When the killer crocodile was escorted into the transfer prisoner cell, he seemed a little taken aback by the environment in front of him.
This is a fairly spacious cell. Although there are no windows, there are TV sets, bookshelves, and a brand new bed covered with an army green quilt.
It didn't look like the usual cell for a "monster" like him.
The prison guards here are also different from those seen in the past. There was neither fear nor sarcasm in their eyes, as indifferent as if they were treating an ordinary prisoner.
"501002, change into a prison uniform." The guard threw a crimson jumpsuit on the bed, "It is forbidden to leave the cell without wearing a prison uniform."
Killer Crocodile fell silent.
Can he still get out of the cell
It was only after Zhang Dianyu saw the commotion among the prisoners during lunch that he realized that the timetable he had set for the transfer of prisoners was no different from that of ordinary prisoners.
Killer Crocodile was wearing the crimson prison uniform of a felon and sat at the long dining table, forming a vacuum around him.
Zhang Dianyu: "..."
Although he had to investigate for a period of time to determine whether this person could negotiate, it seemed that he had already achieved remarkable results sitting here, and he was indeed a treasure.
The no-toilet plan in the prison has been implemented for more than a week, and during this period, there have been no more escapes by digging tunnels.
But Zhang Dianyu also understands that this is not a long-term solution.
After several prisoners were punished one after another, and they were locked up in the middle of the toilet, the voice of resistance among the prisoners gradually weakened.
But with that comes an increase in cleaning work.
It has to be said that the bottom line and sense of shame of these criminals are really different from that of ordinary people.
There is no good way to deal with Zhang Dianyu. The prison has promulgated regulations on confinement for defecation and defecation, but there are still some people who would rather stay in a small dark room for several hours to let themselves go.
Problems that can be solved by eating less food have to be resorted to violence.
Probably this is the difference between criminals and ordinary people.
Zhang Dianyu thought.
There are not enough seats in the restaurant. Killer Crocodile occupies an entire table, which is really a bit extravagant and wasteful.
Zhang Dianyu asked the guards to take him back to his cell, and changed the timetable for the transfer of prisoners. The transferred prisoners who are under observation in this small courtyard are not allowed to walk around outside the cell at will.
After all, it wasn't long before the first transferred prisoner came to the prison. This crocodile man is said to be able to eat people.
Zhang Dianyu looked at his file carefully. This is a mutant whose original name is Waylon Jones. He is a complete human being. He has no hidden secrets with the crocodile, but has grown scales and vertical pupils due to atavism.
Then the attribute of cannibalism made him look a little mentally ill, no wonder he was sent from Arkham.
Zhang Dianyu thought about it, crocodiles are amphibians, no matter whether he returned to his ancestors and became a small crocodile or had mental problems because of his appearance, he should still like water quite a lot.
So Zhang Dianyu arranged for the guards to give him a red plastic bucket, which was temporarily borrowed from a vacant confinement room, and the original purpose naturally needs no description.
Regardless of what it was used for before, the cleaners have cleaned it long ago, and it still looks clean and there is no peculiar smell.
There was a sink in the cell, and he could get some water whenever he needed it.
Regrettably, the red plastic barrel did not add a little pleasure value to Killer Crocodile. He sat indifferently on his bed and watched TV, but he did not try to escape or hurt anyone.
Although the prison door is not very strong, strong criminals may forcibly dismantle it, but Zhang Dianyu is not particularly worried.
After all, there are guard towers on the left and right sides of this small courtyard, and snipers are already in place.
Zhang Dianyu has always been a bit brooding about the fact that the snipers received the highest wages but never had a chance to make a move.
But they would also bring a loss if they killed the prisoners, which also made it difficult for Zhang Dianyu to make a choice.
Three days later, Zhang Dianyu decided to talk to Mr. Crocodile, who had been keeping himself safe these days, and let him fight for his freedom.
Killer Crocodile was escorted into the warden's office by guards, with his hands and feet in heavy handcuffs.
Zhang Dianyu propped his elbows on the sofa chair, feeling the anger of the other party baring his teeth.
He does look like he has the skin of a crocodile, and it's hard to imagine him as a person. But it's not his appearance that really sets him apart, it's how he defines himself.
Zhang Dianyu looked at the killer crocodile with great interest. People don't like to call him by his first name, because the nickname is obviously more suitable for him.
"This...Mr. Jones," Zhang Dianyu said, "You seem to have some special demands?"
Killer Crocodile stared at the calm man in suit and leather shoes behind the desk, and said maliciously: "I... eat people."
Zhang Dianyu immediately refused: "No, it's impossible. The prison only provides meals of medium quality, and this requirement cannot be met."
The killer crocodile was silent. He doesn't seem to mean that.
Zhang Dianyu: "If you eat raw food, you can provide at most the equivalent of cooked food. It is impossible for a whole person."
Killer Crocodile's ferocious expression paused for a moment, with a hint of doubt.
"Besides, killing people is illegal, and eating people is the same." Zhang Dianyu smiled slightly, leaned forward slowly, and tried to persuade, "But if you are willing to do some prison labor as much as you can, you can also satisfy a part of you Require."
Killer Crocodile laughed out of the blue—it looked more like a grin and a snarl, given the lack of emotion on his face.
"Always, when you ask of me..."
"Wait, Mr. Jones, we need to clarify a problem—" Zhang Dianyu interrupted him, "First of all, you will only be sent here if you commit a felony. I would like to regard these conditions as a kind of preferential treatment—Prison Labor Association You won a chance to reduce your sentence, don't you want to get out of prison?"
Of course, judging from his sentence, that is, working in the laundry room 24 hours a day, the remaining years are enough for him to squat like a stuffed crocodile here.
"This world is a prison for me."
Zhang Dianyu: "..."
Your level of mental illness is quite high.
"In short," Zhang Dianyu decided to make a long story short, "I can meet your needs for improving prison life, but I have the final say on whether it will pass or not. And your job is also very simple. Put on this positioning anklet and use your Special skills to prevent people in prison from escaping through sewage pipes."
Killer Crocodile repeated slowly: "Prison break?"
Zhang Dianyu laughed, his voice soft: "You can't join them, there will be guards accompanying them all the way."
Killer Crocodile sneered, his voice rough and hoarse.
"Let's put it this way, Mr. Jones, I know why you have kept yourself safe these few days." Zhang Dianyu still smiled, "Because you found that your speed, strength, and endurance are far worse than before, right?"
Killer Crocodile's sneer disappeared.
Zhang Dianyu: "I just need you to help me find people who are trying to escape from prison. As long as the number of people who escape from prison is kept within 10 per month, you will be rewarded."
Killer Crocodile seemed to be thinking for a while, but Zhang Dianyu was not sure, maybe he was just in a daze.
"Ten people?" Killer Crocodile asked in a low voice, "So there are more than ten people?"
Arkham may not necessarily be able to run out 10 people every month.
Zhang Dianyu didn't take it seriously: "It turns out that there will be thirty or forty people at a time, once or twice a month."
Killer Crocodile: "I can't eat that many people."
Zhang Dianyu: "???"
"I didn't let you eat them." Zhang Dianyu immediately corrected his thinking, "I asked you to find them and report to the guard where the sewage pipe was dug through it, and the rest has nothing to do with you—here Cannibalism is forbidden, understand?"
Killer Crocodile was silent for a while.
"Then why, the ogre is in the kitchen?"
Zhang Dianyu showed doubts: "Which ogre?"
"It's the serial killer and ogre Hannibal Lecter that was revealed not long ago."
Zhang Dianyu's face turned green when he heard these words.
This is the first time he has really lost his composure since he entered the game and became the warden—because he has to eat three meals from the kitchen every day.
He immediately and succinctly finalized the agreement with Killer Crocodile, and then asked the guards to take him away, then clicked on the map on the game panel, and dragged him to the kitchen.
This is the time for free activities or work and study in the prison, so prisoners who have passed the "Kitchen Safety and Hygiene" education program can be arranged to help in the kitchen.
Zhang Dianyu checked the prisoners in the kitchen one by one with despair, and he found a prisoner named Lecter.
"Hannibal" is notorious, but the pixel villain on the map only shows the surname, which Zhang Dianyu was actually negligent.
The most important thing is that this kind of named prisoner was not a specially sent transfer prisoner, but was taken in together with ordinary prisoners.
Zhang Dianyu felt desperate.
With Lecter's ability, it is too easy to pass the reformation education in the prison, and he also chose kitchen labor.
This is definitely unsafe and unhygienic!
Zhang Dianyu took a deep breath to prevent himself from vomiting it out.
At this time, Lecter was talking with the stupid guards he arranged to go to the kitchen. The two were peeling potatoes, and the atmosphere seemed to be quite harmonious.
Zhang Dianyu is afraid of the villain, why is he always walking on the edge of life and death? Do guards also have hidden attributes
Zhang Dianyu immediately asked someone to restrain Lecter wearing a chef's hat, and planned to put him in confinement for a week.
Lecter raised his hands under the approach of the guards, and the villain next to him, wearing a chef's uniform and a prison guard's hat, looked at what happened in front of him in confusion.
Zhang Dianyu asked the guards to bring them all here for interrogation first, otherwise he would have trouble sleeping and eating—in a real sense.
Lecter, with his hands handcuffed, was taken to the outside of the security room, where Zhang Dianyu carved out a small room, theoretically still under the control of the security room guards, but it could be used for interrogation.
Lecter sat on the opposite side of the interrogation table, his expression remained unchanged, and he even showed a faint smile.
"Mr. Warden, I don't know what wrong I have committed."
The criminal on the opposite side behaved elegantly and spoke well, not even a strand of hair was messed up.
Zhang Dianyu glanced at the chef's hat that was thrown on the ground, and the little guard wearing a chef's uniform beside him, and thought bitterly—
Not only did he dare to go in and out of the kitchen, he even hooked up with his pixel villain!