The alarm sounded all night, and Zhang Dianyu didn't sleep well.
He felt that he should close the game panel, but he always felt a little uneasy. After experiencing this series of events, he always wanted to leave the game panel open to monitor the whole situation at any time.
Until six o'clock in the morning, the guard suddenly came to report that the informant Oliver pretended to have a bad stomach and asked to go to the infirmary, and then took this opportunity to contact the guard, saying that he wanted to report something to the warden.
Zhang Dianyu: "..."
Anyway, he didn't expect to sleep anymore. For the safety of the informant, he still went to listen to what he wanted to say before the wake-up time and when the other prisoners didn't know that Oliver was reporting the situation.
Oliver was handcuffed to the interrogation chair, a little fidgeting.
The sound of footsteps came from outside, and he immediately raised his head, and when he saw the figure of Mr. Warden appearing at the door, he couldn't help but flinch again.
Mr. Warden's expression looked more gloomy than before, with a slight dissatisfaction.
Oliver let out a sob of despair.
Zhang Dianyu: "...?"
The sky had just turned white, and he was called to the interrogation room by the guards. As a result, the informant had an expression as if he was going to send someone into the transformer room.
To be honest, he couldn't bear it. This informant has been in prison for so long, and his understanding of the prison is now as high as 97%.
Not to mention that Zhang Dianyu was reluctant to deal with him, and he was even reluctant to let him out of prison.
Zhang Dianyu's eyes lingered on his prisoner points for a while, thinking of finding an opportunity to pick him up and drop him.
In this way, Oliver's shivering looks much more pleasing to the eye—Zhang Dianyu can assume that he has discovered his future destiny.
He yawned and loosened his tie slightly, and sat on the chair in front of the interrogation table, showing a pleasant smile: "I heard you want to see me?"
"Yes... yes, Mr. Warden." Oliver's voice was a little trembling, "It's Mr. Copperpot... He hopes I can convey to you that this is the first stage."
Zhang Dianyu casually sorted out the unfastened cufflinks due to rushing over: "What else?"
"No... sir." The informant replied shyly.
Zhang Dianyu: "?"
Just because of this shit, Penguin sent his informant to report the news at the risk of being discovered by other prisoners
It was a rather uneventful night in the prison. Coppert must have failed to sleep well and did not want him to sleep well, Zhang Dianyu thought angrily.
However, he frowned slightly as he looked at the bloodstains that covered half of the prisoner's dormitory on the map, and then at the morgue that was still empty.
Because he found that most of the results of the night were handcuffed in the blood-stained confinement room.
Since when did the Penguin act so lightly
Zhang Dianyu seemed to understand who "framed" him.
"I understand." Zhang Dianyu glanced down at his watch, then raised his chin slightly to the informant, "You can go, it will be time for the morning shower soon."
The prisoner seemed relieved.
The guards came over and unshackled him, and just as he was about to be escorted out of the interrogation room, Zhang Dianyu suddenly asked, "Wait, how long have you been in prison?"
Oliver almost went limp at the knees.
Generally speaking, this sentence appears before the climax of the movie, and it is an extremely distinctive flag. After asking the year, Mr. Warden would smile and force him to spy on Cobblepot. Finally, before the war started, he, Felix Oliver, the double agent between Mr. Warden and the gang leader, He will be the first to shed blood.
Oliver replied with a sad face: "It's been two years, Mr. Warden."
It has not been two years since Zhang Dianyu founded this prison.
But in fact, the setting of the game is different from the original prison built from scratch. Theoretically speaking, it only took a few days for Zhang Dianyu to start playing the game, and then he spent more than a month in the game.
And the old warden in Untitled Town also once managed this prison, which meant that its history would not be so short.
It existed before Zhang Dianyu appeared.
But these have nothing to do with him. He asked how long Oliver had been here, just to make sure he was one of the 101 inmates that were later taken.
Obviously, there is nothing wrong with the allocation of his prisoner dormitory-Oliver has long served his sentence in this prison, and he is indeed a prisoner in the dormitory in Area A, which is the first group of prisoners.
Coppert lives in District B, but obviously it doesn't affect his communication to District A.
This also confirmed Zhang Dianyu's previous speculation that there were also Coppert's informants among the new batch of guards.
But this is not what Zhang Dianyu focuses on. After confirming that Oliver is the same batch of pixel villains as the guards, he fell into a little doubt—why do they seem to be much smarter than the guards
Although the guard is easy to use, he does look like he has a low IQ.
The worst thing is that they don't even stop the prisoners from stealing contraband, and they seem to be blind with clear and flawless eyes.
Zhang Dianyu was tired.
He waved to the guard: "It's all right, take him back to the infirmary."
Oliver once again showed an expression of escape from death.
Zhang Dianyu: "..."
He felt that there were so many prisoner scenes that no one among the pixel guards could keep up with. Even Varen, who is slightly different, just has a little curiosity about things.
If it is not impossible to upgrade the pixel guards, then it seems that he should also protect the prisoners and observe to see if it is possible to make the pixel villains smarter.
But he thought about Valen again.
After the pixel villain has a little self-awareness, it seems to have a will to be autonomous-I don't know if this is a good thing.
Zhang Dianyu stood up.
There was no one in the interrogation room, and the sound of leather shoes touching the ground was hollow and loud.
In the original game, there was no such thing as an interrogation room. The informant only needed to be taken to the security center by the guards, and he could get the information after sitting in it for a while.
But it was obvious that he couldn't be so hasty now, Zhang Dianyu quickly separated the workers into a room. Install a few fewer lamps to create a depressing and dark effect.
This is the interrogation room, otherwise would he have to put a Christmas tree here
Zhang Dianyu went outside and looked at the time. It was exactly seven o'clock, the time for the prisoners to wake up. There was no one on the path, except for the chef who occasionally rushed into the kitchen carrying cardboard boxes.
He took a casual walk around the prison for a while, only to meet Strange head-on when he came to work.
The eyes of the two met, and Strange nodded hastily: "Mr. Warden."
"Doctor Strange." Zhang Dianyu also replied blankly.
The doctor's working hours are getting earlier and earlier—doesn't he need to sleep when he acts as a guest psychiatrist in the prison during the day and goes back to be the supreme mage at night
Zhang Dianyu fell into deep thought.
But on the quiet prison road, he slowly realized that he had turned on the game panel from last night to now. He could see buckets of steaming food on the serving tables in the dining room, waiting for the inmates to come in for breakfast after their shower time was over.
Zhang Dianyu, who had been eating meals of the same standard as the prisoners, decided to go in for breakfast first.
Anyway, every time the guards delivered the food to the staff lounge, it was almost too cold.
Zhang Dianyu walked into the restaurant.
Then he was silent again.
It was late when he returned to the office last night, and he didn't notice what he ate, anyway, it was all unpalatable mush—he just figured out today that in the state of the prison's financial deficit, Banner Meal levels have been adjusted to low.
It's a truly earth-shattering measure to save money. After all, all prisons have the same level of food and drink.
Dr. Banner has sacrificed too much for the prison's finances.
After he had eaten the steaming hot but green breakfast, it was eight o'clock sharp, and the prisoners began to pour in one after another.
Zhang Dianyu didn't want to be crowded with a group of big guys, especially when many of them still had blood stains on their clothes from last night.
So he left the restaurant and walked towards the warden's office, observing the prison car slowly driving into the edge of the map from the map.
He wondered who it would be this time.