Rebuilding Base is Under Construction

In the psychiatrist's office, after the last prisoner undergoing psychotherapy left, Strange put their files in turn into the pale green filing cabinet behind them.

Footsteps came from the door.

He paused, but didn't look back. All day he was almost accustomed to the strange free activities in the prison, and from time to time prisoners came in and looked around.

For the time being, he will not comment.

Zhang Dianyu stopped and waited at the door. Regarding Hannibal Lecter, he had nothing to gain except to read a long list of criminal records.

Then he remembered a supreme mage who was a serious psychiatrist-just by the way while looking at the morgue.

Strange turned his head and found that the man at the door turned out to be Mr. Warden.

He glanced at his watch. "I'm off work."

Zhang Dianyu: "?"

Say good top surgeons have no real day off?

Strange did not leave, but instead stared at Zhang Dianyu with his penetrating eyes: "Mr. Warden, is there anything wrong?"

Zhang Dianyu: "No."

The two looked at each other silently for a few seconds, and Stranger replaced the doctor's white coat, said goodbye to Zhang Dianyu, and walked out of the office from his side.

Zhang Dianyu looked at the empty psychiatrist's office and closed the green staff door.

But he did not leave immediately, but looked at the door for a while.

To be honest, he found that all employee doors needed only the same key to open.

Is it still easy to escape?

He had discovered it from the beginning. Unlike the prison door key, there is only one key for the employee door, and any employee can enter and leave the green door in the prison at will.

This was a normal thing. In the game, this green employee door means that the prisoner cannot pass.

But things are different now. There are more and more employees like Joyce. Zhang Dianyu doesn't want to let them go freely in all rooms.

The next day when Strange returned to work, he found that the strange green door at the door of his office was missing, replaced by a solemn iron door-exactly the same as the prison door on the prisoner's cell.

Strinch: "..."

Although he had a slight word about the prisoner's free access to his office, he hadn't commented on it yet. How could the warden know?

Stranger, who had no door key, had to go to the padded detention cell next door to find a paramedic.

The look of the paramedics when they opened the door was also complicated: "Doctor, do I need to be there for psychological guidance later?"

The doctor looked rather thin, with white spots on the corners, and if the prisoner suddenly developed an illness in the psychiatric office, the doctor would not even be able to escape the door.

The doctor glanced at him indifferently: "I don't like people around when I treat patients."

After all, he didn't think it was a cure and could not allow anyone to watch.

The paramedic was boring and opened the door dimly and left. Strance walked into the office without any notice, and ten minutes later, the psychological guidance for the mentally ill prisoner began on time.

It wasn't just Strange's door, Zhang Dianyu at this time also felt a little bit annoyed at the prison door that he had unexpectedly changed yesterday.

He can't leave the office.

You should know that the prison chief does not have the prison door key in his hand, and he just evacuated all employees from the building a few days ago.

Zhang Dianyu, who was in tears behind the iron window, stood in front of the door and meditated. It wasn't until Banner next door returned from the restaurant that he changed his clothes and went to the assistant's room to work.

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

Banner was surprised: "Mr. Warden, do you need me to call someone to open the door?"

In fact, Zhang Dianyu wasn't completely unable to get out. He could make a phone call and ask the security officer to come to the guard, but he was thinking whether he should remove the door.

He forgot a deep glance at Banner and shook his head to refuse: "No need."

Banner: "..."

A few minutes later, workers in yellow coats rushed over and demolished the prison door.

But Zhang Dianyu didn't let them put the staff door back for the time being-the danger in the prison is not only from the prisoner, he needs to think about how to handle the door problem properly.

Banner didn't know what strange new ideas the warden had recently had, but he decided to act with caution and stop asking questions.

You know he will go to the courtyard with a group of big men to do yoga in an hour. After he became assistant to the warden, his morning yoga class was compressed to an hour, between breakfast and lunch.

Knowing that this would happen, he would not accept the position of acting psychiatrist, alive or dead.

Yesterday the warden went out before dinner, and after returning, he replaced the staff doors in the entire prison with prison doors, so that all the guards and nursing staff were extremely busy-because only in their hands There are keys to the cell door.

Banner thought that this new policy was aimed at the Joyce guard yesterday. After all, the person said a lot of cynicstones in the warden's office yesterday, and the warden did not seem very happy.

But today, he saw the guard Joyce at the door of the cafeteria, limping along the road with two huge dark circles, tired and almost losing consciousness.

Banner: "..."

He believes that Joyce guards may not have time to target Sycostone recently.

At this time, Zhang Dianyu was sitting on his sofa chair, holding his arm by one elbow, and opening the small map to check the state of Hannibal Lecter.

His blood strip had dropped a little, and it seemed that Joyce did not dare to continue his small moves in private yesterday.

Of course, he didn't realize that Joyce guards dragged a broken leg and slept for only 3 hours, the rest of the time was in shift work to open the door.

Even if he knew this, he wouldn't feel at all wrong-he had offered Joyce a vacation, which he had refused himself.

Anyway, until Likert is transferred to the cell of the morgue, even without Joyce, he can come up with a way to escape the prison-except for eating, bathing and blowing, and sleeping for 8 hours without going out of the cell In addition, the rest of the time was free movement, wasn't it enough for him to drill into which morgue to pretend to be a corpse to escape?

The morgue is vast and full of morgues. At this time, as the operation of the prison is getting on track, a large number of morgues have begun to be idle.

Zhang Dianyu has no objection to jailbreak, but he opposes the uprising.

He had also thought about reducing the size of the morgue until he discovered a new escape channel through the incident.

Safe, harmless, quick, and highly targeted-only prisoners who have been transferred to the morgue are honored.

Due to the contract with Stark, he could not let the prisoners escape on a large scale. But there are some people who would be better off quietly.

The new attempt began with Hannibal Lecter.

Zhang Dianyu's fingertips fell on the armrest, and he made up his mind.

Hannibal Lecter's cell was opened. This was the first time in a long time that someone had entered the cell without ever falling into a coma.

Several gun guards stood at the door, guarding his vitality from all angles.

He heard a lot of interesting things from the recent guard who liked to chat with him, more than he had heard among prisoners before-because those prisoners did not react like normal people.

In this prison, as soon as he starts attacking employees, he will be killed instantly with a gun guard nearby.

The Federal Prison Administration and the Department of Justice are almost regarded as nothing.

Liket slowly raised his hands above his head, but there was no difference in look.

The next person responsible for the care of the mentally ill prisoner ordered nervously: "Turn around, put your hands behind your back, and come to the door."

Liket did, and a pair of handcuffs fastened him, and the chain hung around his waist and hung down with the shackles on his feet.

He tilted his head slightly, this was the costume he had when he was last jailed in a prison car.

Maybe it means he will be transferred to another prison.

The night Joyce didn't show up, something really happened.

But unlike the previous escorts, this time no one covered his eyes with a hood-although it wasn't very useful, he could still calculate the approximate distance from the steps and time.

He escorted out of the confinement room under the escorting of several gun guards and paramedics, and the sunlight suddenly came, making his eyes that had not seen the sun for a long time narrowed slightly.

There is a flat paved road in front of you. Turn right and you will see the gate of the prison. The car will wait outside.

But unexpectedly, he was turned by the guards and turned to the left.

Inside this direction is the newly built psychiatric ward, where the clown is being held.

Leckett certainly knew that in the eyes of the world he was a psychiatrist--though he thought things could not be generalized.

But he didn't think the warden intended to "treat" him kindly.

After a while, he found out that his destination was not the ward, but the warden's office, which was right next to the confined area.

This situation is not uncommon.

Even in the case where the psychiatric hospital guarded him comprehensively, there were always government departments who wanted to ask for his rich knowledge in criminal psychology.

——Or is it experience?

Liket was put in the warden's office.

The door of this office was removed, and fresh traces of collision were left on the door frame, proving that this happened not far away.

But he was not a detective. It had nothing to do with him. He was just a psychiatrist.

What kind of person would open the door of his office?

He was chained to the chair in front of the desk firmly by the caregiver, and the gun guard was still standing beside him. The chief warden sat on the opposite sofa, casually squinting at a piece of licorice, his eyes looked back and forth on him. After he met his gaze, he smiled and took the weird thing unhurriedly.

"Doctor Leckett, did you have a good time?" Zhang Dianyu paused. "Don't answer me, it's just a polite phrase-I'm going to provide you with a new cell, and you will really like it."

Lecter looked into Mr. Warden's eyes and slowly answered, "But you don't know what I like. Right, Mr. Warden?"

Zhang Dianyu smiled: "Oh, I know, doctor."

Stop talking nonsense and rush out of jail.