This young doctor, who entered the profession and signed a contract of prostitution, is now very content with his status as a librarian, and seems to have the idea of working until retirement.
Considering the current composition of the psychiatric ward, neither Strange nor Stark persuaded him to stay.
"So," after Banner sorted out three days' worth of patient files and handed them over to Strange, and then said his goodbyes—since his new job was as an assistant—Stark was stationed in the psychiatrist's office. After staying for a while, watching Strange carefully read the patient's information, "Do you think you can treat the clown... for a while?"
He originally wanted to say it was cured, but with a scientific and rigorous attitude, he felt that the possibility was unlikely.
Strange raised his head from the file upon hearing the sound, and glanced at him coldly.
"Are you crazy?"
Stark: "?"
"I'm an undercover agent," Strange said in a flat tone. "I know only a little more about psychiatry than any other surgeon."
Stark: "..."
Strange glanced at him with his calm eyes: "You can walk around freely in this prison?"
"Didn't you notice?" Stark finally found the place again, "Almost anyone can move freely here."
Strange: "…"
As if to confirm what Stark said was right, in Strange's next time, from time to time, mentally ill prisoners wearing gray and white jumpsuits would walk into the office and hang out.
The prisoners didn't seem to have a specific target, except for the prisoners who came in to clean up because of hard labor, everyone else seemed to be walking around aimlessly.
Strange sorted the files of the mentally ill criminals in the light green file cabinet behind him, and called the nurse to prepare to try treatment.
Compared to Dr. Banner's yoga and Harley Quinn's hardcore AA sessions, it's pretty much the first near-"therapy" talk a psychotic criminal experiences.
Although Strange doesn't think so.
Outside the warden's office, Banner, who had suddenly turned from a psychiatrist to an assistant, sat at his desk and felt an extremely strong discomfort.
Behind him is a bookshelf that is concealed, and further inside is the open cell door and a slightly dark cell.
He seems to be arranged by the warden to guard some secrets here—he doesn’t know where this trust comes from, it may be because of his more than 200 years in prison.
But although Bruce Banner is an ordinary scholar with no power to restrain chickens, he will never become an accomplice because of being favored and wooed.
He hesitated a little.
At this moment, he heard a loud call from the warden's office: "Sekestone?"
The bookshelf behind Banner was pushed away, and a prisoner in an orange prison uniform stepped out of it, and nodded to him as he passed by.
Banner, who had just made up his mind not to become an accomplice, subconsciously reached out and pushed the bookshelf back.
Although this matter is pretty much known to everyone—it seems a bit inappropriate to be able to see the prison within the range of the warden's office when passing by.
Zhang Dianyu has long noticed that something is wrong with Lecter—he spends too little money, and the frequency of using healing needles is obviously low.
The doctors in the prison are all the original batch, but the guards are not. Since there will be clowns among the prisoners, it is not uncommon to have a little easter egg among the guards.
So Zhang Dianyu observed the map for a few days, and it was no secret that what happened every night in the confinement room without meals.
But he couldn't be sure if the last guard was a worshiper of the ogre or a poor fellow who had just been mentally contaminated by him.
He could have fired the guard directly, but it didn't seem like he would be able to cut off Lecter's retreat. Moreover, there are more and more mental illnesses in the prison. I don't know if it has something to do with the existing madmen and mad experts. Every mental patient needs a separate cell, which makes Zhang Dianyu so heartbroken that he can't breathe.
He decided to use Seikestone's identity to go out and find out the real status of the prisoners—after all, he still remembered that Lecter had located Seikestone within a few hours. It's a pity that Saike Stone was already on-hook at that time, and it is estimated that he can only have basic questions and answers with him.
But at least the ogre still had a mealtime friendship with him—perhaps trying to develop a mealtime friendship.
Zhang Dianyu decided to go online as bait himself.
But he still used the identity of the warden to make amendments to the confinement regulations, because the warden who hung up the phone judged that he could directly end the ogre's confinement—this is a bit too much.
If he can still be like
From Banner's point of view, after Mr. Warden called Sykes to pass, the prisoner left the office without hesitation...is this normal
Is there a problem with his understanding
Banner hesitated for a moment, then knocked on the door of the warden's office.
The young warden changed his habit of sitting in a sofa chair and meditating, but picked up a document and paced slowly in the office without any expression on his face.
Banner thought for a while: "Mr. Warden? Do you have anything to do?"—Why did the person you called just leave
The pacing figure of the warden stopped, turned to Banner, and replied calmly and clearly: "No."
Banner: "...Okay."
Anyway, there are enough puzzling things about the warden, so let him quietly be an assistant.
Perhaps this is the secret, or tacit understanding, between the warden and his favored prisoners.
—but still puzzling, Banner thought.
And Zhang Dianyu, who took on the role of a prisoner, went to clean the cupboard to get a mop, and started his random exploration journey in the prison.
In prison, as long as the prisoner has a mop in hand, he may appear anywhere.
Even the shower in the warden's office.
As long as there is an area that needs to be cleaned, there will always be prisoners wandering there with mops on their shoulders, without any suspicion.
Seikestone's cell had already been assigned to the warden's office, so it was naturally impossible for him to go back to the cell, but having a mop in his hand was equivalent to getting a pass—he could even go to the opposite forest.
When the prison expanded to a road in the middle, Zhang Dianyu installed road gates at both ends of the street, and hired two new snipers to guard the two sides.
So the middle becomes a passable area.
Zhang Dianyu can occasionally observe on the map, from time to time, prisoners will walk to the opposite side, and a small orange or crimson figure is hidden in the middle of the woods.
Fortunately, this kind of behavior is impossible to escape from prison, so Zhang Dianyu didn't care.
The guards assigned to plant trees have been staying there these days, digging pits and planting trees diligently day and night, and the wasteland is gradually covered by patches of green.
Zhang Dianyu walked around with a mop and found that the prisoners in the prison had a rich spiritual life. From time to time, some people beat and blackmailed others in the shadows of the corner, which did not look like they were depressed at all.
At this moment, someone suddenly tapped him on the shoulder.
Zhang Dianyu turned around and saw a guard.
"Go to the armed police lounge to clean up." The guard briefly ordered, and then left.
Zhang Dianyu slowly opened the map of the prisoner's game panel, and saw the pixel villain in police uniform leaving on it.
From the prisoner's point of view, he doesn't know the other person's name. The prisoner's game panel will not show this either.
He grabbed an orange prison uniform who was about to raise his hand to beat other prisoners: "Do you know the name of the guard who left just now?"
Although he couldn't see the names of the guards, and he didn't know what the guards he saw on the warden's game panel actually looked like—because they were all just round-headed and round-brained pixel people on the map, but He knew the prisoner next to him.
This is one of the five informants initially recruited, and there are still three left. This one's name is Felix Oliver, and he knows 95% of the prison. He escaped under the surveillance of the gang leader, and he is an experienced second-five boy.
Oliver looked at him for a while, and said reluctantly, "It's the Joyce guard."
Bartholomew Joyce, the guard who likes to hang out in the closed area late at night.