Rebuilding Base is Under Construction

The dark silver-gray dinner plate is divided into three grids, and even such humble tableware cannot affect Lectra's delicate display.

But the key problem was that the plate was in the hands of the next guard, Valen. He stood straight and even saluted Zhang Dianyu.

Leckett sat on the sofa and asked him a gesture: "Don't worry, Mr. Warden, it's not just the French omelette and the only bacon left in the kitchen-unless someone can lay eggs, you Don't worry about where it comes from. "

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

Instead of paying attention to Leckett, he glanced at Warren beside him. Obviously a prisoner and a guard watching him, why the two of them look more like a high society scum and his bodyguard.

Wallen didn't even realize it, and even reached out his arm and handed the plate over: "Sir."

Zhang Dianyu had to pick it up, then glanced at Liket, and tilted his head to signal the door: "I don't like people around when I don't like to eat."

"Of course." Lycht replied softly, then looked at Warren. "Then let's leave this lounge to Mr. Warden-don't forget the onion soup. The Warren guards specially applied for me to get up early. It ’s time to leave the dormitory to cook it. "

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

What happened to Warren?

After the two left the lounge, Zhang Dianyu returned to the warden's office with a dinner plate.

He thought that Likert had misbehaved and wanted to pack his three meals a day. But the aroma of the food is indeed tempting-just like the breakfast he ate at Stark a few days ago, far more than the usual level of meals in prison.

What's more, there aren't many ingredients available in the prison, and a few onion heads can even let Leckett play tricks.

Zhang Dianyu was lost in thought.

Shouldn't the ogre be mad and just want to show up for cooking?

When Banner opened the door of the office, Mr. Warden was forking a piece of bacon and studying the light carefully, as if looking at a precious specimen.

Banner: "..."

When he first met Mr. Warden, he had not thought that one day things would go like this.

"Is there anything wrong with Bacon, Mr. Warden?" Banner asked patiently.

Mr. Warden looked serious: "This is the last bacon in the prison?"

Banner was embarrassed: "... this, I really don't know. If it wasn't, what would ...?"

Mr. Warden put the fork back on the plate: "Nothing, I just need to make sure it's a slice of bacon-it's a slice of pork."

Banner was puzzled: "Of course bacon is made from pork breast."

"Unless," the warden took off the decorative handkerchief from his suit pocket, and wiped his hands. "It was sent by an ogre."

Banner was taken aback: "Hannibal Lecter?"

"I reached an agreement with him yesterday," Zhang Dianyu said. "The conditions are simple. I don't need to eat a prison cafeteria in the future."

Banner was in silence-for the average person, it might be more willing to eat the green canteen in the catering barrel.

"Let the cleaning staff take it away." Zhang Dianyu said indifferently.

Banner took a look at the plate that didn't move much: "But you haven't eaten yet."

Zhang Dianyu looked at him: "I need a little mental construction-don't you need it?"

"But Mr. Warden, it's just an omelet ..." Banner tried to persuade, "unless someone can lay eggs, it should be fine."

Zhang Dianyu looked at Banner with surprise: "Liket said just now."

Banner was speechless.

"But I trust you." Zhang Dianyu suddenly smiled.

Banner: "..."

As soon as the governor smiles, he can't help feeling cold, especially now.

Banner rigged his lips stiffly: "I see. But I think he should not be able to do anything about meals in prison, you better get used to it as soon as possible ..."

"I don't think so." A voice came from outside the door. "By the time I left here, breakfast must have been cold."

Zhang Dianyu: "...?"

The door lock turned, and Warren's guard opened the green staff door and came in with a steaming bowl.

Lekter leaned leisurely at the door: "I think the continental breakfast may not suit your appetite, so I made a fresh veal braised in white sauce."

Zhang Dianyu wanted to hit someone.

"I didn't go to the cafeteria for dinner, so I didn't violate the agreement-who asked you to come here?"

"Anyone can come here, isn't it, sir?" Leckett smiled slightly. "I have to remind you that there is a friend who works as a cleaner. After cleaning the corridor floor, he is in your bathroom at this time. Take a bath. "

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

Although this kind of thing happens from time to time, it doesn't sound right.

He glanced at Warren: "Call him out and write down the negative work."

Warren was ordered to leave the office, and a few moments later, the prisoner outside the door hung down with a mop and left.

The bowl filled with veal was placed on Zhang Dianyu's desk, the heat rose, and the fragrance of the food drifted into the air.

Zhang Dianyu stared at it for a while, then sinking his face slowly.

"There is still beef in the prison?"

"It's a shame," Reckett replied, "It's the vegetarian beef bought in the store that will make it taste a lot worse."

Zhang Dianyu glanced at Warren, but did not ask the truth of the sentence.

Now that Leckett is still standing, at least what the Warren guards see will be consistent with what he says.

"Mr. Warden doesn't like someone to be around during the meal, so we leave first," said Leckett.

"Oh, sorry," Banner said after the two had gone. "I don't know you have this habit."

After that he left the room.

Zhang Dianyu didn't refute, although that was what he had done in order to drive away Likert.

He lost his thoughts on the fragrant veal stew.

In theory, this should really be a bowl of veal. Liket had just emerged from the cell yesterday and he had no time or opportunity to kill.

But considering who the recipe came from, it does give people psychological pressure.

But what made him even more upset was that Likert was able to guess that he hadn't eaten the breakfast he sent, and prepared a new meal.

No matter if he eats or not, he seems to be right in his arms.

When Banner knocked on the door of the warden's office again, he seemed a little embarrassed-he had just forgotten that he had come to send documents.

But the empty bowl on Mr. Dean's desk made him couldn't help glancing at it.

Zhang Dianyu almost wanted to roll her eyes, but restrained, said indifferently, "I haven't dropped it, don't look at it."

Banner scratched his hair and placed the document on the table: "Secstone's funeral has been set. At 10 o'clock next Sunday, this is the address."

Zhang Dianyu took the file and looked at it for a while, then a problem came to mind.

He has never been far away?

From this document, there seems to be a wider world outside the prison. He meant a world farther than Untitled Town.

Is the map of this game so big?

Then the question comes, how should he go?

He remembered the time at the amusement park when he called Uber and sent him over, without paying. As a prison escape prisoner, he can pay nothing.

And he has no money.

The driver's yelling was blocked by a knife, and he reached his destination safely.

Zhang Dianyu felt a little confused. Outside the prison are untitled towns, amusement parks, and churches. What else?

He suddenly wanted to go to the funeral of Sycostone, and in addition to the funeral, he wanted to go out and see. Since there is still a place like Untitled Town in this world, where all prisoners live with their families, external employees, and lawyers, will there be a place where Batman and Iron Man live next to Spider-Man Never go to class. When SHIELD is okay, they are crowded in a small garden to drink tea and wait for work?

He laughed at the scene that came to his mind.

Zhang Dianyu thought about it and called Stark to ask if he could take him to seccostone's funeral.

Stark was silent for a while, but the tone didn't seem to be much surprised: "Of course-you plan to go to the funeral of Sykeston?"

He had never seen Mr. Warden go to a prisoner's funeral.

And he also knew that Mr. Warden was just a puppet without a mind and would only follow the established procedures.

So if he wants to leave the prison, it means maybe-Mr. Fergus, what's the new plan?

"Yes, I should go to a funeral of a hero. He used to be a prisoner in my prison." Zhang Dianyu answered according to common sense.

Otherwise, does he have to answer that he wants to determine the location of the cemetery so that he cannot find the body of Secostone in the future?

"Oh," Stark said casually, and then asked, "Will Mr. Fergus go with you?"

Zhang Dianyu immediately raised his vigilance.

Do these people still want to keep track of what the "Fronger Warden" has done? This incident may ruin Fergus's later years. He finally had a free-standing vest, and he must not be put in jail again.

So Zhang Dianyu replied, "No, Mr. Fergus will stay here instead of me to handle prison affairs."

In fact, he had entrusted the matter to Banner, and even made up a reason that Fergus had just returned to prison, had a long journey and was unwell, and needed to rest for several months.

Although Banner wondered why he had to rest for a few months, he agreed immediately.

Of course, if he knew that Fergus was only half an hour's walk from Untitled Town, it wouldn't just be doubts, he would be full of question marks.

Zhang Dianyu slowly said to the phone: "In fact, I may not plan to return to prison for the time being."

This is somewhat unexpected.

Stark immediately asked, "Is something wrong in the prison?"

Mr. Fergus intends to run the prison directly, isn't he going to ask for this?

"No, just a few days." Zhang Dianyu answered truthfully. If he doesn't know where he is after a few days, he may call this helpline.

Stark didn't respond for a moment.

In his opinion, Mr. Warden must have gone out with a mission-he had seen the prisoner of Secostone, and he still remembered that his cell was near the warden's office, and there was even a scandal among prisoners .

Until he understood that the warden could not have a scandal-not even his head.

"So," Stark's tone changed, and he changed to a lazy tone. "Is Mr. Warden already planning for his vacation?"

Zhang Dianyu replied, "No, I have never left the prison."

Stark fell silent.

Does the sentence of Mr. Dian chief confirm their guess?

"You haven't ... left prison?" Stark asked cautiously.

Zhang Dianyu thought about it, so it really sounded wrong--or else he would compile an experience for himself?

But I'm afraid it's easy to disassemble.

That being the case, it's fine to remain silent.

There was silence in Stark's earpiece, and he could imagine how confusing it was for the warden.

"If Mr. Warden doesn't mind, I have a few good places on vacation to recommend to you," Stark said suddenly.

Zhang Dianyu thought for a moment—I'm afraid that's not right. He wanted to see how big the map was outside, and the wealthy resorts were probably in a place isolated from the rest of the world.

"Mind," Zhang Dianyu replied.

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