Rebuilding Base is Under Construction

Stark walked back.He dared not look directly at the prisoner lying on the morgue. In his opinion, even if the warden was unwilling to admit, the death of Sykesstone was his fault.

But the warden just looked at him with a smile.

Stark felt a sudden pain in his forehead—it was so bad that Mr. Warden began to refuse to admit that the world was real.

He wanted to leave, but he failed to save Sycostone, and the warden's state became very unstable as a result-it seemed dangerous to others and himself.

But he didn't know how to reverse the warden's thoughts.

Stark was silent for a moment, and said, "Mr. Warden...Would you like a drink?"

After speaking, he regretted it, which is really a bad idea.But since the warden is no longer under the control of reason, immersing himself in alcohol seems to be fine.

But unexpectedly, the warden immediately rejected him, and his tone sounded particularly brisk: "No, no, no, no, I need to keep my head sober, and then I can think of all this clearly-would you like to listen? ?"

Stark was unwilling, but he could only say, "Okay."

Mr. Warden casually put the white cloth on Sykesstone's head, and even a corner was slightly wrinkled, revealing a bunch of twisted flax hair.

Stark frowned slightly.

The warden's reaction was a little strange, and it seemed that he didn't care about the Sykestone lying on the morgue - obviously it shouldn't.In other words, maybe the warden began to refuse to admit that the lost body was his Sycostone?

He sighed secretly.

The warden closed the door, and the corners of his eyes and brows seemed to bring joy.He took out a bottle of whiskey from the wine cabinet behind his desk and poured two glasses: "But you are right-we need something to add to the fun."

Stark: "..."

The warden leaned against the desk, handed a glass of wine to Stark, closed his eyes for a while, and then suddenly spoke.

"It's like this-you can't see it, but even if I close my eyes, it can be summoned to my eyes. I'm talking about this game panel."

Stark: "..."

He thought for a moment, picked up his glass and drank it.

"I know this is beyond your imagination," the warden opened his eyes and looked at Stark, "but it doesn't matter, because you are a game character, and I finally found a way to get out of here."

Stark reluctantly responded: "...Alright."

"Although it doesn't make sense to tell you this, you know--I'm a little too excited." The warden licked his lips and suddenly raised the glass.

Stark watched Mr. Warden raised his neck and poured whiskey into his throat, thinking that he should take this opportunity to give him a hand knife on the side of his neck, and then find a doctor to examine him.

Then he lost this opportunity.

The warden set aside the empty glass, and the sound of the bottom of the glass touching the wooden tabletop reminded Stark.He frowned and looked at each other, the warden's slightly excited face made his head hurt even more.

Why at this time, Banner is not there.

"You know," Stark managed to organize the language, although he was not good at comforting people, "Sycostone he—"

"Dead." The warden followed his hesitant tone and even spread his hands, showing a disapproving smile.

Stark: "..."

He changed his mouth decisively: "Can I borrow the bathroom?"

The restroom of the warden’s office was set up outside the hall. Stark thought when he walked in. It seemed that Mr. Warden would not have to walk far to go to the toilet at night—and his brain might also be broken. Think about this damn question.

He carefully covered the door, glanced outside, and dialed Strange's number.

No one answered.

Stark became increasingly irritable. He made a total of three calls, but Strange never answered—could he play the role of a psychiatrist in this horrible place, and would he be silent while treating patients?Stark thought angrily.

He put the phone back in his pocket and sat on the toilet thinking.

He didn't pin his hopes on the half-hearted psychiatrist who had just been on duty for a few days, but Strange was the only one who could ask him for help in the prison.

And he had to think of a way, the mental state of the warden was really not suitable for him to be alone.When they go out to discuss countermeasures, maybe the warden has turned the prison upside down-he starts to think he has a game board!

Stark even wondered if Peter brought his game console when he came undercover, so that he planted such a seed for the warden.

If so, he will have a good talk with the boy.

Strange in the psychiatrist's office did not have time to answer the phone at this time.Just now, guard Anderson suddenly ran back to him in a panic, saying that he had inquired a little bit about Mr. Warden.

Strange couldn't help getting nervous-about what kind of news could make Anderson so flustered.

Anderson was a little cramped: "In fact, doctor, as your assistant..."

Strange: "..." Can you stop mentioning the detective?

Anderson continued: "I saw Dr. Banner returned to the restaurant, so I asked him about his progress."

Strange tried his best to be patient: "Guard Anderson...I think our intention to convey to the doctor is to investigate as far as possible without getting the warden's attention. Maybe the timing is wrong, so he left."

"Oh, doctor, Banner said he walked directly into Mr. Warden's room." Anderson said.

Strange: "..."

This doesn't seem to be the same as what he said when he found Banner?

Strange rubbed his forehead: "You shouldn't expose yourself in front of Banner-we should at least have someone stay in the dark." What's more, the guard seemed to have a low IQ.

Anderson scratched his hair: "I'm sorry...but Banner still doesn't seem to know something. I was talking about the execution of prisoners in the transformer room, so I told him again."

Strange: "..."

He covered his face in pain: "What then?"

Anderson took a look outside. "They're all waiting there now-Banner doesn't agree with your speculation, doctor, so I found the guard named Hall."

Strange thought slowly: "You mean..."

Guard Anderson opened the door of the psychiatrist's office and brought in both Guard Banner and Hall from the outside.

"Uh, doctor," Banner said, "I'm sorry that I didn't follow your plan, because I believe Mr. Warden-and the words of Guard Anderson convinced me that there seems to be a misunderstanding."

Strange stood up: "Misunderstanding?"

"Regarding the disposal of prisoners in the transformer room, I heard the rumor from some prisoners." Banner glanced at Guard Hall. "Then, Guard Hall, please tell us-during the burning of the transformer room. , Is the warden who serves now this one?"

Guard Hall shook his head: "It's another warden."

Strange looked solemn, and he glanced at Banner again: "So... how did you discover this?"

Banner looked a little helpless: "Because I heard among the prisoners that the warden who carried out the reign of terror, he is a bald."

Strange: "..."