Before the appointment of the psychiatrist, the status bar of mentally ill prisoners is basically unlikely to drop.
Locking them up in ordinary cells is likely to involve some self-harm—of course, on a case-by-case basis.
Zhang Dianyu didn't understand and didn't want to understand, he just felt that he was at a loss.
Mentally ill criminals do not have a large dormitory with a size of 100 people. They must each have a single room so that they will not hurt others when they are ill.
Or live in padded holding cells, watched over by paramedics day and night—meaning costly care, and inmates who fight each other over differing psychiatric philosophies.
Even damage the toilet and bed - this is the mildest kind, and the toilet is not expensive.
However, Zhang Dianyu gave some special care to this pioneer who turned into a mentally ill prisoner in prison.
There were no toilets and no beds in the solitary confinement room.
Having said that, after the guards took him into the confinement room, Zhang Dianyu was still observing him through the mini-map.
The mentally ill patient was originally a serious criminal, but after the psychiatrist reluctantly made a guest appearance and the psychiatrist temporarily diagnosed him as a mentally ill patient, the guards changed him into the same gray and white one-piece prison uniform as the clown. Differentiate from normal people.
The prisoner's name is Colin Olier, prisoner number 301039, both parents are alive, there is a wife and two sons, aged 11 and 6, at home.
Underneath this file, which seems to be innocuous, are also his charges and criminal records, including multiple fights causing serious injuries, illegal imprisonment, torture of others, and so on.
Zhang Dianyu thought for a while, the prison shouldn't be responsible for this, this person has long been perverted no matter how he looks at it!
At this moment, Olier was squatting dully in the middle of the dark and narrow confinement room, but the mental state bar above his head was slowly climbing up.
Zhang Dianyu watched the progress bar slowly change from yellow to orange, and couldn't help but look at the clown humming in the morgue.
His progress bar is always full orange.
As if sensing something, the clown's round pixel head faced the ceiling, and suddenly he laughed by himself.
Zhang Dianyu felt a chill on his neck, as if the clown was smiling at him.
But it's impossible, no one can break the fourth wall, he is now the player's God's perspective.
Zhang Dianyu touched his neck subconsciously and frowned.
Now that the clown has received the highest level of security, Zhang Dianyu put his affairs aside for the time being—not long ago he deployed 5 armed guards to patrol around the morgue day and night, and reopened the Freedom after Wayne left. fire mode.
Ainsley, who had been monitored day and night by five big men for a week, was moved to tears by their dismissal.
As long as there is a lever, Archimedes can tilt the earth.
In the same way, Zhang Dianyu dared to let the armed police shoot the clown as long as he had the slightest reason. Anyway, the pixel villain guards would definitely not kill a lot of people and fall into darkness. The rioting prisoners they shot could fill several streets of hearses .
Just after he turned his eyes back from the clown's cell, he found that Olier's orange bar was almost full—indicating that he could use a big move
Zhang Dianyu was a little puzzled, and Olier, who was sluggish in the confinement room, suddenly raised his fist at the confinement door and slammed it crazily. At the same time, his health bar began to decrease.
What about a psychopath? Shouldn't he have been diagnosed for brutally abusing other people? Why did you start hurting yourself
The confinement door actually began to show damage under his desperate attack, but it was still a certain distance away from being completely destroyed.
Before he escaped, the guards would not take the initiative to stop him, but a worker in a yellow hard hat had dutifully carried tools over to repair the damaged confinement door.
Zhang Dianyu suddenly had a bad premonition.
Sure enough, when the master worker was trying his best to repair it, Olier took advantage of the short time when he was replacing parts, and cut the master worker's throat from behind with a hidden knife.
The villain in the yellow helmet was lying in a pool of blood, but the prisoner in the off-white one-piece prison uniform did not run away, and fell into a stupor on the spot again, but the mental state bar above his head was completely charged.
Zhang Dianyu stood up from the sofa chair in the warden's office, and pushed open the green staff door.
Peter outside was startled and stuttered a bit: "Dian, Mr. Warden?"
Zhang Dianyu's face was livid, and he opened his mouth to ask, "Have you contacted the psychiatrist?"
The damned prisoner had killed yet another of his employees.
The problem is that the original employees of these prisons are not very reliable, otherwise, when the prisoners start to hit the door, they should rush over to stop them.
If he had established a psych ward sooner, maybe the poor hard hat would have survived two more days.
For some reason, Zhang Dianyu felt a little sorry for this pixel villain.
This emotion stayed for a moment, then disappeared.
Peter replied quickly: "I have received replies from two doctors, and I will come to your office for an interview at 10 o'clock tomorrow morning."
Zhang Dianyu frowned. I don't know why, all the employees in the prison have to be hired by him personally, and there are very few supporting positions. There is no human resources department, and currently Peter is just doing odd jobs.
As a game, there is nothing wrong with it, and Peter's hands and feet are also very fast - about ten times as fast as an ordinary person's.
Zhang Dianyu nodded, and saw that Olier on the map had been escorted into another confinement room by the guards, and the confinement time had been increased.
Zhang Dianyu thought for a while, then called the foreman and asked him to temporarily seal the confinement area with concrete.
In addition, the construction of the 10 cells in the psychiatric ward and the psychiatrist's office should be given the highest priority, and they must be completed before they leave tomorrow to work for Wayne.
Zhang Dianyu sighed.
At this time, two mentally ill prisoners have been admitted in the prison, and the tasks on the to-do list are still 1/10.
This means that the so-called "admission of mentally ill prisoners" refers to criminals who are already mentally ill when they are sent in, and those who have become mentally ill in prison due to various reasons are not counted.
Zhang Dianyu frowned and thought, he had to think of a way for the mental health of the prisoners.
Mentally ill people are not suitable for hard labor in prison. They can only eat and sleep, they also like to beat people, and they have to live in a single room.
In other words, not only can't make money, but it's also very good at spending.
Plus, he'll have to hire some paramedics for them. These men acted like guards, but were mainly used for coercive measures against the mentally ill, such as force-feeding drugs and dressing dangerous patients in straitjackets at night.
Zhang Dianyu flipped through the resumes of the nurses in the employee column, thinking about how many should be hired.
The salary of nurses is a little lower than that of guards, and it seems that they are consumables.
But just like the hard hat that died just now, Zhang Dianyu seemed unable to treat them as bricks and move them wherever they needed.
Of course it's another thing to go to Wayne's vacation home and work relentlessly overtime to contribute to prison development.
Zhang Dianyu selected a few who seemed to be physically strong enough, and hoped that they could survive here.
Then he got another call.
The phone call here is equivalent to a bad news notification, because no one will call and chat with him if nothing happens.
"Mr. Warden," the security director's voice came through the receiver, "Just now a prisoner murdered a psychiatrist with a pen during counseling."
Zhang Dianyu also heard some commotion faintly coming from outside the office just now, but he didn't think much about it, thinking it was a normal change of guards.
After all, there is a staff lounge in the building.
Adjacent to the break room was the room of two psychiatrists, one of whom was conducting an AA meeting in the common room at this time, helping prisoners recover from alcoholism.
Zhang Dianyu felt that the effect might not be very high. The Alcoholics Anonymous Association had been implementing the plan for a long time, but during the last thorough search, it was found that there were only a little less alcohol and cigarettes hidden among the prisoners than mobile phones.
High school students long for such a prison life with alcohol and internet.
Another psychiatrist, from after breakfast to before going to bed, was arranged for psychological consultation every day to help the prisoners get out of the shadows and rebuild their confidence in living.
Then he was killed by the prisoners.