Banner saw the old warden sitting on the sofa with his head slightly lowered, his back seemed to be a little stiff.
He thought about it, Mr. Warden is still too young to understand that the elderly need a good resting space. There are still many empty rooms in Mingming Building, which are also very suitable for converting into bedrooms.
"Mr. Warden," Banner said, "if you need it, I can help sort out the psychiatrist's office next to it for the old warden to rest."
Zhang Dianyu raised his head from his contemplation, seemed a little confused by Banner's proposal, and blinked before slowly recovering.
He really didn't think about it.
In fact, yesterday he had no time to pay attention to the old warden, so he simply left him alone.
Anyway, when he is hungry, he will go to the staff lounge to find food, and if he is sleepy, he will find the nearest "item that can provide rest" to restore his fatigue bar.
The bald warden can take care of himself by himself.
So in fact, Banner guessed right, the old warden really slept on the sofa last night. When his fatigue value reaches the full bar, he will automatically fall asleep.
Zhang Dianyu was lucky enough to see this scene, and felt a little strange in his bewilderment.
In reality, though, his employees were pretty much the same. However, Zhang Dianyu, who never went to the staff dormitory to squeeze into the Datong shop, had never seen such a scene in person.
Zhang Dianyu wanted to tell a random lie and say that the old warden could sleep in the same room as him, but he stopped in time.
Banner has a criminal record. Last time, he felt that he had an affair with Seike Stone, so he must not talk nonsense.
So Zhang Dianyu thought about it carefully, and thought it would be good to prepare a room for the old warden, and let him walk around in it at ordinary times. It also prevents him from running around and showing his feet, and people find that he sometimes becomes mentally retarded like a pixel guard.
"Then... let Mr. Fergus sleep in Sikestone's cell—I mean in the room." Zhang Dianyu said, "Let the construction team come over later and tear down the cell door inside."
Zhang Dianyu opened the game panel casually as he spoke, and changed the small room planned as a prison cell into an ordinary room.
This is not a staff lounge or a dormitory, so you can avoid pixel employees with low IQs coming over to rest all the time.
When Peter was still living here, from time to time he would find someone slipping into his bed and sleeping.
Peter's jaw dropped in shock at first, but he gradually got used to it. He would sit on the small round stool next to him and play with his mobile phone until the resting Pixel employees woke up and left.
Zhang Dianyu persuaded him a little bit. In fact, the pixel employees will rest in another place when they are woken up. But the boy insisted that employees work 24 hours a day, can only rest for a while, and should not be disturbed.
As their boss, Zhang Dianyu could only leave with a guilty conscience and pretend nothing happened.
Banner seemed a little confused by his words, he tentatively asked: "Mr. Warden, you mean... Sikestone's cell?"
Zhang Dianyu glanced at him cautiously, recalled what he said just now, and answered after confirming that there was no problem in it: "... yes?"
Banner was silent for a moment: "I see, Mr. Warden."
After speaking, he turned and left the office.
Zhang Dianyu: "?"
Wait a minute, what did Banner understand? Why didn't he understand at all
Outside the office, Banner returned to the assistant's position and slowly pushed away the bookshelf behind him. At this time, it is the time for the cell door to open automatically, allowing the prisoners to go to the dining room to eat by themselves.
The room has been tidied up by the cleaners. After the cell door is removed, Mr. Fergus should be able to live in directly.
A few minutes earlier, Mr. Warden had tried to deny the fact that Sikestone was dead—but then he wanted to let Mr. Fergus live in, so as to erase the traces of Sikestone's existence.
Banner didn't know what to say, so he could only shake his head.
From a pile of documents, he found the timetable sent by the funeral home, and knocked on the door of the warden's office again.
"Mr. Warden, you can choose a time, and the funeral home will arrange other matters." Banner paused, "Do you know what belief Sekestone has? The funeral home needs this information to arrange the funeral."
Zhang Dianyu stared at the restricted area on the map, frowned slightly thinking, and said casually, "Whatever."
Banner: "..."
It took a while for Zhang Dianyu to realize the silence of the scene, he slowly raised his eyes, and replied in a pretended contemplation: "Sekestone is an atheist, but he is an ordinary person who has nothing to do with the world, and the funeral arrangement should be simple. "
Banner thought about what Seikestone did in the early days of his imprisonment, and he could only feel that the warden's filter was so thick.
Zhang Dianyu randomly selected a Sunday on the timetable, and then handed the file back to Banner.
"That's the day."
After Banner left, Zhang Dianyu turned his gaze back to the confinement room. He was still thinking about the informant just now.
The Red Skull had already woken up from the coma, and he was beating the security door angrily, and bubbles of dissatisfaction kept popping out of Hong Hong's head.
The guard quickly noticed the movement in the confinement room, and came over to refill his stun gun. While he was in a coma, the workers rushed over in time to repair the slightly damaged confinement door.
Zhang Dianyu: "..."
He felt that the Red Skull needed more time to calm down.
Anyway, he still has 280 years in prison, and he can satisfy him as long as he wants to stay calm.
Zhang Dianyu looked at Hannibal Lecter next to him. To be honest, he didn't expect Lecter to be a potential secret informant, which surprised him a bit.
It is obvious that Lecter has been under cruel confinement since the moment Zhang Dianyu discovered his identity—after all, he may not have had time to make trouble, but was directly stuffed by Zhang Dianyu, who was immersed in the shock of "the ogre is in the kitchen". The confinement room.
He even stopped his meal supply.
After getting along for this period of time, Zhang Dianyu had no doubt that he wanted to slit his throat with a knife, and even added a dish.
In reality, however, he is shown on the map as being recruitable as a confidential informant.
Zhang Dianyu fell into deep thought.
He didn't know whether Lecter wanted to escape from prison again by becoming an informant, or if he really wanted to use this to reduce his sentence.
He couldn't help but glance at the window opposite the desk.
The sunlight in the morning is not glaring, it spreads gently on the ground through the glass, as if casting a light yellow filter on the place it passes through.
Zhang Dianyu didn't feel anything about it.
He really didn't know why a window would have an effect on a prisoner's mental health—but he remembered Lecter pointing it out.
He said that there are many prisoners in the prison who have become mentally ill due to excessive stress because there are no windows.
Zhang Dianyu was skeptical, but thought it was worth a try—so he had Dr. Strange give the prisoners a questionnaire.
But in fact, the choice of prisoners is not the final word.
Every time Lecter does something, Zhang Dianyu always has to think about whether he is hiding something behind him-to be honest, this makes people feel a little tired. But he was still moved.
This Hannibal Lecter is indeed a psychological authority.
Reducing a mental illness can save a treatment fee and a separate cell, Zhang Dianyu has to be shaken.
He finally decided to give it a try, going to the brig and trying to "recruit" the ogre to see what he was up to.
Zhang Dianyu called two armed guards and led them to the confinement room.
The number of guards with guns has not decreased much, after all, they have the highest standard weapons in the prison. Unlike the snipers in the guard tower, the armed guards in free fire mode have the highest authority in the prison.
But snipers are different—they don’t care about digging tunnels to escape from the prison, and they don’t shoot in ordinary conflicts. They just stand on a high place to look at the scenery every day, and receive the highest salary in the prison.
Zhang Dianyu felt that if he didn't persist, he would fire them all.
Considering that these snipers are actually the first batch of pixel villains, maybe he shouldn't do this—even snipers who don't want to eat free food, they can be trained to turn spoons and plant trees.
Maybe they have a talent for this too.
The confinement area was as quiet and cold as ever. Perhaps because of the dim lighting, there is always a feeling of dead silence here.
After all, the confinement door is soundproof, and the sound of prisoners crying inside cannot be heard unless they try to smash the door with their bare hands.
To be honest, Zhang Dianyu was also quite surprised to see the Red Skull smashing the door and loosening a few screws in anger. Here he is just the strength of an ordinary person, but he was able to smash the door with his bare hands and alarmed the guards.
It deserves more attention, Zhang Dianyu thought. Since he is quite strong now, when the prison returns to normal operation, it is best to arrange him in the no-meal supply area to help him consume a little energy.
But Lecter next door has been very quiet, as quiet as the clown, but not as happy as the clown.
It was also this point that made Zhang Dianyu smell the danger.
The clown has been in a happy mood since he was imprisoned. In the end, he happily escaped with others and "stabbed to death" the warden who came to stop him.
Zhang Dianyu had to be vigilant.
He walked to the door of Lecter's confinement room. The guard wanted to open the door, but he raised a hand to stop him.
The guard stepped back blankly, Zhang Dianyu opened the game panel and checked Lecter's status on the map.
He put the used dinner plate on the ground beside him, and he sat quietly in the center of the confinement room, with his hands on his knees, as if he was closing his eyes and resting his mind.
Zhang Dianyu looked inside through the closed door, Lecter suddenly opened his eyes slowly.
Other than that, there were no other changes in him, and the bubbles on his head did not appear.
Zhang Dianyu asked the guards to open the closed door.
There is no ray of light in the confinement room, in order to use darkness to destroy the psychological defense of the prisoners, and make the hardest thorns cry and repent for what they have done.
But this obviously doesn't work for real perverts.
Zhang Dianyu walked into the dark confinement room, the heavy iron door closed slowly behind him, and with a heavy impact, the lights in the narrow confinement room suddenly brightened.
Lecter narrowed his eyes slightly and smiled slightly: "I don't think I should say that I am thinking about when you will come here, Mr. Warden, because it will offend you."
Zhang Dianyu slightly dusted off the dust on his suit, then raised his eyes to look at Lecter: "Oh? Why?"