In the psychiatrist's office, after the last prisoner who received psychological treatment left, Strange put their files into the light green filing cabinet behind them one by one.
There were footsteps at the door.
He paused, but he didn't look back. He was almost used to the strange freedom of movement in the prison all day long. From time to time, prisoners would wander in and look around.
For things that are not yet known, he will not comment for the time being.
Zhang Dianyu stopped and watched at the door. Regarding Hannibal Lecter, he found nothing but a long list of criminal records.
Then he remembered the Sorcerer Supreme who was a serious psychiatrist—and just stopped by to check out the mortuary.
Strange turned his head and found that the person at the door was Mr. Warden.
He glanced at his watch: "I'm off work."
Zhang Dianyu: "?"
What about the promised top surgeons with no real days off
Strange didn't leave, but looked directly at Zhang Dianyu with his piercing eyes: "Mr. Warden, is there something wrong?"
Zhang Dianyu: "No."
The two looked at each other wordlessly for a few seconds, Strange changed the doctor's white coat, said goodbye to Zhang Dianyu, and walked out of the office beside him.
Zhang Dianyu looked at the empty psychiatrist's office, and had no choice but to close the green staff door.
But he didn't leave immediately, but looked at the door for a while.
To tell the truth, he found that all the staff doors only needed the same key to open.
Is this still easy to jailbreak
He had discovered this from the very beginning. Unlike the prison door key, there is only one key for the employee door, and any employee can enter and exit the green door of the prison at will.
This is a normal thing, in the game, this green staff door means that prisoners cannot pass through.
Now things are different, there will always be more and more employees like Joyce, and Zhang Dianyu doesn't want them to freely enter and leave all the rooms.
The next day, when Strange came back to work, he found that the strange bright green door at the door of his office was gone, replaced by a dignified iron door - exactly the same as the prison door on the prisoner's cell.
Strange: "…"
Although he had some complaints about the prisoners being able to come and go freely in his office, he hadn't expressed his opinion on this matter yet. How would the warden know
Without a key to the cell, Strange had to go to the padded detention cell next door and find a paramedic.
When the nurse came to open the door, his expression was also very complicated: "Doctor, do you need me to be by your side for the psychological guidance later?"
The doctor looked rather thin, with graying at the temples, and if the prisoner suddenly fell ill in the psychiatric office, the doctor could not even run away.
The doctor gave him a cold look: "I don't like having people around when I treat patients."
After all, he didn't think this was considered treatment, and no one could be allowed to watch.
The nurses were bored, opened the door and left in despair. Strange strode into the office without hesitation, and ten minutes later, he started the psychological guidance for the mentally ill prisoners on time.
Not only Strange's door, Zhang Dianyu at this moment also felt a little bit pained at the prison door he had replaced yesterday on a whim.
He can't get out of the office.
You must know that the warden does not have the prison door key in his hand, and he just evacuated all the employees from the building a few days ago.
Zhang Dianyu, who was crying behind the bars, stood in front of the door in thought, until Banner next door came back from the restaurant, changed his clothes and went to work in the assistant room, only to find Zhang Dianyu standing behind the iron door thinking deeply.
Zhang Dianyu: "..."
Banner was taken aback: "Mr. Warden, do I need to ask someone to open the door?"
In fact, Zhang Dianyu is not completely unable to get out, he can call the security director to find the guards, but he is thinking whether to tear down the door.
He deeply forgot Banner's glance, shook his head and refused: "No need."
Banner: "..."
A few minutes later, workers in yellow coats came and knocked down the prison door.
But Zhang Dianyu did not ask them to put the staff door back for the time being—the danger in the prison does not only come from the prisoners, he needs to think about how to handle the door properly.
Banner didn't know what strange new ideas the warden had recently, but he decided to be cautious in his words and deeds and not to ask any more questions.
You must know that he will go to the courtyard to take a group of big men to do yoga in an hour. After he became an assistant warden, his morning yoga class was compressed to an hour, between breakfast and lunch.
Had he known that things would develop like this, he would never have accepted the position of acting psychiatrist.
Yesterday the warden went out before dinner, and when he came back, he replaced all the staff doors in the entire prison with cell doors, so that all the guards and nurses were in an extremely busy state—because only their hands had The key to the cell door.
Banner originally thought that this new policy was aimed at the Joyce guard yesterday. After all, that person said a lot of bad things about Seikeston in the warden's office yesterday, and the warden seemed unhappy.
But today he saw Guard Joyce at the entrance of the cafeteria, with two huge dark circles under his eyes, limping along, exhausted to the point of losing consciousness.
Banner: "..."
He believes that the Joyce guards may not have time to target Seike Stone in the recent period.
At this time, Zhang Dianyu was sitting on his sofa chair, leaning on the armrest with one elbow, and opened the mini map to check the status of Hannibal Lecter.
His health bar dropped a little, it seems that Joyce yesterday did not dare to continue to engage in petty tricks in private.
Of course, he didn't realize that the Joyce guard was dragging a broken leg, had only slept for three hours, and spent the rest of his shift opening doors.
Even if he knew this, he wouldn't feel wronged in the slightest—he had offered to give Joyce a leave of absence, and he had declined it himself.
Anyway, when Lecter is transferred to the cell in the morgue, even without Joyce, he can figure out a way to escape from prison—except for eating, bathing, letting the wind out, and sleeping for a fixed 8 hours without leaving the cell , the rest of the time is free, isn't it enough for him to get into a mortuary table and pretend to be a dead body to escape from prison
The morgue has a vast area, filled with mortuary tables, and at this time, as the operation of the prison is gradually getting on track, a large number of mortuary tables have begun to be vacant.
Zhang Dianyu was not against the escape, but he was against the troublesome riots.
He also thought about reducing the size of the morgue, until he discovered a new escape route through this incident.
Safe and harmless, simple and fast, and highly targeted-only prisoners who have been transferred to the morgue can have this honor.
Due to the contract he signed with Stark, he was not able to let the prisoners escape on a large scale. But some people, it would be better if they can go quietly.
The new attempt started with Hannibal Lecter.
Zhang Dianyu's fingertips landed on the armrest, making up his mind.
Hannibal Lecter's brig was opened. It was the first time in a long time that someone had walked into the cell while he was not in a coma.
There were a few guards with guns standing at the door, aiming at his vitals from all angles.
He'd heard a lot more from the nearest guard who liked to talk to him, more than he'd heard from the prisoners—because the prisoners weren't reacting like normal people.
In this prison, as soon as he started to attack the staff, he would be shot dead in an instant with armed guards nearby.
The Federal Bureau of Prisons and the Department of Justice are all but ignored.
Lecter slowly raised his hands above his head, but there was no difference in his expression.
The nurse in charge of mentally ill prisoners next to him ordered nervously: "Turn around, put your hands behind your back, and back to the door."
Lecter did as he said, and a pair of handcuffs quickly bound him. The chains wrapped around his waist and hung down, locking together with the shackles on his feet.
He tilted his head slightly, this is the attire he wore when he was escorted into the prison van last time.
Maybe it means he will be transferred to another prison.
On the night Joyce didn't show up, something happened.
But unlike the previous escorts, no one covered his eyes with a hood this time—although it was useless, he could still calculate the approximate distance from his footsteps and time.
He walked out of the confinement room under the escort of several armed guards and paramedics, when the sun suddenly shone, causing his eyes, which had not seen the sun for a long time, to narrow slightly.
In front of you is a well-paved gravel road, and turning right is the gate of the prison, and the prison car will be waiting outside.
But unexpectedly, he was escorted by the guards and turned to the left.
The innermost part of this direction is the newly built psychiatric ward, where the clown is held.
Lecter certainly knows that in the eyes of the world he is a mentally ill criminal - although he believes that things cannot be simply generalized.
But he doesn't think the warden intends to "cure" him kindly.
After a while, he found that his destination was not the psychiatric ward, but the warden's office next to the confinement area.
This situation is not uncommon.
Even when the psychiatric hospital is strictly guarding against him in all aspects, there are always various government departments who want to turn to his rich knowledge in criminal psychology.
— Or experience
Lecter was taken to the warden's office.
The door to the office had been removed, and fresh crash marks remained on the frame, proving it wasn't that long ago.
But he is not a police detective, this matter has nothing to do with him, he is just a psychiatrist.
What kind of person would tear down the door of his own office
He was securely chained to the chair in front of the desk by the nurse, with armed guards still standing by. Mr. Warden was sitting on the sofa chair opposite, casually holding a licorice candy in his mouth, his eyes were looking back and forth at him. After meeting his eyes, he smiled brightly, and took down the weird thing calmly.
"Doctor Lecter, how are you doing these days?" Zhang Dianyu paused, "Don't answer me, this is just a polite way - I'm going to provide you with a new cell, you will like it very much."
Lecter looked Mr. Warden in the eyes and replied slowly, "But you don't know what I like. Do you, Mr. Warden?"
Zhang Dianyu smiled: "Oh, I know, doctor."
Stop talking nonsense, and escape from prison quickly.