Rebuilding Base is Under Construction

Likert's eyes began to adjust to the dazzling light.

The guard with a gun stood beside the warden, and did not mean to give him the opportunity to resist. He certainly understood that from the moment he was discovered by the warden, the warden had never let his guard down.

The warden himself is even stranger than this strange prison.

He didn't even know what prisoners were being held in his prison, but when he found out, he seemed a bit overreacted.

Of course, perhaps it should not be used to describe it. After all, Likert has been enjoying the highest level of surveillance at the Baltimore State Psychiatric Hospital.

This is the magic here-he can even participate in the transformation of education programs, and passed the ridiculous "Kitchen Safety and Hygiene" course, and got the opportunity to work in the kitchen.

But just as he was preparing to investigate further the strangeness of the prison, he met Mr. Warden. A Sven scum who looked similar to Dr. Chilton, didn't even want to talk, and wanted to use repressive methods to yield him.

Until he found out, the facts might be more interesting.

He heard a lot of things from the Joyce guards, and gradually became very interested in the warden.

He looks like an ordinary person, and speaks and looks like an ordinary person, but he is similar to the little chef Warren guard who actively seeks to talk to him.

Mr. Warden stood at the door of the cell and looked down at him, seemingly disapproved of his words.

"Why do you think I'll come here?" The warden's smile was a little careless irony.

Liket smiled slightly. "If breakfast is still appetizing-why not?"

Zhang Dianyu quickly sank her face: "If you mention yesterday's breakfast again, this is the end of the conversation."

Liket shrugged and didn't speak again. Mr. Lackert, who doesn't like the opportunity to talk, prefers to talk to himself, which is clear to him.

"So," said Lekte slowly, "why did Mr. Warden come to this confinement room?"

Funny to say, the confinement cell was his cell most of the time since his imprisonment. Conditions are not as bad as in Baltimore State Psychiatric Hospital.

When everything is lost, can Hannibal Lecter be elegant and calm?

He didn't know before, but now he knows.

He even had more time to think. It's a pity that the lunatic clown who lives next to him always likes to stalk it-from the moment he said softly that the warden should die in his hands, Likert knew that he would sooner or later move on this matter.

When he woke up, he found himself in Stark's house-of course, he never thought of taking advantage of this opportunity to escape.

Should escape on Stark's territory be more difficult than escape from prison?

When Joyce tried to transport him outside the prison and kill him as a fanatic-apparently this was not going to succeed, and Leckett was fully aware of this and intended to use Joyce guards to escape.

The plan was interrupted by the warden again.

Judging from the teasing and ridicule of licorice sugar when the prison governor tried him in the office, he could conclude that it was not intentional. But Mr. Dian can always find the strange things in the prison under "coincidence" again and again, and extinguish the fire before they develop.

It's interesting.

After he asked "Mr. Why did the warden come to the cell," the warden gave a little thought and asked the guard to step forward and handcuff his hands behind him.

The guard he brought was Warren.

"Hi." He greeted Warren, and the Warren guards, as always, ignored him.

The guards handcuffed him with his hands on his back, then returned to the warden to stand, staring at Leckett with his unwavering eyes.

Zhang Dianyu noticed that Valen was wearing fresh mud on his horns.

He was lost in thought, wondering if the little guard was a little too addicted to planting trees-the other guards would be busy with other things after delivering food to the cell. Examples include escorting prisoners and transporting some important supplies.

But the Warren guard changed into a gardener's suit with light green overalls and went to the opposite side to continue digging. It wasn't until Zhang Dianyu asked the security supervisor to call him over, that he put down the shovel in his hand and took off the gardener's clothes and rushed to the cell.

Zhang Dianyu couldn't figure it out.

Never figure it out. He glanced at Liket from under his eyelid: "I intend to give you a little freedom-within a certain limit."

He first gave up a little temptation, and then Leckett asked: "So how to define 'within a certain limit'?"

"Of course it is within the prison." Zhang Dianyu said, "Every night in the prison will be called, if the guard finds someone mysteriously disappeared-I will count on you no matter how he disappeared."

Liket laughed. "That doesn't sound fair."

"A person with a dead body is not a missing person." Zhang Dianyu said intimately, "--a complete dead body."

"But as far as I know," Leckett whispered, "there are often people in prison."

"Not now," Zhang Dianyu replied, "or—" He slightly attached, and said in Leckett's ear, "If you find anyone who wants to escape, you can also pass the information on to me." Zhang Dianyu slowly He raised his lips, "There will be precious points that can be used to apply for parole."

"If I have to capture thousands of prisoners to accumulate the points for parole application, then it is still free." Likert relentlessly pierced the bait thrown by Mr. Warden, "but I am willing to use another thing In exchange. "

Zhang Dianyu stood up straight, her eyes indifferent: "I don't make a deal, Likert."

"Everything is inseparable from the transaction, Mr. Warden." Liket dismissed it. "You might as well listen to my suggestion-maybe you would accept it?"

Zhang Dianyu acquiesced.

"The condition is that I will be responsible for your three meals a day instead of the guards. Is this an extraordinary request?" Leckett said softly.

Zhang Dianyu's face changed.

The ogre made such a request definitely not with good intentions, and wanted to add food to his meal? Destroy his mental defense?

He stared fiercely at Leckett, and the other man returned an unclear smile.

Zhang Dianyu sneered in her heart.

He doesn't like the death of pixel-like people in his prison, which is undoubted. But if Leckett feels that his data will become mentally broken by adding these data to his meals, he is definitely miscalculating.

Liket stared at Mr. Warden.

Obviously, the warden's understanding of him is somewhat labeled, as if someone is pushing him to be more vigilant. He thought of the only window in the prison.

He also wanted to know what Mr. Warden's face would look like when he was caught off guard-just like yesterday morning when he appeared at the door, so that Mr. Warden discovered that his breakfast came from the ogre. At that time, the wrong expression.

"I agree." Zhang Dianyu said slowly.

He didn't care what Lechter's trick was, and he didn't care if it was a provocation.

"Warren guards will be responsible for monitoring your actions during this time." Zhang Dianyu turned the notepad in his hands, and there was no expression on his face. "If you have any changes, or if he has been injured or disappeared— — "

"Of course, sir." Liket interrupted him, with a steady smile in his tone. "I understand."

Zhang Dianyu looked at him for a while and closed the clip board with a slap.

When he walked out of the closed area, he was not very relaxed. Now that these super criminals are within the range of recruitable confidential informants, he has to take the first step.

Choosing Leckett is better than choosing a clown or a red skull.

At least he's just a mental illness serial killer.

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

He squeezed his eyebrows, heard a sound of electric shock from the side, and saw the workers hurriedly carrying the toolbox from the outside.

When he returned to the office, he was still thinking about the problem. Banner suddenly said, "Mr. Warden, have you encountered any difficulties?"

Banner didn't know why he asked this, after all, the warden often sat on a sofa and meditated. Basically, everyone knew this.

But he seemed to be able to tell the difference between the warden's daily musings and thinking questions, so he asked tentatively.

Unexpectedly, the warden raised his head from thinking, and after a moment of confusion, he did ask a question: "I don't know why the red skull looks angry-he is constantly hurting my door."

"Your ... what?" Banner was a little confused.

"My security is closed." Zhang Dianyu said, "He has been very dissatisfied since he was locked in, and has been slamming the door with his fist."

It also costs money for repairs.

Banner was speechless for a while. After a while he finally found his voice, hesitantly said, "Yes, Mr. Warden ... I don't know if it has any reference value, maybe because of the big green guy-indeed, when you are I'm really angry when locked in a glass container that can't move for no reason. "

Zhang Dianyu thought about it, "But he committed a crime. He killed many people-that's the red skull. A hydra snake's cricket killed eight prisoners on the first day he came to prison. Staff, and a few prisoners, what do you think he wants to do? "

"Uh, I know," Banner said helplessly. "That's why he came to prison-and he was thrown into the cell without even doing anything. Of course, he would be angry."

Zhang Dianyu didn't speak. He frowned slightly for a moment and nodded to Banner: "Well, I see."

Indeed, prisoners' dissatisfaction increases when they are treated unfairly. But he didn't want to let a dangerous factor run around in prison, would he also try to recruit the red skulls?

Zhang Dianyu suspected that the other party would punch him in the nose.

He was temporarily put aside by the addition of two gun guards in the confinement area.

A few hours later, when he was preparing to go to the lounge for lunch with the guards as usual, he opened the green staff door and saw Leckett sitting on the dirty sofa. Then he remembered that his third day began at noon today. Meals were contracted by ogres.

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

It doesn't matter, he can.