Rebuilding Base is Under Construction

The alarm sounded all night and Zhang Dianyu did not sleep well.

He felt that he should close the game panel, but always felt a little uneasy. After experiencing this series of events, he always wanted to keep the game panel open to monitor the entire situation at any time.

Until six o'clock in the morning, the guard suddenly came to report that the informant Oliver pretended to have broken his stomach and asked to go to the infirmary. Then he took the opportunity to contact the guard and said that he wanted to report something to the warden.

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

He didn't expect to fall asleep anyway. For the safety of the informant's life, he still took advantage of the time to get up. The other prisoners didn't know that Oliver was reporting the situation and listened to what he wanted to say.

Oliver was handcuffed to an interrogation chair, and some were restless.

Footsteps came from the outside, and he immediately raised his head. When he saw the figure of the warden at the door, he couldn't help shrinking.

Mr. Dian's expression looked more gloomy than ever, with a slight dissatisfaction.

Oliver wept in despair.

Zhang Dianyu: "...?"

Just before the horizon turned white, he was called by the guard to the interrogation room, but the informant's expression was as if he was going to send someone into the transformer room.

Seriously, he was reluctant to know that this informant had been in prison for so long, and his knowledge of prison was now as high as 97%.

Not to mention Zhang Dianyu was reluctant to deal with him, even to let him out of prison.

Zhang Dianyu's gaze stayed on his prisoner points for a while, trying to find a chance to give him a stab in prison and a drop.

In this way, Oliver's trembling looks more pleasing to the eye-Zhang Dianyu can assume that he has discovered his future destiny.

He yawned, loosened his tie slightly, and sat on the chair at the interrogation table, showing a smile with a cheerful smile: "I heard you want to see me?"

"Yes ... yes, Mr. Warden." Oliver's voice trembled a bit. "It's Cobert ... Mr. He hopes I can tell you, this is the first stage."

Zhang Dianyu casually sorted out some cufflinks that were not fastened because of rushing over: "What else?"

"No ... sir," the informant replied, shrinking.

Zhang Dianyu: "?"

Just for this breaking point, Penguin sent his informants to report at the risk of being found by other prisoners?

The prison was quite uneventful that night. Cobbert must have failed to sleep and didn't want him to sleep well, Zhang Dianyu thought angrily.

But he looked at the map covered with blood from half the prisoner's dormitory, and looked at the morgue, which was still empty, and frowned slightly.

Because he found that most of the results of the night were handcuffed in a bloodstained confinement room.

Since when has the Penguinman started working so lightly?

Zhang Dianyu seemed to understand who "framed" him.

"I see." Zhang Dianyu glanced down at the watch and raised his chin slightly to the informant. "You can go, it's time for the shower in the morning."

The prisoner seemed relieved.

The guard came over to unlock the shackles for him. Just as he was about to be detained from the interrogation room, Zhang Dianyu suddenly asked, "Wait, how long have you been in jail?"

Oliver was almost soft on his knees.

Generally speaking, this sentence appears before the movie's **, it is an extremely sharp flag. After asking the year, Mr. Warden will smile and force him to spy on Cobert. Finally, before the war begins, he, Felix Oliver, a double-sided spy between Mr. Warden and the gang leader , Will be the first to shed blood.

Oliver answered with a sad face: "It's been two years, Mr. Warden."

Zhang Dianyu has not created this prison for two years.

But in fact, the game settings have been different from the original self-made prison. Theoretically, it has only been a few days since Zhang Dianyu started playing the game, and then I spent more than a month in the game.

And the old warden in the untitled town once managed the prison, which means that its history will not be so short.

It had existed before Zhang Dianyu appeared.

But these have nothing to do with him. He asked Oliver how long he had been here, just to see if he was one of the 101 prisoners who were later taken into custody.

Obviously, there was no problem with the allocation of his dormitory-Oliver had already served his sentence in this prison. He was indeed a prisoner in the dormitory of Area A, which was the first batch of prisoners.

Cobert lives in Area B, but apparently does not affect his ability to communicate to Area A.

This also confirmed Zhang Dianyu's previous speculation that Cobot's informants were also included in the new batch of guards.

But this is not the issue that Zhang Dianyu focuses on. After confirming that Oliver was the same pixel villain as the guards, he was a little confused-why do they look smarter than the guards?

Although the guards are easy to use, it does look like a low IQ.

Worst of all, they didn't even stop the prisoners from stealing contraband, and their clear eyes seemed blind.

Zhang Dianyu is tired.

He waved at the guard: "It's okay, take him back to the infirmary."

Oliver re-emerged from the dead.

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

He felt that this prisoner scene was really a lot, and no one in the pixel guard could catch up. Even the slightly different Warren was just a hint of curiosity about things.

If it is said that the upgrade of the pixel guard is not completely impossible, then it seems that he should also protect the prisoners and observe to see if it is possible to make the pixel villain a bit smarter.

But he thought about Warren again.

After the pixel villain has a little self-awareness, it seems that there will be an autonomous willingness-I don't know if this is a good thing.

Zhang Dianyu stood up.

The interrogation room was empty, and the sound of leather shoes touching the ground was hollow and loud.

There was no such thing as an interrogation room in the original game. The informant only needed to be taken by the guard to the security center, and he could sit there for a while to get the information.

But now obviously can't be so hasty, Zhang Dianyu soon separated the workers. Install a few more lamps to create a depressing gloomy effect.

This is an interrogation room, or is he still setting up a Christmas tree here?

Zhang Dianyu, who walked outside, looked at the time. It was just seven o'clock, and it was not until the prisoners got up. There was no one on the path. Only the chef occasionally rushed into the kitchen carrying cardboard boxes.

He casually walked in prison for a while, and met Stranger, who came to work.

The two eyes met, and Strange nodded hurriedly: "Mr. Warden."

"Doctor Strand." Zhang Dianyu replied indifferently.

The doctor's working hours are getting earlier and earlier-he is a guest psychiatrist in the prison during the day and goes back to be the Supreme Master at night. Does he not need to sleep?

Zhang Dianyu was lost in thought.

However, on the quiet prison road, he slowly realized that he actually opened the game panel from last night to now. He could see a bucket of steaming meals on the side table in the restaurant, and waited for the prisoners' shower to end before they could come in for breakfast.

Zhang Dianyu, who had been eating meals of the same specifications as the prisoner, decided to go for breakfast first.

Anyway, every time the guard waited for the meal to be sent to the staff lounge, it was almost cold.

Zhang Dianyu walked into the restaurant.

Then he was silent again.

When he returned to the office last night, it was not too early, and he didn't notice what he had eaten. Anyway, it was an unpleasant paste. Today, he just realized that, in the state of prison financial deficit, the class John has adjusted his meals to low.

It ’s a real money-saving measure. After all, all the prisons have the same level of diet, and all are damaged.

Dr. Banner has sacrificed too much for prison finances.

After he had had a steamy but green breakfast, and it was eight o'clock, the prisoners started pouring in.

Zhang Dianyu didn't want to be crowded with a group of big guys, especially many people had the stains of blood left on them last night.

So he left the restaurant and walked to the warden's office, observing from the map the prison car slowly entering the edge of the map.

He was curious who was coming this time.