Rebuilding Base is Under Construction

Zhang Dianyu turned on the flashlight, and the light yellow beam penetrated the dense fog-like night, illuminating the new tombstone.

He moved the flashlight again and looked at the next door. The warden hung up on the tombstone and he looked calm.

The night wind blew through his Mediterranean sea with a little coolness.

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

He glanced at the tombstone behind the on-hook warden, and lowered the volume and whispered: "Offended."

Then he picked up the shovel that was thrown aside, bent over and touched the moist turf to determine where to start. To be honest, the old warden's belly makes his simple behavior a bit difficult-he really shouldn't switch roles so early.

Pressing the on-hook warden down to the ground has already spent a lot of his physical strength, and now he is even breathless.

Zhang Dianyu wondered if he could dig the coffin.

But when it came, he would either not do it or he had to do it-otherwise would he have left half of the grave, would he rest tomorrow and continue tonight?

Let ’s not talk about whether the funeral staff at the funeral will report the case when they continue to bury the body tomorrow. Even if they see the excavated tomb, and fill it in by the way, that ca n’t eat that code.

Thinking of nothing, Zhang Dianyu lifted the shovel, lifted the drafting paper aside, and began to dig the grave.

When he was buried during the day, he was watching. To be honest, SYKSTONE's coffin was buried deep, not shallow, and he had to dig this pit for at least two hours.

Zhang Dianyu didn't think that he would encounter such an accident on this trip, and he didn't bring the warden's portable clipboard with him. He didn't know whether the lack of those two pages would have any effect on the transfer of the title-or, if he transferred the title to the old warden, would Sykeston's file be reduced? Go two lines?

Unfortunately, these can only be confirmed after he returns to prison.

Right now he can only continue to dig pitlessly.

The flashlight was held in the mouth by Zhang Dianyu, a little sour after a long time. I knew that he should accept the clerk's recommendation to buy a headlight. At this time, digging pits would save a lot of effort-but he didn't know why the clerk would recommend this kind of thing to him, so he refused decisively.

Now it seems that the clerk is quite experienced ... Zhang Dianyu leaning on the shovel thinking in the shallow pit wiped a sweat on his head and fell into contemplation.

After the break, he continued to dig.

The night gradually became thicker, and there was no trace of light. Only the beam of the flashlight was shining on the soft soil, and the end was not visible, which made people desperate.

I don't know how long after that, Zhang Dianyu's shovel finally hit a hard object.

He was filled with joy in his heart, and he knelt down to brush off the dirt on the surface with a coffin underneath. Since this is the soil that was just filled more than ten hours ago, it was much more labor-saving to dig than he thought. Although he felt dirty and tired now, he at least achieved his goal.

Stroking the lid of the coffin with his hand, he was about to pick up the shovel and continue to empty the surrounding soil, and suddenly thought of a possibility.

Maybe he can call Sykostone through the coffin, just as when switching roles?

Zhang Dianyu fell into contemplation.

If this is really feasible, then why should he sit at the gas station at night and spend so long time digging graves here?

He pressed his palm against the surface of the coffin, cleared his dry throat, and called softly: "Sikestone?"

There were no changes in front of me, and there was no game panel that suddenly popped out.

Zhang Dianyu hesitated, glanced at the warden hanging on the tombstone outside the pit, and took photos with a flashlight.

The dazzling beam of light swept the warden's face on the hook, but he opened his blank eyes and looked straight back, without any intention of avoiding the light.

Zhang Dianyu is thinking, maybe Mr. Fergus is not a "main interface", so he can't call out the character switch panel of Sykostone?

So-he looked at the warden hanging on the tombstone and lowered his voice and said, "Mr Warden?"

The distance between the two people must not exceed the limit of switching, so there is no doubt that the character switching panel appears.

The character of the brown-haired prisoner still appears to be unavailable, and even if he can, he does n’t want to try it. At this time, if he switches to the Xikestone interface, will he find himself locked in the coffin when he opens his eyes?

This is a bit excessive.

Zhang Dianyu switched to the warden's body, and the first feeling was that he was sore-he didn't feel that way when he was digging a grave beside him. This posture with his hands tied behind his hands for hours was really embarrassing.

As soon as he opened his mouth, he realized that he was **** and had been blowing the night wind for a few hours, and his voice sounded hoarse.

"Sikestone?"

However, no character switching panel appeared.

It seems that the situation is the worst in his imagination, that is, he must kiss the body to transfer the title of the character-this is too **** weird?

He could only sigh slightly and said, "Fogus."

The next second, he returned to the body of the former warden with a cold head and picked up the shovel again.

Things have reached this point, he can only continue to dig, there is no need to quit halfway.

The remaining soil was quickly emptied, and Zhang Dianyu strenuously pushed open the coffin cover, revealing the people lying quietly inside. Most of the brown-haired prisoners' wounds have been cleaned, but they are still terrible in shape, and they can even see the skull inside through the big hole.

In such a dark to thick night, it is really cool behind.

Zhang Dianyu bowed his head without hesitation, and kissed the corpse's forehead. Fortunately, this time he succeeded, he prompted another title transfer, and this time he quickly chose "Yes."

[Successful title transfer: won the title of "Explosive Egg Expert" and the title of "King of Toilets". 】

Zhang Dianyu looked at the game panel in front of him-when he was a prisoner, Sikestone, he had a property bar for the prisoner in the "escape mode", which included the "roughness", "agility" and the "crazy" that Sikestone added the reputation "Abettor" and some attributes that he hasn't had time to add.

But he also has a special skill bar, and there is only one skill "Pissing Legs" that makes people want to faint. In addition, there is the title column that appears last. For Sycostone, he has two titles, namely the "explosion expert" and "king of toilets" transferred to Mr. Vogels this time.

But Mr. Fergus was not a prisoner, so from the beginning, his game panel was different from SYKESTONE and different from the warden.

The warden ’s game panel is the most complex, including the construction and control of the entire prison, as well as a wide variety of tasks and to-do lists.

And Mr. Fergus's game panel is just the opposite. There is only a solitary time bar on his panel, and the name in the upper right corner-click to have a simple character file.

And now, his game panel finally has a title bar, just in the upper left corner, there are two titles below, which originally belonged to Sykostone: "explosion expert", "king of toilets".

Zhang Dianyu has a complex look.

Although these two titles do n’t sound very good, they are actually quite easy to use. He even helped him and asked him to drag the clown into the toilet and almost kill him.

He sighed, as if hearing the clown's voice in his ear: "Mr. Warden, you have looked at me like this for a long time ... why don't you speak?"

Wait a minute-Zhang Dianyu's scalp numb and moved his neck slowly. He wanted to look back, but found that a cold and sharp thing came up, making him afraid to move again.

A mad, depressed laugh sounded in his ears.

"Mr. Warden ... Tell me your opinion? As long as you say" Kill him ", I will help you cut his throat, how?"

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

No wonder he always feels a cool breath behind him-isn't it an illusion?

"I deliberately ran a long way-I mean, after a long flight, I even made an appointment for you." The clown sounded very perverted with a low gasping laugh, "You have a smile Don't give it to me. Mr. Warden, you have changed. "

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

The on-hook warden certainly won't laugh, the clown's expectations are about to be missed-the question is who did he agree with? Wouldn't it be Batman?

Zhang Dianyu slowly recalled the news he saw in the fast food restaurant during the day.

Indeed, he vaguely remembered the Joker claiming to leave a "gift" for Batman at the United Savings Bank, asking him to be there at 8 o'clock in the evening.

Gotham is quite far from here, Zhang Dianyu has nothing to say.

He listed the current situation in his mind-he has three roles: one is unavailable, lying in the coffin; one is clown against the neck with a knife. Although there are two practical titles, they are both in the toilet and It's only useful next to the toilet; the last one, tied his hands and feet firmly at this time, was tied to the tombstone.

If possible, this should be called a "dilemma".

Sykstone is dead, and if you are lucky, you can lose two more characters tonight-the Warden ’s body does n’t seem to die, but his consciousness will be kicked away to the next character, But the warden who could not wake up would fall into the hands of the clown.

His new character can find the bodies of the clown and the warden, and then ... give another head?

Zhang Dianyu couldn't help but sigh.

"Yes, you should sigh, my husband." The clown said slowly.

The flashlight fell to the ground, and the pale beam of light shone on the corpse's face, making the clown lick his mouth.

"Well, that little fool, I still remember what he looked like." He pinched the former warden's neck thoughtfully, looked at his blushing face, and said with a grin, "So it turns out- —I accidentally broke a strange relationship and it was interesting. I should thank the right person. ”

Zhang Dianyu was in deep contemplation, he turned out to be on the clown's informer list?

He did meet a lot of people on this day. Can't he go out alone in the future? Or he should also find something to cover his face-you can consult Peter about this.

But ... the suffocation made him grab the clown's sleeves, and at the same time he wondered in his heart-why did the clown suddenly understand, what did he understand?

Zhang Dianyu didn't understand.

"Say 'Kill him.'" The clown said happily to the on-hook warden, "I will satisfy your inner desire."

Zhang Dianyu: "?"

He struggled to make a sound from his throat intermittently: "Wait ... Have you ever thought about it ... Maybe you guessed it, right?"

The clown didn't answer, tightened his fingers a little, and Zhang Dianyu was speechless.

But the warden on hook will certainly not respond to the clown, maybe he still has a chance to struggle?

The day of Cyclone's funeral was selected in the dull and depressive weather. It seemed like it was going to rain all day, but there was no drop of water in the sky. Until late at night, the darkness seemed to melt to the point of stickiness.

Zhang Dianyu glanced behind him with Yu Guang and found that the clown was wearing something like a monocular infrared night vision device-no wonder he could come behind him silently in the dark.

He thought about it, even if he switched roles now, there was no way to save himself. He just deliberately tied several knots on the rope that tied the warden, because the other party had been struggling.

Then it's better to fight hard, I don't know if the clown has a helper-Zhang Dianyu secretly sighed in his heart. This maniac is a crime expert. Even if he doesn't help, the two are probably not opponents. Unless he was taken to which toilet, he might have a chance to press the clown's head into the toilet with the newly received title.

But you can't wait for death.

He hugged the clown's body with his backhand and took advantage of his only advantage, the weight, to force the two men into the coffin, and Seccostone's grim wound was in front of him.

At the same time, the arteries between his carotid arteries were cut open by a sharp blade at the moment of resistance, and blood was sprayed out and thrown into the night.

Zhang Dianyu's head was dizzy, but the prompt in front of him made him rejoice.

[Acquisition skill "detention", effective range 2x3. Obtain energy-saving "confinement" with an effective range of 1x1. 】

This is the lower limit of the size of the cells and confinement rooms in the prison, but beyond that, there is no redundant explanation.

But for Zhang Dianyu now, it is enough.

He vaguely guessed how to use this skill.

Zhang Dianyu chose to use the skill "confinement" without hesitation, and the edge of the range was between him and the clown.

At the same time, the knife the clown wanted to stab seemed to be blocked by something.

Zhang Dianyu smiled, the clown thoughtfully.

"Superpower?" The clown pouted, "I hate this thing."

After talking, he took out his gun. He pulled the trigger at Zhang Dianyu.

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

As soon as he saw the clown's movements, he tried his best to twist his body to the other side. Unfortunately, the grave was too narrow and he had nowhere to hide.

The bullet shot into his lower abdomen, causing a painful tear, but it seemed to be distorted.

Zhang Dianyu exploded with his last strength, pushing the coffin cover diagonally aside, and even caught a strand of green hair.

The clown's knife fell outside the coffin.

Zhang Dianyu grabbed the knife awkwardly, and stumbled out of the grave. The bullet behind hit the middle of the dirt, causing him to fall and hit the ground.

He fumbled to the tombstone where the warden had been tied, and his stiff fingers cut the rope.

The young man's indifferent gaze looked into the distance, then stood up and walked staggeringly in the other direction.

Zhang Dianyu barely supported, shouting out his mouth, feeling like his voice was tearing his throat: "Mr. Warden?"

Also exhausted his last strength.

Amidst dizziness, Zhang Dianyu slowly stopped, smelling a **** gas in the dark.