Zhang Dianyu stood up abruptly with a serious expression on his face.
He quickly pushed away the sofa chair and strode out of the office. He remembered the routine procedure of a prison search, which might reveal Peter's identity.
When he arrived at the gate of the prison, Spider-Man had not yet been escorted away by the guards. He looked around in confusion, as if looking for an answer.
"He—Spiderman?" Zhang Dianyu almost blurted out the boy's name, and walked up to him angrily, "What's going on?"
"Mr. Warden!" Spider-Man had seen him a long time ago, and even raised his hand and waved, saying excitedly.
Zhang Dianyu frowned and looked at him.
Spider-Man suddenly realized, scratched the spider web hood, and said vaguely: "I mean... you must be Mr. Warden?"
Zhang Dianyu: "..."
"Follow me." He left the next sentence, turned and walked towards the prison gate, and then stopped.
The guard opened the door unhurriedly.
Zhang Dianyu and Spider-Man waited patiently, during which the boy's bewildered eyes changed several times—from the perspective of the outside world, the eyes on Spider-Man's hood were constantly changing in size, as if he was thinking.
When he finally stepped into the office, he seemed to understand that Mr. Warden's cold attitude should be angry with him.
Spider-Man was at a loss like a child who has done something wrong.
He looked around and found that the clothes on the wall were hung a little crookedly. He went up to cover up and hung them again, and then found that there was a big hole in the wall under the guard uniform in his hand.
Spider-Man: "..."
He had to hang up his clothes again.
"Why did you appear here?" Mr. Warden sat down and asked slowly, "Do you know what almost happened just now? If you walked into the prison, you would lose the ability to resist the guards; In the prison examination room, you will be taken off the Spider-Man mask."
Spider-Man's hand slowly dropped.
"I don't know, sir. I've been told that Damage Control no longer pays for damage caused in the pursuit of criminals, and if I leave now, I might even get Mr. Stark accountable for—"
"Then let him be held accountable, anyway, he can afford it, and he's in prison now."
Spider-Man's round white eyes widened: "What? Mr. Stark is here—is he here as usual...?"
Zhang Dianyu shrugged: "No, just like you." Spiderman glanced at the light blue prison uniform beside him. This was sent by the guard before he came to the office with Mr. Warden. That's why he understood why Mr. Warden felt angry.
He felt a little scared.
Zhang Dianyu said, "So what did you do?"
"Dr. Octopus suddenly appeared in Midtown, so I had no choice but to..." He thought for a while, then said awkwardly, "—Do your best?"
Zhang Dianyu: "..."
Peter scratches Spider-Man's headgear: "There are probably a few blocks, and it looks a bit chaotic... I mean, they probably don't exist anymore."
"..." Zhang Dianyu sighed and looked at Peter, "So why hasn't Dr. Octopus been caught?"
"Because I failed to catch him." Peter said with some embarrassment.
An air of growing awkwardness filled the air, until it was interrupted by the sudden opening of the door.
"Peter?!" The brown-haired man in the light blue prison uniform at the door looked shocked, as if he had been punched in the face.
After Spider-Man embarrassingly recounted the reasons for being sent in, Stark became agitated.
"Sorry..." Spider-Man whispered.
"It's not your fault!" Stark exclaimed. "How dare they do it—who gave them the power? Oh yes, I was about to put that in the noses of those old fellows. "
He suddenly stretched out his right hand facing the direction out of the window.
Zhang Dianyu frowned slightly.
Ten seconds later, with the whistling sound of piercing through the air, fragments of armor flew into the office from the window one after another, covering Stark's body one by one—passing through the big hole.
The clothes covering it suddenly became tattered, covered with holes with burn marks.
Zhang Dianyu: "..."
He understood now why Stark had been left here.
But before he could speak, Stark hurriedly left a "sorry", smashed through the hole and flew out.
Spider-Man was dumbfounded.
It was the end of breakfast outside, and the prisoners who came out of the cafeteria were startled by the noise here, and they all stopped, looking at the suddenly collapsed wall here in shock.
Inside sat a calm-looking Mr. Warden.
But the prisoners didn't pay attention to this, and one of them excitedly poked the person next to him: "I won, in 10 days."
Another prisoner angrily took out a few banknotes and stuffed them into his hands.
Zhang Dianyu: "..."
Isn't gambling banned in prisons? How dare they bet on things like how long Stark can stay without breaking out of prison.
Zhang Dianyu's expression turned serious, and he frowned and called several guards to confiscate the bets of the prisoners, that is, the banknotes they brought in illegally.
Only credit cards that have been checked by the prison guards can be used here.
Zhang Dianyu sighed slowly when he heard the sound of gold coins running down his ears. While he doesn't know exactly what's going on, it doesn't look that simple.
Stark's departure this time may cause a lot of trouble, he has this premonition.
Spiderman felt a little terrified of what happened suddenly, and looked at Zhang Dianyu at a loss.
"Mr. Warden..." All this because of him
Zhang Dianyu looked at Spider-Man upon hearing the reputation, and when he saw his face, he showed a slight gentle expression.
"Your room is occupied now, you should live in the morgue."
Spider-Man's white round eyes changed, and he felt a little complicated in his heart. He didn't expect him to live in the morgue one day. Thinking of the humble dormitory I used to have, there was only a bed, a wall lamp, and a small round stool.
It seems that there is nothing wrong with the morgue either.
But there's something weird about it—it's a morgue after all
Prisoners outside were dispersed by prison guards. To be precise, they dispersed automatically after the guards confiscated the prohibited items. Even Pavlov's dog, after so many times, should understand that no matter what happens in Mr. Warden's office, don't gather outside to watch.
There's no way this wall can be covered with a dress or two now, but it doesn't seem to be any different. Zhang Dianyu thought about it, since Lecter said that a window is very important to a person's psychological state, wouldn't it be better to just lose a wall
The sun shone unscrupulously into the floor of the office, and wall dust and gravel were scattered all over the floor.
Zhang Dianyu leaned on the sofa chair, leaning his elbows on the armrest, looking at the warden's clipboard in front of him.
After he came back, he found Sexton's file page immediately, and the title column on it had indeed been erased.
It also means that the content on this piece of paper is changing with Sexton's changes.
He raised his eyebrows and saw the figures of Lecter and Warren guards in the distance, and casually said to the clipboard spread out on the desk: "Hi."
From his to-do list to learning to read minds, something is slowly surfacing.
"Someone is coming soon." Zhang Dianyu started talking to himself, "You can show up now, or I will throw it into the trash can in a few minutes."
He paused, then continued, "But it's weird that you're still in my drawer tomorrow morning, so—you've got nothing to hide anyway?"
"It's not that I don't want to show up," someone said behind him, "it's just that my current image is a little imperfect."
The voice sounded a little strange because it sounded like a child's voice.
Zhang Dianyu turned the sofa chair to the back—and found that he didn't need to doubt his hearing, because there was indeed a boy standing in front of him with a serious face, who looked only seven or eight years old.
He looked at the boy for a while without speaking.
The boy spoke first.
"I am your creator, Mr. Sample, you can call me—" the boy raised his chin slightly, and spit out the next words with some pride, "Father."
Zhang Dianyu felt that he should still doubt his hearing.