With these words, a suffocating silence fell in the confinement chamber.

Although mankind has practiced the so-called legal society for centuries, in places like prisons, the most primitive and true principle of slavery is still followed.

In Arkham Asylum, the warden is everything...... Prisoners, on the other hand, have nothing, your food, your human rights, and even your butt wiping paper are all given, and the only thing you belong to is the right to survive.

Well just Quincy. The words of Warden Sharp are undoubtedly equivalent to the most perfect reward given to a slave by a slave owner, but what about Ziliang? ...... It's almost like heading towards Quincy. A mouthful of crystal clear sticky phlegm spat on Sharp's face.

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"Hehe-" Warden Quincy laughed, his laughter filled with a creepy taste, "Okay, then I'd like to listen, what do you want to do with my office computer?" Do you want to visit websites that address physiological problems? ”

Ziliang still looked lazy: "Of course not...... Well...... If you have, I'd like to see it too, but that's not the most important thing, I want your office computer because you have a copy of the original structure of Arkham Asylum before the expansion. ”

This answer was somewhat out of Quincy's. Warden Sharp was surprised, so he was slightly stunned: "Do I have that kind of thing?" ”

"Of course there is...... It's in your computer's hidden disk, and it existed before you took over as Warden, but you never paid attention to it. ”

"Okay, but how do you know, and besides, what do you want that kind of thing for?" The warden continued.

Ziliang yawned very boringly: "You have too many questions, I am too lazy to answer, anyway, you are not ready to give me ......"

Quincy. Sharp's smile was a little darker: "yes, of course I'm not going to give you any structural diagrams, and in fact I don't care what you want that thing for." ”

"Uh...... If I'm not mistaken, you're about to tell me about a whole set of extremely cruel punishments. Ziliang muttered helplessly, as if he was about to face the annoying nagging of the aunt next door.

"No, no, no—" The warden immediately shook his head, "I won't punish you...... Because even Professor Yang can't do anything about you, it seems that you should not be afraid of torture in the general sense, I have read your record, and the profession on it is written as a doctor...... I wonder if you're the kind of perverted criminal who destroys your pain nerves. So, I've decided to use some old, simple, but effective methods for you to reflect. ”

"Uh...... Sure enough. Ziliang muttered weakly, obviously he already knew the warden's thoughts.

Warden Quincy stretched out his arms and gestured to this small space: "This is the confinement room, a fully enclosed space, with only a small ventilation hole, completely soundproofed, no light, and even the daily food is sent in from the small slide...... No one here can disturb you, so you can reflect on your sins here, and how long will you reflect ......? Hehe, I'm not sure either, maybe a day...... Maybe it's a week...... Perhaps, a year. ”

Quincy Sharp's voice was soft, but it was undoubtedly a brutal whisper, echoing lightly through the confinement chamber......

Anyone who has been in prison knows that confinement is a terrible thing, and in solitude, the mental torture suffered by human beings cannot be measured by the pain index, and often a 7-day confinement can make a person's life worse than death.

And a confinement chamber with no light, isolated from sound, can undoubtedly destroy a person in less time.

"Oh, yes." Quincy. Sharp seemed to suddenly remember something: "As you can see, there are no toilets here, so ...... You can only choose one corner to use as your toilet, hehe, of course, you won't care about it in a few days, because you will be with your excrement for a long time...... Even when you feel like you're going to break down, you can try to pinch them into all sorts of shapes, talk to them and stuff like that, trust me, that's going to be useful. ”

After hearing these words, Ziliang hung his head extremely helplessly.

"Hey, you guys are a nuisance. Whatever you want, but I'll have to give you a word of advice before you do anything stupid. I suggest you hurry to your office now, find the original plan, and bring it to me, and I promise that I will leave when I'm done, and that's good for you and me. ”

Quincy Sharp was stunned for a moment, and then looked at Ziliang with a fool-like look: "Huh...... Did I hear me wrong? Are you giving me advice? Hahaha - well, so I'm wondering, what if I don't listen to your advice? ”

"Oh...... If that'......" Ziliang put his hand into his hair and scratched: "Then I'll tear this down." ”

He said a little troublesomely.

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There was silence again, but not creepy, but absurd, ridiculous, and for a moment I didn't know what to say.

A few seconds passed.

"Hahahaha-" Quincy Sharp finally came to his senses, laughing and shaking his head, "Ahhhhh......h Ha ha. ”

The warden smiled, then slowly exited the cell.

"Goodbye then, Mr. Ziliang, I hope you try not to drown in your own excrement before demolishing this place, hahaha."

He slowly closed the door to the confinement chamber.

The light that came through the crack in the door quickly narrowed, and with the sound of the iron door closing, the entire confinement chamber fell into darkness.

In the dark, Ziliang still maintained the posture of leaning against the wall, and he yawned loudly without image.

"Ah~ There is really no light and no sound here......" he said, and seemed to be very satisfied: "It's really a good place, so before demolishing this place, I can finally get a good night's sleep." ”

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