Joyce and Lecter were interrogated separately, with the ogre, the rare victim, waiting outside the interrogation room.
Zhang Dianyu slightly raised his eyelids and frowned slightly.
Joyce's blood-stained guard uniform had been replaced with a gray-and-white one-piece prison uniform, and two paramedics stood by his side to prevent him from suddenly violently injuring others.
As for his mental state, a professional psychiatrist is still needed to evaluate him—but he doesn't look normal anyway, and he probably won't be able to escape by wasting a padded cell.
Among prisoners, the label "former law enforcement officer" can easily make them physically harmed, which means that if Joyce is not isolated, he may be beaten to death by prison gangsters in a short time.
The so-called isolation means a separate activity area, including showering, dining, and ventilating.
That is of course impossible.
The closest thing to being isolated from the other prisoners in the prison right now is the Joker, and the other one is the one who knows Peter's identity.
Although he lost a hand when the pistol exploded, he was fine mentally.
Zhang Dianyu forced him into a padded confinement room in the psychiatric ward, declaring him crazy. This was quickly recognized by others, because this person not only almost assassinated Mr. Warden, but also claimed that the weakling intern assistant was Spider-Man.
Fortunately, he still has more than 100 years in prison. Moreover, he suffered from mental illness in prison, and obviously had no chance to apply for parole until he was cured.
Zhang Dianyu planned to keep him "crazy".
For this prisoner who had opened the door to a new world for him, and let him discover that the warden in the prison and the prisoner who may be seriously injured, he would be kind enough not to send him to the transformer room.
Of course, the most fundamental reason is that Zhang Dianyu found that in this game world, he also seems to need to comply with the basic rules of behavior—for example, secretly murdering prisoners here is obviously not allowed. On the day the matter is revealed, I am afraid that he will live in the prison cell he personally built.
Considering his good days as Seikestone, he doesn't want to go to prison just yet.
What's more, "former law enforcement officers" are easily beaten to death, and the prison career of "former warden" may not be smooth sailing.
When Zhang Dianyu was Seikestone, he didn't think about how to face Peter in the future, because at that time he thought he had completely become Seikestone.
But when he returned to the warden, he found that he didn’t need to solve this problem anymore—because the warden’s response words were too scarce when he hung up, it seemed that Peter had misunderstood it, thinking that Mr. Warden planned to avoid this secret. don't talk about it.
Zhang Dianyu just pretended to expose the matter.
No one brought up Spider-Man again until Peter's internship was over. In fact, Zhang Dianyu forgot, after all, Peter is not "Spiderman" here, but just a trainee boy who is loved by almost everyone.
While Zhang Dianyu frowned and thought, Joyce who was opposite did not respond. From the moment he decides to kill the ogre, Joyce seems to have dropped his disguise—his mental state is clearly not normal.
Zhang Dianyu felt a headache. He didn't know if Lecter had induced Joyce to be like this. He even failed to ask why the other party assassinated the ogre.
The mentally ill was obviously immersed in his own world, Zhang Dianyu tried to draw conclusions from his fragmented answers—finally decided to hand him over to Strange to worry about tomorrow.
After all, he is here on a psychiatrist's salary with a 50% cut.
Joyce was taken to a padded confinement room by nursing staff, and Zhang Dianyu gave him the highest isolation treatment—permanent confinement.
Unlike another prisoner who had the honor, this time it was really about his safety.
After all, if Lecter was to blame for his mental problems, then maybe there was hope for recovery? Zhang Dianyu's requirements have now been lowered a lot. As long as any mentally ill prisoner can become a normal prisoner, he is even willing to give them a chance to reduce their sentence.
After all, no matter how many confinement rooms there are, there will be a day when they run out.
After Joyce left, Hannibal Lecter sat down opposite Zhang Dianyu again. Unlike Joyce, he still had a lot of dried blood on his body. The healing needles of the prison doctor can make their blood bars full, but they can't help them change clothes with one click.
Lecter's voice sounded a little happy: "We meet again, Mr. Warden."
Zhang Dianyu: "..."
He must have been so soft last time that Lecter forgot how miserable he had been treated the past two weeks.
Zhang Dianyu cut to the chase: "Doctor, do you hate me?"
Lecter raised the corner of his mouth slightly: "If I hate you, Mr. Warden, then you should not easily know this."
"I agree." Zhang Dianyu said, "I have considered your performance during this period of time and provided you with a new cell—tell me what is going on with Joyce, I know he has been seeing you all this time."
"You know, of course." Lecter smiled a little, "Bartholomew Joyce... he is very cautious. He will avoid other people's eyes and ears, and there are no surveillance cameras in the prison."
Zhang Dianyu: "..."
There is no way to talk about this, is this Hannibal Lecter a bug hunter
"So, I made a mistake in my judgment." Lecter slowly raised his eyes and looked at Zhang Dianyu. "Mr. Warden didn't find out that Joyce wanted to kill me, so he transferred me to an ordinary single cell?"
In the dim interrogation room, the young warden's face was gloomy, and he pressed his hand on the interrogation table: "Normal?"
Lecter paused slightly. Is the point the word "ordinary"
Zhang Dianyu was very angry.
Can a spacious deluxe single cell with a bookshelf and TV and a personal shower be called "normal"
The two stared at each other in silence for a while, and Lecter felt slightly puzzled. Judging from the warden's reaction, it seemed that he thought his attitude was too contemptuous.
And Zhang Dianyu, who had just placed the extra mortuary table during the day and was about to divide a new room in the morgue, felt very unhappy. He originally planned to transfer the clown back to the morgue, hoping that they could escape from prison as soon as possible.
He even considered whether the cells in the morgue were too luxurious, which would slow down their escape plan and make them live too comfortably here.
As a result, when Hannibal said the adjective "ordinary", he actually felt a little unhappy.
Zhang Dianyu opened the map and took a look. The construction team was hurrying to build new cells in the morgue. He simply deleted the shower that was being installed, divided the shower in the original cell into a public area, and built a wall to reduce the size of the cell.
As for what problems the ogre and the clown would cause by sharing the shower—that was out of his control.
Anyway, as long as the guard didn't take the initiative to murder the criminal, his biggest responsibility was just to pay a fine for his lack of supervision.
After taking in more than 200 prisoners, the assets of the prison are growing day by day, and it is no longer the time to pay a fine.
Zhang Dianyu looked at his watch expressionlessly.
This is a small trick he has used to cover up the observation map during this period of time.
Lecter's cell is currently only a little reduced in size. But if he doesn't escape this week, Zhang Dianyu plans to remove his TV set, and if he doesn't escape the prison next week, he will remove his bookshelf, and if he doesn't escape the prison next week, the toilet is gone.
The same goes for clowns.
Zhang Dianyu turned off the map, looking a little impatient. He tapped the table with his fingertips slowly, and looked at Lecter opposite: "So Joyce wanted to kill you—he went to find you every day, and you knew what he wanted to do, and you are still talking to him chat?"
Lecter raised the corner of his mouth slightly: "Why not?"
When their eyes met, Zhang Dianyu suddenly understood the reason.
It is true that Joyce is an admirer of ogres, but a mental patient has a broad mind, and he also wants to kill Lecter by himself—and the method is the same as Zhang Dianyu's speculated escape. It is not ready to start.
And Lecter is also planning to take advantage of this, so he will be kind to Joyce.
Psychopaths attract other psychopaths, and the victim is Zhang Dianyu—the total prison asset.
In a series of events, only he lost a padded cell.
Zhang Dianyu: "..."
He will get Lecter to pay back this debt sooner or later.
Of course, what he means is real property, and has no other implication. Whether Lecter's life is miserable or not is not very important.
Zhang Dianyu maintained a thoughtful expression, and the sound of his fingertips tapping on the table softly echoed in the interrogation room.
The undercover superheroes in the prison have shared a lot of business for him. Peter has been running for more than a month, and Strange is still trying to transform into a psychiatrist—of course he also paid a little salary.
As for the super criminals—Professor Lizard and Killer Crocodile were missed by Zhang Dianyu at the beginning. At that time, he was playing Seike Stone, who was imprisoned every day. But after he returned to his identity as the warden, he was surprised to find that the relationship between aquatic animals that he thought was dead had suddenly improved a lot.
Although Professor Lizard refused to become a tunnel searcher, the two still share a room in a cell in the courtyard and have a good relationship.
It's a pity that Professor Lizard has a bad temper—worse than the well-known bad-tempered killer Crocodile, and he has always held grudges against Zhang Dianyu's "Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles" speech, so he can't find a chance to find him a part-time job.
Zhang Dianyu had no choice but to give up temporarily.
Fortunately, the government subsidies brought by the transfer of prisoners are relatively high, and it is not free.
But ordinary felon Hannibal Lecter is different! He did not bring high subsidies and occupied a luxurious cell.
Zhang Dianyu tilted his head and looked at Lecter for a while, then smiled slightly.
Lecter looked a little puzzled. He didn't know why the warden was smiling, but the smile was obviously malicious.
"I understand." Zhang Dianyu nodded slightly to the nurse next to him, "Send Dr. Lecter back to the morgue."
In the subsidy page, there are some new tasks that can be accepted. Most of them are social welfare services and orders from factories. Since the remuneration is not very generous, and if the prisoner has any problems outside the prison, the prison needs to pay for it, so Zhang Dianyu has been ignoring it.
Unlike in the workshop where products such as license plates and wooden beds are made through learning, these orders are so strange that Zhang Dianyu is not sure whether the prisoners can complete them.
If it is not completed, not only will you not get the money, but you will also have to pay liquidated damages.
Zhang Dianyu didn't have high hopes for those prisoners with low IQs—but among the new prisoners were not only Hannibal Lecter, but also several Hydras who were in confinement, and members of the Clown Gang. Undercover with criminals who have not yet been exposed.
These are the best of criminals, the scum of scum—the one thing they all have in common is that they're pretty smart and should be able to complete the order.
Zhang Dianyu could take this opportunity to expand the size of the prison. But before that, he plans to build a prisoner reception.
Every time a new prisoner enters the prison, some contraband will be brought in.
Ordinary contraband is nothing more than cigarettes and drugs, which prisoners will trade privately, or donate to gang leaders to gain some privileges.
But these special prisoners are different. For example, Hydra, the first transfer of prisoners, was able to take out a gun from its pocket.
Obviously new prisoners will be searched when they enter prison, Zhang Dianyu has nothing to do with the pixel guards. From a certain point of view, they can be regarded as excellent employees who work 24 hours without complaining, but their behavior is controlled by the settings. As long as there is no real prisoner reception area established, they will search the new prisoner. As if blind.
But as long as there is a prisoner receiving office, those new prisoners who come in undercover will be strip-searched, and no contraband will be brought in.
And from another point of view, the contraband they bring in can also bring in an income.
The reception area for prisoners was set up at the entrance of the prison, and Zhang Dianyu divided the original visiting room in half.
Although there are not many relatives of prisoners who come to visit their families, and even judging from his to-do list, there are dozens of families queuing up, but the problem is not very big.
Anyway, it may not be possible to get out of prison, so why bother with unnecessary thoughts? Wouldn’t it be better to see some noodles so that prisoners can reform with peace of mind
The whole night was spent again in the busy work of the engineering team.
Zhang Dianyu encountered many obstacles on the way back to the office. Since he replaced all the green staff doors with prison doors, many places have guards to open the doors.
Zhang Dianyu recalled for a moment, Joyce's dark circles suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, and he touched his chin thoughtfully.
Could it be lack of sleep that spurred this psychotic ogre follower to suddenly abandon his plan to attack Lecter directly
Although he didn't particularly care about the cause of Joyce's illness, he did have the idea of renewing the door-it was a bit of a big project.
In addition to asking for money, you also need electricity.
It has been almost a month and a half since he entered the game, and he began to consider replacing the doors of the entire prison with electric control doors, so that as long as the guards are in the security office, they can control the doors of the entire prison.
Zhang Dianyu is sure that Joyce will not be the only person in the prison with evil intentions. But obviously there is no way to find out all the dangerous elements, so the flow of people can only be controlled.
In addition, it also includes installing metal detectors at the entrances and exits of important rooms, and installing cameras in places prone to friction—such as showers? Zhang Dianyu thought about it. If there were cameras, maybe the guards could remotely watch the prisoners taking a shower, and the walls between each cubicle in the shower room could be removed, allowing them to huddle together and run naked again.
Anyway, queuing up to take a bath is now under the full surveillance of the guards, and most prisoners should have gotten used to it.
Prisoners who are not used to have also asked for benevolence.
Although this amount of money does not seem to be much, but the scale of the prison is growing day by day, and overall it is not a small amount. So everything can only be realized after the admission of new prisoners, because the arrival of new prisoners means more subsidies.
In addition, there is the window problem that Hannibal Lecter reminded—Zhang Dianyu still has some hesitation about this. It's not a small sum to have windows everywhere, and do the prisoners really need them
Zhang Dianyu thought for a while, and decided to ask Strange to make a questionnaire.
In the early morning of the next day, the guards and paramedics escorted the Joker out of the psychiatric ward, and had a face-to-face meeting with Strange, who came to work.
He was obviously a little shocked by the clown's reappearance, and paused for a moment to think.
"Doctor," said one of the nurses, "Mr. Warden would like you to come over."
The clown tilted his head to listen to the conversation between them, and asked with a smile, "What about me—I also want to see Mr. Warden."
"402001, shut up." The armed guard next to him was stern, "You are not allowed to know that the destination is the warden's office."
Strange: "?"
The clown laughed loudly, and his steps, which were already bound by the chains, became even more staggering.
Strange arrived at the office with the clown, and Mr. Warden looked relieved when he saw him: "Thank you, doctor—but you don't have to escort the clown here yourself."
"All the nursing care was used to escort the clown," Strange said blankly, "I can't get into my office."
Zhang Dianyu: "..."
"And the nurse informed me that you have business with me, Mr. Warden," Strange continued.
Zhang Dianyu glanced at the clown who was being fixed on the chair by the nurse, and subconsciously wanted to close the door behind his back—after all, the conversation with Strange obviously shouldn't be heard by the prisoner.
Then he remembered that he had no door.
He pointed to the staff lounge outside: "Please wait here for a while."
Immediately after he turned and returned to the desk, the clown looked at him with a grin.
Zhang Dianyu couldn't help wrinkling his nose. There seemed to be an unpleasant smell in the air, and the source of this smell was—
He couldn't help but cast a glance at the notorious lunatic opposite.
"He's a mess—isn't he?" laughed the Joker cheerfully. "You won't give me the cards, my Mr. Warden, you're a little rascal."
Zhang Dianyu had nothing to say.
Compared with Lecter who can always find the point from a few words, the clown's crazy words make him even more incomprehensible.
Or too lazy to guess.
He directly ignored the clown's words, and signed the document in front of him: "Mr. Clown, because—the recent treatment has been quite effective, you are allowed to be transferred to another cell and temporarily leave the mental ward."
The clown tilted his head and stared at him, with interest in his dark green eyes.
Only the most proficient in nonsense can say "You're on the mend" in the face of a clown's insolent grin.
Zhang Dianyu raised his eyelids slightly, and threw a piece of paper to the nurse next to him.
"Mr. Clown, the new schedule will be passed to you by the guards—take him away."
The clown wrinkled his nose, and his voice sounded a little wronged and innocent: "Mr. Warden, aren't you going to play with me?" He lowered his voice and said word by word: "I'm not bad at all. …”
Zhang Dianyu: "..."
Adhering to the principle of fairness and justice, he glanced at the clown and replied in a flat tone: "Yes, your behavior is in line with the prison regulations."
In addition to bringing Harley Quinn, and blowing up the gate of the west wing of the mental ward.
"So," Zhang Dianyu continued, "this is a reward for your good performance. Please keep working hard, Mr. Clown."
The clown pursed his lips: "I don't like you anymore, you're lying."
Zhang Dianyu: "..."
He waved to the guard expressionlessly: "Take Mr. Clown to the morgue."
Apparently, the clown now has no ability to resist. The overnight sedative has not expired. He was roughly pushed into the cell of the morgue by the guards, but obviously the arrangement here has also changed slightly—for example, this is no longer the only cell in the morgue. the prison cell.
In the prison schedule, 7-8 o'clock in the morning is the shower time, and Hannibal Lecter has realized the dissatisfaction of Mr. Warden through the fact that the shower room was partitioned out of his cell.
But obviously he didn't transfer himself to this cell because he wanted Joyce to kill him.
Lecter came out of the shower wiping his hair.
He met a face with an exaggerated smile, and his wide eyes were full of interest.
Well—now he knew what Mr. Warden was thinking.
After Killer Crocodile and Professor Lizard, Ogre and Clown are also indirect roommates—although they don't share a room, they share a shower.
For the average person, this can be overwhelming.
But Lecter doesn't, and the Joker certainly doesn't. In addition, Zhang Dianyu, who was observing the morgue on the small map, was also full of curiosity about it.
Someone knocked on the wall, waking Zhang Dianyu from his contemplation—of course this was superficial, but in fact he was studying the ogres and clowns on the map.
The two of them were facing each other at the door of the shower room, and a fight between wild animals was about to happen.
Zhang Dianyu turned off the map regretfully, because he found that he had forgotten Doctor Strange, and the doctor seemed to have a bad temper—of course, as a surgeon, Strange was proud and self-willed, and as a supreme mage, Strange Trange is not sure.
But anyway, as a psychiatrist, Strange didn't seem to be offended, but his expression looked a little indifferent.
"Mr. Warden, I've been waiting in the staff lounge for 30 minutes."
"Oh, Doctor Strange." Zhang Dianyu beckoned him to sit down.
The restraint chair specially prepared for prisoners had been removed, so of course he asked Strange to sit on the sofa next to him.
"Watch out for cactus, Doctor."
But it was almost too late when Zhang Dianyu reminded him. Fortunately, Strange was very cautious, and he had already heard about this cactus. Stark severely criticized it in front of him—to a cactus
Now he understands why.
"It's like this. Something happened in the prison last night. Someone planned to assassinate Hannibal Lecter." Zhang Dianyu looked at Strange, who was sitting on the sofa, "but the reason of the matter has been asked clearly—I just I want to inform you, doctor, that you have another patient."
Strange nodded slowly.
The words of the warden are obviously meaningless, and they are probably just the beginning.
"Are you a surgeon, Doctor Strange?" Zhang Dianyu asked suddenly.
Strange was a little puzzled by this question, because he had already given the answer during the interview.
"Yes, Mr. Warden."
"Excellent." Zhang Dianyu suddenly tapped his fist lightly on the palm of his hand, showing a confident expression.
Strange was a little confused.
"That's right, doctor, do you know Hannibal Lecter? A famous serial killer and ogre who brutally killed many people and cooked them for food."
Strange nodded slightly: "Yes, I know him, Mr. Warden."
He also knew that Hannibal Lecter was brutally locked in the confinement room by the warden, without eating or drinking, and continued his life through potions.
While such behavior is clearly wrong, no one seems to dispute it, not even the federal Bureau of Prisons.
Was the warden really good-looking, thought Strange, or was it a welcome thing for ogres to be treated like this
"Did you know that he used to be a well-known psychiatrist?" Zhang Dianyu looked at Strange, "And I recently looked through his files and found that he was also a surgeon."
Strange: "?"
There seems to be something wrong with the way things are going.
Zhang Dianyu smiled a little: "That means, doctor—I would say your career path seems promising."
Strange: "…"
Mr. Warden is a real chatterbox.