Wayne considered his words.
"Mr. Warden... I suppose you can't lynch a prisoner even if he's a clown?"
Zhang Dianyu: "Unless he is very happy now."
Wayne didn't argue. He really can't say this well, even if it is an enemy that he has been unable to get rid of for many years, it is impossible for him to judge the mood of the lunatic Joker—but there still seems to be something wrong.
Seeing that Mr. Wayne fell silent again, Zhang Dianyu raised his watch and glanced at the time.
From the moment he saw this Batman walk into prison, he knew it wasn't that simple. So I called the engineering team on the spot and asked them to come and tear down the wall.
However, due to the lack of beds in the detention cell, the new prisoners kept complaining. Zhang Dianyu had to ask the engineering team to install bunk beds and add a few toilets for them urgently.
As for the little blemish of the toilet seat between the head of the bed - don't ask too much for a detention cell, it's much better than sitting on a bench for the night.
Besides, the food provided in the restaurant is full of rich dietary fiber, and the smell of the toilet should be relatively fresh.
The workers who finished their work in the detention cell quickly walked over with their tools, and knocked down the concrete wall with a clang, leaving a place for a door.
Zhang Dianyu stretched out his right hand first to Wayne, and politely said "please".
Wayne: "…"
The reasoning seems to be correct, but it doesn't seem right to invite people into the morgue.
Mr. Wayne hesitated at the door. After all, Bruce Wayne didn't have to go in to visit the clown...and the morgue.
Zhang Dianyu blinked, and probably guessed what Wayne meant—his identity still needs to be disguised.
But you are all Batman, so why are you polite.
"Mr. Wayne," Zhang Dianyu put on a fake smile, "Your charitable fund has made up a big gap for the operation of the prison, I think I should invite you to visit the purpose of that charitable fund, shouldn't you? "
Wayne glanced at Zhang Dianyu, hesitated to speak—did you build a morgue with a large area with only 30,000 yuan
of course not. The morgue is an early building of the prison, and it also provides a solid foundation for long-term development—this has been confirmed by the atmosphere of freedom and democracy, and Zhang Dianyu is full of confidence.
Whether Mr. Wayne believed it or not, he did.
Zhang Dianyu's right hand was still in the air, and Wayne couldn't enter this morgue.
That being the case, he stepped in with kindness.
After all, he also wanted to see how the clown was arranged. After the shock last night, he had to send an inquiry to S.H.I.E.L.D. Anyway, everyone knew about the exchange of gifts and gifts, so who wouldn't pry into each other's secrets
Besides, S.H.I.E.L.D. originally stated that it would share undercover mission reports, but Batman has always believed in his own channels more.
Fortunately, it was just a false alarm.
Intellectually, he doesn't believe that people like clowns can die easily, and he doesn't—or can't expect it, but this prison is beyond his concept of "normal", so everything can only be done. Focus on accurate news.
After that, he decided to build a temporary stronghold next to the prison, which was also convenient for obtaining some information at close range.
Come check it out.
The temperature in the morgue is pleasant, air conditioning is impossible, but the corpses have not changed much.
Wayne paused, looking around curiously.
Zhang Dianyu opened the game panel and began to introduce the corpses placed on each mortuary table.
"This is... Doncan Ashby," he scanned the body information, "Prisoner number 201014, the cause of death was shot dead by a guard with a pistol while trying to escape from the prison—it is worth mentioning that the guards with guns in the prison will Three warning shots were fired when the prisoner tried to cause trouble, and then extreme measures were taken."
This is the truth. At least from the moment Mr. Wayne stepped into the prison gate, the free fire mode was turned off, and the armed guards could not solve the problem simply and directly.
Zhang Dianyu glanced at the prisoner's information again: "This one is... Marcus Oswald, he is—"
Wayne couldn't listen anymore, and interrupted his pale and dry narration: "Mr. Warden, I don't think I need to know the history of every prisoner—I mean, the ones lying here. "
But he did feel a little surprised by the warden's astonishing memory.
Perhaps Mr. Warden was not as careless as he had first seen him.
"Oh," Zhang Dianyu leaned on a mortuary table and thought for a while, "Then there are still a few guards and staff who died here..."
Wayne: "…"
He tactfully declined: "Mr. Warden, I personally have great respect for these good people who have dedicated themselves to serving the society, and I am willing to provide each of them with a pension on behalf of Wayne Enterprises, hoping to help their families tide over the difficulties —their information can be sent to Wayne Enterprises by your assistant at a later time."
Zhang Dianyu smiled: "On behalf of their family, I thank you very much for your generosity."
He decided to develop this into a reserved item, and every time Mr. Wayne came to visit—even Stark or Fury was counted among them, he would take them to visit the morgue.
At least make up for those 50% pay cuts these little pixel people took while they were alive.
Mr. Wayne, who didn't know about it yet, pretended to look around carefully, and then his eyes fell on the area in the corner with inconsistent painting styles.
He knew why and asked: "Could it be that behind this door is..."
"This is your old friend." Zhang Dianyu said, and after seeing the muscles in the corners of Wayne's eyes twitch slightly, he smiled a little, "I mean... You guys in Gotham should be quite familiar with him, right?"
Who doesn't know what to ask.
Mr. Wayne showed a look of lingering fear, as if lost in memory: "Yes, this is a notorious lunatic, the most terrifying criminal in Gotham, he once kidnapped me, in order to threaten Batman..."
Zhang Dianyu's tone was surprised: "You mean... the vigilante Mr. who punishes evil and eradicates rape."
"I thought they might be called criminals in many places outside of Gotham." Mr. Wayne said slowly, raised his eyes and glanced at Zhang Dianyu without showing any expression.
Zhang Dianyu said without hesitation, "How could it be? Which city doesn't want to have its own patron saint."
He saw Mr. Wayne's back pause for a moment, maybe only half a second, if he hadn't been waiting for this scene, he might not have been able to find it.
Zhang Dianyu sighed with emotion.
In the future, the pensions of the pixel villains will probably be settled.