Zhang Dianyu watched with satisfaction as the guards found many hidden contrabands from the prisoners.

The prisoners were held to the wall in despair, standing in a row facing the wall, and their hands were handcuffed behind their backs. The remaining prisoners were thankful that they had not been discovered by the guards, and they sat down on the bench honestly and dared not act lightly.

Zhang Dianyu happened to walk to the trash can and glanced inside, his face suddenly gloomy.

But his mood was not reflected in Rita's face.

The acting warden miss looked around in the restaurant and suddenly asked: "How many people feel that their meals are not appetizing?"

No one dared to answer.

"I understand." Zhang Dianyu said with a smile, "But in order to avoid unnecessary waste, starting this evening-if the leftovers in this trash can are full, then only the cabbage can be eaten by everyone the next day."

The prisoners remained silent, and only a few people realized what the future meant.

In order to avoid sitting down the next day, the "right to dump leftovers" in the prison from now on may become a symbol of strength.

The guards have taken the prisoners away one after another and sent them to confinement. Zhang Dianyu's gaze turned around among the rest of the trembling prisoners. Suddenly, he selected a few people and turned to the guard and said, "Search for the body." "

The prisoners raised their heads in amazement, struggling to remember where they were exposed.

Their eyes finally fell on Rita's whip.

To be honest, no one found how she took out the whip-as if suddenly, it appeared in her hands, and the mottled dark red could not help attracting a terrible association.

Most of the prisoners thought that the acting warden would pick a few unlucky ghosts to use for lynching tonight, but now they realized that she wanted to prove that all their small actions were invisible in front of her?

The selected prisoners put their hands behind their heads in despair, allowing the guards to search out their hidden contraband.

Zhang Dianyu looked at the private collections where the guards put them in different bags and labelled them. He had long expected such a result. According to the previous thorough searches, there was almost a mobile phone in the prison, and there was no contraband. ?

If it were not for the number of people to fill the confinement room, no one would have to go back to the cell today.

Zhang Dianyu glanced at the remaining lucky ones, glanced at the remaining food in the food bucket, and said casually: "It seems that these are all torn down."

The faces of several prisoners who had been secretly lucky to have escaped suddenly turned green.

Just halfway through the meal, it was interrupted by the sudden arrival of the deputy warden-that is to say, there are still a lot of food left in the catering barrel before they can be taken away. I am afraid that only a few of them will have to eat Enter the medical office.

Zhang Dianyu also thought of this. He stared at the remaining prisoners, and hinted strongly that they would not be forced to stuff these foods so that they were carried into the medical office and occupied the quota of treatment needles.

"But don't be too reluctant, nobody wants to be injured, right?"

The remaining prisoners glanced tremblingly at the whip in Rita's hand.

Zhang Dianyu glanced at the prisoner and felt that Rita's fear aura was really useful-hope that when this character had to be abandoned, the aura could also be inherited.

But he imagined the whip standing next to the toilet and killing the quartet-I thought it was okay.

If this were the case, his mental illness would never be clear.

Zhang Dianyu returned to the office. When passing by Banner, he had lost his interest in staring at each other's halo, but Banner suddenly spoke to him.

"Miss Rita... I know that I am just the warden’s personal assistant, and I shouldn’t be fooled by the prison management issues," Banner said, "but as an old friend of the warden, you should know, He did not like to abuse prisoners as rumored."

Zhang Dianyu couldn't help but glance at Banner.

In fact, he really dare not say this-after all, when he thought that the clown and the ogre were both data people, they had forced these two to go on a hunger strike.

The clown was cemented in the morgue. However, although this will cause psychological trauma to ordinary people, I am afraid that the clown's nerves cannot be mobilized.

In any case, he felt that Banner’s filter on him seemed a bit thick.

Banner seemed to feel Rita's disapproving gaze. He paused slightly, apologizing to Rita and saying, "I'm sorry, Miss Rita, I didn't mean to compare you."

Zhang Dianyu glanced at Banner, in fact he was quite touched-after all Banner was trying to maintain his prison. Although Rita was himself, it was obviously impossible for Banner to know this.

"I understand what you mean, Doctor." Zhang Dianyu said to Banner, "As I said, Mr. Warden will not leave for too long-you don't have to worry about this."

He couldn't bear it if he had to leave for too long.

Moving bricks for half a day and working overtime in prison at night-in the long run, he will become the second Mr. Fergus.

Speaking of Fergus, he had to mention his body. Since Zhang Dianyu was not in prison at this time, Banner thought that he should leave Fergus in the morgue and wait for Mr. Warden to come back to see him for the last time.

This is also something that "Rita" can't interfere with, otherwise Zhang Dianyu would have sent Mr. Fergus to the hearse.

But since Banner insisted, he did not object. Anyway, he also attended the funeral of Sykeston, he also kissed the forehead of Vogels, and saying goodbye to himself has become more and more proficient.

Zhang Dianyu glanced at Banner: "Maybe the prisoners have forgotten that they used to eat spinach in jail, and it is also time for them to remember."

Banner froze for a moment.

He heard about the incident, but it was not clear why, because he was not in prison at that time. He heard about it from the prisoners during the meal. This has become a distant nightmare among the prisoners. From time to time, there are old prisoners who recall the bitterness of the smoked sausage and talk about those that only spinach can eat. day.

But he did not expect that Rita thought so.

Banner opened his mouth. He was about to apologize for the misunderstanding of Miss Rita, and Zhang Dianyu immediately interrupted him.

"No need to say more, I understand, thank you, doctor."

Banner froze, seeing Miss Rita smile at him slightly, and then turned back to his office without hesitation, giving him little time to react.

He slowly withdrew his gaze, his expression somewhat complicated.

Zhang Dianyu, who finally returned to the office, was relieved. Even as a "prisoner" and claiming that he was only serving labor, Banner still involuntarily developed a sense of responsibility for the prison.

He felt it was also time for him to come back and talk to Banner.

Banner cannot stay in prison forever, and evasion is not the solution. He has long discovered that Stark is trying to recruit Banner to join the Avengers, and this is indeed Banner-or Hulk's true attribution.

If the emergence of prisons will make the world lose an invincible Hulk, then the bill must be wrong.

Zhang Dianyu closed the green staff door, returned to his sofa, and opened the map to enjoy his achievements.

In the dim confinement area, every small confinement room was filled with prisoners. All kinds of needs and status bubbles were blowing on their heads, but they were all ignored by Zhang Dianyu.

It seems that no one is planning to make trouble. Zhang Dianyu set up two more guards with guns nearby. Prisoners brought into the cell will pass by the place where they patrol. It is easy to understand that the result of the trouble here is the death on the spot.

In addition, Zhang Dianyu found a problem.

His original search for prisoners was calculated based on the total number of confinement rooms in the upper right corner of the prison, but he ignored the confinement rooms under several cemeteries that had been built before.

So after the confinement area was full, several prisoners were taken to the cemetery.

Even a timid prisoner was scared on the spot with an orange mental status bar on his head-which meant he became mentally ill.

Zhang Dianyu was heartbroken.

I knew he would never send them here.

Zhang Dianyu stood up and planned to go over to the confinement room of the cemetery. He intends to try whether Rita's aura of fear is effective for these prisoners, and can force them to enter the cemetery's confinement room without fear of schizophrenia.

After all, when I was in the restaurant just now, although all the prisoners were influenced by Rita’s aura and didn’t dare to take a breath, no one was mentally disturbed.

Zhang Dianyu felt that he felt the correct usage of this aura of fear.

At this time the sky was completely dark.

The cemetery was built opposite the main prison, that is, the sparse woods, and the behind-the-scenes encroachment center for the secret mutant young offenders.

Although it is not yet time to sleep, the super-powered young criminals detained in the correctional center are prohibited from going out, in order to ensure that their identity is not leaked. As the only informal employee, Magneto can come out and pour out garbage at this time.

In fact, Zhang Dianyu found that the frequency with which he came out and dumped garbage was getting higher and higher.

Magneto walked out of the small white house with two **** garbage bags in a very bad mood, but after sitting in the garbage heap for a while, he would gradually reduce a few irritable plus signs, and then walked back with a gloomy expression Discipline center.

At the beginning, Zhang Dianyu even recorded a note in his file that "has a special hobby for garbage dumps". But gradually, he finally understood the reason-maybe Magneto was experiencing the happy daily life of his old friend Professor X, so that he had to come out to take a breath.

At this time, it was also time for Magneto to walk anxiously to the gate carrying the garbage dump.

The new deputy warden stood in the dark woods, his long black hair completely melted into the night, only the whip in his hand was illuminated by the pale moonlight, reflecting a suspicious dark red.

A prisoner was pressed to the ground by someone who looked like a guard, and there was a vague cry of forgiveness.

"Let him shut up."

He heard an indifferent female voice in the woods.

The next second, the figure struggled to be thrown into the grave by the guard, and someone seemed to be holding a shovel to fill the soil.

The cry is getting weaker and weaker.

A moment later, the guard seemed to have finished his work and mechanically saluted the acting warden in the moonlight: "Miss Rita, there is one prisoner left."

The sentimental voice of the deputy warden sounded impatient.

"Don't bury it first, let me try this whip again."