Rebuilding Base is Under Construction

Banner saw the old warden sitting motionless on the sofa with his head slightly lowered, and his back seemed a little stiff.

He thought for a while, Mr. Warden was still too young and didn't understand that the elderly need a good rest space.There are many empty rooms in Mingming Building, which are also very suitable to be transformed into bedrooms.

"Mr. Warden," Banner said, "If you need it, I can help sort out the psychiatrist's office next to it for the old warden to rest."

Zhang Dianyu raised his head from his meditation, seemed a little confused about Banner's proposal, and only after a blink of an eye he slowly recovered.

He really did not consider this issue.

In fact, yesterday he didn't have time to pay attention to the old warden, so he simply put him aside.

Anyway, when he is hungry, he will go to the staff lounge to find food, and when he is sleepy, he will find the nearest "goods for rest" to restore his fatigue bar.

The bald warden can take care of himself alone.

So in fact, Banner guessed right, the old warden really slept on the sofa last night.When his fatigue value reaches the full range, he will automatically fall asleep.

Zhang Dianyu was fortunate to see this scene, and felt a little weird in his bewilderment.

But in fact, his employees are similar.However, Zhang Dianyu, who never went to the staff dormitory to squeeze a Datong shop, had not personally seen such a scene.

Zhang Dianyu wanted to tell a lie that the old warden would just sleep in the same room with him, but he stopped in time.

Banner is a person with a criminal record. Last time he thought he had an affair with SYK Stone, so he must not talk nonsense.

So Zhang Dianyu thought about it cautiously, and felt that it would be good to prepare a room for the old warden and let him go around in circles.It would also prevent him from running around showing his feet, and letting people find that he sometimes becomes mentally retarded like a pixel guard.

"Then...Let Mr. Fergus sleep in the cell of Sycostone—I mean in the room." Zhang Dianyu said, "Let the construction team come over and take down the door of the cell later."

Zhang Dianyu opened the game panel and changed the small room planned as a prison cell into a normal room.

This is not a staff lounge or a dormitory, so you can avoid pixel employees with low IQs coming to rest.

When Peter was still living here, from time to time someone would find someone sneaking into his bed to sleep.

At first, Peter was shocked that his chin fell off, and then he gradually got used to it. He would sit on a small stool next to him and play with his mobile phone until the resting pixel employee woke up and left.

Zhang Dianyu persuaded a little bit, in fact, Pixel employees will change places to rest when they wake up.But the boy insisted that the employees work 24 hours a day and can only rest for a while and should not be disturbed.

As their boss, Zhang Dianyu could only leave with a guilty conscience and pretend that nothing happened.

Banner seemed to be a little confused by what he said. He tentatively asked: "Mr. Warden, you mean...Sykestone's cell?"

Zhang Dianyu took a cautious look at him, then recalled what he had just said, and then replied, "...Yes?"

Banner was silent for a moment: "I understand, Mr. Warden."

After speaking, he turned and left the office.

Zhang Dianyu: "?"

Wait a minute, what does Banner understand?Why did he not understand at all?

Outside the office, Banner returned to his assistant's position and slowly pushed open the bookshelf behind him.This is the time for the prison door to automatically open for the prisoners to go to the restaurant to eat.

The room has been cleaned up by the cleaners, and Mr. Fergus should be able to live in directly after the cell door is removed.

A few minutes ago, Mr. Warden also tried to deny the fact that Sykesstone was dead-but he immediately wanted Mr. Fergus to live in to erase the traces of Sykesstone's existence.

Banner didn't know what to say, so he shook his head.

He found out the timetable sent by the funeral home from the stack of documents and knocked on the door of the warden's office again.

"Mr. Warden, you can choose a time. The funeral home will arrange other matters." Banner paused, "Do you know what Sykstone believes? The funeral home needs this information to arrange the funeral."

Zhang Dianyu stared at the confinement area on the map, frowned slightly thinking, and said: "Whatever."

Banner: "..."

It took a moment for Zhang Dianyu to realize the silence of the scene. He slowly raised his eyes and pretended to answer in thought: "Sycostone is an atheist, but he is an ordinary person who has nothing to do with the world. The funeral arrangements should be simpler. "

Banner thought about what Sykesstone did in the early days of his imprisonment, and he could only feel that the warden's filter was really thick.

Zhang Dianyu randomly checked a Sunday on the timetable, and then handed the document back to Banner.

"It's this day."

After Banner left, Zhang Dianyu turned his gaze back to the confinement room.He was still thinking about the informant's problem.

The Red Skull had already recovered from the coma, and he was beating the security door angrily, and bubbles of dissatisfaction continued to emerge from the red head.

The guard quickly noticed the abnormality in the confinement room, and walked over to fill him with a stun gun.While he was in a coma, the workers rushed over in time to repair the damaged closed door.

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

He felt that the Red Skull needed more time to calm down.

He still has 280 years in prison anyway, and he can satisfy him as long as he wants to calm down.

Zhang Dianyu looked at Hannibal Lecter next to him again.To be honest, he didn't expect Lecter to be a potential secret informant, which surprised him a bit.

Obviously Lecter has been cruelly confined from the moment Zhang Dianyu discovered his identity. After all, he may have been immersed in the shock of "The Ogre in the Kitchen" before he could make trouble. Into the confinement room.

He even stopped his food supply.

After this time of getting along, Zhang Dianyu had no doubt that he wanted to cut his throat with a single knife, and even add a dish.

But in fact, he was shown on the map as a confidential informant.

Zhang Dianyu was lost in thought.

He didn't know if Lecter wanted to try to escape from prison again by becoming an informant, or if he really wanted to reduce his sentence.

He couldn't help but glanced at the window opposite the desk.

The morning sunlight is not dazzling, and it spreads gently on the ground through the glass, as if to cover the place it passes by a light yellow filter.

Zhang Dianyu didn't feel much about it.

He really didn't know why a window would affect the mental health of prisoners-but he still remembered the problems Lecter pointed out.

He said that the reason why prisoners constantly turn into mental illness due to excessive stress is that there is no window.

Zhang Dianyu felt skeptical, but he felt it was worth a try-so he asked Doctor Strange to do a questionnaire for the prisoners.

But in fact, the prisoner's choice is not the final conclusion.

Whenever Lecter did something, Zhang Dianyu always had to think about whether he was hiding something behind—to be honest, it felt a little tired.But he still moved.

This Hannibal Lecter is indeed a psychological authority.

One reduction in mental illness can save a treatment cost and a separate cell. Zhang Dianyu had to waver.

He finally decided to give it a try, go to the confinement room and try to "recruit" the ogre to see what tricks he wanted to play.

Zhang Dianyu called two guards armed with guns and led them to the confinement room.

The number of guards armed with guns has not been reduced much, after all, they have the highest-quality weapons in prison.Unlike the snipers in the guard tower, the armed guards in the free fire mode have the highest authority in the prison.

The snipers are different-they don't care about digging tunnels to escape, and they don't shoot in ordinary conflicts. They stand on a high place and look at the scenery every day, and earn the highest wages in prison.

Zhang Dianyu felt that if he stopped insisting, he would fire them all.

Considering that these snipers are actually the first batch of pixel villains, maybe he shouldn't do this-even snipers who don't want to eat freely, they can also be cultivated and planted.

Maybe they also have talent in this area.

The confinement area was as quiet and cold as ever.Perhaps due to the dim lights, it always feels like a dead silence.

After all, the closed door is soundproof, and the sound of prisoners crying inside cannot be heard unless they try to smash the door empty-handed.

To be honest, Zhang Dianyu was also quite surprised when he saw Red Skull smash the door loose a few screws in anger.Here he was just the power of an ordinary person, but he was able to smash the door with his bare hands and startled the guard.

It deserves increased attention, Zhang Dianyu thought.Since he is very strong now, when the prison returns to normal operation, it is best to arrange for him to a no-meal supply area to help him consume a little energy.

But Lecter next door to him has been quiet, as quiet as a clown, but not as happy as the clown.

It was precisely this that made Zhang Dianyu smell a dangerous aura.

The clown has been in a good mood since he was in prison, and in the end he happily led people to escape, and "stabbed to death" the warden who came to stop him.

Zhang Dianyu had to be vigilant.

He walked to the door of Lecter's confinement room. The guard wanted to open the door, so he raised a hand to stop it.

The guard stepped aside blankly, Zhang Dianyu opened the game panel and checked Lecter's status on the map.

The used dinner plate was placed on the ground aside by him, and he sat quietly in the center of the confinement room, with his hands on his knees, as if he was closing his eyes and resting.

Zhang Dianyu looked inside through the closed door, and Lecter suddenly slowly opened his eyes.

Apart from this, there is no other change in him, and no bubbles on his head appear.

Zhang Dianyu asked the guards to open the closed door.

There was no light in the confinement room, in order to use darkness to destroy the prisoners' psychological defenses, and to make the hardest stingers cry and confess their actions.

But this is obviously useless for true perverts.

Zhang Dianyu walked into the dark confinement room, the heavy iron door slowly closed behind him, and with a heavy impact, the light in the narrow confinement room suddenly brightened.

Lecter narrowed his eyes and smiled slightly: "I don't think I should say that I am thinking about when you will come here, Mr. Warden, because it will offend you."

Zhang Dianyu brushed the dust off his suit, then raised his eyes to look at Lecter: "Oh? Why?"