Rebuilding Base is Under Construction

The warden looked at him with interest, and seemed to subconsciously stroke his meticulous tie, and said softly, "So, you are ... that person."

This sentence seemed to point, Joyce understood.

He was silent for a moment, arrogantly denying: "I don't understand what you're talking about, sir."

Zhang Dianyu smiled: "Oh you will-but we can also talk about other things. Do you like to sleep on the morgue, Guard Joyce?"

Joyce couldn't explain it, but the point was-he thought that a question like the warden seemed a threat?

He decided to throw the pot to Sycostone, the half-truth lies were the hardest to see. Anyway, that seccostone has been in the cell for a long time since he was in jail, and it is a well-known thorn.

From the attitude of the warden, it seems that things are still turning for the better.

He raised his shoulders and saluted him: "I was attacked. It was my problem. I sent the prisoner in labor to the gun store to clean up, so that he came up with the idea of ​​attacking the guards to grab the guns."

Zhang Dianyu rolled the elastic licorice around her fingers, and she had no expression on her face.

Joyce was a little bit vacant, but still insisted: "Mr. Warden, I think we need to call all the prisoners to search by name immediately, and Secostone may take this opportunity to escape with his followers."

Zhang Dianyu slowly moved her eyes from her fingers to Joyce's face.

After looking at each other for a moment, he smiled slightly: "I know. He's in the cell."

Joyce was relieved. But then he noticed that the warden narrowed his eyes slightly, and his slightly inquiring gaze suddenly became as substantive.

"You are hurt." He heard the warden said, "I can give you a week off-in the staff quarters."

Joyce was silent.

Is the dormitory the same size as the prisoner's dormitory, with double beds placed side by side, and all the people sharing showers and toilets? Even if it wasn't for the unfinished business, he didn't want to spend a week in the mixed-dorsal dormitory.

Not to mention that there are no windows in the dormitory, the only ventilation place is the small green staff door in and out.

Joyce immediately refused: "I don't need to take a vacation, Mr. Warden. I can interrogate Secostone in person."

The warden said "oh" thoughtfully.

"No need, I will personally pay attention to the escape in this prison." Zhang Dianyu accentuated the last few words, and glanced at Joyce's face casually.

As a pervert who touched the prison, Joyce's expertise in lying was obviously not something Zhang Dianyu could take apart.

Fortunately, he can take a picture and find an expert to analyze it in the future.

As for who the expert is-maybe Banner, or ask Stranger if he can use magic to analyze micro expressions.

There was a heavy sneeze outside the door.

"You can go." Zhang Dianyu took apart the licorice candy wrapped around her fingers in a circle and smiled at Joyce slightly.

Joyce's throat rolled uncontrollably.

Without knowing why, he always had a gut instinct.

"That morgue ..."

As he carefully controlled his expression and pushed open the green staff door, the voice of the warden suddenly came behind him, and the words made him straighten his back.

"Maybe it was a mistake by the workers." Zhang Dianyu said casually, "Find someone to move it back to the morgue."

Joyce's breathing stopped for a moment, and he answered stiffly, "Yes, Mr. Warden."

When he left, the prisoner at the door, said to be invincible Hulk, looked at him with a strange look, as if looking at a dead man.

He seemed to feel the need to speed up the plan.

Zhang Dianyu opened the map and looked at Joyce who had left for a while. The other party seemed very cautious, no longer dared to take any action, and returned to duty honestly.

It's almost dinner time, Zhang Dianyu withdrew the two guards around him and let them return to the restaurant to maintain order.

He reopened the map and watched Hannibal Lecter. He didn't know if the ogre was aware of what was going on, but from the status bar, nothing seemed strange.

On the other side of the psychiatric ward, Strange is giving one-on-one counselling to criminals who have turned into mental illness in his office.

He chose an ordinary mental illness, and seemed to want to test the success of his theory.

Zhang Dianyu didn't expect that he might have actually recruited a psychiatrist-although he was transferred, wasn't it quite successful that Strang was transferred to a magician last time?

The only requirement for Strange to join the company is not to live in the staff quarters, of course Zhang Dianyu agreed.

Even if he has a mage part-time at night, it is not a bad thing to occupy one bed.

Zhang Dianyu pushed open the door of the office, and Banner outside was reading the thick stack of documents intently. He raised his head when he heard the footsteps, and met Zhang Dianyu's eyes.

Zhang Dianyu slowly walked over, sitting sideways at the desk, raised his hand and paused in the air, landing on Banner's shoulder.

Banner could not help grinning.

"Doctor," Zhang Dianyu looked at him with a smile, "You lied to me?"

Banner was silent.

"This wound," Zhang Dianyu gently tapped the bandage with his knuckles, and let Banner hiss slightly-"Healing like a Hulk?"

Benner could have made up an excuse, but in terms of his IQ, the speed of making up lies was too slow, and it's too late to say it now.

"I'm very sorry……"

"Oh, I'm not talking about this." Zhang Dianyu said sharply. "You can prepare to clean up the morgue cell. You need to change places."

Banner nodded silently.

Still, he was flattered by the preferential treatment he received during this time-although there always seemed to be something wrong.

"It's next to the original accounting office-the lawyer's office, but he's moved now." Zhang Dianyu held his arm in thought, "The workers will soon be transformed-you can ask them to help you move thing."

Banner: "Uh ..." The development of the incident was somewhat unexpected, that is, the warden not only did not express his anger at his lies, but even planned to move him away from the ghost place of the morgue.

Although it is indeed the best cell in the entire prison, it is still a ghost place-because there are rows of morgues when going out, although it is magically not rancid, but the dark red blood stains on it it is true.

If it hadn't been for the Hulk exercise, Banner would have doubted that he would have gone crazy after living here for a while.

Mr. Dian extended a hand in the direction of the door: "You can get off work early?"

Banner hesitantly said, "Uh ... Okay, thank you, Mr. Warden."

The warden turned and left.

By the way, Zhang Dianyu moved the cactus back from the hall, found a rag and wiped all the **** thorns.

Then he pulled out all of Leckett's files and was going to study what the moody ogre was thinking about—most importantly, if he moved him to the luxury cell in the morgue, Will he escape from prison honestly as originally planned?