Stark walked back. He didn't dare to look directly at the prisoner lying on the mortuary table. In his opinion, even if Mr. Warden didn't want to admit it, Sikestone's death was also his fault.
But the warden just looked at him with a smile.
Stark felt a throbbing pain in his brow—too bad Mr. Warden was beginning to deny that the world was real.
He wanted to leave, but he failed to save Sekstone, leaving the Warden in a very unstable state - looking dangerous to others as well as himself.
But he didn't know how to turn the warden's mind around.
Stark was silent for a moment, then said, "Mr. Warden... Would you like a drink?"
He regretted it when he finished, it was a really bad idea. But since the warden is no longer under the control of reason, there seems to be nothing wrong with being immersed in alcohol.
But unexpectedly, Mr. Warden immediately rejected him, and his tone sounded very brisk: "No, no, no, no, I need to keep my head clear, and then I can think about it all—would you like to hear it? "
Stark was unwilling, but he could only say: "Okay."
Mr. Warden casually covered Sekestone's head with a white cloth, and even one corner was slightly wrinkled, revealing a bunch of twisted flaxen hair.
Stark frowned slightly.
The warden's reaction was a bit strange, as if he didn't care about Seke Stone lying on the mortuary table - which obviously shouldn't be. Or perhaps Mr. Warden began to deny that the lifeless body was his Sekestone
He sighed secretly.
Mr. Warden closed the door, and the corners of his eyes and brows seemed to be filled with joy. He took out a bottle of whiskey from the wine cabinet behind his desk and poured two glasses: "But you're right—we need something to cheer us up."
Stark: "..."
The warden leaned against the desk, handed Stark a glass of wine, closed his eyes for a while, and then spoke suddenly.
"It's like this—you can't see it, but it can be summoned to my eyes even if I close my eyes. I'm talking about this game board."
Stark: "..."
He thought for a while, then took a drink from his glass.
"I know this is a bit out of your imagination," the warden opened his eyes and looked at Stark, "but it doesn't matter, because you are a game character, and I finally found a way to get out of here."
Stark grudgingly responded, "... ok."
"Although it doesn't make sense to say this to you, but you know—I'm a little too excited." The warden licked his lips, and suddenly raised his glass.
Stark watched Mr. Warden lift his neck and pour whiskey down his throat, and felt that he should take this opportunity to give him a hand knife on the side of his neck, and then find a doctor to check him.
Then he lost the opportunity.
Mr. Warden put the empty glass aside, and the sound of the bottom of the glass touching the wooden table brought Stark back to his senses. He frowned and looked at the other party, the slightly excited face of the warden made his head hurt even more.
Why is Banner not here at this time.
"You know," Stark managed to organize his words, although he is not good at comforting people, "Sekestone he-"
"He's dead." The warden followed his hesitant tone, and even spread his hands, showing a nonchalant smile.
Stark: "..."
He changed his words decisively: "Can I borrow the bathroom?"
The toilet in the warden's office is set outside the hall, Stark thought when he walked in, it seems that Mr. Warden has to go to the toilet at night not far away - and his brain may be broken, thinking The damn question.
He carefully covered the door, glanced outside, and dialed Strange's number.
No one answered.
Stark became increasingly irritable, and he called a total of three times, but Strange never answered—is he playing a psychiatrist in this ghost place, and he still mutes when treating patients? Stark thought angrily.
He stuffed his phone back into his pocket and sat on the toilet thinking.
He didn't place his hopes on that half-baked psychiatrist who had just started working a few days ago, but Strange was the only one who could make him seek help within the prison.
And he had to think of a way, the warden's mental state was really not suitable for him to be alone. By the time they go out to discuss a solution, maybe the warden has turned the prison upside down—he's starting to think he has a game board!
Stark even wondered if Peter brought his game console when he came undercover, so that he planted such a seed for the warden.
If it is, he will have a good talk with the boy.
And Strange in the psychiatrist's office did not have time to answer the phone at this time. Just now, guard Anderson ran back to him in a panic, saying that he had found out something about Mr. Warden.
Strange couldn't help but get nervous too—about what kind of news could make Anderson so flustered.
Anderson was a little embarrassed: "Actually, doctor, as your assistant..."
Strange: "..." Can you stop talking about the detective
Anderson continued: "I saw Dr. Banner returned to the restaurant, so I asked him about his progress."
Strange tried his best to remain patient: "Guard Anderson... I think we conveyed our wish to the doctor to try our best to conduct the investigation without attracting the attention of the warden. Maybe the timing was wrong, so he left."
"Oh, Doctor, Banner said he went straight into Mr. Warden's room," Anderson said.
Strange: "…"
This doesn't seem to be the same as what he expressed when he found Banner
Strange rubbed his forehead: "You shouldn't expose yourself in front of Banner—at least one of us should stay in the dark." What's more, this guard looks like he doesn't have a high IQ.
Anderson scratched his hair. "I'm sorry...but Banner didn't seem to know something. I mean about the execution of prisoners in the transformer room, so I told him."
Strange: "…"
He covered his face in pain: "And then?"
Anderson glanced outside: "They're all waiting there now—Banner disagrees with your speculation, doctor, so I called that guard named Hall."
Strange pondered slowly: "You mean..."
Guard Anderson opened the door to the psychiatrist's office and led Banner and Guard Hall in from the outside.
"Well, Doctor," Banner said, "I'm sorry I didn't go according to your plan, because I believed Mr. Warden—and what Guard Anderson said convinced me that there seemed to be a bit of a misunderstanding."
Strange stood up: "Misunderstanding?"
"About the prisoner treatment in the transformer room, I heard the rumor from some prisoners." Banner glanced at Guard Hall, "Then, Guard Hall, please tell us—during the burning of the transformer room, Is this the current Mr. Warden?"
Hall guard shook his head: "It's another Mr. Warden."
Strange looked serious, and he glanced at Banner again: "So... how did you find out about this?"
Banner looked a little helpless: "Because I heard among the prisoners that Mr. Warden, who carried out a reign of terror, is bald."
Strange: "…"