Rebuilding Base is Under Construction

Anderson's stunned expression made Strange feel a little impatient.

"Excuse me, can you open the door first?" Doctor Strange asked coldly.

Anderson recovered, stepped forward to find the key, and inserted it into the keyhole in the iron door.He glanced at the doctor carefully, and the doctor happened to look over.

"You should make an appointment before you come here." Doctor Strange glanced at his watch, "The last patient was late, and his consultation time was changed to before dinner. The next patient was the one who wanted to kill the cannibal. Guard Joyce, the admirer of the devil--oh, he is also your colleague, have you communicated with him before?"

Anderson seemed to feel that the conversation was going on in this way, and he waved his hand to deny: "No, doctor, I... I don't want to eat people."

Doctor Strange raised an eyebrow.

"Don't want to eat people, why did the warden let you come here?"

Anderson was a little confused: "Doctor, I don't know, I just came here as the warden ordered."

Strange looked at him from head to toe, and Anderson couldn't help standing up straight. This was a habit he had cultivated in the army.

"Okay, then you're fine." Strange patted his shoulder suddenly, showing no expression on his face, "The treatment is over."

Anderson was confused.

Strange rolled his eyes: "Don't put yourself into the warden's mindset, can you?"

Anderson took a deep breath, his eyes widened, his voice trembling: "Doctor, doctor, did you find out?"

Now Strange is confused.

"Find what?"

Guard Anderson swallowed: "About the warden's... hobbies."

Strange was silent for a moment.

The investigation over the past few days convinced him that the warden did have a lot of mystery, but he hadn't understood the warden's hobby.

But he glanced at the trembling guard again.

If he reveals that he doesn't know what the other party is talking about at this time, then the guard may not continue to disclose the information he knows.

So Strange frowned slightly and glanced at the guard: "Oh, you said that."

Anderson was surprised: "Doctor?!"

He didn't understand why the doctor could be so calm about this matter.Even if Mr. Warden only deals with people who have special feelings for him-or those who have died, it is not ethical.

Is it possible to let the warden desecrate the corpse of Sykesstone like this?

Anderson stirred his hands in embarrassment.As a guard in the prison, his duty is to be responsible for all the problems of the prisoners-including their needs, the punishment they deserve, and the rights they deserve in the reformation.

SYKSTONE is dead, and his body should be picked up by the hearse and placed properly.

Anderson gritted his teeth and whispered: "Doctor, Mr. Warden moved the body of Sykestone to his room...I performed this task, and I am sure it is true."

Strange was silent for a while: "Who is Sykesstone?"

Anderson just remembered that it hadn't been long since the doctor had been employed, and maybe he didn't know the story of the warden and his secret lover.But the point is not this, so he explained as concisely as possible: "It was a dead prisoner. His body was originally in the morgue, but the warden inspected it specially, and then ordered me to transport the body to his room. "

Strange frowned slowly: "I understand."

Anderson felt unable to understand what the doctor said.

At first, the doctor reminded him not to fall into the warden's thinking mode, making him think that the doctor realized that there was something wrong with the warden-but the doctor did not pick out the matter, which made him feel a little confused.

Strange saw the kind guard who was stunned, breathed out his nostrils for a while, and barely eased his tone: "You have no problem, although I, as a psychiatrist, are far from reaching the standards set by myself-but I I can tell you that there is nothing wrong with your spirit and your treatment is over."

Anderson nodded silently.

Strange patted him on the shoulder suddenly: "If you have something, you can come to me again, what's your name?"

Anderson looked up blankly: "Frank Anderson."

"Okay, Frank." Strange raised his hand and glanced at his watch. "It's time for me to find my patient. You can go back to the post-if necessary, I will find you."

These words gave Anderson some comfort, he visibly relaxed with the naked eye, and nodded to Strange.

Strange soon realized what Mr. Warden was going to do after Anderson told the incident—presumably some kind of evil ritual, requiring a dead body as a medium.

But he obviously can't tell Anderson.

But after Anderson left, Strange regretted it again.The guard looks pretty good, he should leave him with him to treat Joyce.After all, that unreliable blue clothes nursing, now he doesn't know where he went again, he can only stand coldly at the door of the psychiatrist's office, waiting for him to come back here according to the agreed treatment time.

After all, Joyce was in the padded confinement room at this time. He had to wait for the nursing to help open the door and put on the other party's restraints to prevent him from suddenly violent and wounding during the treatment.

After all, Joyce belonged to a severely mentally ill person—you can see this from his daring to attack the ogre.

Not long after, the nursing ran over panting: "Have a long time, doctor."

Strange replied: "Indeed."

Nursing staff: "..."

The psychiatrist didn't seem to be able to fight, but his words were always embarrassing-even though he was only two minutes late.

"Doctor, there have been more and more mentally ill criminals recently." Nursing complained, "Initially there were not enough manpower. Do you know what other people are doing recently-open the door to the employees who come and go!"

As Strange who needed help to open the door, he glanced at him indifferently.

The nurse realized the failure and closed her mouth immediately.

This new doctor has only been here for a short time, and everyone still can't figure out his origin, and they will try to avoid him when talking about the warden.

Although Joyce was really mad, his treatment was much better than Hannibal Lecter's-after all, he still had food to eat.

Although this mental illness sometimes eats dishes, it is better than cannibalism.

Strange also had a headache about this.

If anyone in this prison can really treat the mentally ill, then it is definitely not the scared little doctor in the library who is content with the status quo-he is being locked up in the confinement room by the warden, with the clown A wall is separated, but the serial killer Hannibal Lecter who has been cruelly treated together.

From an academic point of view, Strange understands why someone keeps writing letters to Lake, telling him about his admiration, or asking him about his psychological problems.

Only by becoming a psychiatrist can you understand how difficult this career is.

Especially the psychiatrist in the prison-just look at how many attending doctors the clown killed.

Strange's silent footsteps echoed in the dimly lit corridor, and the nurse beside him sighed.

"Doctor, Joyce—I know I'm just a rough thug. The doctors all look at us like that, but really, I don't think he can cure him."

Strange felt so too.

Moreover, although the warden gave Joyce to him, he seemed to no longer care about the truth of Joyce's attack on the ogre.

All Strange can do is treat him.However, he went smoothly in neurosurgery, but he felt frustrated in psychology.

It's normal for ordinary people to feel tricky after only a few days-but Strange doesn't think so.

Whenever and wherever he encountered problems he couldn't solve, he couldn't bear it.

This time the treatment of Joyce clearly failed again.

The opponent was originally a strict lunatic, and planned a series of events, intending to transport Lecter out of prison and then kill him.

But don't know why, he was stimulated by some kind of mysterious, and he began to let himself go completely.

Treatment is basically carried out under the compulsory control of nursing, and Joyce wants to violently wound people at any time.And half an hour later, when the mentally ill outside ran around and barked, the nursing finally couldn't help it: "Doctor-come here today, those guys outside are going crazy again, I don't know if there will be tomorrow. A few prison uniforms that can be worn."

Strange: "..."

The current situation in the mental ward is indeed a bit pitiful.

After Joyce's confinement door was heavily locked, and he was isolated from the outside world, the nursing rushed out to stop the mentally ill people.

Strange frowned and looked at his uncontrollable hands.

He couldn't help out.

Strange could only return to his psychiatrist's office-still waiting for the care and treatment of the mentally ill outside, handcuffed them one by one, injected them with tranquilizers, and sent them back to his cell, panting tiredly. Angrily walked over and opened the door for him.

"Thank you." Strange said.

Nursing seemed to be a little shocked, and she was speechless for a while, and even gradually blushed after tens of seconds.

Strange: "..."

"You can go," he said coldly.

Nursing left quickly.

The next appointment was the prisoner Felix Oliver.

Since the treatment of Joyce ended early, there is still some time before Oliver arrives here.Strange read the book for a while, and by the way sorted out the patient's medical records today, and accidentally saw the prisoner's investigation report handed to him by the warden.

Strange: "..."

I don't know why, just like this investigation, he seems to have a feeling-the warden seems to think he is quite calm.

Ten minutes later, Felix Oliver knocked on his door on time.

Strange raised his head and looked at each other across the railing.

"..." He said impatiently, "Go call for care and let him open the door."

Oliver nodded obediently.

The nurse rushed over and opened the door panting, this time looking quite polite, and even nodded to Strange.

Strange felt that the atmosphere in the mental ward was really getting more and more weird-it was obvious that the clown had been moved to the confinement room, or there was no food supply, why it seemed that there was still an invisible pollution spreading?

Perhaps the warden’s questionnaire was not unreasonable—Strange also noticed that there were no windows.

But the warden's behavior is very puzzling.

If the warden realized that this would affect the mental state of prisoners, why didn't he install windows directly?If not, why should he investigate the matter?

Strange sighed.

Oliver on the other side seemed a little nervous: "Doctor... do you think there is something wrong with me?"

Strange: "..."

If he can know at a glance whether the other party's mental state is problematic, he probably shouldn't be a psychologist, but a juggler.

——But he is indeed a magician.

"Have you felt depressed lately?" Strange opened Oliver's file, recorded a few notes on it, and then raised his eyes to the prisoner on the sofa.

"No, doctor..." Oliver seemed a bit difficult, but finally decided to go on. "That's it. There is a rumor that always lingers in my mind, but if I say it, it may be dead. Drop."

Strange thought for a while: "There is indeed such an art of speech..."

Oliver looked shocked.

"Just kidding," Strange said, "the atmosphere is much more relaxed now."

He is certainly not joking, but he is a doctor, not a magician, facing prisoners instead of other super heroes.

"I mean..." Oliver looked tangled and stood up suddenly, "I'm sorry, doctor, I don't think I need treatment anymore."

Strange: "?"

But Oliver, who jumped up from the wide sofa and rushed to the door, was able to run out—because the office door was a cell door, the nursing was obviously busy deep in the mental ward, and there was no way to spare any time to open the door for him.

Strange noticed Oliver's legs trembling."Are you afraid of something, Oliver?" he asked suddenly.

Oliver grabbed the railing on the cell door, desperate: "I will die, I will die."

"No...Listen to me, you don't." Strange said softly, "Relax, take a deep breath, and lie down on the sofa slowly. I won't ask what you want to cover up in your heart... Believe it. I……"

Ten minutes later, the nurse finally hurried over, and Oliver stood at the door of the psychiatrist's office in confusion.

He seemed to have slept on the sofa.

"You are under too much pressure," Doctor Strange said behind him, "don't think about it, nothing happened."

Oliver nodded obediently, and walked out of the psychiatrist's office somewhat vainly.

After he left, Strange put down the pen in his hand, frowned slightly, and slowly put down the unwritten medical record.

He used a little psychology combined with magic theory to hypnotize and suggest Oliver, who was already vulnerable to psychological defense, and got some information.

Although magic cannot be used in this prison, he is still a half-hearted psychologist.

The things that bothered Oliver made him slightly surprised.

Oliver often heard rumors from the prisoners in Area A that the warden would execute the prisoner's head in private. This matter took root in his heart and gradually became more and more distinctive.

He had doubts about the authenticity of this incident, but most of the initial batch of prisoners were no longer in jail-very few were released on parole, but most, obviously, were sent out through a hearse.

Even so, they violated prison regulations and were killed by guards or died in a fight between prisoners.

And the rumor that the warden had executed prisoners in the transformer room in private, there was no way to prove it.

However, there was a place in Oliver's memory, which was exactly what puzzled him-he thought he had seen it there and there were indeed traces of the building being levelled, so it proved that the warden was indeed executed here. Prisoners.

But why is that building not there anymore?

And why the things that everyone knows in the mouth of the first prisoners have never happened.

After all, according to what they said, the warden never avoided the eyes and ears of others when he executed prisoners. He gathered the thorns in the cell like driving animals, and sprayed water on the transformer, which caused a fire. Put all the prisoners to death together.

In the legend they left behind, there were even the screams of the prisoners, as if they were too real.

But these things have not happened for a long time.

Oliver was convinced of his memory, but he was suffering from no evidence to prove it. Over time, he began to doubt his mental state, so that he made an appointment for psychological guidance and wanted to tell the doctor his distress.

However, when he was about to come to the psychiatrist's office for treatment today, he was called to the office by the warden and asked some unimportant questions-such as the gang in prison.The warden even showed that he didn't know that the famous Penguin was serving his sentence in prison, and he obviously didn't mean it.

Oliver was scared.

The treatment has been rescheduled, but he still came as scheduled, but he did not dare to tell the truth.

Strange thought slowly.

Oliver has been to the "disposal of prisoners" site, and it is said that there are still many traces of those incidents.