There are three compartments on the dark silver-gray dinner plate, even such simple tableware can't affect Lecter's delicate presentation.
But the key issue was that the dinner plate was in the hands of the guard next to him, Valen, who stood upright by the side, and even saluted Zhang Dianyu.
But Lecter sat on the sofa and gestured to him: "Don't worry, Mr. Warden, it's just a French omelet and the only bacon left in the kitchen-unless someone can lay eggs, you don't have to." Worry about its source."
Zhang Dianyu: "..."
He ignored Lecter, but glared at Varen next to him. Obviously a prisoner and his guards, why do the two of them look more like high society scum and his bodyguards.
Varen didn't notice it at all, and even stretched out his arm to hand over the plate: "Sir."
Zhang Dianyu had no choice but to take it, then glanced at Lecter, tilted his head and signaled the door: "I don't like having people next to me when I'm eating."
"Of course." Lecter replied softly, and then looked at Varen, "Then let's leave this lounge to Mr. Warden—don't forget the onion soup, Varen guards specially applied for me to get up early and leave The time in the dormitory is enough to finish cooking it."
Zhang Dianyu: "..."
What's the matter with Valen.
After the two left the lounge, Zhang Dianyu returned to the warden's office with the dinner tray.
He originally thought that Lecter had paid for his three meals a day because of evil intentions. But the aroma of the food was indeed tempting—just like the breakfast he ate at Stark's a few days ago, it far exceeded the standard of the prison's usual meals.
What's more, there are no ingredients available in the prison, and a few onions can actually make Lecter play tricks.
Zhang Dianyu fell into deep thought.
Could it be that the ogre just wanted to show off his culinary skills because he was holding back his madness
When Banner knocked on the office door, Mr. Warden was forking a piece of bacon and studying it carefully against the light, as if observing a precious specimen.
Banner: "..."
When he met Mr. Warden for the first time, he never imagined that one day things would develop like this.
"Any questions about Bacon, Mr. Warden?" Banner asked patiently.
Mr. Warden looked serious: "Is this the last piece of bacon in the prison?"
Banner was very embarrassed: "... Well, I really don't know. If it's not, what will... be?"
Mr. Warden put the fork back on the plate: "Nothing, I just need to make sure it's a piece of bacon - a piece of pork bacon."
Banner looked puzzled: "The bacon is of course made from pork brisket."
"Unless," the warden tore off the decorative handkerchief on his suit pocket and wiped his hands, "it was sent by an ogre."
Banner was taken aback: "Hannibal Lecter?"
"I reached an agreement with him yesterday," Zhang Dianyu said, "The condition is very simple, I don't need to eat the prison cafeteria anymore."
Banner fell into silence—for ordinary people, they might be more willing to eat the canteen with boundless green in the catering bucket.
"Let the cleaning staff remove it." Zhang Dianyu said nonchalantly.
Banner glanced at the untouched dinner plate: "But you haven't eaten yet."
Zhang Dianyu looked at him: "I need some psychological training—don't you need it?"
"But Mr. Warden, that's just an omelet..." Banner tried to persuade. "Unless someone can lay an egg, it shouldn't be a problem."
Zhang Dianyu looked at Banner in surprise, "Lecter said the same thing just now."
Banner was speechless.
"But I trust you." Zhang Dianyu suddenly smiled.
Banner: "..."
When Mr. Warden smiles, one can't help but feel a chill down the back, especially now.
Banner twitched the corner of his mouth stiffly: "I understand. But I think he shouldn't be able to do anything with the meals in prison. You'd better get used to it as soon as possible..."
"I don't think so." A voice came from outside the door, "Based on the time I left here, the breakfast must have been completely cold."
Zhang Dianyu: "...?"
The door lock turned, and the Warren guard pushed open the green staff door and came in with a steaming bowl.
Lecter leaned against the door leisurely: "I thought the European breakfast might not suit your taste, so I remade a veal braised in white sauce."
Zhang Dianyu wanted to beat someone when he heard this.
"I didn't go to the cafeteria to eat, so I didn't violate the agreement - who asked you to come here?"
"Anyone can come here, isn't it, sir?" Lecter smiled slightly, "I have to remind you that a friend who works as a cleaner is in your bathroom right now after wiping the floor in the hallway bath."
Zhang Dianyu: "..."
Although this kind of thing happens from time to time, it doesn't sound right.
He glanced at Warren: "Call him out and record the negative sabotage."
Warren received the order and walked out of the office. A moment later, the prisoner outside the door left dejectedly holding a mop.
The bowl containing veal stew was placed on Zhang Dianyu's desk, the heat rose, and the smell of food wafted into the air.
Zhang Dianyu stared at it for a while, then slowly lowered his face.
"There's still beef in prison?"
"Unfortunately," Lecter replied, "it's store-bought instant beef, which will make it taste a lot worse."
Zhang Dianyu glanced at Varun, but did not ask whether the words were true.
Since Lecter is still standing here, at least what Warren guards see will be consistent with what he said.
"Mr. Warden doesn't like having people around during meals, so we left first," Lecter said.
"Oh, sorry," Banner said after the two had left, "I didn't know you had that habit."
After speaking, he also left the room.
Zhang Dianyu didn't refute, although he made up nonsense in order to drive Lecter away.
He mused over the aroma of the veal stew.
In theory, this really should be a bowl of veal. Lecter just came out of the confinement room yesterday, he has no time and no chance to kill.
But considering who made this dish, it does give people psychological pressure.
But what made him even more upset was that Lecter seemed to be able to guess that he didn't eat the breakfast he brought, and specially prepared a new meal.
Whether he eats or not, it seems to be in the arms of the other party.
When Banner knocked on the door of the warden's office again, he looked a little embarrassed—he just forgot that he was here to deliver the documents.
But the empty bowl on Mr. Warden's desk made him take a glance involuntarily.
Zhang Dianyu almost wanted to roll his eyes, but he restrained himself and said indifferently: "It's not poured out, so don't look at it."
Banner scratched his hair, and put the documents on the table: "Secstone's funeral time has been set, at 10 o'clock next Sunday, here is the address."
Zhang Dianyu took the document and looked at it for a while, then a question arose in his mind.
He never traveled far
Judging from this document, besides the prison, there seems to be a wider world outside. He meant, a world further than Untitled Town.
Is the map of this game that big
So the question is, what should he do
He remembered that time at the amusement park, he called an Uber to send himself there, and he hadn't paid yet. As an escaped prisoner, he doesn't have to pay.
And he has no money. The driver's yelling was blocked by the knife, and he arrived at the destination safely.
Zhang Dianyu felt a little confused. Beyond the prison is Untitled Town, an amusement park, and a funeral home, what else
He suddenly wanted to go to Seikestone's funeral now, and besides the funeral, he also wanted to go out and see. Since there is still a place like Untitled Town in this world, where all the prisoners and their families, outside employees, and lawyers live together, is there a place where Batman and Iron Man live, and Spiderman next door Never go to class, S.H.I.E.L.D. is huddled in a small garden drinking tea and waiting for work when it’s free
He was amused by the scene that popped up in his mind.
Zhang Dianyu thought for a while, then called Stark and asked him if he could take him to Seikestone's funeral.
Stark was silent for a while, but his tone didn't sound like much surprise: "Of course—you plan to go to Sekstone's funeral?"
He had never seen Mr. Warden go to a prisoner's funeral.
And he also knew that Mr. Warden was just a mindless puppet who would only follow established procedures.
So since he wanted to get out of prison, that meant maybe—Mr. Fergus, any new plans
"Yes, I should go to the funeral of a hero who was once a prisoner in my prison." Zhang Dianyu replied according to common sense.
Otherwise, is he going to answer that he wants to determine the location of the cemetery, so as to avoid the possibility of finding Seikestone's body in the future
"Oh." Stark responded casually, and then asked: "Then Mr. Fergus will go with you?"
Zhang Dianyu instantly raised his vigilance.
Do these people still want to continue to track down what "Warden Fergus" has done? This incident may ruin Fergus's later life. It was not easy for him to have a free vest, and he must not be allowed to go to prison again.
So Zhang Dianyu replied: "No, Mr. Fergus will stay here to handle prison affairs in my place."
In fact, he had entrusted the matter to Banner a long time ago, and even made up a reason, saying that Fergus had just returned to prison, and he felt unwell due to the long journey, and needed to rest for a few months.
Although Banner was puzzled as to why he had to rest for a few months, he immediately agreed.
Of course, if he knew that Fergus only needed to walk for half an hour from Untitled Town to here, he would not only be confused, but full of question marks.
Zhang Dianyu said slowly into the phone: "Actually, I may not plan to go back to prison for the time being."
This is somewhat unexpected.
Stark immediately asked: "Is there something wrong in the prison?"
Mr. Fergus intends to directly take charge of the prison, isn't he planning to have this puppet
"No, it's only a few days." Zhang Dianyu answered truthfully. If he doesn't know where he's wandering after a few days, he might call this helpline again.
Stark didn't respond for a while.
In his opinion, Mr. Warden must have gone out with a mission—he had seen that prisoner, Sikestone, and he still remembered that his cell was near the warden's office, and there was even a scandal among the prisoners.
Until he understood that the Warden couldn't have an affair—not even a head.
"So," Stark's tone changed into a lazy and teasing tone, "Has Mr. Warden already made arrangements for his vacation?"
Zhang Dianyu replied: "No, I have never left the prison."
Stark fell silent.
Mr. Warden's words confirmed all their guesses
"You haven't... been out of prison?" Stark asked cautiously.
Zhang Dianyu thought about it, and there was indeed something wrong with this sound—or else he would just make up an experience for himself
But I'm afraid it's easy to dismantle.
That being the case, just keep silent.
There was silence on Stark's receiver, and he could imagine how confusing this question was to the Warden.
"If Mr. Warden doesn't mind, I have a few good vacation spots that I can recommend to you." Stark said suddenly.
Zhang Dianyu thought for a while—this might not be right, he wanted to see how big the map outside was, and the resorts of the rich might be in isolated places.
"Never mind." Zhang Dianyu replied.
Stark: "..."