Rebuilding Base is Under Construction

Strange remembered the guard Anderson who had just met.

Anderson has already revealed that the warden ordered him to transport the body of a prisoner to the office-and according to Strange's speculation, he obviously needs the body as a medium for some kind of ritual.

So what if this is not the first time it happened?

Strange frowned slightly.

He has always been in contact with S.H.I.E.L.D. and the Avengers that are being formed, and has long been suspicious of the prison, so he contacted Stark and asked if he could enter the prison for investigation.

Unexpectedly, things were easier than he thought, and Mr. Warden seemed to be unguarded-this may prove that he was very confident in what he was planning secretly.

Then he must go to see the ruins of the execution of prisoners in Oliver's memory.

Strange stood up from behind his desk and stuffed Oliver's files into the bottom floor of the pale green filing cabinet.

But Nursing left again at this time, and he had to wait ten minutes before he saw the big man in the blue-green uniform running out of breath and opening the door for him.

Strange nodded at him.

The nurse sighed involuntarily, and said nothing in the end.

The ruins in Oliver's memory that were used by the warden to execute prisoners were actually incomplete at this time.The prison has undergone many reconstructions a long time ago. In addition to the transformer room accident, the kitchen also caught fire several times.

Because the warden never installed sprinklers in crowded places.

This incident also made Strange feel puzzling—after all, after many fires, setting up basic fire-fighting facilities was a countermeasure, and the warden was never willing to do so.

It is involuntary to guess whether the warden wants to cover up something-such as the next "concentrated execution of prisoners"?

Strange slowed down and looked at every scene in the way.

He saw a few prisoners not far away, standing in place in handcuffs. It should be that they had committed some mistake and were being put into precautionary confinement.

The afternoon sun was a bit harsh, and the prisoners could not see their expressions with their heads down.

Until someone felt Strange's gaze, he raised his head and barked his teeth unkindly, and then blew a whistle.

"You, turn your back and face the wall." Someone ordered seriously from the side.

Strange felt the voice inexplicably familiar, and looked over and found that it was the Anderson just now.

Guard Anderson also saw the doctor approaching, was taken aback, and nodded at him from a distance, but did not show a relaxed look, because he was facing several criminals.

"It's time for precautionary confinement, so turn around." Anderson ordered with a straight face.

The prisoners turned around, and the Anderson guard removed the handcuffs for them, and then dispersed the few people who were fighting before speeding up and walking to Strange.

"Doctor." He smiled a little.

Strange waited for a while, but he was thinking about a question.

The Anderson guard already had some doubts about the warden, whether he should be hiding the true face of the other warden-if he was left alone to doubt the warden, it would be easier to suddenly disappear in this prison.

What he really meant was - to be silenced unknowingly.

"I need your professionalism to help me with some things." Strange glanced at Anderson. "Would you like to come over?"

The Anderson guard paused briefly: "I'm willing to do you a favor, doctor-but the truck is coming soon, and the chefs and workers always need someone to open the door for them when they move materials."

Strange: "..."

This is also one of the incomprehensible behaviors of the warden recently. He replaced all the staff doors on the passages with prison doors.

Anderson looked at him: "Doctor, I can get to the passage as soon as possible later."

Strange nodded, and Anderson followed him.

"Guard Anderson, about your guess of the warden-I hope you don't tell anyone." Strange said lightly.

Anderson was taken aback for a moment: "Doctor..."

"I mean-do you watch a movie, Anderson?" Strange asked suddenly.

Anderson looked confused: "Yes, doctor..."

"In film and television works, when someone discovers that his secret has been learned by others, maybe..." Strange paused slightly, "Some ideas will arise."

Although Anderson was not well-informed, he was not a fool. His eyes widened slightly and he fell silent.

"I don't want to speak ill of the warden behind, Guard Anderson." Strange said solemnly, "but I hope you will not be able to disclose your knowledge to others at will like today."

Anderson nodded blankly, seeming a little scared.

He followed Strange in silence for a while, and then suddenly said: "Doctor, you mean, many of the rumors I heard in the staff dormitory may be true?"

Strange frowned: "What rumors have you heard?"

"For example, the warden would secretly detain some prisoners in the dark room of the office," Anderson recalled, racking his brains, "If he gets bored, the prisoner will die."

"The office?" Strange frowned. "Not elsewhere?"

Anderson could only shrug his shoulders: "The dead prisoner Sykestone was previously held in the cell of the warden’s office. The door of the cell was covered by a bookcase. Except for the guards, many other employees didn’t know. This matter.” After speaking, Anderson showed a somewhat confused look, “Actually...I’m not sure, doctor. Other employees seem to seldom talk, and some guards do the same. Today I heard that they are called'Dian The warden’s puppet'."

He swallowed, looking a little annoyed: "I shouldn't have said this, doctor..."

Strange became alert: "No? Why?"

Anderson hesitated because he remembered that Nursing didn't talk about the "puppets" in front of Strange, and maybe he shouldn't either.

Suddenly, as if all the clues were connected, Strange stopped asking, but suddenly grabbed Anderson's clothes: "Have there ever been a body that disappeared before?"

Anderson replied with some horror: "I don’t know, doctor, I’ve never transported a corpse, and it’s the first time today—in fact, I understand today that other people say that'puppets’ will not pick up on tasks and let them transport. What does corpse mean."

He paused and asked cautiously, "Did something happen, doctor?"

Strange glanced at him: "Maybe, they are the corpses."

Anderson seemed terrified.

"But...but, doctor, they are actually very easy to get along with." He said with some difficulty. "Those'puppets' guards, I even expected to be able to work in the dormitory of Zone A, because they are quiet and never Will conceal anything."

Anderson scratched his hair: "I don't know why they are called'puppets'-they are more like soldiers, and they perform tasks quickly and efficiently."

"..." Strange glanced at him lightly: "I know."

Anderson: "..."

This made him feel a little frustrated in his self-esteem. Doctor Strange, who heard the word a few hours later than him, actually knew why they called the first group of guards that way.

Strange asked suddenly: "You just said that they never conceal anything?"

Anderson thought for a while: "Yes, doctors, they are very easy to talk, and everyone can memorize all prison regulations. They should be very good talents."

Strange thoughtfully.

"So... can you call someone from among them?"

He originally wanted to take the opportunity of needing Anderson’s help to give him a hint so that he would stop telling others about the warden. This stupid guard seemed to be better at protecting himself than the prisoner Oliver. A lot of information was revealed to Strange at that time.

But at present, the silly guard has a deeper understanding of the prison than he just came here.What's more, he usually lives in the staff dormitory, so he will have more sources of information.

Strange frowned secretly, he needed Anderson's help-he could only find a way to protect his safety from the warden.

Anderson nodded very surely: "No problem, doctor, they will be happy to answer your question-oh, I also figured out one thing. If you encounter a question they don't want to answer, they will ask you to repeat you. Question, it’s very polite."

Strange: "..."

He felt that the guard's mind might also be something wrong.

Anderson walked away, and not long after, he brought a guard to Strange.

The guard is ordinary, but from the look of his expression, he does appear very calm and calm.He walked up to Strange and spoke in a straight tone: "Doctor Strange, did you ask me something?"

Strange looked at him slightly.

Unexpectedly, after only a few seconds, the guard repeated: "Doctor Strange, did you ask me something?"

Strange: "...Yes, I have a few questions for you." He glanced at the name tag on the opponent's chest and read the name: "Guard McPherson Hall?"

The guard replied: "Yes, Doctor Strange."

Strange had reached his real destination at this time-the address that Oliver had used to execute prisoners in his memory was actually near the northernmost confinement room.Most of it has been occupied by the newly built confinement room, while the other half has remained outside the wall of the confinement room. The soil and gravel on the ground do still have some burnt black marks.

He pointed to the ground there and asked the guard: "What kind of building was there before the confinement room was established?"

The guard answered without hesitation: "It's a transformer room."

Strange's eyes lit up slightly: "What is it for?"

The guard's answer was perfect: "Used to power the prison."

Anderson was very confused by the conversation between them. He opened his mouth slightly, as if he wanted to speak. Strange raised his hand to stop him, and his eyes showed a little excitement as he approached the truth: "Then... ?"

The guard answered truthfully: "Because there was a fire."

Strange raised the corner of his mouth slightly: "When there was a fire... was there anyone inside?"

Guard Hall nodded: "There were a few people living in the small prisoner's quarters in the transformer room, and they were killed in this fire."

Anderson took a breath, glanced at Strange in horror, and was speechless.

"So, after someone died here, they were levelled and the evidence was destroyed?"

Guard Hall looked at Strange: "Doctor Strange, please repeat your question."

Strange smiled slightly: "No need, Guard Hall, all my questions have been answered."

Guard Hall nodded and turned around to leave, but was suddenly stopped by Anderson: "Why is the prisoner's dormitory in the transformer room? How is this... possible? Has anyone ever doubted it?"

Strange frowned, stepped forward and pulled down Anderson's hand.

Guard Hall stopped and turned to look at Anderson: "Because Mr. Warden set up the prisoner's dormitory next to the transformer room with no partition wall in between. Guard Anderson, please repeat your other questions."

Anderson stared at him blankly.

Strange said: "I have one last question-Guard Hall, will you report today's affairs to the warden?"

Guard Hall turned his gaze to Strange: "Doctor, I will not report today's affairs to the warden. There is no such rule in the prison."

Strange nodded: "Then Guard Hall, I have no other questions."

Guard Hall turned and left.

Guard Anderson seemed to have been greatly impacted, Strange knew he didn't need to explain, the other party already understood what was going on.

The warden has indeed "handled" some prisoners here.

But Strange felt more and more confused-if the warden "resurrected" in some way or controlled these guards when they were about to die, then why would they answer everything truthfully?

In other words, they refused to answer the question that the warden did not want to disclose?

In other words, he doesn't mind letting people know that he executed a large number of prisoners privately here?

Strange couldn't figure it out.

But at least, he got the answer he wanted.

As for how the warden controls these guards-perhaps the answer lies in the light green needle.Obviously, in the case of random entry and exit from the prison, both Batman and Iron Man have long obtained samples of the treatment needles, but no one has successfully reversed its ingredients.

As a surgeon, Strange also wanted to try it-but he didn't have great hopes, so he procrastinated.

After all, he didn't want to attract the attention of the warden.

Although after these few days, he discovered that the warden might indeed not mind anyone running around in the prison-he even heard that the clown and Lecter were briefly transferred to the cell of the morgue and sent out Service.But soon after they tried to escape from prison, they were returned to the confinement room and strictly guarded.

Strange thought for a moment, and felt that the reason for the warden's behavior was actually not difficult to guess-it was nothing but an excuse to imprison them forever.

The more he thought about it, the more doubtful he felt everywhere, he sighed slightly.

Especially Anderson beside him seemed to be greatly impacted, his eyes widened and his hands trembled slightly.

"So...Doctor, Mr. Warden...Eat them all?"

Strange: "?"

This sentence was far beyond his expectation.

Guard Anderson always surprises him.

"What are you talking about?" Strange asked with a frown.

"It's what you said to me before-the cannibalism problem." Anderson swallowed with some fear.

Strange was very confused: "When did I say...oh, you mean I asked if you want to eat people-I thought you had the same psychological problem as Guard Joyce? You said No, then there is nothing to worry about."

"But Mr. Warden, he...he talked to Hannibal Lecter in the office not long ago!" Anderson said, panting. "And he was very concerned about Sycostone—I heard him in the morgue. Calling the name of Sykestone, doctor."

Strange was silent for a moment: "You mean... the corpse hidden in the warden's room, the prisoner named Sykesstone, and the warden are... lovers?"

Anderson didn't know that the doctor had never heard this well-known rumor.

"Doctor, I thought--everyone knows this." Anderson paused, his expression looked a little complicated, "I heard the warden yelling the name of Sykestone in the morgue, and he sounded... …" The guard took a deep breath, "It seems that I can't believe that Sycostone died like this, as if he would be able to return by calling him a few softly like this."

Strange became more silent.

Maybe Anderson's guess is correct. This time Mr. Warden did not intend to make that Sykesstone a so-called "puppet", but was inspired by an ogre?

Strange frowned, which made people feel nauseous.

"But, doctor..." Anderson added, "I heard some people who know the truth say that Mr. Warden deliberately sent Sycostone out to die-but they don't understand why the prisoner did not escape, but Follow the instructions of the warden to monitor the clowns and ogres." He slowly thought about it, and recalled that when Sycostone was just in prison, it was a difficult thorn in the mouth of other guards, "Although this Sykos Tong may be a little capable, but even so, he can't fight the clown and the ogre. This is obviously to let him go to death on purpose."

Anderson shook his head: "This Sycostone, after being imprisoned privately by the warden, has never made trouble again. Only once, he stabbed the guard Joyce, and this incident was reported by Joyce. It was given to Mr. Warden-but then, that Joyce went crazy inexplicably and wanted to kill the ogre. He is still locked in a psychiatric confinement room."

Strange frowned slightly.

No wonder that Joyce was inexplicably crazy.What kind of conflict between him and prisoner Sykesstone is unknown, but everyone knows the consequences-Sykesstone died, and Joyce went crazy.

Could this be the reason the warden wanted to frame Joyce and kill Sycostone?

Strange looked at Anderson: "There are too many mysteries in this matter, I will investigate it slowly."

Anderson looked at him strangely: "But aren't you a doctor?"

Strange was not good at telling his identity directly, so he had to say: "...Actually, I am a detective. I was commissioned by a private person to come in and investigate the warden."

Anderson suddenly realized: "That's it." He gritted his teeth, looked at Strange and said, "Mr. Detective, if there is anything you need help, please remember to ask me-I used to serve in the army."

Strange smiled slightly: "Then, you are my Watson."

Anderson scratched his hair: "Doctor, I just don't want more people to die innocently."

Strange paused for a moment, and then said: "Whether it is innocent or not is still uncertain, but we must find out the truth-Guard Anderson, since we already know the warden’s secret, we must take care to protect our own safety."

Anderson nodded solemnly: "I understand, doctor." He then asked again: "But I think if I go to the warden's office while I am now, maybe I can... find something?"

Strange looked at him for a while, frowning and thinking.

Anderson said to Strange, "Don’t worry, doctor, I won’t reveal my purpose-just take a look and find a reasonable excuse as a backing. Mr. Warden will not know that we have found him. Secret."

Strange leaned against the wall outside the confinement room, closed his eyes and thought for a moment, and then slowly answered: "Anderson, some serial killers will deliberately display their works, leaving them to be appreciated and admired by future generations-of course, this is They are self-righteous. Mr. Warden’s behavior is somewhat beyond common sense, and it can even be said that he often deliberately exposes these to others. Therefore, he may have known that we are exploring his secrets, but deliberately used us to come. Show off his achievements."

Anderson was dumbfounded.

"So..." He racked his brains and thought, "Maybe the warden will deliberately let us check?"

Strange nodded slowly.

Anderson was at a loss: "Then what should we do, doctor?"

"Unless," Strange took a deep breath, "we have other informants."

In the warden's office, Zhang Dianyu opened the door of his room behind the sofa chair after the guard named Anderson left.

He has always been more inclined to directly arrange tasks for the pixel villain guards, but he unexpectedly overturned this time.

It's not his fault-this Anderson looked like a low IQ, indeed a bit like a pixel villain, so that he admitted his mistake.

But the guard's mental state seems to be somewhat problematic.

Zhang Dianyu once observed the usual work arrangements of the guards.As far as he can see, most of the time, the pixel guards are transporting corpses, while other guards often have psychological changes in their treatment of prisoners and corpses.Just like those psychiatric ward nurses recruited later, they are afraid of clowns.

So he sent the Anderson guard over to increase the workload for Doctor Strange.

Zhang Dianyu closed the door of the room and frowned at Sykesstone's body.

He lifted off the white cloth covering the corpse. Just like in the past, the weapons carried by the corpse would also remain on the morgue - this once bothered Zhang Dianyu very much.

Whenever a guard or a prisoner with a weapon concealed died, the morgue would become lively in a short time. Zhang Dianyu could always see prisoners running in and licking their bags on the map and picking up the weapons beside the corpse.

It wasn't until after the morgue was checked in by the clown that this situation suddenly disappeared-even though it was Banner who lived in it later, no prisoners often ran in to steal weapons.

Zhang Dianyu felt puzzled, but this was always a good thing, otherwise he would have to install the first metal detector in the prison in the morgue in advance.

At this time, beside Sykeston's corpse, lying quietly was the knife that took him to stabbing the clown.

Zhang Dianyu picked up the knife.The sharp blade was covered by the dark red dried blood. It was all clown's blood, and he frowned in disgust.

He lifted the white cloth a bit, exposing the upper body of Sykestone.

For Zhang Dianyu, when he was in a coma, his consciousness would leave his body-just like anyone else.When the warden was in a coma due to a gunshot wound, his consciousness left the warden's body, and when he woke up he became a Sycostone.And when Sykeston was seriously injured and fell into a coma, he obviously did not become someone else, but returned to the warden's body.

In a way, he thought that Sycostone might still be alive at that time.

And from the general sense, there is no problem in lingering for a while before the body dies.

But he has not confirmed the death of Sykesstone.

Although there are already red blood bars at the feet of the corpses on the map, indicating the words "death", and Zhang Dianyu can no longer switch roles.

But when Sykesstone was in a coma, Zhang Dianyu would even be forced off the assembly line by this body.

In any case, he still has to determine whether Sykestone is truly dead, and then consider what the file is about and whether it can be resurrected.

If it is not dead, where will the resurrection come?

Zhang Dianyu frowned and thought about it. He is not professional in this respect. For ordinary people, the way to confirm death is to see if the heart is still beating.

He slowly raised his left hand and placed it on Sykesstone's chest, and fumbled for where his heart should be.

At this moment, someone pushed open the door of the room.

Banner bit his scalp and said, "Mr. Warden, this document—"

His voice stopped abruptly.

The warden in the room was holding the knife that Sycostone used to try to kill the clown, placing his other hand on his heart, frowning with a hesitant expression.

Banner held his breath.

When Strange found him who had nothing to do in the restaurant to show his identity and purpose, he instinctively wanted to resist this speculation.

He had heard about Strange from Stark, and the two had met the other day, but there was not much exchange.

The warden did just deliberately let him leave the office, it seems that something must be kept from him.

Banner accepted the warden's arrangement because he didn't want to spy on the warden's secrets.

Everyone has his own secret.

But behind Strange's request, it did seem to have broken a huge conspiracy.Banner didn't want to believe that, in order to prove this, he instead decided to agree to this request.

Even if he violated the warden's order, he still had to enter his room without authorization.

Perhaps this will allow the warden to take back all his privileges, and let him be locked in a small and cramped cell at all times like in the hands of General Rose. There is a team outside ready to use a large number specifically for Hulk. The sedative special forces are on standby.

Banner hurried back to the warden's office, digging up a document on his desk that needed the warden's signature, thought about excuses, and walked into the warden's office with an empty door frame.

The warden did not sit on his sofa and meditate as usual.

Banner felt his heart sink slightly, and seemed to have some bad feelings.

He opened the back door, and inside was the warden's room.

What caught your eye was the blood-stained morgue and the warden who was looking at him behind the morgue.The warden's hand was placed on Sykestone's heart, and he turned slightly over his head to listen, and the dried blood on the knife in his hand was a bit harsh.

Zhang Dianyu: "..."