Lecter smiled slightly, seemingly disapproving. His gaze fell on the layout of the office one by one, making Zhang Dianyu feel a little uncomfortable.
He leaned back slightly on the sofa chair, crossed his fingers, and asked with interest: "Are you analyzing me, doctor?"
"I have a question on my mind, Mr. Warden," Lecter replied, "and it drives me to find an answer."
Zhang Dianyu's raised eyebrows slowly fell back, and he said indifferently, "Then you can find it."
Lecter's neck seemed to pause slightly.
"I wanted to ask why you stopped our conversation last time," he said calmly, "it seems unnecessary to ask now."
"Oh, you mean this," Zhang Dianyu thought for a while, "because it wasn't a conversation, it was an interrogation—you're right, there's nothing in the prison for you to manipulate, so the interrogation is of course over." He suddenly smiled , "I didn't know this would bother you, doctor."
Lecter and Zhang Dianyu looked at each other for a moment: "Are you trying to provoke me with rudeness, Mr. Warden?"
Zhang Dianyu curled his lips and leaned his elbows on the armrest: "Doctor, how do I know when a psychopath will be provoked?"
Lecter smiled slightly: "You are indeed there, Mr. Warden."
"Interesting." Zhang Dianyu raised his eyelids, "but I've finished what I want to say—I hope you can take this as a kind of preferential treatment, doctor. Please pay attention, I don't like to see bloody cases."
Lecter: "Except for guards shooting prisoners?"
Zhang Dianyu: "Thank you for adding."
"I have to admit, I'm too arrogant, Mr. Warden, I thought you would ask me some questions like most of the visitors I see in prison." Lecter said slowly, "In return, I I want to tell Mr. Warden an answer you are eager to get."
It has to be said that the ogre succeeded, and Zhang Dianyu felt a little curious.
What he wants to know most now is why Peter buys so many unpalatable licorice candies, can Lecter tell him the reason
There was a slight smile on Lecter's mouth: "You want to know why the number of psychopaths in prisons continues to rise, don't you?"
Zhang Dianyu looked up at Lecter.
"Then I think I guessed right, Mr. Warden." Lecter looked at him and said, "From the look on your face, you think it's me, or the clown?"
Zhang Dianyu did not answer. Lecter tilted his head slightly, and his eyes fell on a ray of sunlight on the desk: "The answer is the window behind me." He looked at the slightly frowned eyebrows of the young Mr. Warden, and said with a smile: " Beautiful sunlight, not so easy to notice, is it?"
Zhang Dianyu thought about it, maybe it was indeed some kind of hidden parameter—after all, the game panel had windows after the first update, but he ignored it.
Can be installed, but not necessary.
Then there was the setting of the psychiatric ward in the game, but it didn't say exactly what kind of situation would appear in the psychopathic criminals-they just kept changing. Considering the two sources of mental pollution received in the prison recently, Zhang Dianyu couldn't help but suspect the clown and Lecter.
But now Lecter says it's because there is no window—of course, the possibility of him throwing the blame cannot be ruled out, but after thinking about it, it makes sense.
Lecter looked into Mr. Warden's eyes, and seemed to subconsciously look at the window behind him.
"This is the only window in the entire prison, Mr. Warden." He paused, "But it wasn't there before I was put in the solitary cell."
Zhang Dianyu didn't expect the ogre to notice such a small detail.
"My real question is," Lecter looked at Mr. Warden's slightly dazed face, and suddenly asked softly, "Is this world a bit unreal to you, Mr. Warden?"
Zhang Dianyu came back to his senses and licked the corner of his mouth.
Lecter didn't trick Mr. Warden into answering, and he didn't care too much. He smiled slightly: "Mr. Warden seems to have a hard time noticing things that are very common to ordinary people."
Zhang Dianyu thought for a while.
This Lecter seems more real than Iron Man and Batman, even as if someone secretly scanned his thoughts and revealed it to the other party.
Or he is just an AI for psychoanalysis, tested in the game.
Or maybe he's actually a gamer, obsessed with playing ogre.
Or, he is a real human being, while Zhang Dianyu and this game are outsiders.
The last one seems the most reasonable, but it doesn't explain why psychopaths and perverts from all over the country are sent to his prison, and it doesn't explain why Iron Man and Batman go to and from his prison all day long, and Spiderman takes off his suit Come here as an undercover agent.
It can't even explain why there are therapeutic needles in the prison that can instantly cure the dying, and the unreasonable engineering team that comes and goes like a wind, as well as the lawyers who answer the wrong questions and the silly pixel villains.
Zhang Dianyu shrugged slightly at Lecter: "Then what do you think, doctor, there is something wrong with my mental state?"
"I won't jump to conclusions. I don't know you yet, Mr. Warden." Lecter replied, "You can talk about yourself."
Zhang Dianyu picked up a licorice candy: "I can't get a doctor, your fees are quite expensive."
Hannibal Lecter smiled.
"You have many secrets, Mr. Warden."
"But even if I say something, no one will believe it." Zhang Dianyu replied seriously, "For example, this licorice candy," he paused, "if you eat it, you will lose your memory—I think it should be fine, maybe it is I'm a bit shady about this thing."
Lecter: "..."
Zhang Dianyu looked at the shivering nurse next to him, who seemed to have heard the name of the ogre for a long time, and wanted to plug his ears.
"Send Dr. Lecter to the morgue." He signed the document.
Lecter frowned: "This is even more rude, Mr. Warden."
"Oh, I think you misunderstood something." Zhang Dianyu smiled slightly, "I know that's not your hobby, and I don't intend to do something that doesn't respect corpses."
Lecter seemed to accept his statement, and did not continue to discuss the meaning of the matter, but said suddenly: "I am very glad that this conversation has progressed and allowed me to get to know you, Mr. Warden."
Zhang Dianyu looked at him.
"There will always be some subconscious truth revealed in the lie, isn't there?"
Zhang Dianyu wrapped licorice candies around his fingertips and waved to the guards.
Paramedics stepped forward and unchained the ogre, leading it to a cell in the morgue.
Zhang Dianyu was a little skeptical whether Lecter would escape from prison honestly—he seemed more interested in spying on Zhang Dianyu's past, but luckily he didn't.
He opened the game panel, and on the map, Lecter, who was wearing a gray and white jumpsuit, was imprisoned in a luxurious cell, and the guards were evacuating from the morgue.
Zhang Dianyu looked at the empty rows of morgues and slowly thought about it.
Now that the number of corpses is decreasing every day, maybe there is no need for so many morgues. It is really a good idea to pretend to be a dead body to escape from prison. If the ogre is not interested in this, you can also consider other people.
Like clowns.
Did the Joker say before that he wanted to go back to the morgue? Could that have something to do with that
Zhang Dianyu was thoughtful.
That night, the construction team got busy again, and scattered half of the unused mortuary tables in the morgue to various places in the prison—including but not limited to restaurants, kitchens, public rooms, laundry rooms, workshops, churches, and classrooms.
Only the space in the courtyard is limited, and there are no redundant mortuary tables for the time being.
In almost every place where conflicts may occur, several mortuary tables are placed on the spot, which can also save some time for the guards by the way.
Obviously, the mortuary tables cannot be listed on eBay to sell second-hand. If Zhang Dianyu wants to dispose of these purchased mortuary tables, he will not get a penny in return.
So he definitely wouldn't just throw them away.
The last two remaining mortuaries were placed by him in the opposite "forest" area that was gradually expanding in size—although it seemed that most of them were still wasteland.
Zhang Dianyu thought about it, no matter what happened to the corpse dug up by the tree planting guards, it seems that there is also a demand for facing the morgue.
Although the corpse seemed to appear a bit mysterious—someone even buried him in the ground, Zhang Dianyu didn't intend to pursue this matter.
Why did he track down a dead body that suddenly appeared? This is not a detective game.
But for some reason, the sudden appearance of the mortuary table on the opposite side seemed to have caused great trouble to the previous Joyce guards.
He - if that's true - might be crazy.
Because he suddenly appeared in the morgue that night, drew out a weapon and stabbed Hannibal Lecter. From his somewhat unhinged yells afterwards, it's clear that he intended to kill Lecter.
Zhang Dianyu saw this scene on the map.
When he first watched Joyce's guards walk towards the mortuary, he was filled with surprise, thinking they were going to leave early as planned.
But subsequent developments were somewhat unexpected.
Joyce on the map suddenly took out a knife as big as an arm, opened the cell door and stood beside the sleeping ogre.
Zhang Dianyu: "..."
Wait, if his guards murdered the ogre in his sleep—the blame seemed to be on Zhang Dianyu, who had laned against both of them within two days.
What's the matter with this guard, where is the promised Hannibal admirer
He quickly called the security director and asked him to send guards to stop it. Judging from the map, the blood of the two people had already spilled the entire floor of the cell during the fight, and the blood bars were whizzing down.
Fortunately, the guards arrived in time and stopped the two with stun guns.
The doctor who rushed to the scene afterwards, Zhang Dianyu watched helplessly as the total assets of the prison decreased by 3,000 US dollars, and then the two men in handcuffs woke up.
Zhang Dianyu sat in the interrogation room, staring gloomyly at the dark gray table in front of him. Joyce on the opposite side was a blessing in disguise, and his leg injury has also recovered. But his mental state was obviously not normal, and his eyes were staring straight at the air.
But Zhang Dianyu was very unhappy.
The ogre didn't escape, and it's unlikely Joyce, the restless guard, left and would stay—taking up a cell in a psychiatric ward.
The cooked duck just flew away.