Rebuilding Base is Under Construction
Vol 2 Chapter 1144:
The last prisoner was carrying a dinner plate, and left in a somewhat complicated mood.
Rather than eating myself into the hospital in the morning, I don’t know if it’s good or bad at the moment-the deputy warden sent the psychiatrist who had a problem with his hand to distribute meals to them, forbidding everyone to clean a bucket this behavior.
This made the prisoners feel pain and happy.
When tonight, the gangsters in the prison ended their confinement and went back to their cells. When they found out that there was only spinach in the food bucket tomorrow, they would definitely feel pain.
But being able to get a momentary respite was a little bit happy.
The next person to walk with the tray was Lekert. He glanced up at Strange's uncontrollably shaking hands, and his eyes gradually moved to his face again.
Strange nodded sternly.
In fact, not long ago, Lecter helped him a favor to save him from facing the oncoming Joyce guard alone in the cushioned confinement room, and even treated the patient to a certain degree.
He didn’t know how Lekert discovered that he was locked in a padded confinement room during the Hydra riot, but the scene where the calm and elegant tone came in through the thick iron door would also be heavy in his mind from time to time. Now.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help shaking his wrist slightly.
Most of the potato soup was sprinkled.
Lecter was silent for a while, and Stranchek restrained his mood, scooped up a spoonful again, and finally handed half a bowl of potato soup to Lecter's plate.
This is not who Dr. Strange is targeting. Anyway, with his hands, it is good to have half a bowl of soup.
It's still not easy to sprinkle mashed potatoes.
Neckett had never thought that the acting warden lady was even more spicy than the warden. The prisoners were hungry and fed, and seemed to be a little tossed and their spirits were about to collapse.
After all, as long as their bodies are not dead, they can be saved by the prison.
At first this thing was indeed a bit surprising, but there have been too many things in this world beyond human cognition-even the appearance of Superman, and it has been enthusiastically sought after by the Metropolitans.
After going through these, people's nerves are gradually numb, and it seems that even more accidents can only amaze them a little. Even if there are too many irregularities in this prison, it is not difficult to accept in such an environment.
But in addition to the tough nerves that ordinary people are gradually reshaping, there are more superpowered criminals coming with Chaoying. In the places beyond the power of the super heroes, people can only watch life trampled.
Gradually some people began to complain: "Why can't you come faster?"
Faced with such a situation, many of Chaoying's immediate reaction was not to shirk responsibility, but to guilt for not being able to rush to the scene to save people in time.
Then the voice of opposition grew intensified, and it seemed to be common sense.
Strange quietly cooked Lekert but found that the other party had not left. The prisoner behind him did not dare to urge him, but could only stare at the psychiatrist who looked very bully behind the dining table-although Strange was very impersonal, he was "hands-off" after all with his hands disabled Former neurosurgeon in prison. In the eyes of the prisoners, his situation was not much better than theirs, obviously a soft persimmon.
Lecter smiled at Strange slightly: "It seems that I will meet more often in the future."
"It's time to meet." Strange expressionless. Everyone knows that ogres are mentally ill. However, he still lives in a common dormitory and has a guard as a bodyguard.
Strange knows why.
Although the warden's ideas often fly, the prison still needs a real psychiatrist after all-after all, criminals have some psychological problems. According to his knowledge of the warden, every additional mentally ill criminal would have to build a single cell, and he would have to spend an extra amount of money. This is simply the lung of the warden.
He left Laket here just to let him kill the prisoners' psychopaths in the cradle.
In other words, discover early and report early.
But striking an agreement with the ogres always makes Strange very unreliable.
Moreover, although Lecter has a psychopathic radar, it can be said to be a similar smell-he himself is a mental patient who should be **** with a **** and injected with a sedative.
If it were not for the sake of recovering the Supreme Master's strength by walking out of the wall, Strange had already rushed to the Warden's office and forced him to shut down the ogre.
But what happened last time puzzled Strange—Lecter could not help him or even leisurely watch him and Joyce killing each other outside, or take the opportunity to leave.
However, he chose to help calm the Joyce guards, and did not take the opportunity to escape.
This incident left Strange as a throat and had to devote more attention. He looked at Lecter's smile across the street and thought about it and added a spoonful of mashed potatoes to him—considering that the identity of the other party was an ogre, he should eat more vegetarian food.
Lecter narrowed his smile, frowned at the mashed potatoes, and shrugged slightly: "I think I should say thank you."
Strange: "..."
At the same time, Zhang Dianyu in the office is also paying attention to the episode in the restaurant, while also remotely controlling the conversation between the warden and the psychiatrist.
After Stark left the prison, the computer was moved back to his office. At this time, he was searching the Internet for the correct answer while filling out the psychiatric form given by the doctor.
He deliberately controlled the speed so that the governor did not fill it too fast, but the doctor still showed the expression of the old subway man looking at the mobile phone to the form he submitted.
Stark next to him looked dignified: "...Is his problem serious?"
The doctor gave him a stern look.
"It's okay, you can say it directly." Stark sat down next to him, "I can accept it."-But it may be a little trouble, after all, if the warden wants to take a long vacation, this time is quite chaotic, No one knows what will happen.
"From the final score, the patient's mentality is very healthy, even in the evaluation level of fbi and police agencies at all levels, it is considered to be an excellent psychological quality." The doctor seems to be unbelievable, "but you mean he He committed suicide not long ago."
Stark: "That's what I saw!"
The doctor was silent for a while: "Then maybe he is a psychological expert and can avoid the wrong answer."
In the warden's office at this time, Zhang Dianyu flipped out Peter's uneaten licorice candy from the drawer, and looked at the dialog box on the screen. He spent a huge sum of $80 and hired a "psychologist" from the Internet, claiming to be a student who is troubled with his homework, and needs some guidance in this regard.
But in fact, from this price point, the other party may be a real psychology student, using spare time to engage in part-time work.
But the problem is not big, just cheap.
Zhang Dianyu did not want to run for the SEALs, as long as he could prove that he was a normal person-only then can he return to prison as soon as possible.
"Miss Warden, can I come in?" With a knock on the door, Banner's voice came from outside.
Zhang Dianyu quickly narrowed the dialog box and answered, "Come in."
Banner opened the door and saw Miss Rita behind the desk throwing a licorice candy into the trash can. She shrugged: "In fact, that is the Warden's favorite thing."
Zhang Dianyu: "?" Banner did not misunderstand him, he just didn't want to waste it.
Banner did not mean to continue to entangle this topic, but said anxiously: "Miss Rita, I heard that you assigned a new job to Dr. Strange-to the cafeteria to cook for the prisoners?"
Zhang Dianyu replied without changing his face: "That's the case. Because there seems to be an inexplicable overeating among the prisoners, in order to..." He paused, skipping the word "saving money", and continued: "——Prison The normal operation of, I arranged Dr. Strange to the place where the incident occurred, hoping that he could find out the source of this problem."
Of course, in fact, he also has some ideas in this respect-but if he is unsuccessful, he will say it another way. After all, the Supreme Master is a part-time psychologist, and he has not been doing it for long.
But even if he couldn't find the source of the problem, he could solve the urgent needs of the prison with his own hands.
Literally.
Banner said in silence: "But Miss Rita, the prisoners will overeating because you said that if the leftovers exceed one barrel, only the spinach will be served the next day-and most prisoners, including those they fear, are at this time In the confinement room, they dare not leave more than one barrel of leftovers."
Zhang Dianyu: "..."
Banner: "...?"
--That's it?
There are many question marks in Zhang Dianyu's mind. Is there any problem with the prisoners' ability to understand? Of course, he is talking about the number of people in the meal. Can the food that has not been eaten in the catering barrel continue to be served on the catering table in the next meal? Is this a problem?
The prisoner in the cell was really hungry for most of the day. After all, the short-term confinement is mostly within 24 hours, so let them be hungry for a few meals, which can deepen the impression of the consequences of the violation and avoid trouble at both ends of the day.
As for long-term confinement-that's a privilege only for Hydra and super criminals.
Zhang Dianyu glanced at the opposite Banner, and calmly applied the patch: "Oh, besides this incident, the canteen-like crowded place is also a high-risk area for physical conflict, and Dr. Strange is willing to study the prisoners. Behaviorology."
Banner: "?" Strange didn't say that, and because his dinner plate was also Strange's meal at noon today, he didn't even eat enough.
Zhang Dianyu smiled: "Dr. Banner, you can rest assured. After Dr. Strange has collected the data, you can end this little investigation-is there anything else?"
He wanted to catch up with customers very much now, because the psychologist came in and wanted to talk to the warden, he couldn’t do both.
Banner left with a question mark, and Zhang Dianyu quickly turned his attention back to the warden's remote operation panel. The psychiatrist sat down on the sofa on his side and opened a notebook in his hand.
Zhang Dianyu took the opportunity to knock on the dialog box and asked whether the "tutor" he hired was online.
The other party quickly gave a positive answer and Zhang Dianyu was relieved.
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