Rebuilding Base is Under Construction

It is a pity that Sykesstone in front of him is still a quiet corpse.

The face of the young prisoner was occupied by a terrifying wound, and it was no longer what it was.Zhang Dianyu slowly straightened up, pulled out the clipboard that was tucked under his arm, frowning, flipping the pages of paper and thinking.

The photos on this file are different from ordinary prisoner photos. Even the background is not a common height ruler, but a blank.

Although a photo does not represent anything, the second page of skill list is also Zhang Dianyu's unique secret.

All this seems to prove that Sycostone is not simply dead, and maybe he will have a way to return.

But the body in front of him didn't react at all.

Zhang Dianyu thought for a moment.A hearse will come back to take away the body at night, maybe he should keep Sycostone.

He walked to the door, and the guard saluted him and waited for his command.

"Take that morgue--the innermost one, and the corpse on it, to my room."

The guard was dumbfounded.

Zhang Dianyu was also stunned.

He thought the guard was a pixel villain, but at present, it seems that he has admitted the wrong person...

The guard saluted again tremblingly, and without waiting for Zhang Dianyu to think of any way to save it, he walked into the depths of the morgue.

Zhang Dianyu had a bad feeling.But at this point, he decided to pretend not to hear the next rumors-if anyone insists on letting him hear, he should also consider whether it is best to spend the rest of his life in the confinement room.

The guards had accepted the order, and then there was no need for Zhang Dianyu to wait here anymore. He chose to quickly leave the scene and return to the warden's office.

But when he stepped into the office building and walked through the assistant's office, he couldn't help being silent again when he looked at Banner.

Zhang Dianyu coughed: "Dr. Banner, have you eaten yet?"

The doctor's expression was a little confused: "Mr. Warden, there are still more than two hours before dinner starts."

But the prison restaurant has chefs preparing meals from morning to night, and prisoners can eat and entertain as long as they are not in custody. After all, the canteen is a large entertainment venue that integrates fitness and relaxation.

Except for 8 hours of sleep, there is no separate detention time in the prison.

Zhang Dianyu looked at Dr. Banner deeply: "But you can also go to eat in advance."

Banner was even more confused by the warden's sudden suggestion: "But I'm not hungry, Mr. Warden."

"It doesn't matter if you are not hungry," Zhang Dianyu said with a smile, "Who wouldn't like to eat?"

Banner: "..."

He knew what he should do.

After all, Mr. Warden is always moody, and from time to time he will shut people into the confinement room to stop the supply of meals.This is obviously a hint-or threat.

Zhang Dianyu's heart was also very anxious.

The guards should have pushed the morgue over soon, so why didn't Banner leave quickly.

This Dr. Banner looks quite honest and an academic, but his brain circuit is not normal.Let him see the corpse of Sykesstone being transported, and start thinking about it again.

Zhang Dianyu looked at Banner, who stood up from his position and answered, "Yes, Mr. Warden."

After speaking, he left the assistant room.

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

Although Dr. Banner readily obeyed his orders, he always felt that something was wrong.Fortunately, the result is exactly what he wanted, so there is no need to go into it.

Zhang Dianyu returned to the sofa chair in the office, looked at the door frame that was missing a door, and thought about waiting for the engineering team to finish the construction on the opposite side, and then arrange a new job for them-reinstall the former staff doors in the prison.

Otherwise, it won't take long before his guards may die from fatigue, which can make him feel so painful that he can't breathe.

The guards who were ordered to move the morgue were still doing things neatly, and soon moved the morgue where Sykesstone’s corpse was parked into the warden’s office.

"Sir, where do you want to put him?"

The warden’s office was already crowded.Zhang Dianyu often wanted to rearrange this place, but it was always delayed for various reasons.

The guard, who only came in through the application, gave a flustered glance at the warden's office, and then quickly lowered his head.But his eyes would still involuntarily glance at the door frame, as if thinking about something.

Zhang Dianyu discovered the strangeness of the guards.

He also thought of another former guard currently in a cushioned confinement room as a mentally ill, Bartholomew Joyce.

These later guards, like the prisoners, are factors of restlessness.So all the time, he didn't call them to do things.Most of their requirements will also be met-for example, when the guards are busy opening the door recently, they can also guarantee basic sleep. Those who are so busy that they are about to die suddenly are the first batch of pixel villains.

Nevertheless, people like Joyce emerged among them.

Zhang Dianyu frowned slightly.

Judging from the reaction of the guards transporting the morgue, his psychological condition seemed to be shaken, and Zhang Dianyu felt a little worried about him.

He still doesn't know whether Joyce came for the ogre or was bewitched by him in prison and broke the psychological defense.

Then for the other guards, he has to pay more attention.

Zhang Dianyu stood up and looked at the guard who was staring at the ground for a while, then slowly pointed to the door behind him: "Move it into my room."

Dr. Banner always goes back to the assistant's room after eating, after all, he doesn't need to go to work only during the fixed 8 hours of sleep a day.

In Zhang Dianyu's room, there are generally no people going in and out. Putting the morgue and SYKstone in his room can avoid others' eyes and ears.

The guard swallowed uncontrollably, and in the quiet office, his throat rolled quite loudly.

Zhang Dianyu looked at him.

"Your name is?"

The guard seemed to resist, but he dared not answer, so he could only whisper: "Frank Anderson."

"Okay, Frank." Zhang Dianyu said, "Let's move the morgue in—afterwards, go talk to Doctor Strange and say I let you go."

Anderson was taken aback for a moment, then nodded: "Yes, Mr. Warden."

Zhang Dianyu's room is not big. To be precise, it was originally an accounting office.When initially planning the office area, except for the warden’s office, which wasted some space, other people’s offices were obviously just the minimum required in the game settings.

The room was only 4x4 in size, Zhang Dianyu still put a desk and bed in it, and the remaining space was just enough to fit a morgue, leaving only a narrow aisle.

Anderson didn't dare to look up. After putting the morgue in, he immediately came out to salute Zhang Dianyu: "Sir, the morgue has been sent to the place you ordered."

He still didn't dare to look into Zhang Dianyu's eyes, so Zhang Dianyu confirmed that he might have a problem.

Dr. Strange has been very dedicated recently. He wrote an application on the second day of his job, asking Zhang Dianyu to add tools for the Rorschach test, as well as medicine cabinets and other items, which made Zhang Dianyu feel a little heartache.

Although those prisoners who had become mentally ill seemed to be getting better, it cost too much money.

But from a long-term perspective, this is indeed a good thing-for example, when Zhang Dianyu begins to suspect that the guard's mental state is not healthy, Doctor Strange should be able to help him out of the predicament.

After all, those mental illnesses can see the effect of the treatment, and this guard hasn't gotten sick yet, but he seems to be under some inexplicable pressure psychologically, making him look suspicious.

Zhang Dianyu smiled gently at the guard as much as possible.

Although he prefers the first batch of pixel villains, they are not reproducible. He should also accept these new employees, try his best to meet their requirements and let them work seriously-otherwise his pixel villains will be exhausted.

The guard hurriedly returned a salute and quickly left the warden's office.

After walking out of the office building, he took a deep breath. The air was filled with a scent of too freedom. He could see the corner of the cafeteria where prisoners were beating others in the sun.

He pulled out his baton and walked over, pressing his other hand on the stun gun.

"What are you doing-stand by the wall, face to the wall, back your hands!"

The prisoners stopped the fight, turned around dejectedly, and extended their hands with their backs to him.

Fights and fights are carried out in prison for two hours of preventive confinement-meaning that they are handcuffed to restrict movement.Although there is no need to be mentally tortured in the confinement room, it is definitely not a good thing to be restricted from moving in a prison surrounded by big men.

The three fighting prisoners were all handcuffed by him, but one of them seemed unconvinced and licked his lips provocatively, with some unpleasant hint.

The Anderson guard ignored the prisoner's behavior-the other party did not make a substantial move, and he could not beat him back.In fact, he was originally just a security guard for a chemical plant.

But the place where he worked was blown up during the hunt for a super criminal. He was just a retired country boy who had been a soldier for several years. He didn't know anyone from either side.

Later, he found his boss to negotiate compensation for the damage control of the enterprise under the joint governance of SHIELD and Stark Industries, who was responsible for clearing the battlefield and gave each employee a large amount of compensation.

Then he retired.

The boss didn't plan to rebuild the factory. Hearing that he was planning to take the money to settle in the town, Anderson felt confused.

He saw the recruitment information in the newspaper, and heard that being a prison guard packaged food and accommodation, and the salary seemed to be considerable, so he packed his luggage and applied for jobs here across a state.

The interview went well. He stayed here as a prison guard and lived a 24-hour work day.

This is fine, he is not afraid of hard work.Only occasionally when it was his turn to rest, lying on the bed would always hear the nearby guards whispering, communicating with each other the recent gossip.

Mostly about the warden.

He only saw the warden once on the day he came for an interview.Maybe because this is a private prison, he looks much younger than the government officials in Anderson's mind, and he doesn't look easy to mess with.

This is a good thing for prison guards-it means that prisoners dare not make trouble too much, and their job will be much easier.

But then when he lived in the staff dormitory, he gradually heard the gossip that was widely circulated among his colleagues, and he realized that the unsmiling handsome young man was a real monster.

His colleagues are cautious every day, hoping to survive until the day the contract expires-this does not seem to be easy. Just a few days ago, the warden suddenly replaced all staff doors with prison doors. Their sleep time was suddenly compressed in half.

Finally, someone couldn't bear it and asked the safety director to ensure a final break.

The security director conveyed his opinion to the warden. They all thought that the guard would not live long, but they did not expect that his request would be approved by the warden.

But everyone still thinks that he won't live long-it's just that no one has said this.

Anderson did not understand why the warden asked him to see Dr. Strange this time, the new psychiatrist, whose hands seemed to have been severely injured, so much so that he knew that being a psychiatrist had to face clowns and food. The human demon also took the initiative to jump into the fire pit.

In the staff dormitory, occasionally before going to bed, someone opened a house for Doctor Strange, betting on how long he would die.

Anderson didn't place a bet, not because of anything else. He used to save every money, hoping to return to his hometown to open a small shop when the prison guard contract expired.

Doctor Strange's office is in the mental ward.

Anderson did not dare to ignore the instructions of the warden. He walked through the path below the dormitory in Zone B, from the new office building to the mental ward above.

Although there are many mental illnesses held here, he is not isolated from other prisoners alone-fortunately, he is not on duty here either.

The prison uniforms of the mentally ill are different from the ordinary prisoners. The ordinary prisoners will wear light orange, dark orange, and crimson uniforms according to the sentence, while the mentally ill prisoners wear off-white coveralls, which are very easy to identify.

Anderson walked into the mental ward.

A mental patient flew past him, holding a stack of prison uniforms in his hands, and groaning constantly.

He has heard that many mental patients in prisons like to steal clothes-so people don't dare to take off their clothes and put them on their bed during the day, otherwise when you want to wear it, it may already be under a mentally ill bed .

After all, in prisons, mental illness will not even be treated differently from other people. They are also arranged a lot of free time during the day and can freely enter and exit any room.And because mental illness cannot arrange labor in prison, they spend even more time hanging out outside than ordinary prisoners.

So that normal people in the entire prison are nervous about their clothes.

A man in a blue-green nurse uniform chased after panting, holding a tranquilizer in his hand.

"Stop him!"

Anderson glanced at the mentally ill prisoner who ran past, ran after him, pushed him to the ground, and imprisoned him in handcuffs.

The nurse rushed over and ignored him, pushed him away and injected the prisoner with a tranquilizer.

Anderson asked: "Do you need me to help you send him back to the cell?"

Nursing paused, then looked over in shock: "You are... sorry, you are wearing a guard's clothes. As soon as you enter the door, you are said to be sent by the warden. I thought you were that kind of person."

Anderson was surprised: "That kind of person?"

The paramedics stared at him, opened their mouths, and then carefully looked to the left and right, and then pulled his clothes to bring him closer: "Those warden's'confidants', puppets without thinking."

Anderson opened his eyes wide.

The paramedics stopped talking because someone knocked on the iron railing in the psychiatrist's office behind: "Take care, open the door."

"Doctor, please wait a moment." The nurse raised his voice, and then looked at Anderson next to him, "That's the Doctor Strange you're looking for. Go and open the door for him."

Anderson looked at the psychiatrist standing indifferently behind the iron railing. He was not very old, but his sideburns had been stained. His hand holding a patient's medical record was bruised and seemed to tremble.

It is for these reasons that he had to come here to be a psychiatrist.

If you change to any other prison-or hospital, you won't be able to work in such an office, and you don't even have access rights.

Just a few days ago, the warden began to implement high-pressure control inexplicably. All rooms were equipped with such prison doors that were consistent with the cell specifications. Even the employees were treated like prisoners at this time.

But thinking about it from another angle, it may not have been before.

The nurse dragged away the unconscious prisoner, Anderson stood up and walked to the psychiatrist's office.

"Doctor, the warden sent me here."

Doctor Strange looked at him and nodded slightly: "What's the matter?"

"Mr. Warden thought I might need some," Anderson recalled hard, "Psychological guidance?"

"What?" Strange was expressionless. "Have you thought about cannibalism recently?"

Anderson was dumbfounded.

Why does he have the idea of ​​cannibalism...

Seeing the doctor's unexpected look, he suddenly felt a hint of panic.

Everyone knows the secret relationship between the warden and the prisoner Sykestone, but is this the real reason why the warden asked him to send the body of Sykestone to his room?

I heard that the warden had just interrogated the ogre in the prison, Hannibal Lecter, not long ago.

As we all know, Lecter is not an ordinary serial killer. He kills the victims to cook them into delicacies, and the reason is simply that this is the best part of them.

The warden seemed to like torturing these frenzied murderers.Although from an ordinary person's point of view, no one would hold injustice for ogres and clowns, but this does not mean that the warden behaves normally.

Anderson felt that his brain was running out.

He had read the news, but his simple thinking could not understand the theory of ogres.The only thing he knew was that Mr. Warden had made a lot of cruel rules against ogres, and perhaps there were some special reasons in them.

Did the ogre give some hint to Mr. Warden?Make him want to kill the ogre while fighting these thoughts?

But judging from the appearance of Sycostone lying in the warden's room, the warden might have failed.