With this sentence, a suffocating silence fell into the confinement room.

Although humans have pursued the so-called legal society for centuries, they still use the most primitive and true slave principles in places like prisons.

In the Arkham Asylum, the warden is everything... and the prisoner has nothing. Your food, human rights, and even paper on your butt are given. The only thing you belong to is the right to survive.

So just now, Warden Quincy Sharp's words were undoubtedly equivalent to the slave's most perfect reward given to a slave. What about Ziliang?... It was almost like a mouthful of crystal clear sticky phlegm spitting on Quincy Sharp's face.

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"Haha--" Warden Quincy laughed, a creepy smell in his laughter: "Okay, then I want to listen, what do you want to do with my office computer? Do you browse those websites that solve physiological problems?"

Ziliang still looked lazy: "Of course not...well...I want to see if you have one, but that's not the most important thing. I want your office computer because you have an original structure diagram before the expansion of the Arkham Asylum."

The answer was a bit beyond the expectations of Warden Quincy Sharp, so he was slightly stunned: "Do I have that kind of thing?"

"Of course there's...it's in your computer's hidden disk, it's there before you take over as warden, but you've never noticed it."

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

Ziliang yawned boredly: "You have too many questions, I'm lazy to answer. You don't plan to give it to me anyway..."

Quincy Sharp's smile became even colder: "Yes, of course I don't plan to give you any structural diagram. In fact, I don't care what you want that thing."

"Uh...If I guess correctly, you will tell me a lot of extremely cruel punishment methods." Ziliang muttered helplessly, his expression as if he was about to face the annoyance 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 to you. It seems that you should not be afraid of torture in the general sense. I have read your record. The profession on it is written by a doctor... I guess, will you be the kind of perverted criminal who destroys your pain nerves? So, I decided to use some ancient, simple, but effective methods to let you reflect on it."

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

Warden Quincy opened his arm and signaled the small space: "This is a confinement room, a fully enclosed space, with only a small breather, completely soundproof, no light, and even the food every day is sent in from the small slide... No one can disturb you here, so you can reflect on your crimes here very well. As for how long you will reflect on...? Haha, I'm not sure, maybe it's a day... maybe it's a week... maybe it's a year."

Quincy Sharp's voice was very light, but it was undoubtedly an extremely cruel whisper, echoing lightly in the confinement room...

Anyone who has been in prison knows that confinement is a terrible thing. In loneliness, the mental torture that humans suffer cannot be measured by the pain index. Often, a 7-day confinement can make a person worse than death.

And a confinement room without light and isolating sound can undoubtedly destroy a person in a shorter time.

"Oh, right." Quincy Sharp seemed to suddenly remember something: "As you can see, there is no toilet here, so... you can only choose a corner to be your toilet, haha, of course, you won't care in a few days, because you will be with your excrement for a long time... Even when you feel like you're about to collapse, you can try to pinch them into various shapes, talk to them or something, believe me, that would be very useful."

After hearing these words, Ziliang lowered his head helplessly.

"Hey, you guys are really troublesome. Do whatever you want, but I have to give you some advice before you do something stupid. I suggest you go to your office now, find the original structure diagram, and bring it to me. I promise that I will leave after I finish the work, which will be good for you and me."

Quincy Sharp was stunned at first, and then looked at Ziliang with a look of foolish eyes: "... Did I hear it wrong? Are you giving me advice? Hahaha-Okay, after saying this, I really want to know, what if I don't listen to your advice?"

"Oh...if that's the case..." Ziliang reached into his hair and scratched: "Then I'll take this off."

He said a little bit troublesome.

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

A few seconds passed.

"Hahahaha--" Quincy Sharp finally recovered, smiling and shook his head: "Ahhhhhh, okay, thank you for your advice, but I am such an ignorant person who is very ignorant, so when you tear the place opens the door of my office, I should regret not listening to your advice now...haha."

The warden smiled, then slowly exited the confinement room.

"So goodbye, Mr. Ziliang, I hope you should try not to drown yourself in your own excrement before tearing it down, hahaha."

He slowly closed the door of the confinement room.

The light coming into the crack of the door narrowed rapidly, and with the sound of the iron door closing, the entire confinement room fell into pitch black.

In the darkness, Ziliang was still standing against the wall, and he yawned loudly without any image.

"Ah~ There is really no light or sound here..." He said, seemingly satisfied: "What a good place, so before demolishing this place, should you always have a good sleep?"

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Chapter completed!