Banner seemed relieved after getting the answer, and exchanged glances with Stark behind him.
"Blood loss and lack of oxygen may have affected your brain a little bit," the doctor said thoughtfully, "Mr. Warden, do you need to lie down and rest for a while?"
The warden waited dully for a while, then shook his head: "No need."
Banner looked worried, but said nothing.
Stark slowly stretched out a hand, shaking it in front of the blank-looking warden.
Zhang Dianyu: "..."
Does this really mean that he is so deprived of oxygen that he has become an idiot
"Mr. Warden, do you remember what happened just now?" Stark asked.
Zhang Dianyu, who was hiding aside, regained his spirits immediately. He's had enough of every second character taking the blame—and this time he's cleaning up the roots.
"Yes." The warden replied a few seconds faster than before.
Stark paused for a moment to take the dangling hand in front of his eyes: "You really... committed suicide?" He felt very unbelievable, "Why?"
Zhang Dianyu accidentally asked the warden to answer: "Because I don't want to help Tony Stark raise this little thing."
This Tony Stark, obviously not the one in front of him, but a Stark from another world—God knows where he's fooling around right now, dumping this little artificial retard into this universe.
Bill looked up, with a disapproving expression on his face, and was quickly pulled away by Banner and turned to the hole where there should have been a window.
"What do you want me to see?" Bill asked Banner solemnly.
Criminals in prison uniforms outside are busy doing labor, and occasionally rush past the path in front of the office, which is not a good sight.
Banner: "..."
And Stark looked complicated.
After a while, he sighed: "If this boy is my child, I will definitely..." He couldn't help scratching his hair halfway through speaking, "Damn, I can't have a child."
Zhang Dianyu, who had been watching for a long time, gloated and said, "But you shouldn't say that in front of children, Mr. Stark."
Stark: "..."
"I think you should take him away, sir." Zhang Dianyu continued to add fuel to the flames, "and Mr. Warden also needs to start working."
Of course he said that on purpose.
The effect is also immediate.
"If I'm not mistaken," Banner turned his head suddenly, "Mr. Warden needs a break very much right now."
"And his condition...is not very healthy." Stark put down his hand holding his hair and stretched it out to Zhang Dianyu, "Miss Rita, maybe there was a little misunderstanding between us just now, I hope this will not be wrong. What impact do we have."
Zhang Dianyu raised his head slightly, and from the eyes above the other party's light red sunglasses, he could see 100% insincerity.
He also showed a fake smile: "Of course not, Mr. Stark."
"Mr. Warden, I think you should go out and relax." Stark turned to the somewhat sluggish warden next to him. The wound on the young man's neck has faded to almost invisible, but the remaining blood on the black hair has congealed into blood clots, and the clothes are also soaked in different shades by the sprayed blood. He looks like a homeless man just picked up from the murder scene .
Banner broke the silence and asked tentatively, "Mr. Warden, I think you should also change a piece of clothing?"
Zhang Dianyu next to him: "..."
In fact, the warden should also wash off the blood on his body, otherwise he may enter the mental hospital and never come out.
In fact, he still has another idea-the warden has fully recovered now, as long as the blood is wiped clean, even if Stark tells the psychiatrist that he has just committed suicide, he will only get a "maybe you are crazy" " look.
Then when he comes back to prison intact tomorrow, he can go out to make money.
A better tomorrow is just around the corner.
But there is still today before tomorrow. First of all, Zhang Dianyu has to follow the plan.
This is really a bit embarrassing for him. He's just learned how to keep the warden from hugging a cactus, and now he's going to take the second character to take a bath? He thinks he can't do it.
But it's okay to bite the bullet.
"I want to clean up the blood." The warden thought for a while, then turned to Stark and Banner.
Stark refused him almost without hesitation: "Are you kidding, you can't even change clothes—I won't let you out of sight casually."
The warden watched him intently.
"I wouldn't shower with a man either," Stark added.
Next to him, leaning against the wall with no expression on his face, Zhang Dianyu, who was entering text in the dialog box: "?"
He deleted all the text in the input box and replaced it with a simple and powerful word: "Get lost."
Stark: "..."
"Don't think I don't know, you are going to drive us away and commit suicide." Stark plausibly said, "I will never agree."
Zhang Dianyu racked his brains, thinking about how to fool him.
After much deliberation, I still can only throw the pot away.
"As long as you take this boy away, I won't commit suicide." Zhang Dianyu even found a shortcut key to control the character's expression, causing the warden to pull out a stiff and strange smile, "You will take him away, right? "
Hearing the words, Bill turned his head, and the disapproval in his eyes grew even stronger.
The corner of Banner's mouth twitched, and he snapped the boy's head back wordlessly. But in the end he thought for a moment, and said to the warden in front of him: "Can I take him to my room to change clothes first?"
The warden nodded numbly.
Banner opened the closet, and saw that next to a row of flat-pressed brown-gray suits, there was another row of small suits that were almost miniaturized, and each suit had a cute dust bag on the hanger. Red bow tie.
Zhang Dianyu: "..."
The bill said that his appearance did not match the reality, but the equipment was quite well prepared.
Banner took out a small suit and took the bill away, leaving only Zhang Dianyu and Stark in the office.
Miss Rita stood by the wall with her arms folded, with a look of intimacy on her face, she seemed to be quite indifferent to everything that happened before her, and she was too stubborn to listen to any suggestions.
In fact, whatever he said to her, Zhang Dianyu, who was single-minded and dual-purpose, went in his left ear and out his right ear.
The warden turned his neck mechanically, and looked at Stark with a bloody face: "How is it?"
"..." Stark nodded reluctantly: "I will watch you."
Zhang Dianyu asked the warden to refuse without hesitation: "It is impossible for me to take a bath with a man."
"?" Stark: "I mean outside! I'll check on you all the time, you have to answer me."
The two barely came to an agreement.
A few minutes later, the warden mechanically held a clean brown-gray suit and a brand new shirt tie, and staggered towards the bathroom that could only be reached through the outer hall.
Stark saw the jailer staring at the door frame for a long time before stepping in.
A few minutes later, there was the sound of rushing water inside.
and a bang.
Stark took a deep breath and raised his voice: "Mr. Warden?"
Zhang Dianyu, who was busy telling the warden not to break the shower head, frantically opened the dialog box to enter text.
"I'm fine." The warden replied slowly.
However, in the following time, loud noises came from inside one after another, making Stark wonder if the warden wanted to kill himself by smashing his head.
Zhang Dianyu used the highest brain speed to ensure that the warden locked the door tightly from the inside.
"Mr. Warden, are you okay?" Stark asked loudly. He turned the doorknob hard, his eyebrows furrowed tightly together.
If the warden doesn't answer, he may really want to smash the door.
Zhang Dianyu devoted part of his attention to typing in the dialog box, but the warden slammed into the door again, and then replied in a calm tone: "I'm fine."
Stark: "..."
Zhang Dianyu: "..."
He did his best.
When he finally made the warden tie up his tie crookedly and pushed open the bathroom door, Stark, who was sitting on the sofa outside, suddenly looked up for a moment and heaved a sigh of relief.
There seemed to be a trace of surprise in his expression, as if it was normal for the warden to commit suicide inside.
Stark's eyes lingered on the warden for a while, and finally he couldn't help pointing to his cheek: "Mr. Warden, your face seems to have been hit black."
Zhang Dianyu, who was still standing in the office across a wall: "..."
He really did his best.
Stark saw Mr. Warden turning his head slowly, with no expression on his face, just nodded slowly.
The young man's tie was not as neatly tied as usual, and even a little messy.
Banner also came back from his room with a change of bills. He glanced at the warden and Stark who was sitting next to him on the sofa in the outer hall, and nodded: "So you plan to leave?"
The warden didn't respond to this sentence at all, while Miss Rita in the office secretly let out a sigh of relief.
He was really exhausted by now.
But it also proves that the bill is not lying-although this second role requires a little proficiency to manipulate, it is indeed much more normal than playing two roles online.
Although it is not so tiring to cut numbers live and perform, he now understands a truth.
He can't always call his other character's name affectionately—it's very easy to cause misunderstandings.
"Miss Rita?"
Someone outside suddenly raised his voice and shouted.
It took Zhang Dianyu a while to realize that he was calling himself.
He regained his energy, walked out of the office slowly on high heels, closed the green staff door, and stopped at the door.
"Mr. Stark, are you calling me?"
"Mr. Warden's recent condition may require a period of recuperation, and I think this is why he needs an acting warden." Stark stretched out his right hand again, with a polite and polite expression on his face. Smile, "If you need any help, you can call me anytime."
Zhang Dianyu also twitched the corner of his mouth slightly, showing a businesslike smirk: "Then I may trouble you—but I don't think Mr. Warden should take so long a rest, he is a very work-oriented person."
This is true. From another perspective, keeping this prison is like keeping his life.
The smile on Stark's face didn't disappear, and he suddenly asked, "Miss Rita, how do you know?"