Theoretically speaking, it should be that the Supreme Mage gave full play to his spirit of inquiry during the few hours of doing nothing, combined with profound medical knowledge and rich experience, and cured the Joyce guard.
However this is impossible.
Dr. Strange is an obnoxiously real man, and if he could have cured Joyce's guards, Joyce would have happily left the hospital—but getting out of prison was out of the question.
Zhang Dianyu thought for a while, went back to the office and took out a clipboard, sat on his sofa and read the prison report during this period.
At present, the staff in the prison are mixed with pixel villains and real humans. To be honest, Zhang Dianyu doesn’t know how they coexist peacefully—after all, even if such a large-scale prison break happened, the pixel villains are still sending reports to his office step by step. next to the table.
If an assistant is present at this time, the pixel guards will follow Zhang Dianyu's instructions and send the report to the assistant's room outside, waiting for Banner to sort them out and select the documents that Zhang Dianyu needs to review.
But in fact, all the useful information Zhang Dianyu can see on the game panel. It's just that he still has to pretend to be reading the file, otherwise his game panel will be exposed.
Zhang Dianyu inspected the confinement room first—as expected, Magneto had already escaped with the escape army, which was within his expectation.
Compared with the time when the clown escaped from prison, the damage to the restricted area is not so serious, because the plan of the red skull is to cooperate with the inside and outside, and he probably took the key to open the door.
After all, the key to the prison is not particularly difficult to obtain.
Zhang Dianyu felt that he should start a new course plan for the pixel villain guards, and popularize the importance of such things as keys—the Italians on his side should pay more attention to them than undercover agents.
As for the undercover agent, he probably needs to have a good talk with Penguin when he is sent back.
Best to talk to Hulk - although he's not that green in prison.
After looking through the financial situation of the prison, Zhang Dianyu fell into deep thought. Judging from the current situation, he finally understood what his suddenly activated skills could be used for.
Move bricks.
As a prison warden, does he actually want to do renovations himself to fill the funding loophole
"It's becoming a real estate agent." The serious boy's voice suddenly appeared in his ears.
"..." Zhang Dianyu: "I think we need to have three chapters. You can't spy on my thinking, and you can't suddenly speak in my ear—no, let's put it this way, it's better if you appear in front of me in a fucking physical form."
"You've got to save the funding of the prison, or you're going to...be an inmate."
Zhang Dianyu also remembered this matter. According to the bill, if he runs a prison deficit for more than one-third of his tenure as warden, he becomes a failure sample, just like the pixel inmates before him.
It is precisely because of this that the intelligence of the prisoners always seems to be a little higher than that of the pixel guards.
Zhang Dianyu thought about the Hulk he saw just now, and felt a chill in his heart.
The decoration team that went out to perform the task has not come back, because the returning team is not full-Hulk is still outside smashing the Hydra base, so it must not be full.
What's more, they need to complete the task before they can come back. If Hulk really smashed the decoration site, they probably won't be able to come back.
Zhang Dianyu silently glanced at the total assets of the prison, and suddenly said, "I'm sorry, I didn't listen to you."
From another perspective, although this act is not very reliable, it has indeed been helping him. From the prison decoration team and the real estate agent, to letting him stay and deal with prison issues first as Fergus, he really doesn't want him to be removed from the position of warden and become a prisoner.
"Why help me?"
"In theory, I'm not helping you, I'm saving you." Bill's voice sounded serious, "Most of the samples will die after becoming prisoners, because the death rate in this prison is high."
Zhang Dianyu: "..."
"But at least you didn't send the rioting prisoners into the transformer room to pretend to be burned to death in an accident." Bill said with some embarrassment, "Although you don't look very smart, you are indeed the best version of the sample."
Zhang Dianyu: "?"
Who is not so smart
"Wait," Zhang Dianyu said slowly, "You mean, I didn't do those things?"
But he has it in his memory, and sent the prisoner to the transformer room to be executed as a game.
"That wasn't you, but it did happen," Bill said. "The memory of 114 failed samples will be integrated into your 'past'. Wouldn't that feel better? Including you and the next sample in the simulation run experience."
"The next sample?" Zhang Dianyu found a key question, "I'm not dead yet, so you have the next sample?"
"You're not dead, but the next sample is," Bill replied. "That's why you had to stay."
"Wait..." Zhang Dianyu suddenly realized something, "You mean, the next sample is Mr. Fergus?"
In theory Mr. Foggs was the old warden, but after the previous warden had been dismissed for incompetence, there seemed to be nothing wrong with bringing back the retired warden.
Zhang Dianyu's little bit of emotion just now disappeared suddenly.
Could it be that the whole town of Untitled is a backup for the bill—there are many children whose families are serving prison sentences.
"You feel sad," Bill said, "why? The townspeople of Untitled are not replacements for you and Mr. Fergus, they are how new guards are born—in ten years, the town's children will grow into new guard."
"..." Zhang Dianyu: "Are you serious? More than ten years?" He thought for a while, then added blankly, "You think too much, I'm not sad."
"But I didn't think about it, I felt it from your brain," Bill said.
"..." Zhang Dianyu: "Do you know how perverted this behavior is?"
Bill: "This is a very serious allegation."
Zhang Dianyu: "—It also violated my right to privacy."
Bill: "…"
The boy's voice disappeared for a moment before reappearing: "But you are not human."
"But," Zhang Dianyu said meaningfully, "according to what you just said, I am now the only 'sample' you can use."
Bill didn't see anything wrong with the ensuing conversation: "Yes."
"If I find out that you are spying on my thoughts again, I will quit my job." Zhang Dianyu threatened, "Everyone in the prison is talented, and they speak nicely. I like them so much that I have long wanted to be a prisoner. "
Bill: "…"
Although the facts told him that Zhang Dianyu was speaking ironically, he already knew that Zhang Dianyu really dared to do this.
"I suggest you create a 'carrier' for yourself," Zhang Dianyu rested his elbows slightly on the armrest of the sofa chair, "or you can do it yourself, and the prison will be yours."
Although he didn't know why Bill didn't manage the prison himself, since he would make 116 samples, he would definitely not easily break this rule.
There was a moment of peace in Zhang Dianyu's ears, and Bill did not speak for a while.
After a while, the boy finally spoke again.
"Actually," but the voice seemed to suddenly become distant, as if it came from behind Zhang Dianyu, as if separated by a door, with a strange sense of unreality, "I did create a carrier, but it is currently It doesn't look too suitable for a prison, so I temporarily parked it in your bedroom."
Zhang Dianyu had a bad premonition.
The next second, the green staff door behind him was opened, and a black-haired boy who was almost identical to the previous virtual image stood inside, holding the doorknob, looking over with serious blue eyes, showing disapproval.
Zhang Dianyu: "..."
He always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't figure it out, so he could only say casually: "Your shell is quite strange, a bit like that Batman."
"No," replied Act, "this is my maker, another Tony Stark from the parallel universe."
Zhang Dianyu: "..." This peer looks very different from the one he knows.
While he was thinking wildly, someone came over from the path outside the office, it was Doctor Strange—as the Red Skull had just demolished the wall facing the outside of the office not long ago, at this time it was equivalent to separating the two. Looking at a collapsed wall from a distance, they are very puzzled by each other.
There was a stack of papers under Strange's arm, and Zhang Dianyu was also very curious why the Supreme Mage who had just escaped came to him.
The doctor looked the same as usual, but his hands were shaking badly—but Zhang Dianyu couldn't judge from it whether he was frightened by the incident just now, after all, his hands were shaking when he was fine.
Strange came over and put the stack of papers on Zhang Dianyu's desk: "Here is the questionnaire you asked for, Mr. Warden."
Zhang Dianyu slowly recalled what this was - it was a questionnaire he had formulated to determine whether windows were needed in prisons. Unexpectedly, Dr. Strange hadn't forgotten, and stubbornly collected all the questionnaire results.
"Thank you for your hard work." Zhang Dianyu said sincerely.
He flipped through the questionnaire, and there were a lot of abusive words like "FXXK" written on it with a signature pen, which was unsightly, but he miraculously filled in an answer.
But at this time, Zhang Dianyu no longer needed this questionnaire. At first he didn't know why he didn't think the prison needed windows, but the bill explained everything very clearly.
While he doesn't yet know where the "test runs" that Bill says he did with 116 samples took place, from his recollection of the game, something seems to be missing from the first 114 failed samples.
Zhang Dianyu put the stack of questionnaires on the desk and stared at it.
"Mr. Warden?" Strange said suddenly. "May I ask a question?"
Zhang Dianyu raised his eyes: "What's the problem?"
"Who's that?" Strange said briefly.
Zhang Dianyu followed his gaze and found that what the other party was referring to was the bill.
Then before he had time to answer, he heard Bill reply in a serious manner: "Don't worry about me, I have a father-son relationship with Mr. Warden, but I will not affect anything related to prison management."
Zhang Dianyu heard the sound of chaotic footsteps, and they all stopped when the words landed.
He slowly looked at the path on the other side, and saw Stark first, then Peter beside him, and Banner with a tired face, and a black skin in the shadow, and half a pointed cat ear.
Zhang Dianyu: "..."
The scene was silent for a while, but he didn't know how to explain it—he could neither admit that he was Bill's father, nor could he admit that Bill was his own father.
He didn't even intend to pay attention to the father and son nonsense about the bill.
He even felt a sense of disobedience, as if this little thing was trying to understand human society, but went astray.
Is this how father and son use it
"Warden... sir...?"
Under the eyes of everyone trying to push him forward, Banner could only bite the bullet and ask.
Zhang Dianyu paused for a moment, smiled, got up and walked to Bill's side, stretched out his hand and rubbed the black head.
"Yes, I am his father."
He put Bill's shoulders on his shoulders, slowly bent over a little, and mouthed viciously - call me.
After a while, the black-haired boy spoke.
"dad."