With this sentence, a suffocating silence fell into the confinement room.
Although humans have been pursuing the so-called legal society for centuries, in places like prisons, the most primitive and true principle of slavery is still used.
In the Arkham Asylum, the warden is everything ... and the prisoner has nothing. Your food, human rights, and even ass paper are all given. The only thing you own is Gou Yan's right to live alive.
So just the words of Quincy Sharp's warden are undoubtedly equivalent to the slave owner giving a slave the most perfect reward, and Ziliang? ... It's almost like a big, sticky sputum spitting on Quincy Sharp's face.
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"Hehe--" The governor of Quincy smiled, and the laughter was filled with a creepy taste: "Okay, then I want to hear, what do you want to do with the computer in my office? Go and browse those solutions Is the website in question? "
Zi Liang still looks lazy: "Of course not ... um ... if you have, I would like to see it, but that is not the most important thing, I want your office Is because you have a copy of the original structure of the Arkham Asylum before expansion. "
This answer was somewhat beyond the expectations of Quincy Sharp Warden, so he froze for a moment: "Do I have that kind of thing?"
"Of course there is ... it's in a hidden disk on your computer, it existed before you took over as warden, but you never noticed it."
"Okay, but how do you know, and, what kind of thing do you want?" The governor continued to ask.
Zi Liang yawned very boringly: "Your questions are too many, I can't answer them lazily, anyway you are not going to give me ..."
Quincy Sharp's smile was a bit colder: "Yes, of course I'm not going to give you any structural drawings. In fact, I don't care what you do with that stuff."
"Uh ... if I guessed right, you'll tell me a huge set of extremely cruel punishment right now." Zi Liang muttered helplessly, the expression seemed to be about to come Facing the aunt next door was nagging.
"No no no—" The governor shook his head immediately: "I will not punish you ... because even Professor Yang can't take you, it seems that you should not be afraid of torture in the general sense , I have read your record, the occupation above is written as a doctor ... I guess, will you be the kind of perverted criminal who has damaged your painful nerves. So, I decided to use some ancient, simple, But the effective method allows you to reflect on it. "
"Uh ... Sure enough." Ziliang muttered weakly, obviously he already knew the warden's idea.
The governor of Quincy opened his arms and gestured to this small space: "This is a confinement room, a fully enclosed space, with only a small ventilation hole, completely soundproof, and no light, even the daily food is from a young age The chute came in ... No one here can disturb you, so you can reflect on your crime here, as for how long you will reflect on ...? Oh, I am not sure, Maybe a day ... maybe a week ... maybe a year. "
Quincy Sharp's voice is very soft, but it is undoubtedly an extremely cruel whisper, echoing lightly in the confinement room ...
Anyone who has spent time in prison knows that confinement is a terrible thing. In loneliness, the mental torture of human beings cannot be measured by the pain index. Often a 7-day confinement can make A life is better than death.
And a confinement room with no light and no sound can undoubtedly destroy a person in a shorter time.
"Oh, right." Quincy Sharp seemed to think of something suddenly: "As you can see, there is no toilet here, so ... you can only choose a corner to be your toilet, huh, huh, Of course, in a few days you will not care, because you will be with your excrement for a long time ... even when you feel that it is about to collapse, you can try to pinch them into various Such a shape, talking to them or something, trust me, that would be very useful. "
After listening to these words, Zi Liang dropped his head extremely helplessly.
"Hey, you guys are really in trouble. Whatever you want, but I have to give you a piece of advice before you do stupid things. I suggest you go to your office now and find the original structure drawing. Bring it to me, and I promised that I would leave after finishing things, which is good for you and me. "
Quincy Sharp was stunned for a while, and then looked at Ziliang with a fool-like look: "... Am I hearing it wrong? Are you giving me advice? Hahaha-well, so one Say, I really want to know, what if I do n't listen to your advice? "
"Oh ... if that's the case ..." Zi Liang reached into his hair and scratched: "Then I will take it apart."
He said it was a bit troublesome.
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There was another silence, but it was not creepy, but ridiculous, ridiculous, and I didn't know what to say for a while.
After a few seconds.
"Hahahaha--" Quincy Sharp finally relieved himself, and smiled while shaking his head: "Ahhhhh, okay, thank you for your advice, but I'm such a ignorant person who doesn't know much So, when you tear it down and kick the door of my office, I should be very sorry that I have n't listened to your advice ... haha. "
The warden smiled, and then slowly exited the confinement room.
"Goodbye then, Mr. Ziliang, I hope you do n't get drowned by your own excreta before you tear down this place, hahaha."
He slowly closed the door of the confinement room.
The light passing through the door gap narrowed quickly, and with the sound of the iron door closing, the entire confinement room fell into darkness.
In the dark, Zi Liang still maintained that posture against the wall, and he yawned very loudly without a figure.
"Ah ~ there's really no light and no sound here ..." He said, and he seemed very satisfied: "It's a good place, so before disassembling this place, do you always have to be good?" Go to sleep? "
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