Zhang Dianyu paused, opened his mouth slightly, and closed it again.
"Why?"
He remembered that he was but one of many "sample" for the bill. Bill is concerned about his safety simply because he is now the only "usable" sample.
Bill has a serious expression: "This is indeed difficult to answer, and I am also looking for answers to the questions."
Zhang Dianyu: "?"
The little touch he had finally brewed disappeared with the speech of the bill again.
But since he couldn't steal clothes, he gave up this idea and directly ordered Bill: "Help me watch the route, I need to leave from the blind spot of surveillance."
"Aren't you going to change clothes?" Bill asked, tilting his head.
"?" Zhang Dianyu rolled his eyes: "You said I can't take the cleaner's uniform, how can I change it?"
"This is the psychiatric ward of the hospital," Bill looked at him and said, "You can take off your clothes, it will be easier to integrate into the environment."
There were more question marks on Zhang Dianyu's face.
He raised his hand and put Bill directly under his arm, thought for a while, took off his coat and covered Bill's head, and tied a tie around his neck.
"I think," Bill's voice was muffled through the fabric, "if you do this, even if I point out all the blind spots for you, you will be found."
Zhang Dianyu looked at his big brown rice dumpling tied with a red tie, and fell into deep thought.
He could only untie the bill, and then warned him: "Don't attract other people's attention on the road, or I will tear up the bill."
Bill watched him silently.
"Okay, it's a bit cold." Zhang Dianyu shrugged, "In short, let's try."
Although he felt that even with the bill's guarantee, it would be magical for him to walk out of the hospital under the watchful eye of Iron Man.
But that's how the magic happened.
Zhang Dianyu arrived safely at a thrift store not far from the hospital, and bought a new casual outfit from it. Bill then told him it was okay to buy a used car at the shop.
He couldn't help making a question mark slowly.
"It's a thrift store," Zhang Dianyu said, standing behind a row of shelves, trying to be patient, "but there are no used cars in thrift stores."
"Uh, sir?" The clerk seemed to have heard his lowered voice and poked his head out.
Zhang Dianyu: "..."
He smiled stiffly, and rubbed the head of the black-haired boy next to him vigorously: "You are surprised. This kid is... over there." He gestured to the direction of the hospital's psychiatric department.
The clerk scratched his head: "But if you want to buy an old car, I don't think there is no way."
Zhang Dianyu: "?"
Bill looked up at him.
Zhang Dianyu smiled and pushed the boy's head down. Bill raised his head stubbornly, and tugged at the corner of Zhang Dianyu's clothes, as if he wanted to say something. Zhang Dianyu could only smile apologetically at the clerk, squatted down, and brought the bill close to his ear.
"If you paid by credit card, Stark will hear from you shortly."
Zhang Dianyu looked at Bill: "Then you still...?"
"But it only takes tens of minutes to go home from here. By the time he finds the clerk, we have arrived." Bill looked quite confident, "I think I should let you know."
Zhang Dianyu: "..." What else can he do, he has already used a credit card to buy clothes.
The clerk grinned, and asked suddenly: "Sir, if your suit is no longer needed, I can also recycle it here—may I ask which master made this suit?"
Zhang Dianyu's eyes lit up, but Bill answered seriously before him: "No, he doesn't sell it."
Thinking of the row of suits of the same style in the closet, Zhang Dianyu glared at Bill. But the boy's expression was very determined, and he couldn't snatch the clothes back in front of the clerk.
The clerk did not continue to ask questions in this regard, but picked up the mobile phone to make a call, and then wrote an address on a post-it note and handed it to Zhang Dianyu.
"It's an old buddy's shop of mine that sells used cars."
After thanking Zhang Dianyu, he took the address and went out. The location above didn't look too far away. With a bit of luck, he could indeed get there without Stark noticing.
But this position always feels a little familiar.
It wasn't until Zhang Dianyu, with the help of Bill, spent more than ten minutes arriving at the address on the post-it note that he couldn't help falling into silence.
This is the convenience store near the cemetery he used to go to, and he bought a shovel here to dig Seikestone's grave.
Zhang Dianyu glared at Bill, and met the boy's innocent blue eyes.
If Stark found out about his whereabouts at this time, I'm afraid he would think that he was digging Seikestone's tomb again-this is not appropriate, he has just washed away the suspicion of mental illness.
But now, he has to bite the bullet and do so, otherwise he won't be able to get back to the prison in time.
Zhang Dianyu pushed open the door of the convenience store.
The clerk seemed to have a good memory. After seeing him, he was slightly taken aback, and then nodded to him with a smile on his face.
Zhang Dianyu didn't go to the shelf, but walked directly in front of the clerk, and asked hesitantly, "I heard that used cars are sold here?"
The clerk's eyes lit up.
"Are you the recommended guest? That's right, this store does sell used cars."
Zhang Dianyu had several question marks on his head.
He suspected that he had been tricked by the bill, maybe he would have gone to prison by calling an Uber now—of course, it was more likely that Stark would find him directly.
But buying an old car? is it possible? Doesn't he need to go through the licensing procedures? Stark might be anxiously waiting at the door after all this is done
The clerk looked at his expression.
"Oh, I still remember you." His smile was a bit secretive, "Are you back to work again?"
Zhang Dianyu: "?"
"Don't worry, the old cars in my hand are all with complete documents." The clerk paused slightly, "If you need to re-apply for the documents, you will be fine, but the price will be increased."
Zhang Dianyu: "???"
Bill tugged at the hem of his coat. Zhang Dianyu came to his senses and said with a straight face, "I need to be able to drive now."
The clerk nodded happily.
He took Zhang Dianyu to a car repair shop in the back and finalized the deal in person, which only took ten minutes in total. The fake license plate is actually retractable and can be changed temporarily.
Zhang Dianyu was full of doubts about life when he drove on the road. He looked at Bill, who was sitting in the co-pilot, and asked incredulously, "Isn't this considered a crime?"
"This is an improper method of law enforcement and cannot be used as evidence, but you can report it to the police." Bill turned his face and said seriously, "In this way, part of the jailbreak industry chain next to the prison will also be eradicated, which can be regarded as a win-win situation." .”
Zhang Dianyu: "..."
As hellishly confusing as it was, Bill was actually doing him a little favor. It would be a good thing if the jailbreak rate could be reduced accordingly.
But—"Wait," Zhang Dianyu was silent for a moment, "Has jailbreak become an industry chain?"
"No." Bill shook his head, "Only in your prison."
Zhang Dianyu: "..."
"And by the time Stark finds the clerk and asks the artificial intelligence to search for the car from satellite maps, you're already in jail," Bill said.
Zhang Dianyu was speechless. He concentrated on controlling the warden's car, hoping not to get out of control and cause a car accident—otherwise things would really get messed up.
However, at this moment, there was another knock on the office door.
Banner pushed the door and entered: "Miss Rita, this is the address of the land that is going to be developed into a prison and the surrounding environment report. You can take a look at it first."
Zhang Dianyu was concentrating on long-distance driving, when he heard this he raised his head in shock and asked, "What address?" Shouldn't the new land he bought be next to the prison
According to the "game" experience, the prison can continue to expand by purchasing the surrounding land, so theoretically the new land should be right next to it.
Banner glanced at Rita hesitantly, and put the document in his hand on the desk.
"It's part of Alcatraz Island in San Francisco Bay. I read the contents of the document, and it seems to mainly include a prisoner's dormitory and surrounding facilities." He paused, and added, "But they are all in disrepair. "
Zhang Dianyu: "..."
Alcatraz is a name that often appears in movies and TV, thanks to its eerie prison legend. It used to be a prison for serious criminals, until it was abolished due to funding problems, and now it has become a famous tourist attraction.
"Wait, what does 'part of' mean?" Zhang Dianyu grasped the point keenly.
"It means that other parts will still be open to the public, and the ticket price will be halved." Banner replied.
"...?" Zhang Dianyu slowly put out a question mark: "What did you say? One side is locked up for vicious criminals, and the other side is open to the public for tourists to visit? What if something happens?"
Banner was silent for a while: "According to the contract, you need to pay three times the compensation, one for the family members, one for the repair of the facility, and one for the compensation to the federal government."
Zhang Dianyu: "?"
This is fishing law enforcement.
Banner also seemed to feel very inappropriate: "Miss Rita, although this matter has been approved by Mr. Warden, it seems that we should think about it again—when Mr. Warden returns, maybe we can invite Mr. Stark and Mr. Mr. Wayne and the others are here to help make some references? They all have some experience in establishing public facilities for criminals in their own cities, and may offer some suggestions."
Zhang Dianyu refused without thinking: "No need—but the warden will be back soon."
Banner was a little puzzled: "How do you know?"
"Oh, I received a call from the warden." Zhang Dianyu nonsense nonchalantly, "He was very worried about the construction of the prison outside, so he ended his vacation early, and he will be back within half an hour."
In fact, he'd be there in less than half an hour.
Before Banner left, Zhang Dianyu stopped him again: "According to the anonymous tip, there may be a den of the jailbreak industry chain nearby. You should report this address to the local police."
He copied the address on the post-it note and handed it to Banner.
Twenty minutes later, when the warden's second-hand broken car finally parked firmly at the gate of the prison, Stark also arrived at the convenience store he had been to at the same time as the police.
Neil Arnold, the manager and sole clerk of the convenience store, raised his hands under the dual pressure of the palm cannon and the muzzle.
"...is this fishing enforcement?"