"What do you remember about him?" Zhang Dianyu asked with interest.
The answer of the Warren guard was not unexpected: "He is the prisoner who was assigned to the kitchen labor."
Well, you can't expect a pixel villain to say more.
Zhang Dianyu nodded casually: "Go back."
The Warren guards did not leave.
It took several minutes for Zhang Dianyu to realize that he was still standing there, and asked with some doubts, "What's wrong?"
"Sir, I think I can accept this mission." Warren guard replied with a salute.
Zhang Dianyu thought for a while before he realized what the pixel guard was talking about without any previous context—he meant that he could be responsible for delivering food to the ogres in the confinement room
Lecter had shown interest in this guard before, so maybe he wasn't a random target.
Zhang Dianyu looked at the Warren guard, trying to see anything special from the guard's appearance—but there was nothing. He has an appearance that is automatically generated by the system. In Zhang Dianyu's view, he is similar to his colleagues.
As for personality—this thing doesn't seem to exist in the pixel villain, Zhang Dianyu can't tell.
Just like the century-old problem of which came first, the egg or the chicken, he also fell into the same confusion at this time. He didn't know whether the Warren guard was lured by the ogre, and gradually developed characteristics different from other pixel villains, or because of his specialness, he got Lecter's attention.
Zhang Dianyu walked around the desk and stood in front of the Warren guards.
The Warren guard didn't avert his eyes at all, and looked straight into his eyes.
Zhang Dianyu raised one hand to the air, paused for a few seconds, and then patted it on the guard's shoulder, then slowly clung to his ear and asked softly, "You know, deliver food to the ogre —is it possible to die?"
Warren Guard blinked.
"Yes, I know, sir."
Zhang Dianyu slightly raised an eyebrow.
"Delivering food to the prisoners in the confinement room may be murdered by the prisoner with the hidden weapon." The Warren guard replied in the same tone, "So you replaced the ordinary confinement door with a security door."
This is true, Zhang Dianyu didn't expect his little pixel people to understand this.
But that's not what he wanted to talk about right now, but how the ogre itself was a heinous criminal--I'm afraid his pixel guards would never realize it.
Not only that, they don't even have a sense of fear of death. Therefore, other guards often push the work of transporting corpses to them, and they will gladly accept it.
Zhang Dianyu slowly straightened up.
He originally wanted to protect the Warren guards from being murdered by the clown, but so far, a lot of changes have happened, maybe this is his fate
"Then add this to your recent job—except you, no one else can get close to the ogre." Zhang Dianyu ordered, "especially those guards who were recruited later. You can go to the security director to get the list, absolutely not Get them close to Lecter, understand?"
Of course Guard Warren didn't understand, but he just puffed up his chest and saluted: "Yes, Mr. Warden."
After the little guards left, Zhang Dianyu saw on the map that the decoration team formed by the prisoners had also been picked up by the vehicle sent by the Fast Real Estate Economic Company.
Of course, Zhang Dianyu had already ordered the foreman to select a few workers from the construction team and get on the truck with the labor team.
Although the original team should be composed of guards and prisoners—he did not reduce the number of conscripts and fellow guards, and even added a few non-staff workers. Of course, the Fast Real Estate Economic Company took them away with joy.
Zhang Dianyu felt that this time he would definitely be able to make money.
As for now, he intends to finish what he interrupted yesterday—about the repeated prison gangs and the people behind them.
When Cobbot the Penguin was brought into the interrogation room, his expression was not very good.
But he wisely didn't say anything—at least he didn't intend to speak until the opposite Mr. Warden spoke.
Zhang Dianyu looked at Coppert, who was handcuffed to the interrogation chair, and smiled slightly.
"Have you heard of your name for a long time?"
"You didn't," Coppert snorted coldly, "you even just found me in your prison, Mr. Warden."
"Well," Zhang Dianyu pretended to be surprised, "So, you have an eyeliner among the guards?"
Coppert answered him with a snout.
"Look, I've got a short sentence and I don't want to make a fuss—we'd better get along."
Zhang Dianyu couldn't help showing a smile, flipping through the prisoner files in his hand: "It's really short—pirated video games?"
Copperpot's complexion was even worse.
"I was framed!"
"Who framed you?" Zhang Dianyu asked.
"It's none of your business," Cobbot replied grimly. "You run your prison, and I'll take care of mine—just like before."
Zhang Dianyu raised his eyelids and glanced at him: "Is it related to the clown?"
Cobbot appeared to be choking, and then thumped hard on the arm of the interrogation chair—the only place he could reach because he was chained.
"I'm not his lackey, Mr. Warden," replied Copperpot, looking very angry, with lowered eyelids.
Zhang Dianyu raised his eyebrows: "—but I don't care too much."
"After you were almost killed by him?" Coppert showed a mocking expression.
Zhang Dianyu didn't answer, just smiled slightly.
"Felix Oliver," Copperpot said suddenly, "is one of your informants. I didn't have him disposed of—because I hoped it would show you my sincerity."
Zhang Dianyu was a little surprised: "Mr. Copperpot, you may enter the confinement room if you negotiate with me."
"Then Mr. Warden," the Penguin gritted his teeth, "what do you want? Don't say that you have no purpose in bringing me here today."
Zhang Dianyu looked at him, and lightly stroked his tie: "If I say, your crime makes me very curious?"
Cobbot looked like he was going to get angry.
"As I said, I was framed."
Zhang Dianyu casually clicked on the file with his finger: "So... have you downloaded the pirated game?"
Copperpot: "…"
Zhang Dianyu shrugged regretfully: "That's not really framed, Mr. Cobblepot."
Copper breathed out from his nostrils, but his expression became darker.
"Then, to be honest, you're right." Zhang Dianyu changed his tone, because the penguin looked a little furious, "I'm curious, why didn't you take your people out of prison while the clown was making trouble."
Copperpot raised his chin proudly.
"I don't have to work with him."
Zhang Dianyu almost believed it, but he didn't expose it. He smiled slightly, and tapped the file on the table: "I called you here and there is only one small matter for you to deal with—as long as you can do it, I will not disturb your leisurely prison time."
Coppert seemed to regard this as his compromise, and even eased his cold snort: "Then please state your conditions, Mr. Warden."
Zhang Dianyu smiled: "I want the prison to have only one gangster from now on."
Coppert suddenly looked up and stared at him, as if he wanted to jump up and hit someone: "This is a trivial matter? Mr. Warden, you want me to openly attack other prisoners in prison?"
"Harming the personal safety of others is prohibited in prison, Mr. Copperpot." Zhang Dianyu denied, "I just hope that you can actively ensure your own safety."
Copperpot: "…"
He lowered his head and thought for a while, and when he looked up again, he seemed to have agreed: "In exchange—"
"I can provide you with the genuine game." Zhang Dianyu interrupted.
Coppert was even angrier.
Zhang Dianyu spread his hands: "—and your other reasonable requests, Mr. Cobblepot."
Copperpot stared at him for a while with small eyes, and finally snorted: "My men need some rewards. They don't want their hidden snacks and toys to be found during the next full search."
The so-called snacks and toys obviously refer to prohibited tobacco, alcohol, drugs and weapons.
Zhang Dianyu agreed.
As long as Penguin promises to keep the prison gang under control, at least the two years he's serving his sentence—or before he escapes—the prison's bloodshed from gang fights can also be contained.
For some reason, he still found it strange that Penguin appeared here, and the strangest thing was that he didn't want to escape from prison.
But it doesn't look like a clown's thing.
Maybe it's because Gotham is tired and wants to change the environment for vacation, Zhang Dianyu thought.
As for the bootleg video games he's charged with, it's ridiculous by any stretch of the imagination—whoever got him in has a sense of humor.
After Coppert was escorted away by the guards, Zhang Dianyu opened the game panel to check the current informants.
The remaining informants were not lost, and one of them, whose suspicion progress bar was almost full, had miraculously not been beaten to death by other prisoners.
It seems that Coppert has long been interested in finding him to cooperate.
But he acted quite quickly. Not long after Zhang Dianyu returned to the office, there was a sudden noise of brawls from the prisoner gathering place on the game panel, accompanied by an alarm that the guards were trying to stop.
Zhang Dianyu zoomed in on the map, and looked at the prisoner whose health bar was decreasing—No. 202028 Scott Ainsley. For some reason, he felt a little familiar.
He stared at the game board for a while, then gave up.
Maybe it was because the gang leader who was chosen by the Penguin to perform the operation usually liked to make troubles and was a frequent visitor to the confinement room, so he was a little impressed.
Zhang Dianyu's eyes were attracted by another matter.
In the to-do list in the upper left corner, the number of receiving new prisoners is no longer 0, but has become 1.
That is to say, the transferred prisoners who have not been detained for a long time have appeared again.
Zhang Dianyu looked at the "number of prisoners received" and fell into deep thought. At this time, there was a transfer of prisoners, and he didn't know whether it was a good thing or a bad thing-but considering that the later ones were not as suffocating as the clown, maybe this was a good thing, just enough to help him fill the gap in funds.
The clown's escape made him pay another fine, plus the money spent on repairing the building and the treatment needles, it was dozens of times higher than the government subsidy he could get.
Zhang Dianyu never wanted to see his face again.
Whoever it is is far better than the clown.