Rebuilding Base is Under Construction

Strinch remembered the guard Anderson he had just met.

Anderson has revealed that the warden ordered him to transport the body of a prisoner to the office-and according to Strange's speculation, he obviously needed the body as a medium for some ritual.

So what if this did not happen for the first time?

Strinch frowned slightly.

He had been in touch with SHIELD and the avenging Avengers, and had long since begun to doubt the prison, so Stark was contacted and asked if he had access to the prison for investigation.

It didn't occur to him that it was easier than he thought, and that the warden seemed unguarded-which might prove that he was very confident in what he was planning in secret.

Then he had to go to the executioner's site in Oliver's memory.

Strange stood up from behind his desk and shoved Oliver's files into the bottom of the pale green filing cabinet.

But the nursing left again at this time, and he had to wait for more than ten minutes before he saw the big man in the blue-green uniform running out of breath to open the door for him.

Strange nodded to him.

The nursing sighed and could not help but sigh.

The site where Oliver's former warden used to execute the prisoner is incomplete at this time. The prison has undergone many reconstructions long ago. In addition to the accident in the former transformer room, there have been several fires in the kitchen.

Because the warden never installed sprinkler fire extinguishing equipment in crowded places.

This incident also struck Strange--after all, after many fires, setting up basic fire-fighting facilities was the proper countermeasure, and the warden was always reluctant to do so.

It can't help but wonder what the warden wants to cover up-such as the next “concentrated execution of prisoners”?

Strinch slowed down and looked at every scene of the path.

He saw several prisoners not far away, standing in place with handcuffs. What should have been wrong was being carried out by preventive detention.

The afternoon sun was a little bit spicy, and the prisoners could not see their expressions with their heads down.

Until someone felt Strangy's gaze, he raised his head and grinned his teeth against him, and whistled.

"You, go back and face the wall." Someone ordered seriously.

Strinch felt the sound inexplicably familiar, and looked over to find that it was the Anderson just now.

The Anderson guard also saw the doctor approaching, nodded, and nodded at him far away, but did not show a modest look, because he was facing several criminals.

"It's time to guard against detention," Anderson ordered with a stern expression.

The prisoners turned around, and Anderson guards removed their handcuffs, and then dispersed several of the people who were just fighting, before stepping up to Strance.

"Doctor." He smiled slightly.

Strange waited for a while, but he was thinking about a question.

The Anderson guard already has some doubts about the warden, whether he should hide the true face of the warden from the other side-if he was left alone to doubt the warden, it would be easier for him to suddenly disappear into the prison.

What he meant was indeed-being unknowingly killed.

"I need your expertise to help." Strance glanced at Anderson. "Will you come over?"

Anderson's guard paused slightly: "I'd love to do you a favor, doctor-but the truck is coming, and the chefs and workers always need someone to open the door while they are moving the materials."

Strinch: "..."

This is also one of the recent incomprehensible behaviors of the warden, who replaced the staff doors on all passages with prison doors.

Anderson looked at him: "Doctor, I can rush to the passage as soon as I can."

Strinch nodded, and Anderson followed him.

"Guard Anderson, about your guess of the warden-I hope you don't tell anyone," Strance said lightly.

Anderson froze slightly: "Doctor ..."

"I mean-do you watch a movie, Anderson?" Strange asked suddenly.

Anderson looked confused: "Yes, the doctor ..."

"In film and television works, when someone finds out that his secret has been learned by others, it may be ..." Strinch gave a slight meal, "will produce some ideas."

Anderson was not a fool, though he was not well-informed, and his eyes widened slightly and he fell silent.

"I don't want to say bad words about the warden behind the guard, Anderson guard," Strance said gravely, "but I hope you don't want to divulge the information to others as casually as you do today."

Anderson nodded, seeming a little scared.

He followed Strinch silently for a while, and suddenly said, "Doctor, do you mean that some of the rumors I heard in the staff dormitory may be true?"

Strinch frowned. "What rumors have you heard?"

"For example, the warden would keep some prisoners secretly in the dark room of the office," Anderson recalled wryly. "If he gets bored, the prisoner will die."

"Office?" Strinch frowned. "Not elsewhere?"

Anderson could only shrug his shoulders: "The dead prisoner, Secostone, was previously held in the cell of the warden's office, and the door of the cell was covered by a bookshelf. Apart from the guards, many other employees did not know After this, Anderson showed a somewhat confused look. "Actually ... I'm not sure, doctor. It seems that other employees rarely chat, and some guards do the same. Today I heard that they were called 'Code' The warden's scum '. "

He swallowed and looked a little annoyed: "I don't seem to be saying this, doctor ..."

Strange became alert: "No? Why?"

Anderson was a little hesitant because he remembered that Nursing didn't talk about the "chumpy people" in front of Strange, and maybe he shouldn't.

Suddenly, as if all the clues were connected, Stranger stopped asking, but suddenly grabbed Anderson's clothes: "Have you ever seen a dead body before?"

Anderson replied in horror: "I do n’t know, doctor, I have never transported a corpse, this is the first time today-in fact, I understand today that other people say that" stubborn "will not be picky about tasks and let them go What does a corpse mean. "

He paused and asked cautiously, "What happened, doctor?"

Strinch glanced at him: "Perhaps, they are those corpses."

Anderson seemed to be frightened.

"But ... but, doctors, they actually get along very well." He said a little bit hardly, "those" stupid "guards, I even expected to be able to work in the dormitory in Area A because they were quiet and never Will hide anything. "

Anderson scratched his hair. "I don't know why they're called 'Tatars'-they're more like soldiers, and they perform tasks quickly and efficiently."

"..." Strance glanced at him lightly. "I know."

Anderson: "..."

This made him feel a little frustrated. Dr. Stranger, who had heard the word a few hours before him, already knew why they called the earliest guards like this.

Strange suddenly asked again, "You just said, they never hide anything?"

Anderson thought about it, "Yes, doctors, they speak very well, and everyone can memorize all the prison regulations. They should be very talented."

Strinch was thoughtful.

"So ... can you call someone out of them?"

He originally wanted to take the opportunity of Anderson's help, and give him a little secret guidance to stop telling the warden about the rest of the warden. This silly guard didn't seem to be as self-protective as the prisoner Oliver. A lot of information was revealed to Strange.

But for now, this silly guard has a better understanding of the prison than he has just arrived here. What's more, he usually lives in the staff dormitory, and there will be more sources of information.

Strinch frowned secretly, and he needed Anderson's help-he could only find another way to protect him from the warden's hands.

Anderson nodded surely: "No problem, doctor, they will be happy to answer your question-oh, I have one thing clear. If you encounter a question they don't want to answer, they will let you repeat you Question, it's very polite. "

Strinch: "..."

He thought the guard's mind might be a bit problematic.

Anderson walked away, and before long, he brought a guard to Strance.

The guard looks ordinary, but from the expression, he does seem very calm and calm. He walked in front of Strange, and said in a straight tone: "Dr. Strange, do you have anything to do with me?"

Strange looked at him slightly.

Unexpectedly, after only a few seconds, the guard repeated: "Dr. Strand, are you asking me for something?"

Strange: "... Yes, I have a few questions for you." He glanced at the nameplate on his chest and read the name above: "Guard McPhilson Hall?"

The guard replied, "Okay, Dr. Strange."

Strinch had now reached his true destination, the address that Oliver had used to execute the prisoner, in fact near the confinement chamber on the far north side. Most of it has been occupied by the newly-built confinement room, while the other half has remained outside the wall of the confinement room. The dirt and gravel on the ground indeed carry some burnt black marks.

He pointed to the ground there and asked the guard: "Before the confinement cell was built, what kind of building was there?"

The guard replied without hesitation: "It's a transformer room."

Strinch's eyes lightened slightly: "What is it for?"

The guard's answer was leak-free: "It is used to power the prison."

Anderson was very confused by the conversation between them. He opened his mouth slightly and seemed to want to open his mouth. Strinch raised his hand to stop him, and his eyes showed a little excitement as he approached the truth: "So ... why was it leveled? ? "

The guard answered truthfully: "Because of the fire."

Strinch raised the corner of his mouth slightly: "When the fire ... was anyone inside?"

Guard Hall nodded: "Several people lived in the small prisoner's dormitory in the transformer room, and they were killed in the fire."

Anderson took a deep breath, glanced at Strance in horror, and speechless.

"So after being killed here, it was razed and the evidence destroyed?"

Guard Hall looked at Strange: "Dr. Strange, please repeat your question."

Strinch smiled slightly. "No need, Guard Hall. My questions are answered."

Guard Hall nodded and turned to leave, but suddenly he was pulled by Anderson: "Why is the prisoner's dormitory in the transformer room? How is this possible? No one doubted it?"

Strinch frowned, and pulled Anderson's hand forward.

Guard Hall stopped and turned to look at Anderson: "Because Mr. Warden has set up the prisoner's dormitory next to the transformer room without a partition wall. Guard Anderson, please repeat your other questions."

Anderson stared blankly at him.

Strange said: "I have one last question-Guard Hall, will you report today to the warden?"

Guard Hall turned his attention to Strange: "Doctor, I will not report today to the warden. There is no such rule in prison."

Strange nodded. "So Guard Hall, I have no other questions."

Guard Hall turned and left.

The Anderson guard seemed to have been shocked. Strinch knew he didn't need to explain, and the other party already understood what was going on.

The warden did have "handled" some prisoners here.

But Strange feels even more confused-if the wardens "resurrected" in some way or controlled these guards as they were dying, then why would they answer everything truthfully?

In other words, the question they refused to answer was the one Mr. Warden was unwilling to disclose?

That is, he doesn't mind letting people know that he executed a large number of prisoners here without permission?

Strange couldn't figure it out.

But at least, he got the answer he wanted.

And how the warden controlled these guards-maybe the answer lies in that pale green treatment needle. Obviously, in the case of random access to prison, Batman and Iron Man had already obtained samples of the treatment needle, but no one successfully reversed its ingredients.

As a surgeon, Strange also wanted to give it a try--but he didn't have great hopes, so he dragged on again and again.

After all, he didn't want to get the attention of Mr. Warden.

Although after a few days, he found that the warden might indeed not mind anyone running around in the prison-he even heard that the clown and Likert were briefly transferred to the cell of the morgue and sent out. Serving. But soon after they tried to escape, they were returned to the cell and strictly guarded.

Strinch wondered a little, and thought that the reason for the warden's behavior was not difficult to guess-it was nothing more than an excuse to hold them forever.

The more he thought about it, the more doubtful he was, and he sighed slightly.

In particular, Anderson beside him seemed to be greatly impacted, his eyes widened and his hands trembling slightly.

"So ... Doctor, Mr. Warden ... eat them all?"

Strinch: "?"

This sentence was greatly unexpected.

Anderson guards can always surprise him.

"What are you talking about?" Strange asked frowning.

"That's what you said to me before-the problem of cannibalism." Anderson swallowed a little in fear.

Strange was very confused: "When did I say ... oh, you mean I asked you if you want to eat people-I thought you had the same psychological problems as Joyce's guard? You said No, then there is nothing to worry about. "

"But Mr. Warden ... he talked to Hannibal Lecter in the office not long ago!" Anderson gasped, "and he told Secostone-I heard him in the morgue. Calling on Secostone's name, doctor. "

Strange was silent for a moment: "You mean ... the corpse hidden in the warden's room, the prisoner named Sycostone, and the warden's ... lover relationship?"

Anderson didn't know that the doctor had never heard this well-known rumor.

"Doctor, I thought—everyone knew that." Anderson paused, looking a little complicated, "I heard the warden calling the name of Secostone in the morgue, he sounded ... … "The guard breathed in a deep breath." It seems impossible to believe that Sycostone died like this, as if he called him a few times so gently that he would be able to return. "

Strinch was more silent.

Maybe Anderson's guess is correct. This time, the warden did not intend to make that cycostone into a so-called "troll", but was inspired by ogres?

Strange frowned, which made people feel a little nauseated.

"But the doctor ..." Anderson said again, "I heard some people who knew the truth said that Mr. Warden had sent Sykeston to death-but they did not understand why the prisoner did not escape, but rather Monitor the clowns and ogres as ordered by the warden. "He slowly thought about it, remembering that when Secstone was just in prison, it was also a difficult thorn in the mouth of other guards." Although this Secco Tong may be a little capable, but even then, he could not fight against the clown and the ogre, which obviously meant to let him go to death. "

Anderson shook his head: "This seccostone has never been in trouble since he was privately imprisoned by the warden. Only once, he stabbed Joyce's guard, which was reported by Joyce. To Mr. Warden-but then Joyce went crazy inexplicably, and wanted to kill the ogre, and is still in the confinement room of the mental ward. "

Strinch frowned slightly.

No wonder that Joyce was insane. It's unknown what kind of conflict he had with the prisoner Sykestone, but the consequences are well known-Sykestone is dead and Joyce is crazy.

Is this why the Warden wants to frame Joyce and kill Sycostone?

Strange looked to Anderson: "There are too many mysteries about this, and I will investigate slowly."

Anderson looked at him strangely: "But aren't you a doctor?"

Stranger didn't say his identity directly, so he said, "... In fact, I am a detective who has been commissioned by a private person to investigate the warden."

Anderson suddenly realized: "That's it." He gritted his teeth and looked at Strangy. "Mr. Detective, if you need help, remember to find me-I used to serve in the army."

Strinch smiled slightly. "So, you are my Watson."

Anderson scratched his hair. "Doctor, I just don't want more people to die innocently."

Strange paused and said, "We can't make a conclusion as to whether we are innocent, but we must find out the truth-Guard Anderson. Now that we have known the warden's secret, we must pay attention to protect ourselves."

Anderson nodded solemnly: "I understand, doctor." He then asked again: "But I think if you go to the warden's office now to see, maybe you can ... find something?"

Strange looked at him for a moment and frowned.

Anderson said to Strinch: "Rest assured, doctor, I will not reveal my purpose-just take a look and find a reasonable excuse to rely on, Mr. Warden will not know that we have found him Secret. "

Strand leaned on the wall outside the confinement room, thinking for a moment with his eyes closed, before slowly answering: "Anderson, some serial killers will deliberately display their work and leave it to future generations to appreciate and admire-of course, this is They think that they are right. Mr. Dian's behavior is a bit unreasonable, and it can even be said that he often intentionally exposes these to others. Therefore, he may also know that we are investigating his secrets, but deliberately use us to come Show off his achievements. "

Anderson was stunned.

"So ..." He racked his brains for a moment and thought, "Maybe Mr. Warden will let us check it on purpose?"

Stranger nodded slowly.

Anderson was at a loss: "What should we do, doctor?"

"Unless," Strange took a deep breath. "We have other informants."

In the warden's office, Zhang Dianyu pushed the door of his room behind the sofa after the guard named Anderson left.

He has always been more inclined to arrange tasks for the pixel villain guards directly, but he did not expect that this time he overturned.

This is not his fault-this Anderson looks like a low IQ, it is indeed a bit like a pixel villain, so that he admitted he was wrong.

But the guard's mental state also seemed to have some problems.

Zhang Dianyu once observed the usual work arrangements of the guards. According to what he saw, most of the time the pixel guards were transporting corpses, while other guards often had psychological changes in treating prisoners and corpses. Like those psychiatric nursing staff who were later recruited, they would be afraid of clowns.

So he sent the Anderson guard over to Dr. Strand to increase the workload.

Zhang Dianyu closed the door of the room, frowning at Sykestone's body.

He lifted the white cloth over the corpse, and as usual, the weapons carried by the corpse would also remain on the morgue table-this once troubled Zhang Dianyu.

Whenever a guard or a prisoner with a hidden weapon dies, the morgue will become lively in a short time. Zhang Dianyu can always see a prisoner running on the map to lick his bag and pick up the weapons around the body.

This situation didn't suddenly disappear until the morgue was checked in by the clowns-even if it was Banner who later lived in it, no prisoner ran into it often to steal weapons.

Zhang Dianyu was puzzled, but it was always a good thing, otherwise he would have to install the first metal detector in prison in the morgue in advance.

At this time, beside the corpse of Secostone, the knife that took him over the clowns was lying quietly.

Zhang Dianyu picked up the knife. Xueliang's blade was covered with dark red dried blood, all of which was the blood of a clown, and he frowned in disgust.

He lifted the white cloth a little, exposing the upper half of Sycostone.

For Zhang Dianyu, when he was in a coma, consciousness would leave his body-just like anyone. When the warden was stunned by a gunshot wound, his consciousness left the warden's body and became Sycostone when he awoke. When Sycostone was seriously injured and fell into a coma, he apparently did not become anyone else, but returned to the warden's body.

In some ways, he thought that at that time, Secostone might be alive.

And from a common sense general, there is still no problem for a while before the body dies.

He did not confirm the death of Sycostone.

Although there is already a red blood strip at the foot of the corpse on the map, the words "Death" are marked, and Zhang Dianyu can no longer switch roles.

But when Sycostone went into a coma, Zhang Dianyu would even be forced offline by this body.

In any case, he still had to determine if seccostone really died before considering what happened to that file and whether he could be resurrected.

If it hadn't died, where would it come from?

Zhang Dianyu frowned for a moment, thinking that he was not professional in this regard. For ordinary people, the way to confirm death is to see if the heart is still beating.

He slowly raised his left hand and placed it on Syconstone's chest, and explored where the heart should be.

Just then, someone pushed the door open.

Banner cracked his head and said, "Mr. Warden, this document--"

His voice stopped abruptly.

The warden in the room was holding the knife that Syconstone had used to try to kill the clown, and placed his other hand on his heart, frowning with an expression of hesitation.

Banner held his breath.

When Strinch found him doing nothing in the restaurant, showing his identity and purpose, he instinctively wanted to resist this speculation.

He heard about Strange at Stark, and the two had met a few days ago, but there was not much communication.

And Mr. Warden did just let him out of the office on purpose, and there seemed to be something to hide from him.

Banner accepted the warden's arrangement because he did not want to pry into the warden's secret.

Everyone has their own secret.

But behind Stranger's request, it did seem to have broken a huge conspiracy. Banner was reluctant to believe that, in order to confirm this, he decided to agree to the request.

Even if he disobeys the order of the warden chief, he must enter his room without permission.

Maybe this will make the warden take back all his privileges and make him locked in a small and aggressive cell at all times like in the hands of General Ross. Sedative special forces on standby.

Banner hurried back to the warden's office, hurled out a document on his desk that needed the warden's signature, thought about his excuse, and walked into the empty warden's office with a door frame.

Sure enough, the warden did not sit on his sofa and meditate as usual.

Banner felt his heart fall slightly, and seemed to have some bad feelings.

He pushed open the back door, and inside was the warden's room.

The blood-stained morgue stood in front of him, and the warden looked at him behind the morgue. The warden's hand was pressed against Sycostone's heart, listening slightly to the head, and the dried blood on the knife in his hand was a bit dazzling.

Zhang Dianyu: "..."