Rebuilding Base is Under Construction

The current warden is obviously not bald.

Strinch was silent for a moment. So in other words, the "tricksters" in these prisons have nothing to do with Mr. Warden--or they are left by the previous warden.

Stark was also vague about the history of the prison. It seems that it was built suddenly a few months ago. Several government contracts were signed in the middle, and prisoners were gradually taken in, and they were gradually captured by satellites to escape the scene-and then it attracted attention from all sides.

Strinch felt he needed to remind Stark and let him check the history of the last warden. But when he pulled out his phone, he found there were a few more missed calls from Stark on it.

He frowned, but still looked at the opposite Banner and Anderson-and Hall had left after answering their questions. He was busy going to open the door for the passing people on the passage.

"I see," Strange said. "It was my fault. I misunderstood Mr. Warden."

"But there are still many mysteries in it," Banner added, "I understand. But Mr. Warden doesn't seem to be well-suited to inquiries from all walks of life-in fact, he may have died of the prisoner Stuck in ... not so good. "

Stark's phone called again, and the eyes of Banner and Anderson guards subconsciously fell on the illuminated screen.

"I'll say goodbye then," said Banner.

Anderson was a little confused: "What about me?"

Strange: "... you can leave if you don't mind."

Anderson looked a little disappointed. "OK, doctor."

The two walked out of the psychiatrist's office and Strangge answered the call.

"Thank you-Stephen, I need you."

Stark never said that, but now he sounded panic and anxiety, which strangled him.

"why?"

"Because you might be a psychiatrist?" Stark said in a skeptical tone. "Never mind him, Stephen, I need you to come to the warden's office now. Mr. warden seems to have no problems, The prisoner's death made him doubt the truth of the world-will you rule this? "

Strange: "No."

The opposite side of the phone seemed to freeze for a few seconds, and said in frustration: "Then you'd better come here. If I were going to stun Mr. Warden, you better explain it to Banner-at least He won't be the big green guy here. "

Strange indifferent: "And I can't even hold a pen here."

Opposite the phone reminded Stark of his nerves in his hands: "..."

"Wait there," Strange said. "Try to keep the warden as steady as possible."

Stark: "I understand."

After the call was hung up, he stepped out of the bathroom and saw that in the office across the hall, Mr. Warden was playing with the knife in his hand.

People with abnormal mental states are obviously not suitable for holding such things in their hands.

Stark took a deep breath, restrained, and said calmly, "Is that the knife that almost killed the clown?"

Mr. Warden did not seem to hear him, and took out a **** rag from the drawer.

Stark grinned. Would there be such a thing in a normal person's drawer?

The chief warden began to carefully wipe the blood clot remaining on the table knife, but it was obviously useless because the blood on it had already dried up.

Stark watched the dark-haired young man frown slightly, tossed the rag back, then looked at the cactus aside, and cut a **** with a dining knife.

Stark: "..."

Even if this cactus does not look normal, it will not be used as a weapon. Sure enough, the warden took a cactus thorn for a long time, and seemed to give up any thoughts, and threw it into the drawer with the rag.

Immediately afterwards, he looked at Mr. Stark with a smile: "Has a gun?"

Stark immediately denied:

"There is a guard at the door to take away the weapon."

Of course, his weapon is not an ordinary gun.

The chief warden shrugged. "Then I have to take a few more steps."

Stark watched as the warden walked out of the office and waited a few seconds before he followed.

"Mr. Warden, are you interested in having dinner?" He threw an olive branch with a headache. "About today's little misunderstanding, I think we can ... chat while eating?"

Mr. Diao, the governor stepped over and glanced at him: "Yes, but it's not necessary."

Stark: "...?"

Seeing that he could not stop the warden, the other party's destination was obviously a gun store-although I don't know why.

But he can directly ask: "Mr. Warden, do you intend to-personally inspect the weapons and equipment in the prison?"

The warden replied lightly: "Oh no, I'm going to find a gun to commit suicide."

Stark: "?????"

Every conversation today made him inaccessible. But the warden looked serious, and there was nothing strange about it.

Now Stark had to stop in front of him: "Wait, Mr. Warden, I think this matter can be discussed well." He paused, "In addition to suicide, there are other things that can make people Way out of sadness. "

The chief warden stopped and looked helpless: "I think you misunderstood something, and I'm not sad."

Stark: "... Okay, you're not sad. But-can you go back to the office first?"

"No," Mr. Warden refused. "I'm going to commit suicide now."

Stark: "..."

He took a deep breath and ordered his watch twice behind him. The slight sound of mechanical friction was undetectable, and within a few seconds, his red arm covered his left hand.

Stark raised his palms to the warden: "I think you have to go back to the warden's office, this matter has not been discussed."

The warden was a little silent, and looked deep into Stark's eyes: "-or else would you kill me?"

Stark: "..."

He took a deep breath and felt that it was better to stun Mr. Warden on the spot, but then the voice of the AI ​​housekeeper suddenly sounded: "Sir, 7 armed men are approaching at 5 o'clock. The arsenal has been occupied. "

Without artificial intelligence to continue prompting, Stark can also hear the dense gunshots that suddenly sound behind him.

He immediately realized something, and glanced quickly at the warden: "You already noticed their change?"

However, the pupil of the prison in front of him dilated slightly, and seemed to have a trace of heartache: "What?"

Stark immediately withdrew his palm gun at him: "You really shouldn't make this **** of a joke at this time-follow me, did you bring a gun?"

Mr. Dean Chief gave him a strange look: "I said this to you just now-I didn't, otherwise what am I doing here?"

Stark: "... Hell."

He heard Mr. Warden even added: "I don't even have a prison door key, the game system just doesn't equip me with this thing."

Stark: "... Kill me."

"No, no." Mr. Warden's tone suddenly became concerned, even holding his shoulder, "You must not die."

If Stark is dead, wouldn't Zhang Dianyu who was back outside the game lose a source of subsidies-although the game is not everything, he only remembers the game now, and he thinks he will continue playing.

Stark took a deep breath and looked at Mr. Warden intricately.

Zhang Dianyu saw a few people coming out in the direction of the gun store, wearing garish costumes and clown masks-but orange and crimson prison uniforms were looming below.

He realized suddenly that he knew where this man came from.

"No." Zhang Dianyu said to himself, and turned around to run back—the detention zone was on the east side of the warden's office, in the same direction.

Stark raised his hand sharply,

He hit a tear gas bomb that had been dropped, and he had to step back a bit.

"Back to your office, there will be someone to answer you!"

He shouted in the direction of the warden.

Then he turned his head to deal with the mess in front of him, hoping that his armor would arrive here earlier than the black bat on the opposite side.

Zhang Dianyu stopped outside the closed area, where it seemed quiet and unusual.

He took out the **** knife in his suit pocket, unbuttoned the first button on his neckline, and loosened his tie.

Anyway, he is going to log out of the game, and he is going to give this honor to the clown-it is a pity that he failed to share the last time. Try again this time.

It doesn't matter if you fail, as long as this game is not as real as the real world, he will put them all in the transformer room when he goes back.

Zhang Dianyu opened the game panel and looked at the confinement room on the map.

Surprisingly, the clown and the ogre are still in place, while a prison doctor and a guard are walking side by side from the corridor.

Zhang Dianyu frowned slightly, raising her vigilance.

The doctor arranged it for him, because the meal-free supply area of ​​the confinement room required the doctor to come over and give them a dose of healing needles before the depleted prisoners' blood strips were exhausted.

This is a very good deal-considering that the prison is still in deficit and two prisoners are consuming $ 3,000 in a few days, it is almost unique in prison.

The problem is that behind the doctors and guards, the clown was resurrected, and Likert fell to the ground, and the blood strips were about to run out.

Zhang Dianyu had to doubt that the two men were also the clown.

But from the map, they were unarmed. Zhang Dianyu squeezed the knife.

The sound of steady footsteps gradually approached, and the figures of the guard and the doctor appeared at the door. When he saw Zhang Dianyu from a distance, he saluted him: "Sir."

Zhang Dianyu is ready to go.

However, the guards and doctors did not stop, but hurried to the other side-the gun store. At this time most of the police forces in the prison were mobilized to stop the riot.

But Zhang Dianyu apparently knew where the source of the riot should be.

Just then, he found that the clown's door was open. But the other party didn't move, and happy bubbles appeared on his head, showing the words of expectation.

Zhang Dianyu stood for a while, and gradually understood what the clown was expecting.

He walked into the confined area, echoing his own footsteps in the corridor.