Banner was dazed.
Zhang Dianyu: "..."
He's starting to think it's not a very plausible thing - anyway, he's just giving it a try. The main purpose is to take a look at Banner's recent situation. After he disappeared for a day and a night, does he regret not agreeing to join the decoration team
To show his sincerity, he persisted until the end of the course, feeling like a lungfish in the desert.
"Dr. Banner?" He picked up his coat from the stand next to him, "Do you have... any opinion?"
Banner was stunned for a moment: "Mr. Warden, buttocks need to be accumulated over time—"
"..." Zhang Dianyu quickly interrupted him, "I mean what happened last night."
Banner thought for a moment: "The prison was very peaceful last night, you can rest assured—Mr. Warden, didn't you plan to go out for a few days for a vacation, why did you come back to the prison so soon?"
Zhang Dianyu fell into deep thought.
Come to think of it, Banner might not have had the chance to know what happened. If Chaoying hadn't revealed it to him, then from his point of view, everything was going according to plan and there seemed to be no problem.
Banner looked at Zhang Dianyu carefully for a while, and suddenly said: "Mr. Warden, did you not rest well last night?"
Not only that, he has no chance to rest at all
After Banner asked the question, he felt a surge of drowsiness. At the same time, he happened to see Stark walking towards him while yawning.
He held a cardboard box in his hand, which looked like a rather simple package of instant coffee, and his face was filled with disbelief: "Damn, the shops here are simply ridiculously expensive, and it is an insult to the market economy."
"Unless they either buy it or don't use it." Zhang Dianyu said with a smile.
"..." Stark took a deep breath, "how is your yoga—"
Seeing Banner's intention to answer, Zhang Dianyu quickly interrupted him: "Mr. Stark, are you going back to the morgue?"
Stark opened his mouth and nodded reluctantly: "Although it sounds weird, it seems to be true."
Banner shrugged approvingly: "It's true, it's quiet there."
Stark: "..."
If it is not quiet, something will happen, right
Originally, he thought that Mr. Warden was the only one who took the "luxury cell" in the morgue for granted. Judging from Banner's current reaction, he seemed to agree with this.
What's wrong with this, Stark thought brokenly.
He suspected that he was the only normal person in this prison—and maybe Stephen, but he didn't like the interaction with the Supreme Sorcerer, because his eyes always seemed to be looking at the mentally retarded.
Could Tony Stark be retarded
Biting the bag of instant coffee, he thought boredly. He searched all over the cell but couldn't find the kettle, so he decided to take a shower and sleep first.
After all, he also stayed up all night last night, although he is still used to this kind of thing.
The shower in the mortuary is sandwiched between the two cells. The other cell is currently unoccupied—contrary to Penguin's contemptuous assessment of the Warden, at least one of the bunks is empty.
Therefore, Stark is the only one in the current morgue.
and many dead bodies.
Can't say if that's a good thing or a bad thing.
Stark walked into the shower room without a door, looked at the blood-stained mortuary table opposite, unscrewed the shower valve, and then slowly spit out a sentence.
"Hold."
The shower here has only cold water
The icy cold water suddenly poured from the top of his head, making Stark shudder—although Mr. Warden is not a human being, Mr. Fergus is a real dog.
No wonder the prisoners are living so free and happy and want to escape.
For the umpteenth time, he began to regret his decision not to escape—is this a place for people
Outside the courtyard, Zhang Dianyu, who had finished his yoga class, walked with Banner to the office.
"About the decoration team, Mr. Warden..."
Just as Banner opened his mouth, the warden suddenly grabbed his arms and looked over with a solemn expression.
"Dr. Banner, you must do this. Do you know why?"
It just so happened that Banner didn't know.
"Because," said Mr. Warden slowly, "only you can do it."
Banner was very confused.
"I mean, when Magneto and Professor Lizard joined the construction team," Zhang Dianyu said.
Banner opened his mouth slowly, shocked.
Zhang Dianyu smiled.
Originally, he didn't have this plan, but after he discovered Mr. Fergus' skills, this plan was put on the agenda.
He decided to give the super criminals who are about to spend more than 200 years in the coffin a chance-as long as they go out to work obediently, they can get the right to breathe air.
Zhang Dianyu sighed slightly, he is really a conscience warden.
Banner reached out and held Zhang Dianyu's arms as well: "Mr. Warden, have you forgotten what happened not long ago? That's why the clown—" The latter couldn't continue, and that's how Sekestone died.
It was almost lunch time, and Strange, who had come out of the psychiatric ward, walked over from a distance, and glanced at the two of them as he passed by, as if looking at the mentally retarded.
Zhang Dianyu and Banner: "..."
For some reason, whenever Strange glanced at someone, it made people feel offended.
Zhang Dianyu and Banner looked at each other, and then slowly let go of their hands as if nothing had happened.
"This is why I need you, doctor." Zhang Dianyu said solemnly. I don't know if Mr. Fergus's confinement skills will be broken free by superpowers, and he believes that Banner can tame Hulk.
Or rather, live with it.
Don't ask me why, that's what it says in the movies and comics.
Banner hesitated, then sighed slowly, "But I don't understand, Mr. Warden—you know that big guy, it's a...a monster." He paused, "I'm a monster, you know, Mister Warden."
"Unless you are not," Zhang Dianyu spread his hands, "Let me tell you the truth, doctor. I trust you, and I hope you trust me in you."
Banner: "..."
Mr. Warden is so good at nesting dolls, he didn't even have time to feel a little moved.
"I'll give you some time to prepare, Doctor." Zhang Dianyu turned and walked towards the office, and looked back at Banner, "Otherwise? Do you like serving your sentence here so much?"
After Zhang Dianyu said this, he was also slightly taken aback.
He originally hoped that Banner could stay here forever. To be honest, he was a nice helper. Banner is an adult and more adept at handling prison affairs than Peter—and doesn't evoke the feeling of child labor.
He had seen Banner's file. It lists how Hulk destroyed a secret military base in the desert, how he suddenly appeared in a crowded city, and angrily demolished several streets.
But there are quite a lot of doubts in it-even as the military research and development base that gave birth to Hulk, it has not described in detail why Hulk is so angry. In the materials left by General Ross, the reason is not important. What matters is that the Hulk becomes a threat.
What a bloody threat, Zhang Dianyu thought. Just look at the report of General Ross, it must be outraged.
Banner didn't answer, and the two returned to the office building in silence.
Mr. Fergus, who was wearing a light blue prison uniform, walked towards him and passed Zhang Dianyu expressionlessly.
Banner showed a question mark on his face, and carefully glanced at Mr. Warden.
"Mr. Warden?"
Zhang Dianyu paused, and quickly looked at Banner. Did he start to waver
"I've wanted to ask since just now," Banner scratched his head, "Why are Tony and Mr. Fergus wearing light blue... like prison uniforms?"
"Oh," Zhang Dianyu replied calmly, "Because it is a prison uniform."
Banner was dumbfounded: "Tony... did he commit a crime?"
Zhang Dianyu was a little puzzled: "Shouldn't it be counted? He may have just hijacked an ambulance without going through the normal process—I think he will go home in a few hours and wait for his court summons."
Anyway, Stark often goes through this process.
But surprisingly, Stark wasn't gone until the end of the week. Zhang Dianyu even made a special trip to the morgue to persuade him not to try to make a living in the prison. Everyone knows the economic situation here.
Stark stared at him angrily.
"Do you really think the cafeteria stuff can be swallowed?" He tore open a bag of cornflakes angrily, "My spending in the prison store this week can get me half a month's worth of cheeseburgers—rich people too Mathematics, Monsieur Warden."
Zhang Dianyu was a little puzzled looking at the bag of dusty cornflakes, picked it up and looked for the production date: "Is it really not expired?"
Stark: "..."
Zhang Dianyu's eyes searched for a moment on the outer packaging, his brows slowly relaxed, he put down the corn flakes and said solemnly: "Don't worry, Mr. Stark, at least it's fresh."
Stark: "..."
On the second day of the new week, Zhang Dianyu once again encountered an accident.
In addition to a few ordinary prisoners who supplemented the beds, he received a transfer prisoner as usual.
Just after eight o'clock in the morning, he saw a slightly short figure getting out of the prison car, but no one didn't recognize him in the grid hooded pajamas.
What is Peter doing here? Zhang Dianyu was dumbfounded.
Pixel Spider-Man on the map also looks confused, scratching his headgear with his round grid fist.