Rebuilding Base is Under Construction

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Zhang Dianyu played with Mr. Wayne with a smile.

With an unpredictable expression, the two used the adult's topic-shifting skills.

Zhang Dianyu gestured to the iron gate in the corner like introducing an orangutan: "After this closed door, it is the famous lunatic-Akham's transfer prisoner clown."

A room was isolated in the corner of the morgue. It was a dark gray heavy iron door. Zhang Dianyu hesitated, and the accompanying guard opened a small window for food delivery.

By the way, let the guards take this opportunity to stuff a clown into a dinner plate, show Batman feeding behaviors, and prepare to wait until he leaves before sealing the door with a concrete wall.

The only problem is that Mr. Wayne proposed that he wanted to borrow the engineering team, and it would not be easy to dismantle the wall in the future.

And the most important thing is that one more wall, or two, can really block the mental illness of the clown?

Zhang Dianyu couldn't help but opened the map again.

The status of the clown has not changed, and he is still happily, and the demand is still only a deck of playing cards.

The guards opened the closed small food delivery window, and the harsh metal friction interrupted Zhang Dianyu's thoughts.

"402001, eat!"

The pixel villain guards on the map actually look exactly like real humans, but their behavior is obviously not so realistic, and their tone is rigid and rigid.

There was no response in the small window. A few seconds later, a pleasant chuckle came.

Except that the laughter was not pleasant, even with a little rusty husky and sharpness.

"I smell a little familiar ..." The clown hummed the song lowly, as if talking to himself.

The guard did not understand the style: "402001, eat!"

Zhang Dianyu pondered for a moment. The clown's sense of smell is very sensitive?

Guard: "402001, eat!"

Zhang Dianyu: "... don't shout anymore."

The guards slammed their heels together and saluted him, "Yes, Mr. Warden!"

A pair of dark green pupils appeared at the food delivery mouth, and the clown prolonged his voice with a grin: "Oh, the warden?"

The guard dutifully walked over to "swipe" and closed the small food delivery window, and locked it outside.

"..."

Zhang Dianyu stopped talking and thought about saying to the guard: "You ... go to the kitchen for the past two days to help move the ingredients, and I'll come back to work when I agree."

It's impossible for the clown not to get into trouble these days, and this small group of pixel villains who did not let him make a declaration may have been on his blacklist.

The guard's expression remained unchanged, and he saluted, "Yes, Mr. Warden."

Then he turned around and walked out of the morgue. He was now sent to the kitchen, but he didn't ask why.

Wayne next glanced at Zhang Dianyu.

Zhang Dianyu pretended not to see it, so when he looked around, he just saw a note stuck under the door of the confinement chamber, and it seemed to have written on it.

Zhang Dianyu bent down and stretched out her hand to pick up the note, and Wayne next changed his face and immediately blocked his arm.

"Wait, maybe a trap."

The reaction speed is a little bit quicker, and the tired and lazy man who disguised him is set up.

But Zhang Dianyu didn't collapse, he calmly pushed away Wayne's hand, picked up the note, and wrote a line on it: "I forgot to bring my playing card, Mr. Warden."

Another guard happened to walk into the morgue, stood beside him and replaced the critic.

"Any pen?" Zhang Dianyu asked him.

The guard took out his pen and handed it to him. Zhang Dianyu replied on the note and tucked it under the door.

Then he told the guard: "The door is too big, let the engineering team seal it with cement."

Wayne: "..."

The note returned: Don't worry, Mr. Clown, it will be confiscated.

Zhang Dianyu turned a blind eye to Mr. Wayne's wonderful face: "As you can see, Mr. Wayne, the clown is very safe here, and so is everyone else."

Wayne paused: "Mr. Warden, I notice ... he still has a pen in his hand?"

A pen can be a weapon in the right person's hands-a clown is just right.

Zhang Dianyu thought about it, that's right.

But there is no jail examination room in the prison, that is, the prisoner has been stripped off to search for the carry-on items. After inspection, their personal belongings will be sealed and will not be taken away until they are released from prison.

But the guards in the prison were a little stunned, let alone the clown brought in a pen, maybe there was something else.

No-almost certainly.

Unexpectedly, Wayne did not continue to delve into it, but turned to the topic of the engineering team: "Mr. Warden, the holiday villa matters will trouble the engineering team in prison." He showed a very satisfied look, as if Zhang Dianyu really He was led to see the efficiency of the engineering team.

"Await your orders at any time, Mr. Wayne." Zhang Dianyu sincerely shook hands with him.

Obviously, Wayne hadn't expected much from the prison. The clown just brought a pen. He didn't bring in more exciting things in Arkham.

In this prison, where even the electric control door could not be installed ... obviously, there would not be such a rigorous search.

"But I heard," Wayne said suddenly, "some media may be interested in you recently, after all-many boring people will also pay attention to the new trend of housing clowns."

Zhang Dianyu glanced at Wayne with a smile on his face—the media you said is not a friend of your reporter.

He sincerely thanked the other party: "Thank you for your reminder, Mr. Wayne. But everything in the prison can be completely disclosed to the public-including the reform plan and the prison's security concept, which has a very sound scientific basis."

After all, this is a game, and it can't be said that it is not scientific enough and lacks rigor.

For a while, Wayne couldn't answer the call, he secretly took a breath and felt the need to digest this fart.

After sending Wayne away, Zhang Dianyu reopened the game panel.

Since the engineering team is about to be borrowed by Wayne, they will work hard tonight, don't take a break, and rush out the parts to be built overnight.

The prison has just received a new payment to strengthen Wayne's engineering funds and the upcoming monthly government subsidy. The entire prison can make major adjustments next.

But not yet, because everything was disrupted by Wayne (with money).

But the problem is not big.

Now that Wayne has hinted that his journalist friends are coming to probe, it's clear that the plan for captive clowns alone won't work.

And the long-awaited "building a psychiatric zone" on the to-do list also needs a little attention.

Zhang Dianyu opened the game panel, glanced at the employable psychiatrist, and saw a resume that stood out.

"Harlem Quetzer"?

The name sounded familiar, and Zhang Dianyu was lost in thought.

As to whether such things are reasonable, Zhang Dianyu has given up thinking.

After all, he has been in this game for almost half a month and has not found any way out.

Maybe the months in the game corresponded to the real world in just a few hours. When he woke up, he found that nothing had changed. He just lay on the computer and slept for a while.

But there is a more critical issue ... he doesn't seem to remember what happened before the game.

The problem is not big, Zhang Dianyu thought.

It is imperative to establish a mental ward first, try to house clowns, and cope with media inquiries.

Although Mr. Wayne revealed that his journalist friends might come to visit, it is difficult to say whether Superman wants to come or stay in business.

After all, doesn't he have super hearing?

Zhang Dianyu studied the requirements of the mental ward. In addition to delineating an upholstered cell dedicated to psychiatry, the prison was also required to receive 10 psychiatric offenders and hire two psychiatrists.

There were already psychiatrists in the prison, but the surgery industry had a specialization, and they might have a little difficulty dealing with real mental illness.

Of course, this is just Zhang Dianyu's idea. In fact, this book is two different positions. He even called a psychiatrist and asked if he could do a part-time job.

Psychologists say he can only do his job with a 50% pay cut.

Zhang Dianyu kicked him out of the office.

A raise is not possible, it's just a blank check. Although the pixel villain's mood fluctuations are not large, once the psychologist is raised, other people may burst into dissatisfaction and even strike.

So Zhang Dianyu decided to hire two professional psychiatrists, and try to ensure their safety.

After all, every time a new employee is hired, a lump sum payment is given, which is a cost in addition to their salary.

Zhang Dianyu finally finalized two candidates, the young female doctor Harlem Quetzer, and a fledgling young man named Edward Fern.

He deliberately chose two that looked young and energetic, so that if they were injured by the prisoner, they might recover faster, and they would receive less injury subsidies.

Zhang Dianyu called Peter in with an extension phone, gave him the selected resume, and asked him to contact the two psychiatrists for an interview tomorrow.

"Mr. Warden, I thought we would choose a few more candidates ..." Peter flipped through his resume, suddenly seemed to hold back, and recovered his voice after a while, but it sounded a little high and strange, as if What emotions are being suppressed, "Sir, I think we really need a good psychiatrist, after all, the prison has just admitted the famous lunatic clown-should we choose more doctors to apply for?"