The toilet area in the staff lounge is not large, and Zhang Dianyu can completely take advantage of it here.
The clown seemed a little confused.
He didn't understand why this young prisoner, who didn't look very smart or capable, suddenly showed a special aura.
As if right here and now, he could do anything.
Zhang Dianyu's viciousness is on the sidelines, even if Sekestone is going to be cold this time, he has to take this opportunity to take the clown away. In this way, a big problem was solved for the prison, and Seikestone was considered a worthy death.
He took out a table knife and stabbed it into the clown's lower abdomen, twisting it around and stirring it around.
At the same time, he grabbed the opponent's neck with his backhand like the clown did to him just now, and felt the cartilage between his fingers being crushed.
Stark simply didn't expect that the prisoner would burst out with such strength in an instant, so that when he separated the two, both were dying.
Zhang Dianyu felt the waves of fatigue and drowsiness welling up in his brain, he cheered up and looked to the side for the last time, and saw the clown with blood foam around his mouth, he seemed to choke himself from laughing.
He heard the sound of an ambulance.
And a line of prompts that appeared in front of me—
Obtained the title "King of Toilets": 900% effect within 1x1 area of the toilet, 500% effect within 3x3 area.
He simply passed out.
When he woke up, as he had guessed, he returned to his office, holding the clipboard that the warden loved most while hanging up, and stood in the middle of the office in a daze.
He raised his wrist and glanced at the time. The watch showed that it was 11:37 noon.
Banner seemed to have noticed the commotion inside the office without a door, walked over and poked his head out to take a look: "Mr. Warden, have you finished your sleepwalking?"
Zhang Dianyu: "..."
He even wondered if Banner had noticed something.
Banner walked back carrying the teapot, and Zhang Dianyu slowly sat back on the sofa. He thought back to the morning when he first became Sekestone, a few days had passed since the warden fell into a coma, and he had no idea what happened in the middle.
But this time, his missing time was only about half an hour.
Perhaps it is time-consuming to create a new "character"
He didn't know if the prisoner character Seikestone had died at this time, but judging from his feelings just now, he felt that he was almost dead, almost half of his face was corroded to the point of losing consciousness, only the severe pain reminded him He was injured there.
He even wanted to know if the clown was dead or not.
He sat there silently waiting for the call to come. If Seke Stone can survive until he goes back to prison, maybe there is still a way out
For some reason, he suddenly felt that he had returned to the "role" of the warden, leaving the taste of pain and death to the ignorant and ignorant of the world, which made him feel a little guilty.
Hanging up Sai Ke Stone doesn't seem to have any thinking of his own, but Adams and the guard who planted trees in the mouth of Killer Crocodile may not be any different from him.
And Seikestone has been inexplicably imprisoned since its existence, watched by the guards for eating and sleeping, and was also targeted by ogres.
Zhang Dianyu shook his head, feeling that his spirit might also be polluted—is he crazy, regretting a procedure
Not long after, Seikestone was returned—as a corpse.
Zhang Dianyu stared at the map silently, and then pushed two stretcher carts out of the prison cart. After seeing the people on it clearly, his vision went dark.
His character, Sike Stone, is dead, but the Joker and Hannibal are not only alive, but returned to prison.
But that's not all.
Zhang Dianyu opened the subsidy panel, and the sign of failure was shocking—this was different from canceling the original order. The liquidated damages seemed to be several times higher, and some compensation was also attached.
For example, the adults and children affected by laughing gas in the entire amusement park created riots to keep them awake, but no one died because of it.
It's just that the treatment fee for so many people is really expensive.
Zhang Dianyu felt suffocated.
The moment he clicked to pay the fine, he felt as if his heart skipped a beat. The sound of running gold coins rang piercingly, and the prison's finances instantly changed from green to red, becoming negative.
Even in the early days of the game, Zhang Dianyu did not have the option to open unlimited funds—meaning that prison assets should not have negative numbers.
And now, he's in debt.
The phone on the desk rang at the right time. Generally speaking, those who like to make this internal call are prison employees. Zhang Dianyu could guess with his eyes closed, this time it was either a lawyer or an accountant.
He gritted his teeth and answered the phone.
It was the call from the accountant, informing him that the prison assets were already negative at this time, and he recommended a loan. Otherwise, there will be no food in the prison, the prisoners will soon riot, and the weapons and equipment of the staff will gradually be unable to replenish, eventually allowing the prisoners to gain the upper hand.
In other words, the game is completely lost.
Of course, Zhang Dianyu, who was left with only the vest of the last warden, could not give up the prison, so he could borrow money.
Starting with one bad decision, he is now in debt.
Zhang Dianyu felt depressed.
I didn't expect the people in this game to be so good at spending money, and they still need to go for treatment when they are laughed at by clowns-this group of data does not belong to the prison, why can't they stand up for themselves.
Isn't it good to laugh a lot
The stretcher was taken to the prison hospital. Soon, Zhang Dianyu heard the sound of running water hitting gold coins, and 3,000 yuan went away with him.
The ogre who failed to escape from prison and the clown who was disabled by the 300% increase in Cyke Stone were revived with full blood.
Zhang Dianyu covered his face.
He almost had the idea of building the morgue with brick walls again—at present, it seems that he can't completely get rid of these two self-propelled humanoid money-consuming machines, so he can only think of other ways.
Make money first.
He reopened the subsidy page, planning to find a reliable way to make money in it. Obviously it's not easy, and most grants don't have to be thought through carefully, or you'll find it's easy to lose money.
He decided to temporarily abandon the order and receive some subsidies for the construction of the prison first. These grants from most government charitable funds help prisons to thrive, along with some guiding advice.
Zhang Dianyu found a generous subsidy in it - "to establish a correctional center for secret mutant juvenile offenders".
He knows about mutants, but also knows that superpowers don't work in prison.
Doesn't this mean that he can collect a lot of money as long as he takes in a few brats who have committed crimes? What's more, these people are not paid for nothing, they will also bring a subsidy just like other prisoners.
Zhang Dianyu looked at the amount of the loan and thought that he could first build them a very large dormitory and a very large canteen according to the specifications of other prisoners.
After sleeping and eating, other things are not so important.
Anyway, they don't have any superpowers here, as long as they don't escape from prison, they are locked up and wait for the subsidy to arrive.
Zhang Dianyu felt his breathing come back a little bit, as if hope was rekindled.
But first, he had to find an empty lot to build the correctional center on.
There was no more land in the prison at this time. If it was just now, he still had money to buy a new land, but now his loan is obviously not enough.
Then—he looked at the trees on the opposite side that were not yet full, divided a small piece of land from the middle, and decided to build the correctional center here.
He clicked to accept the subsidy, and at the same time an advance payment was also typed in. At least until the correctional center was completed, plus the amount of the loan, the prison could continue to operate.
Zhang Dianyu carefully read the tasks on the to-do list.
*Established a secret mutant juvenile offender correctional center
* Build specialized cells
* Build a dedicated restaurant and kitchen
*Establish a dedicated courtyard
*Take in 10 mutant juvenile criminals
From the perspective of tasks, this is no different from taking ordinary prisoners. Zhang Dianyu opened the option of room planning and looked at the above requirements.
Then he found that he really could only build this correctional center on the opposite side—because this so-called "secret" mutant juvenile offender correctional center really needed to build a separate facility and isolate it from the outside world, and it was forbidden to communicate with the prison. Feel free to enter and exit between other ranges.
Zhang Dianyu felt as if something was wrong.
Adding the word "secret", he felt as if a flag had been set up in his correctional center.
Isn't this the villain's secret agency in most movies? Children who specialize in secretly collecting superpowers, drawing some blood in private, copying genes, doing research, destroying the world and so on
Zhang Dianyu: "..."
He seemed to have turned on something extraordinary.
Just when he was lost in thought, someone came in from outside. The footsteps were heavy—not an embellishment, but the sound of a real iron guy stepping on the ground.
Zhang Dianyu even wondered whether the floor he had spent a lot of money on would be trampled.
He frowned slightly, and found that it was Iron Man who walked in. Stark was not wearing a visor, and his hair was a little wet, as if soaked in sweat.
As soon as he entered the room, he slapped the desk and asked, "Mr. Warden, what are you thinking?"
Looking at a handprint recessed on the desk, Zhang Dianyu feels that his desk seems to have been going through calamities today.
He raised his eyelids and asked indifferently: "Is there any question, Mr. Stark?"
"I thought Sike Stone—for God's sake I just learned his name—was the poor boy you sent after the Clown?"
Zhang Dianyu slowly made a question mark.
Seikestone is not young—otherwise he would not be in prison. Although he looks stupid, this description makes Zhang Dianyu sound like a mastermind behind the scenes. But he seems to be.
No—Zhang Dianyu thought for a while, he is himself, can this also be regarded as the mastermind behind the scenes
Zhang Dianyu glanced at Stark: "Do you have eyeliner in prison?"
"..." Stark froze for a moment, but he didn't intend to hide the matter now, "Mr. Warden, I do know that you gave the key to Sikestone Prison—I don't know if you are doing this Do you remember that he was a prisoner serving his sentence when he acted?"
Zhang Dianyu looked at Stark's almost soaked hair, and took out a towel from the drawer.
Stark: "..."
To be honest, he didn't know how to explain Seike Stone.
From an outsider's point of view, he does seem to have an unusual amount of trust in Seikestone—a bit odd.
But from his point of view, he felt that NPCs like Stark were a bit too much in charge.
His fines have already been paid, and the prison's finances are in deficit, so what else can he do.
Stark grabbed the towel, sat on the sofa next to him, and dented it.
Zhang Dianyu: "..." He is really poorer today.
"Mr. Stark, this is a prison, should you disarm your weapon?" Zhang Dianyu hinted.
Stark was silent for a moment, raised his arms, and the battle armor separated from his body piece by piece, and automatically smashed the only window glass and flew out.
"..." Stark: "Sorry, I will compensate the glass."
Zhang Dianyu seemed a little stunned.
He seems to be having a bit of a problem with money today.
Stark looked at his expression, and his tone softened a little: "Mr. Warden, I think what happened today is very inappropriate—Los Angeles is the original birthplace of Stark Enterprises, and I can't let clowns and cannibals go." The devil is acting recklessly here, I hope you can understand."
Zhang Dianyu came back to his senses.
He didn't pay attention to what Stark was saying, so he nodded casually.
"Okay, I see, is there anything else Mr. Stark has to do?"
Stark was a little stunned, and offered to leave after a while.
Zhang Dianyu opened the map and saw a little black fighter plane on the edge of the map—he guessed it was the belated Batman.
Zhang Dianyu suddenly realized.
No wonder I saw Superman and Iron Man today, but I didn't see Mr. Wayne who he specifically called to inform.
Because Mr. Wayne is in his Gotham right now—it's quite a long way from Gotham to get here, but he can't ignore it.
Zhang Dianyu felt that the gate of the prison was about to be leveled down by Chaoying from all walks of life today.
Fortunately, Superman did not visit.
After silently disposing of the clown laughing gas balloon, he sent the poisoned people to the hospital, and then disappeared among the crowd.
Zhang Dianyu looked at his watch, only one morning had passed, and he might have gone back to work.
Stark's words just now reminded him of Sekstone lying in the morgue, and then he remembered an important thing - both the Joker and Hannibal's cells were in the morgue.
Zhang Dianyu: "..."
Even if two mentally ill criminals are murderers, there shouldn't be... any bad behavior to the corpse, right
Even so, he opened the game panel and found Seike Stone lying quietly on the mortuary table in the morgue from the map.
The brown-haired youth had blood-red horizontal stripes under his feet, marking the word "death".
It was impossible to see where his injuries were from the map, but the snow-white sheets on the mortuary table beneath him were stained with blood.
Zhang Dianyu was silent for a moment, and then looked for the location of the clown and Lecter on the map.
They're not in the morgue.
Obviously, Zhang Dianyu thought for a moment and immediately understood—they went back to the confinement room this time.
He hesitated for a moment, feeling that the morgue duo could not continue to communicate there.
The confinement room is not their final destination, they still have to go back to the confinement room without meals. Zhang Dianyu manipulated the files of the two, and later the guards would send them to the only three highest-level confinement rooms in the prison.
When people are full, of course they want to do something interesting.
Still don't eat.
Zhang Dianyu subconsciously stroked his right eye, as if the burning pain still existed faintly.
Banner didn't know when he stood at the missing door, looking at him hesitantly.
Zhang Dianyu put down his hands and asked him, "Dr. Banner, what's the matter?"
Banner looked at his right eye following his lowered palm, thought for a moment, and said with some hesitation: "It's nothing... just, Sekestone..."
Zhang Dianyu: "..."
Today is already the second person who came to ask him about Sekestone.
How did he not know that Sike Stone was a starlet in prison
"Oh," Zhang Dianyu said, "I know, he's dead."
Dr. Banner's eyes widened slightly, as if he was shocked by this answer.
Zhang Dianyu was very puzzled.
Banner was even more puzzled. In his opinion, Mr. Warden is not a cold and heartless person. Seke Stone was ordered to monitor the movements of the clown, but died outside the prison.
And he had a long... unusual relationship with the jailer.
Mr. Warden actually just replied lightly, "I know, he's dead"
Banner felt incredible.
But before he entered the room, he saw Mr. Warden touching his right eye. He hadn't seen Sikestone's body, but he had heard Stark describe the horrors of his death.
The acid from the flower on the Joker's chest nearly corrodes half of Seikestone's head, but he fights back as he dies, nearly killing the Joker.
But he didn't end up being a murderer.
He's just a young car thief who ends up fighting a super criminal to his death.
Zhang Dianyu: "..."
For some reason, Dr. Banner looked at him with a sad expression, as if thinking of something—hell, he couldn't even guess what it was.
Did Banner know that the prison was in the red
Zhang Dianyu was startled.
Although he trusts Banner very much, it is better not to disclose the financial situation in the prison to the public at this time. After all, this is the foundation of everything. Even Peter is not very clear about this issue—but he is still young. , I don't quite understand the importance of money.
Zhang Dianyu thought about it carefully, but he was not very sure—age was not the only criterion in this regard, maybe Peter was also used to being poor, so that he was really in tune with the prison in this regard.
Zhang Dianyu subconsciously thought of Hulk's tattered purple pants—seemingly understanding why he chose Banner as his assistant.
Perhaps deep in his heart, he believed that Banner would feel the same way in this regard
In addition, there is Strange, the supreme mage with only a few dollars in his pocket, and he must also find a sense of belonging here.
Zhang Dianyu thought about it slowly, and suddenly understood something.
The construction of the prison requires everyone's joint efforts. Maybe he should disclose the financial situation of the prison