Lecter's eyes began to adjust to the harsh light.
The guards with guns stood beside the warden, not intending to give him the slightest chance to resist. Of course he understood—from the moment he was discovered by the warden, the warden never let down his vigilance.
Compared to this strange prison, the warden himself is even stranger.
He didn't even know which prisoners were in his prison, but when he found out, he seemed to overreact.
Of course, maybe it shouldn't be described as radical. After all, Lecter has always enjoyed the highest level of surveillance in the Baltimore State Mental Hospital.
That's the magic here - he's even been able to participate in the Retrofit education program and pass that ridiculous "Kitchen Safety and Sanitation" class and get a job in the kitchen.
But just as he was about to further explore the weirdness of this prison, he met Mr. Warden. A gentle scum who looked similar to Dr. Chilton, he didn't even want to talk, and wanted to use repressive means to make him submit.
Until he finds out, the truth might be even more interesting.
He heard a lot about the prison from the Joyce guards, and gradually became very interested in the warden.
He looks like an ordinary person, his tone of voice and expression are like an ordinary person, but he has some hidden similarities with the little chef Warren guard who he took the initiative to talk to.
Mr. Warden stood at the door of the confinement room, looking down at him, seemingly disapproving of his words.
"Why do you think I'll come here?" The warden smiled with a little casual sarcasm.
Lecter smiled slightly. "If breakfast is all you want—why not?"
Zhang Dianyu quickly lowered his face: "If you mention yesterday's breakfast again, the conversation will come to an end."
Lecter shrugged and said nothing. Mr. Warden doesn't like giving people a chance to talk, he prefers to talk to himself, which Lecter already knows.
"Then," Lecter said slowly, "why did Mr. Warden condescend to come to this brig?"
Funny to say, the brig has been his cell for most of his time in prison. Compared with the Baltimore State Mental Hospital, the conditions are not the slightest bit worse.
Can Hannibal Lecter still be graceful and poised when everything is lost
He didn't know it before, but he does now.
He even had a little more time to think. It's a pity that the crazy clown who lives next to him always likes to get in the way-from the moment he whispered that the warden should die at his hands, Lecter knew that sooner or later he would do something about it.
He awoke to find himself in Stark's quarters—of course, he didn't think to take advantage of the opportunity to escape.
Escaping on Stark's turf should be much more difficult than escaping from prison
Joyce tried to transport him out of prison and kill him as a fanatical believer-obviously this was impossible, Lecter fully understood this and planned to use Joyce's guards to escape from prison.
As a result, the plan was interrupted by the warden again.
Judging by the warden's teasing sarcasm while interrogating him in his office, he could tell it wasn't intentional. But Mr. Warden can always discover the abnormalities in the prison by "coincidence" time and time again, and snuff out the flames before they develop.
It's interesting.
After he asked "Why Mr. Warden came to the confinement room", the warden thought for a while, and asked the guards to handcuff his hands behind his back.
And the guard he brought was Varun.
"Hi." He greeted Varen, but the Varen guard ignored him as usual.
The guard handcuffed his hands behind his back, then returned to the warden and stood still, looking at Lecter with his unwavering eyes.
Zhang Dianyu noticed that there was still fresh mud on the corner of Warren's clothes.
He was lost in thought, wondering if the little guard was a little too obsessed with planting trees—the other guards would be busy with other things after delivering meals to the brig. Such as escorting prisoners and transporting some important supplies.
But the Warren guards changed into a gardener's uniform with light green overalls, and went to the opposite side to continue digging. It wasn't until Zhang Dianyu asked the security supervisor to call him over that he put down the shovel in his hand, took off his gardener's uniform and rushed to the confinement room.
Zhang Dianyu couldn't figure it out.
Even if you can't figure it out. He glanced at Lecter from under his eyelids: "I'm going to give you a little freedom—within certain limits."
He threw out a little temptation first, and then Lecter really asked: "Then how do you define 'within certain limits'?"
"Of course it is within the scope of the prison." Zhang Dianyu said, "In the prison, there will be a roll call every night. If the guards find that someone has mysteriously disappeared—I don't care how he disappeared, I will count it on you."
Lecter smiled: "That doesn't sound fair."
"If there is a corpse, it is not counted as a missing person." Zhang Dianyu said thoughtfully, "—a complete corpse."
"But as far as I know," Lecter said softly, "people often escape from the prison."
"Not now." Zhang Dianyu replied, "or—" he leaned into Lecter's ear slightly, "If you find out who wants to escape from prison, you can also pass the information on to me." Zhang Dianyu slowly chose The corner of his mouth twitched a little, "There will also be precious points, which can be used to apply for parole."
"If I have to catch thousands of escapees in order to accumulate points for applying for parole, then it's still free." Lecter ruthlessly broke through the bait thrown by Mr. Warden, "But I would like to use another thing In exchange."
Zhang Dianyu stood up straight, his eyes indifferent: "I don't make deals, Lecter."
"Everything is inseparable from the transaction, Mr. Warden." Lecter disagreed, "You may wish to listen to my suggestion—maybe you are willing to accept it?"
Zhang Dianyu acquiesced.
"The condition is that I will take care of your three meals a day instead of the guards. Is this an extraordinary request?" Lecter said softly.
Zhang Dianyu's expression changed.
The ogre must have malicious intentions in making such a request, wanting to add food to his meal? Destroy his spiritual defense
He glared fiercely at Lecter, who responded with an inexplicable smile.
Zhang Dianyu sneered in his heart.
He didn't like the death of the real-life pixel people in his prison, there was no doubt about it. But if Lecter thinks he's going to have a nervous breakdown if he adds something to his meal, he's definitely miscalculating.
Lecter looked directly at Mr. Warden.
Obviously, the warden's understanding of him was somewhat labelled, as if someone was pushing him to be more vigilant. He thought of the only window in the prison.
He even wants to know what kind of face Mr. Warden will show when he encounters something unprepared—just like yesterday morning, when he showed up at the door and let Mr. Warden find out that his breakfast was made by an ogre , that astonished expression.
"I agree." Zhang Dianyu said slowly.
He didn't care what Lecter's gimmick was, or whether it counted as a provocation.
"Warren guards will be responsible for monitoring your actions during this period." Zhang Dianyu flipped over the clipboard in his hand, his face expressionless, "If you have any changes, or if he is injured or missing— "
"Of course, sir." Lecter interrupted him, with a calm smile in his tone, "I understand."
Zhang Dianyu looked at him for a while, then closed the clipboard with a snap.
When he walked out of the confinement area, he was not in a very relaxed mood. Now that these super-criminals were within reach of confidential informants, he had to take the first step.
Better to pick Lecter than Joker or Red Skull.
At least he's just a psychotic serial killer.
Zhang Dianyu: "..."
He squeezed the space between his brows, heard a burst of electric shock from the side, and saw workers rushing over from outside with toolboxes on their backs.
He was still thinking about it when he got back to his office. Banner suddenly said: "Mr. Warden, have you encountered any difficulties?"
Banner didn't know why he asked this. After all, the warden often sat on the sofa and meditated, and everyone knew about it.
But he seemed to be able to tell the difference between the warden's daily musings and pondering questions, so he asked tentatively.
Unexpectedly, the warden raised his head from his thoughts, and after a moment of confusion, he did ask a question: "I don't know why the Red Skull looks so angry—he is constantly hurting my door now."
"Your... what?" Banner was a little confused.
"My security confinement door." Zhang Dianyu said, "He has been very dissatisfied since he was locked in, and has been pounding the door with his fist."
Repairs cost money too.
Banner was speechless for a moment. After a while, he finally found his voice, and said hesitantly: "That's right, Mr. Warden... I don't know if this is of reference value, maybe it's because of that big green guy—indeed, when you are arrested for no reason When you're locked up in a glass container that you can't move, you really feel angry."
Zhang Dianyu thought for a while: "But he committed a crime, he killed a lot of people - that's the Red Skull. A hydra minion killed eight prison employees on the first day he came to the prison , and a few prisoners, what do you think he would want to do?"
"Well, I know," Banner said resignedly, "that's why he's in prison—and you'd be angry that you threw him in the brig without doing anything."
Zhang Dianyu did not speak. He frowned slightly and thought for a moment, then nodded to Banner: "Okay, I understand."
Indeed, prisoners' discontent increases when they are treated unfairly. But he doesn't want a dangerous factor to run around in the prison, so why not try to recruit the Red Skull
Zhang Dianyu suspected that the other party would punch him on the nose.
He put the matter on the back burner for now after adding two armed guards to the exclusion zone.
A few hours later, when he was about to go to the lounge to eat the lunch brought by the guards as usual, he opened the green staff door and saw Lecter sitting on the dirty sofa. Meals are contracted by the ogre.
Zhang Dianyu: "..."
It's okay, he can.