Zhang Dianyu: "..."
He let go of his hand a little dejectedly, leaving the few people behind him behind, and walked towards his office.
Peter poked his head over, remembering Mr. Warden's instructions again, and put a hood on his head. Stark couldn't help but rolled his eyes, and pushed the boy back into the room with a look of disbelief: "Go wash your hood, Spider-Man."
Zhang Dianyu closed the green staff door behind him.
Stark who rushed over took a deep breath and said outside the door: "I know."
Zhang Dianyu became even more angry.
Why does everyone think that his mental illness can be regarded as a secret that is not a secret? Besides, he didn't!
The boy in a small brown-gray suit and a red bow tie sat on the sofa in an orderly manner, looking at him solemnly: "You don't look very good."
Zhang Dianyu stared at the boy's face silently. If possible, he would like to press the bill to the pot of cacti that grew extremely lushly next to him.
"Is it because of what I told Stark?" Bill asked again.
"You call this the truth?" Zhang Dianyu was so angry that the top of his head was smoking.
The voice outside the door stopped.
But Zhang Dianyu could see from the map that the person did not leave.
"This is the whole truth that can be revealed." Bill didn't understand why he was angry, "Don't you want me to tell him?"
Zhang Dianyu took a deep breath: "You know he is outside right now, can he hear you?"
Bill nodded: "So this is the truth that can be revealed."
"Oh, yes." Stark said nonchalantly outside the door, "I just found out I'm here, too."
Zhang Dianyu: "..."
One of these two people is pretending to be stupid, and the other is really stupid. They may want to piss him off.
"Come in." Zhang Dianyu said.
"What?" Stark outside the door was a little surprised, "I thought you locked the door."
"Have you lost the ability to test objects with your upper limbs?" Zhang Dianyu said coldly, "That's what evolution gave... I'm mentally ill."
He felt a little suffocated.
Bill on the sofa shook his head slowly and solemnly.
Zhang Dianyu: "..." Can't even say that he and Bill are not considered decent human beings!
The door handle turned slightly, and the green staff door was pushed open. Stark standing outside looked a bit complicated: "Yes, Mr. Warden, I already know-but I think things will turn around." Zhang Dianyu returned to his sofa chair with a blank expression, and he didn't respond to any words. All indifferent.
"Judging from the current situation, the prison is not too bad." Stark paused, "except for the financial situation."
Zhang Dianyu: "..."
It is really which pot is not opened and which pot is lifted.
"If you don't want to leave the prison, maybe Hannibal Lecter can talk to you under supervision..."
Before Stark finished speaking, Zhang Dianyu interrupted him: "Are you okay?"
Stark: "?"
"Do you know what happens to people who 'chat' with the ogre?" Zhang Dianyu replied angrily.
Stark coughed: "But he's free."
Zhang Dianyu: "..."
Terrible, even a little emotional - if it wasn't that he wasn't mentally ill at all.
If he didn't know that Stark didn't have any way to provide subsidies for the prison, he would definitely roll his eyes in his heart as before, complaining about how the richest man in New York is so stingy.
But it's not him who is stingy, it's the world—this is true.
Zhang Dianyu ruthlessly rejected Stark's proposal: "No need, I'm not sick."
There was a voice of agreement from the sofa. "Yes, he's not ill," said Bill solemnly.
Stark hesitated to speak, so he shrugged his shoulders: "So... treat this as a parent-child activity? Mr. Warden, you and this kid whose name cannot be revealed to me, who is said to be my own son, can Let’s chat with a psychiatrist and talk about the confusion and confusion in your heart?”
From Stark's long list of prefixes describing the bill, Zhang Dianyu felt the powerlessness he felt.
But he will never let it go.
"I refuse." Zhang Dianyu said, "You can leave now." He thought for a while, then added, "By the way, take him away."
He felt great when he heard that Stark planned to take Bill to do a paternity test and psychological counseling.
He'd be happy to be free of the artificial mental retardation bill that pissed him off for a few days.
Stark felt that this matter might need to be slowly persuaded by the warden, but at least he agreed to let him take the boy away-the child looked young, and although he already had the stubbornness of an adult, it might be a good breakthrough.
No matter how he looked at it, Stark felt that this could not be his illegitimate child.
But whether the child is or not, he looks like he needs some help—although he is not a psychologist, but there must be something wrong with a child who refuses to reveal his name
Of course, by the way, you can also check whether the child's DNA is recorded in the population database to find out his true identity.
The old warden who died cast a cloud of suspicion over the whole matter. For some reason, Stark looked at the child as if he saw Mr. Warden when he was a child, wondering if he had also experienced this period.
He frowned slightly and offered his farewell.
"I'll pick him up tomorrow morning." Stark turned to the boy on the couch. "I have a good idea—maybe by tomorrow morning, you'll be willing to tell me your name."
Bill answered without hesitation: "Impossible."
Stark: "..."
He thought that most children were very polite, but he didn't expect that there were exceptions.
After Stark left, Zhang Dianyu opened the map and carefully observed the surrounding people. Dr. Banner was sending Stark away, and the two seemed to have something to talk about, with various bubbles popping up on their heads, most of which were question marks.
Not to mention them, Zhang Dianyu also has many question marks, but he is used to it.
Peter dons the Spider-Man costume. Taking advantage of the release time, when the prisoners did not participate in hard labor and were crowded in the courtyard, they went to the laundry room to wash their uniforms.
In order to allow him to come out and do his own things when the prisoners' movements are restricted, Zhang Dianyu specially arranged different free time for the prisoners in blue prison uniforms.
That's why Spider-Man can sneak into the laundry room at this time.
Zhang Dianyu frowned, thinking that going on for a long time was not an option. Although superheroes mostly like to be active at night - but that's because criminals like to do things at night.
I'm all in prison, so I eat well, sleep well, work a lot, and adjust my healthy routine by the way.
He watched Spider-Man on the map stuff his red and blue uniform into the washing machine, and an idea slowly dawned on him.
But it's going to take time to get there -- it just depends on whether what the bill says is true.
Zhang Dianyu glanced at the bill on the sofa, and suddenly showed a kind smile.
The boy looked at him, unaware of the meaning behind it.
"That's how it is," Zhang Dianyu thought for a while, "As for my second character, is there a way to make him... a little bit more normal?"
Bill blinked, not understanding the meaning of his words: "They are very normal."
Zhang Dianyu took a deep breath and warned himself that the person in front of him at this moment was a mentally handicapped person, so don't get angry at the mentally handicapped person.
"Don't you think their movements are very mechanical, and it is very easy to reveal the identity of the double when talking with people?" After Zhang Dianyu finished speaking, he thought for a while and added: "You don't need to think, anyway, I think so, you can give me a solution .”
"I can't get involved with your—"
Zhang Dianyu interrupted the bill: "Fix it for me!"
Bill put his hands on his knees neatly, staring at Zhang Dianyu with his dark blue eyes, and didn't speak for a while.
Zhang Dianyu stood with folded arms, not intending to give in at all.
"I can help you choose a new character." Bill said hesitantly, "This character's skills will be activated when she is first used, and her skills are related to 'control', not only including the control of prisoners and prisons, but also There is a temporary operation for another interface."
Zhang Dianyu smiled, and he knew there must be a solution to the bill.
"Is this one of the people who was supposed to replace me?"
Bill nodded: "Yes, she manipulates the prisoners very well, and the results of every test are better than yours."
Zhang Dianyu: "?"
He decided not to ask, the bill would make him uncomfortable if he asked.
But he noticed a new problem.
"Wait, her?"
Bill nodded. "This character of yours is a female human interface with special strengths and weaknesses well worth developing—"
"Are you kidding me?" Zhang Dianyu felt unbelievable, "That is to say, if I want to switch between my 'main interface' and the new character, will it be male or female?"
"Precisely," Bill agreed, "as a human specimen, you don't have sex—"
Zhang Dianyu finally brought up the bill with a small bow tie.
"You are very angry," Bill's short legs were hanging in the air, but the eyebrows on his small face were furrowed, "I don't understand why."
Zhang Dianyu: "..."
He threw the bill back on the sofa, scratched his hair, and finally decided to give up the communication and let go of this little thing: "Forget it. So, where is this character? Find her for me."
"She's in the application column for the acting warden." Bill replied, "She shouldn't have appeared so soon, but because of your request, I temporarily used up an agreement with the world to fine-tune the order of the random characters." , setting her as the next activated character."
Zhang Dianyu opened the game panel, and saw the option to act as the warden in the staff column. After opening it, he saw a row of avatars, but except for the first one, the bottom ones were all gray.
This is a woman with long black hair and blue eyes. The corners of the mouth in the photo reveal a cold and hard line, which looks very unfriendly.
"So, can I just choose to let her come for the interview?" Zhang Dianyu asked.
But Bill shook his head: "You forgot the most critical step—the second role will only be activated when the main interface is in danger and cannot cope with the situation in a sober state."
Zhang Dianyu was dumbfounded, his head was shocked.
"so… "
The boy on the sofa was picked up and thrown back by him just now, his black hair looked a little messy, but his expression was still serious.
"So you have to endure the danger of your life."
Zhang Dianyu: "..."
"Am I going to find someone to kill me?" He thought for a while, "When we chatted today, Magneto seemed to have this tendency, why don't I ask him to try?"
Bill looked at him and blinked: "If you attack the warden in the prison, the sentence will be increased according to the severity of the situation, and most prisoners will not choose to agree."
Zhang Dianyu disagreed very much. The first time he activated Sexstone was because he was "killed" by a prisoner.
But looking at it from another angle, if he ran over to Magneto and said "Can you kill me", the other party would probably not agree, and would even throw a contemptuous look at him, thinking that he had some kind of conspiracy.
Zhang Dianyu fell into deep thought.
Early the next morning, Stark, who was neatly dressed, stood in front of the green employee door, raised his right hand to knock on the door, and heard a conversation coming from inside.
"Have you thought about it?"
It was the boy's serious voice as usual.
"Just cut your wrists."
He heard the warden answer.