Rebuilding Base is Under Construction

There are three grids on the dark silver-gray dinner plate. Even such simple tableware can't affect the exquisite setting of Lecter.

But the key problem is that the guard Valen with the dinner plate is in the hands of the guard beside him. He stands upright and even salutes Zhang Dianyu.

But Lecter sat on the sofa and gave him a please gesture: "Don't worry, Mr. Warden, it's just French omelet and the only remaining bacon in the kitchen-unless someone can lay eggs, you Don’t worry about its source."

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

He ignored Lecter, but glared at Warren next to him.Obviously it is a prisoner and the guard who monitors him, why the two of them look more like upper class scum and his bodyguard.

Valen didn't even notice, and even stretched out his arm to pass the plate over: "Sir."

Zhang Dianyu had to take it, then glanced at Lecter, tilted his head and motioned to the door: "I don't like having people next to me when I eat."

"Of course." Lecter replied softly, and then looked at Warren. "Then let's leave this lounge to Mr. Warden-don't forget the onion soup, the Warren guard specially asked me to get up early. It's time to leave the dormitory before it can be cooked."

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

What's the matter with Valen.

After the two left the lounge, Zhang Dianyu returned to the warden's office with the dinner plate.

He thought that Lecter wanted to cover his three meals a day because of his intentions.But the aroma of the food is indeed tempting—just like the breakfast he had eaten at Stark a few days ago, far exceeding the usual level of meals in prison.

What's more, there is not much food available in the prison now, and a few onions can actually make Lecter play tricks.

Zhang Dianyu was lost in thought.

Does the ogre go crazy just want to show off his cooking skills?

When Banner knocked on the office door, Mr. Warden crossed a piece of bacon and studied it carefully, as if observing a precious specimen.

Banner: "..."

When he first met Mr. Warden, he hadn't thought that one day things would develop like this.

"Is there anything wrong with Bacon, Mr. Warden?" Banner asked patiently.

Mr. Warden looked serious: "This is the last piece of bacon in the prison?"

Banner was very embarrassed: "...this, I really don't know. If it's not, what would be...?"

The warden put the fork back on the plate: "Nothing, I just need to make sure it is a piece of bacon-a piece of pork bacon."

Banner looked confused: "Of course the bacon is made from pork breast."

"Unless," the warden tore off the decorative handkerchief from his suit pocket and wiped his hands, "it was sent by an ogre."

Banner was taken aback: "Hannibal Lecter?"

"I reached an agreement with him yesterday," Zhang Dianyu said. "The conditions are very simple. I don't need to eat the prison cafeteria anymore."

Banner fell silent-for this matter, most people might prefer to eat the green boundless canteen in the catering barrel.

"Let the cleaning staff remove it." Zhang Dianyu said disapprovingly.

Banner glanced at the unmoved dinner plate: "But you haven't eaten it yet."

Zhang Dianyu looked at him: "I need a little psychological construction-don't you need it?"

"But Mr. Warden, it's just an omelet..." Banner tried to persuade, "Unless someone can lay eggs, it shouldn't be a problem."

Zhang Dianyu looked at Banner in surprise: "That's what Lecter said just now."

Banner was speechless.

"But I trust you." Zhang Dianyu smiled suddenly.

Banner: "..."

When Mr. Warden smiled, people couldn't help feeling cold behind their backs, especially now.

Banner twitched the corners of his mouth stiffly: "I understand. But I think he should not be able to do anything with meals in prison. You'd better get used to it as soon as possible..."

"I don't think so." A voice came from outside the door, "Judging from the time I left here, the breakfast must have been cold."

Zhang Dianyu: "...?"

The door lock turned, and the Warren guard pushed open the green employee door and entered with a steaming bowl.

Lecter leaned at the door leisurely: "I think the European-style breakfast may not be to your appetite, so I made a new veal stew with white sauce."

Zhang Dianyu wanted to hit someone.

"I didn't go to the cafeteria to have a meal, so I didn't violate the content of the agreement-who let you come here?

"Anyone can come here, isn't it, sir?" Lecter smiled slightly, "I have to remind you that a friend who works as a cleaner is in your bathroom after wiping the floor of the corridor. Take a bath."

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

Although this kind of thing happens from time to time, it sounds a bit wrong.

He glanced at Warren: "Call him out and write down the negativity."

Warren received the order and walked out of the office. After a while, the prisoner outside the door bowed his head and left with a mop.

The bowl of veal stew was placed on Zhang Dianyu's desk, the heat rose, and the aroma of the food drifted into the air.

Zhang Dianyu stared at it for a while, then slowly lowered his face.

"There is still beef in the prison?"

"It's very regrettable," Lecter replied. "It's the instant beef bought in the store, which makes it taste less."

Zhang Dianyu glanced at Warren, but did not ask the truth of this sentence.

Since Lecter is still standing here, at least what Guard Warren sees will be consistent with what he said.

"Mr. Warden doesn't like having people around when eating, so we will leave first." Lecter said.

"Oh, sorry," Banner said after the two left. "I didn't know you had this habit."

After speaking he also left the room.

Zhang Dianyu didn't refute, although it was just to drive Lecter away.

He was lost in thought at the fragrant veal stew.

In theory, this should indeed be a bowl of veal.Lecter just came out of the confinement room yesterday. He didn't have time or opportunity to kill.

But considering who made this dish, it does give people psychological pressure.

But what made him even more uncomfortable was that Lecter seemed to be able to guess that he hadn't eaten the breakfast he sent, and deliberately prepared a new meal.

Whether he eats or not, he seems to be in his arms.

When Banner knocked on the door of the warden's office again, he looked a little embarrassed-he had forgotten that he was here to deliver the documents.

But the empty bowl on Mr. Warden’s desk made him glance at it uncontrollably.

Zhang Dianyu almost wanted to roll his eyes, but restrained, and said indifferently: "I didn't throw it away, don't look at it."

Banner scratched his hair and put the papers on the table: "Sykesston’s funeral time has been set. At 10 o'clock next Sunday, this is the address."

Zhang Dianyu took the file and looked at it for a while, then a question arose in his mind.

He has never been far away?

Judging from this document, apart from prisons, there seems to be a wider world outside.What he meant was a world farther than Untitled Town.

Is the map of this game that big?

So the question is, how should he go?

He remembered the time at the amusement park, he called an Uber to send himself there, and he hadn't paid yet.As an escaped prisoner, he can not pay.

And he has no money.The driver's scolding was blocked by a knife, and he arrived at the destination safely.

Zhang Dianyu felt a little confused.Outside the prison, there are untitled towns, amusement parks, and funeral homes. What else?

He suddenly wanted to go to Sykestone's funeral, and besides the funeral, he also wanted to go out and see.Since there are places like Untitled Town in this world, where all the prisoners and their families, external employees, and lawyers can live together, will there be a place where Batman and Iron Man live, and the Spiderman next door? Never go to class, when SHIELD is fine, squeeze in a small garden to drink tea and wait for work?

He was amused by the scene in his mind.

Zhang Dianyu thought for a while and called Stark and asked if he could take him to Sykesstone's funeral.

Stark was silent for a while, but his tone didn't sound surprised: "Of course-you are going to attend the funeral of Sykesstone?"

He had never seen the warden attending a prisoner's funeral.

And he also knew that Mr. Warden was just a no-brain puppet, who would only act according to established procedures.

So since he wants to leave prison, it means maybe-Mr. Fergus, what new plans do you have?

"Yes, I should go to the funeral of a hero. He used to be a prisoner in my prison." Zhang Dianyu answered according to common sense.

Otherwise, does he have to answer that he wants to determine the location of the cemetery, so as not to be unable to find the body of Sykestone in the future?

"Oh." Stark replied casually, and then asked, "Then Mr. Fergus will go with you?"

Zhang Dianyu instantly increased his vigilance.

Do these people still want to keep track of what the "Warden Fergus" has done?This incident may ruin Fergus's life in his later years.He finally got a free vest, and he must not be put in prison again.

So Zhang Dianyu replied: "No, Mr. Fergus will stay here for me to deal with prison affairs."

In fact, he had entrusted the matter to Banner a long time ago, and even made up a reason, saying that Fergus had just returned to prison and was feeling unwell after a long journey and needed a few months of rest.

Although Banner was puzzled as to why he had to rest for a few months, he still agreed immediately.

Of course, if he knew that Fergus would only need to walk for half an hour from Untitled Town to here, he would not only be confused, but would be full of question marks.

Zhang Dianyu slowly said to the phone: "In fact, I may not plan to return to prison for the time being."

This is somewhat unexpected.

Stark asked immediately: "Did something happen in the prison?"

Mr. Fergus intends to take charge of the prison directly, isn't he going to want this puppet?

"No, just a few days." Zhang Dianyu answered truthfully.If he doesn't know where he went after a few days, he may still call this helpline.

Stark did not respond for a moment.

In his opinion, Mr. Warden must have gone out with a mission. He had seen the prisoner of Sykesstone, and he still remembered that his cell was near the Warden’s office, and even a scandal spread among the prisoners. .

Until he understood that the warden could not have a scandal—not even his head.

"Then," Stark's tone changed, and he changed into a lazy smirk, "Mr. Warden, already has plans for his vacation?"

Zhang Dianyu replied: "No, I have never left prison."

Stark fell silent.

Mr. Warden's words, can they be regarded as confirming their guesses?

"Have you... left the prison?" Stark asked cautiously.

Zhang Dianyu thought for a while, and it sounds like something is wrong—otherwise he would make up an experience for himself?

But I am afraid it is easy to disassemble.

That being the case, just keep silent.

There was silence in Stark's earpiece, and he could imagine how confusing this question was for the warden.

"If Mr. Warden doesn't mind, I have a few good places for vacations that I can recommend to you." Stark said suddenly.

Zhang Dianyu thought for a while-I'm afraid it's wrong, he wants to see how big the map outside is, and the holiday resorts of the rich are probably in isolated places.

"Mind." Zhang Dianyu replied.

Stark: "..."