Rebuilding Base is Under Construction

Banner saw the old warden slightly bow his head and sit motionless on the sofa, as if his spine was stiff.

He thought about it, Mr. Warden was still too young to understand that the elderly needed good rest space. There are also many empty rooms in Mingming Building, which are also very suitable for transforming into bedrooms.

"Mr. Warden," said Banner. "If you need me, I can help sort out the psychiatrist's office next door to rest the old warden."

Zhang Dianyu looked up from meditation, and seemed to be confused by Banner's proposal. She blinked slowly before returning.

He really didn't think about it.

In fact, yesterday he didn't have time to talk to the old warden, so he simply left him aside.

Anyway, when he is hungry, he will go to the staff lounge to find food, and when he is sleepy, he will find the nearest "goods for rest" to restore his fatigue.

The bald warden alone can take care of himself.

So in fact, Banner was right, the old warden did sleep on the sofa last night. When his fatigue reaches the full level, he will automatically fall down and fall asleep.

Zhang Dianyu was fortunate enough to see this scene and felt a little strange in his confusion.

In fact, his employees are similar. However, Zhang Dianyu, who never went to the staff dormitory to crowd the Chase shop, had never seen such a scene in person.

Zhang Dianyu wanted to make a lie about the old prison chief sleeping in a room with himself, but stopped in time.

Benner is a man with a previous record. Last time, he felt that he had a **** scandal with Sycostone.

So Zhang Dianyu thought about it carefully, and thought that it would be good to prepare a room for the old prison warden, and usually let him move around in it. It also prevents him from running around to reveal his feet, which makes people find that he sometimes becomes a mental **** like a pixel guard.

"Then ... let Mr. Fergus sleep in Syconstone's cell-I mean the room." Zhang Dianyu said, "Let the construction team come over and remove the cell door inside."

Zhang Dianyu said that he opened the game panel and changed the small room planned as a normal cell into an ordinary room.

This is not an employee lounge or dormitory, so you can avoid pixel employees who are not too high in IQ to come to rest.

When Peter lived here before, he would occasionally find someone slipping into his bed and sleeping.

At first, Peter was so shocked that his jaw dropped, but he gradually got used to it. He would sit on the small round stool and play with his mobile phone until the rest of the pixel staff woke up and left.

Zhang Dianyu persuaded a bit, in fact, the pixel employees would change places to rest when they were awakened. But the boy insisted that employees work 24 hours and can only rest for a while and should not be disturbed.

As their boss, Zhang Dianyu can only pretend to have left without guilty.

Banner seemed a little confused by his words, and he asked tentatively, "Mr. Warden, do you mean ... Sikestone's cell?"

Zhang Dianyu gave him a cautious glance, and then thought about what he had just said, and after confirming that there were no questions in it, he answered: "... Yes?"

Banner was silent for a moment: "I see, Mr. Warden."

After speaking, he turned and left the office.

Zhang Dianyu: "?"

Wait a minute, what does Banner know? Why didn't he understand at all?

Outside the office, Banner returned to the assistant's position and slowly pushed open the bookshelf behind her. At this time, the prison door was automatically opened for the prisoner to go to the dining room by himself.

The room was cleaned up by the cleaners. After the jail door was removed, Mr. Fergus should be able to move in directly.

A few minutes ago, Mr. Warden also tried to deny the fact that Sycostone had died-but then he wanted to let Mr. Fergus live in to erase the traces of Sycostone's existence.

Banner didn't know what to say, but shook his head.

He found the timetable sent by the funeral parlor from a stack of documents, and reopened the door of the warden's office.

"Mr. Warden, you can choose a time, and the funeral home will arrange other things." Benner paused. "Do you know what beliefs in Sycstone? The funeral home needs this information to arrange the funeral."

Zhang Dianyu's eyes stared at the confined area on the map, his brows frowned slightly, and he said smoothly, "anywhere."

Banner: "..."

After a while, Zhang Dianyu realized the silence of the scene. He slowly raised his eyes and pretended to answer thoughtfully: "Sikestone is an atheist, but he is an ordinary man who has no dispute with the world, and the funeral will be performed in the church.

Banner thought about what Sikestone had done in the early days of his imprisonment, and could only express his emotion that the warden's filter was so thick.

Zhang Dianyu casually checked a Sunday on the schedule, and then returned the document to Banner.

"That's the day."

After Banner left, Zhang Dianyu looked back to the cell. He was still thinking about the informant's question.

The red skull had woke up from the coma, and sure enough, beating the security door behind her in anger, and the red and red heads kept bursting with air of dissatisfaction.

The guard quickly noticed the movement on the side of the confinement room and came over to give him an electric shock. During his coma, the workers also rushed over in time to repair the damaged door.

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

He felt that Red Skull needed more time to calm down.

Anyway, he has 280 years in prison, and he wants to be calm for as long as he can satisfy him.

Zhang Dianyu looked at Hannibal Lecter next to him. To be honest, he didn't expect Leckett to be a potential secret informant, which surprised him.

Obviously, from the moment Zhang Dianyu's identity was discovered, Likert had been subjected to cruel confinement. After all, maybe he hadn't had time to do anything, so Zhang Dianyu was immersed in the shock of the "ogre in the kitchen". Entered the confinement room.

He even stopped serving his meals.

After getting along with each other for this time, Zhang Dianyu had no doubt that he wanted to cut his throat with a knife and even add a dish.

In fact, he showed on the map that he could be recruited as a confidential informant.

Zhang Dianyu was lost in thought.

He didn't know if he wanted to escape again by becoming an informant, or if he really wanted to reduce his sentence.

He couldn't help looking at the window across the desk.

The morning sun is not dazzling, and spreads gently on the ground through the glass, as if a light yellow filter is cast on the place it passes.

Zhang Dianyu didn't feel much about it.

He really didn't know why a window had an effect on the mental health of the prisoner-but he remembered the problems that Leckett had pointed out.

He said that there were no prisoners in the prison for the reason that he became mentally ill because of excessive stress.

Zhang Dianyu was skeptical, but thought it was worth a try-so he asked Dr. Strange to do a questionnaire for the prisoners.

But in reality, the choice of prisoners is not final.

Every time Liket did something, Zhang Dianyu had to think about whether he was hiding something behind it—to be honest, it made people feel a little tired. But he still moved.

This Hannibal Lecter is indeed a psychological authority.

Reducing one mental illness saves a treatment fee and an independent cell, and Zhang Dianyu has to shake.

He finally decided to give it a try and go to the confinement room and try to "recruit" the ogre to see what tricks he wanted to play.

Zhang Dianyu called for two guards with guns and led them to the cell.

The number of gun guards has not been reduced, after all, they have the highest prison weapons in their hands. Unlike snipers in the guard tower, gun guards in free-fire mode have the highest authority in the prison.

And snipers are different-they do n’t care about digging through the prison and escape, they do n’t shoot in ordinary conflicts, they stand at high places every day to see the scenery and receive the highest salary in the prison.

Zhang Dianyu felt that if he stopped insisting, he would fire them all.

Considering that these snipers were actually the first batch of pixel villains, maybe he shouldn't do it--even snipers who don't want to have a meal, they can train them to scoop and plant trees.

Maybe they also have talent in this area.

The confined area was as silent and cold as ever. Perhaps because of the dim lights, there is always a deadly feeling here.

After all, the closed door was soundproof, and the prisoner's cries were not heard unless they tried to smash the door empty-handed.

To be honest, Zhang Dianyu was somewhat surprised to see the Red Skull smashing the door loosely with a few screws under anger. Here he was just an ordinary person's power, but was able to smash the door with his bare hands and alarmed the guard.

Worth raising concern, Zhang Dianyu thought. Now that he has good strength, it is best to arrange for him to go to a no-food supply area to help him consume a little energy until the prison returns to normal operation.

However, Liket next door was always quiet, as quiet as a clown, but not as happy as a clown.

It is precisely this that made Zhang Dianyu smell a dangerous breath.

The clown has been in a happy mood since he went to jail, and finally he happily ran away from prison, and "struck" to stop the warden who came to stop him.

Zhang Dianyu had to be vigilant.

He reached the door of Lechte's cell, and the guard wanted to open the door and let him raise a hand to stop it.

The guard aside expressionlessly, Zhang Dianyu opened the game panel and checked the state of Leckett from the map.

He used the dinner plate on the ground aside, and he sat quietly in the center of the confinement room, with his hands on his knees, as if closing his eyes.

Zhang Dianyu looked in through the closed door, and Lekete slowly opened his eyes.

Other than that, he had no other changes, and no air bubbles appeared on his head.

Zhang Dianyu asked the guard to open the closed door.

There was no ray of light in the confinement room, in order to destroy the prisoner's psychological defense with darkness, so that the hardest thorns also cried and regretted what they did.

But this is obviously not useful for real perverts.

Zhang Dianyu walked into the dark cell, and the heavy iron door closed slowly behind him. With the sound of a heavy impact, the light in the narrow cell was suddenly bright.

Leckett narrowed his eyes slightly and smiled slightly: "I don't think I should say I'm thinking about when you will be here, Mr. Warden, because it will offend you."

Zhang Dianyu slightly dusted the dust on his suit before raising his eyes to see Liket: "Oh? Why?"