When Dr. Quizell came to the staff lounge, Mr. Warden gave her a can of Coke with a smile, and pointed to the dirty sofa: "Doctor, would you like to talk?"
Dr. Quizell was very happy: "Of course, I like Coke."
Yes, who doesn't like fat house happy water.
"Actually," Zhang Dianyu stood up with a smile, and pulled a little distance away calmly, "You have been fired, doctor."
Peter next to him opened his mouth into an "O" shape.
Zhang Dianyu gave him a warning look, and Peter realized that his behavior looked a little stupid, so he quickly shut his mouth.
Surprisingly, Dr. Quizell seemed emotionally stable.
"Oh, well." She shrugged, "It's not the first time anyway."
Zhang Dianyu: "..."
It turned out that Dr. Harleen Quizell had a criminal record. Why did he always feel that something was wrong
At this time, there were still a few tired employees wandering around in the employee lounge, and the oil-stained chef wandered aimlessly in the room, looking like he could easily be accidentally injured.
Fortunately, Dr. Quizell did not suddenly explode and hurt people as described by the guards.
Or rather—treatment
There is nothing wrong with saying this, Zhang Dianyu thought, after all, Dr. Quizell is not a devil, but the treatment method seems to be different from the psychiatrists in the eyes of the public.
— or too different
All in all, she's fired, and the prison (total assets) is much safer now.
Today is Thursday, which is also the 15th of this month. Zhang Dianyu has just received a large amount of government subsidy, which is based on the number of prisoners in custody, and also includes a fixed subsidy of 2,000 US dollars per day, which makes him more financially comfortable There are many, and it is even possible to start building new prisoner dormitories.
As long as the engineering team rented to Wayne to build the holiday villa comes back after completing the task, the work can start.
After confirming that Dr. Quizell was indeed emotionally stable, Zhang Dianyu left the staff lounge, and Peter took care of the rest.
He had just returned to the office when he suddenly received another call from the security director.
"Mr. Warden, one of our informants was murdered by other prisoners before being taken to the security room."
Zhang Dianyu just remembered that he had recruited a group of informants not long ago.
However, he does not intend to be as hands-on as in the original game. He has arranged a fixed task for the security room, taking an informant there for interrogation every day, and then he can only go to the informant after two hours of escorting the informant back to the cell. Where clues are provided to search for contraband.
This is to protect these informants from being discovered by other prisoners, otherwise they can be easily killed secretly.
Even so, are they exposed
"Mr. Warden," the security director continued on the phone, "it was the guard who contacted prisoner 201072, saying that he had important clues and wanted to tell the warden directly. Riot, 201072 murdered when guards stopped."
Zhang Dianyu was a little puzzled, this incident sounds complicated.
The pixel people in the prison have suddenly upgraded
He squeezed the receiver and thought about it slowly, gradually recalling who 201072 was—the first informant he personally recruited (threatened), a drug addict named Sean Diamond, who had a two-year-old little daughter.
Zhang Dianyu paused and hung up the phone.
He found the pixel villain lying quietly on the mortuary table in the morgue. The dead Diamond didn't seem to have the timid look in the confinement room, lying silently in the middle of the empty morgue, waiting for the hearse to pick up his body.
Zhang Dianyu took a deep breath.
He saw the death information noted in Diamond's status column: Killed by other prisoners with a pen.
Zhang Dianyu slowly frowned, if it wasn't for the sudden popularity of pen murder in his prison, it would have proved that there was a reason for this incident.
After the Joker was established in the psychiatric ward, it was moved there as originally planned. Zhang Dianyu also continued to pay attention to his activities during this half day, but he didn't seem to be doing anything wrong, and he didn't even murder the two psychopaths who didn't know if they were members of the Clown Gang.
A splash of conspicuous bright green wandered around in the west wing guarded by heavy iron gates, with bubbles representing joy popping out of his head from time to time.
And just now, when Zhang Dianyu reopened his status bar, he found that his needs suddenly changed, and the poker cards he wanted became pens.
Maybe it was clown-style taunting.
Zhang Dianyu stood up abruptly and dialed the number of the security director: "Call me 10 armed guards, prepare to go to the psychiatric ward, and ask the paramedics to prepare straitjackets and sedatives."
No, he's going to abuse his power to tie the clown in a cell, or he always feels that something worse will happen.
As for the way of trying to let the clown fend for himself by sealing the door with concrete and fighting for the Gu king in the west wing—it was obviously useless at all. No matter how you think about it, it is impossible for him to die casually. It is more appropriate to let him sleep through the entire sentence.
Then he pushed open the door to the staff break room: "Peter, come on—why are you still here? Where's Dr. Quizell?"
"Oh," said Peter, "the doctor said she might need a change of clothes to get out of work, but I think..." She was probably going to change into that costume, but Peter just needed a break, too.
"—I think I have a stomachache."
Zhang Dianyu: "?"
If he guessed correctly, he seemed to have met the traditional link of Spider-Man.
What else could be done, he could only agree—otherwise, even if Peter was by his side, it would be inconvenient to make a move, so he could only let him go.
Zhang Dianyu waved his hand: "Hurry up."
"Okay sir." Peter trotted out of the staff lounge, and got into his personal staff dormitory, which was like a dark room behind the assistant's position.
He quickly dialed a number, then hurriedly put the Spider-Man suit on his head, his eyes kept scanning the direction of the screen.
The call was connected quickly, and a stunned handsome face appeared on the screen: "My God, Peter, what are you... doing?"
Peter realized he was naked.
"Why does your room look so... strange?" Stark looked puzzled.
"No, no, it's like this, Mr. Stark." Peter quickly put the battle suit over his head, "I have nothing... No, I think something is going to happen in the prison."
"Harley Quinn—as I've reported before, I think she's going to make a move." A bead of sweat broke out on the tip of Peter's nose, "But... but..."
Stark: "But what?"
"But my ability seems to be... invalid here, sir." Peter looked a little panicked, but there was no hesitation.
"I'll be right over there, you don't do anything, understand?" Stark said quickly, "Don't get involved in this, Peter—"
Peter leaped to hang up the call, and the last thing left on the screen was his enlarged face.
"SHIT!" Stark said angrily, "I just said that kid shouldn't be..."
Someone coughed lightly behind him: "Language?"
Stark: "..."
The voice just now couldn't help but bring a little smile: "Then let's go, Tony, we'd better arrive within two minutes."