It was the meal time for the prisoners. If Lecter hadn't been sent to the opposite side by Zhang Dianyu to do hard labor, he might have happened to see this scene at this time.
Thinking of this, Zhang Dianyu couldn't help praising his foresight.
But when he hid the "father and son" duo and came out of the bedroom—the lock on the green staff door clicked, and Banner walked in with a folder.
"Mr. Warden, this is the resume of the psychiatrist who made an appointment to interview this morning. I have printed it out for you—uh, Mr. Stark has already left?"
Banner was a little strange, just 20 minutes ago, he was sitting at the dining table near the entrance of the cafeteria eating, just in time to see Stark and the warden walking towards the office, having a good talk, and leaving so soon
Zhang Dianyu: "..."
Banner really can't open the pot and lift it.
"Mr. Stark is here for Alcatraz," Zhang Dianyu found the easiest reason to explain, "After all, you should also know that the other half of Alcatraz is owned by Stark Industries."
Banner nodded, seeming to have accepted the statement.
Zhang Dianyu also secretly heaved a sigh of relief.
Banner left the papers and left. Zhang Dianyu picked it up and opened the cover, glanced at it, exchanged glances with the well-dressed Jonathan Klein in the photo, and then threw it aside.
Anyway, he couldn't really let the scarecrow stay here for a long time.
Fear is an important means of punishing prisoners, just the right amount of fear can make prisoners serve their sentences obediently. Let this abnormal psychology expert who has a unique hobby of fear stay here, and the prison may enter hell mode.
It was only nine o'clock at this time, and there was still an hour before Klein's interview. Zhang Dianyu went to check Stark and bills in the room on purpose. The boy looked like he was in a coma, and the rise and fall of his chest was so weak that he couldn’t see it—but Stark was different. He was breathing steadily and his face was rosy. There is no danger.
Zhang Dianyu stared at the man's face for a long time, trying to convince himself that the man was not asleep.
But he looked like he was asleep.
Zhang Dianyu finally understood what other people thought when he was unconscious on the main interface—it was outrageous.
He sort of guessed where Bill wanted to take Stark. It is nothing more than another world he has been to - or another world where Stark exists. Strictly speaking, it should not be a real place, it can only be regarded as a dream. Zhang Dianyu also doesn't understand why he connected to the dream of the other Stark. According to what the bill said before, that Stark should also be in a severe coma now, because he completely deleted the dream that he had been transformed by the Extremis virus. after the brain.
He didn't understand what that meant—amnestics in the brain, but his own personality was still there? Bill wanted to take this Stark to meet his creator, for what? Let him learn his lesson and amend the bill
Anyway, all he knew was that Stark was hiding in the bedroom unconsciously, and if someone saw his reputation, his reputation would decline again.
Even Zhang Dianyu himself now almost understands his personality among the prisoners: ruthless abuse of prisoners - he can't explain this, he thought he was playing a game of raising prisoners; messing around with men and women - but It's all himself; extremely stingy and stingy - where's the conscience? They ate smoked sausage every day! Dislike bad food? Why don't you think about the food in the prison when you commit a crime!
The difference between here and ordinary prisons is that in most private prisons, money can be exchanged for treatment. Although it is not impossible in this prison, they are unwilling to go to the morgue, and Zhang Dianyu can do nothing.
Perhaps after the Alcatraz Prison is completed, there will be some free cells here, which will be used to transform them into advanced cells, so that the prisoners can spend their prison construction expenses somewhere.
When Zhang Dianyu couldn't help but enter the bedroom for the third time to check the status of Stark and Stark, he was almost smashed by Banner.
Klein arrived at the prison gate fifteen minutes earlier, and the guard reported the situation to the assistant warden, so he knocked on the office door.
Zhang Dianyu turned his back to the office door, still holding the bedroom doorknob in his hand, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on his back uncontrollably.
If Banner had come half a minute earlier, he might have seen someone lying on the bed—Bill was relatively small, completely blocked by Stark.
Zhang Dianyu controlled his emotions, turned around and nodded to Banner: "Go and pick up Dr. Klein. If there is no accident, he will be the psychiatrist here from now on."
Of course, he deliberately described Klein as more important, just to drive Banner away.
After being nearly exposed twice, he didn't dare to go in and out of the bedroom with people around him, but he still didn't feel at ease.
After Banner left, Zhang Dianyu walked to the door with a blank expression and cautiously, quickly glanced at the corridor outside, and after confirming that no one was there, he quickly returned to the bedroom, pulled the quilt over Stark's head up. Then the bill inside was moved to the outermost side, and it was simply camouflaged.
He listened attentively to the noises from outside, and before the sound of footsteps, he left the bedroom and took a look from the outside—if he didn't get closer, he shouldn't be able to find Stark hidden inside.
Afterwards, he carefully closed the bedroom door, and after confirming that the door lock would not slip off, he returned to his sofa chair and took a deep breath to stabilize his emotions.
Although the visitor is a psychopathic criminal, he is also a well-accomplished expert in psychology, and he needs to be careful not to expose information.
Except for the person in his room - and most importantly, he already knew the identity of the other party.
This is obviously quite unreasonable. The Scarecrow in this world has not exposed himself yet, but left Gotham due to various accidents, thus avoiding his natural enemy Batman.
That's pretty bad.
Although there are all kinds of superheroes in this world who have been fighting against this type of criminals, but at this time, because the federal government is preparing to implement the Super Human Registration Act, it is also in chaos. It is hard to say whether Klein will fish in troubled waters during this period. .
Maybe he got some news and learned the secret that this prison is the place where superhuman criminals are held—in fact, it can't be called a secret, but because the number of people in custody is not large, it has not been known to the public for the time being.
But at its root, isn't the confrontation between superhumans and ordinary people brought about by the fear of unknown and uncontrollable forces
Zhang Dianyu also flipped through the statements on the news during this time. After seeing all kinds of accidents caused in the process of chasing criminals, he also had to agree with the existence of the bill—but obviously the consequences cannot be determined by Stark. One person to bear.
The Tony Stark in another universe was so confident that he was arrogant—he knew that the bill had many loopholes, but he was powerless to change the status quo, so he took all the blame on himself.
In the end, he almost used his life to ensure that the Premier League list was not leaked.
But who has reason to believe the notorious "former arms dealer", "executor", and "warmaker" Tony Stark? Until the last moment, no one knows that he will keep this promise even if he loses everything.
Moreover, from the perspective of others, Zhang Dianyu had to admit that they were right.
No one would entrust their secrets and their lives to an unlikely playboy, even if he put on a battle armor to protect the earth.
Zhang Dianyu thought wildly until there was a knock on the office door.
Subconsciously, he looked at his watch. It was exactly ten o'clock—not a minute too late, and he was not late.
Zhang Dianyu frowned.
The green staff door was pushed open, and the person who came in subconsciously stared at this door with a special color, then immediately turned to look at Zhang Dianyu in the office, smiled and nodded: "Mr. Warden. "
Zhang Dianyu was also looking at the other party.
Klein was even more well-dressed than the photo on his resume, wearing a dark suit and gold-rimmed eyes, as if he really was a psychologist who specialized in academics in college.
"Doctor Klein." Zhang Dianyu looked at the other party, and motioned to the sofa next to him, "Please sit down."
The resume provided by Klein has a medical qualification certificate. Since the other party is here to interview a psychiatrist, of course he must address him as a doctor.
Klein smiled and sat down on the sofa, before getting to the point: "I heard that the prison needs a psychiatrist."
"Forever—doctor, I don't think you know how many people in the prison need professional treatment in this area." Zhang Dianyu shrugged. He realized that he didn't have much interview experience—even at the beginning, he thought that the employees were randomly generated by the game. Yes, the interview is more like a cutscene.
"No, Mr. Warden." Klein looked at the young man behind the desk and said, "I chose to come here precisely because I hope to understand and help those who have committed crimes due to mental problems—Mr. , are you injured?"
Zhang Dianyu was a little surprised, he followed the other person's gaze, and only saw a few drops of blood on his sleeve.
He recalled that it seemed to be left behind while trying to wake Stark with a cactus spine.
Zhang Dianyu raised his head, met Klein's eyes following him, and smiled kindly: "Oh, that's not my blood."
After he finished speaking, he found that the smile on Klein's face seemed to freeze for a moment—or it might be his hallucination, because then he found that Klein's smile became more gentle and pure.
Zhang Dianyu fell into deep thought.
He felt that he was not very good at interviewing, and he should let Banner come in the future—although he still wanted to get Banner out of prison affairs as soon as possible, join the Avengers as soon as possible, do what he really should do, and become the person he should be.
But he is really not good at this.
However, as the warden, he shouldn't have to interview employees in person every time. When Alcatraz Prison is running stably, maybe he should hire a real assistant.
But now, he looked at Klein, who seemed to be sitting a little stiffly on the sofa, and tried his best to experience his current feeling.
It didn't look like a fear of gas poisoning—although he was still feeling the urgency of running out of money, it should be his daily experience, not a heightened fear.
That being the case, he also wanted to end this interview.
The next procedure should be to discuss with Bill how to keep a close eye on Klein, stop him before he is ready to make trouble, and reveal his true identity.
There are already many versions of the legend of the "Scarecrow" on the Internet, and he was sent to Arkham just one step away from revealing his identity. Unexpectedly, he had a new target.
"Then, Dr. Klein, if you have nothing else to ask, your interview has passed." Zhang Dianyu said, "My assistant will take you to the psychiatrist's office, where there is also a colleague of yours , if you have any questions, you can ask him."
Zhang Dianyu easily dumped the blame on Strange.
After Klein left, Zhang Dianyu took advantage of Banner's dismissal and opened the bedroom door again to check the situation inside.
Too bad nothing has changed.
The shark king in the air confinement room was transferred to an ordinary cell before dawn - due to his size, the ordinary confinement cell was already as small as a coffin for him. He spent one night in a small transparent air confinement room, and he had long since lost the strength to threaten others, and collapsed into an empty cell in the psychiatric ward.
Zhang Dianyu didn't intend to immediately ask him if he was willing to cooperate—he planned to give the Shark King a whole day of thinking time. If he recovered at night and changed his mind, he could continue yesterday's air cell tonight.
In the midst of repeated regrets, one day he would sincerely agree to Zhang Dianyu's exchange conditions. For this reason, Zhang Dianyu was willing to wait for a while.
Banner led the new psychiatrist on the trail leading to the psychiatric ward, with a trace of worry on his brow.
In fact, the psychiatrist looked a little weak. Ordinary mental patients are terrifyingly aggressive when they attack, but mentally ill criminals who can be imprisoned are obviously violent.
It is not that the psychiatrists in prisons have not been murdered by prisoners—speaking of Strange's luck, he has not encountered any threats from mentally ill criminals so far.
When he was about to reach the psychiatric ward, Klein suddenly stopped and looked at the sky.
When Banner realized that the new psychiatrist hadn't followed, he turned around and met his gaze: "Doctor Klein, do you have any questions?"
"Dr. Banner." Klein looked at him and stretched out his right hand, "I've heard of you for a long time."
Banner shook hands with the other party in some confusion. Although he was a famous physicist at one time - but the reputation should not spread to the field of psychology, right
Klein smiled slightly, but said nothing.
That night, after night fell, only one light screen was lit up in the monitoring room of the industrial park not far from the prison, but there was no one on the opposite side.
"Where's Stark?" Fury looked at the empty room suspiciously.
No one came to the meeting, and there was no Stark who was there every day.
"Sorry, Mr. Director." The voice of the artificial intelligence butler answered him, "Sir, I went to the prison to see Mr. Warden this morning, and I haven't been back."
"But you should know where he is." Fury reacted immediately.
"In fact, the unknown technology in the prison will often cause the lack of signal, and I can't always be by my husband's side within the prison." The artificial intelligence butler replied.
"Stop playing word games with me," Fury said coldly, "I understand what you mean, but you still know where he is."
"Yes, Mr. Director." The artificial intelligence steward replied, "Sir's vital signs are all normal, please don't worry."
"I'm not worried..." Fury said halfway, and immediately changed his words. "Tell me what he is doing. He is suddenly absent from tonight's meeting. What is the reason?"
AI Butler: "Because he's sleeping, Mr. Director."
Fury's face changed: "Sleeping? You mean...?"
"Just sleep, Mr. Director." The artificial intelligence replied.
Fury: "I don't believe it."
artificial intelligence:"… "
At the same time, while Banner was out for dinner, Zhang Dianyu looked at the situation in the bedroom again, but unfortunately nothing had changed.
He closed the door carefully, sat on the edge of the bed and looked at the two people who were unconscious.
If they don't come back, he'll just declare Stark brain dead.
Otherwise his bed would be gone tonight - besides, he was even faintly worried now. He can never really understand and trust the non-human Act, and he even wonders if Stark was abducted by him to another world to replace Stark there. Maybe this is the plan of Act
At this moment, he heard a knock on the office door from outside the bedroom.
"Mr. Warden, the Shark King agreed to sign an agreement to guard the underwater Alcatraz Island during the guard's inquiry. I need you to have a look at this document."
Zhang Dianyu rushed to the bedroom door and stopped again.
Banner outside the door had already opened the door and walked in, raising his voice with some doubts: "Mr. Warden?"
Theoretically at this time, Zhang Dianyu usually sits on his sofa chair to deal with prison affairs, and his dinner will be delivered by the guards, and he will not go to the restaurant to eat.
Banner's footsteps sounded outside the door, and he seemed to be walking towards the bedroom.
A moment later, there was a knock on the door that was close at hand.
"Mr. Warden, are you resting? Is there any discomfort, do you need me to call the doctor?"
Banner was a little worried, maybe because there were too many unexpected incidents recently, Mr. Warden looked a little tired.
Zhang Dianyu swallowed hard, and turned around to hide Stark a little more tightly. It was getting late, and finding Stark in his darkened bedroom at this time sounded like something was wrong.
The moment he turned around, someone covered his mouth from behind.
"Shh, don't make a sound."
He recognized Stark's voice, and was suddenly surprised, happy and angry.
The timing of this awakening doesn't seem too good - but at least Stark doesn't have to be declared brain dead.
Zhang Dianyu lowered his voice, afraid that Banner outside would hear him.
"You need to hide."
"I know," he heard Stark's voice say, "don't worry, I have experience."
Zhang Dianyu: "...?" What experience? The experience of playing hide-and-seek in other people's houses in the middle of the night
"Mentally count 30 seconds, and you'll be able to open the door," Stark said in a low voice.
Zhang Dianyu was a little confused, but Yiyan silently counted to thirty in his heart, then slowly turned the doorknob, and saw Banner's worried face outside.
Banner finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw him, and then his eyes fell on the collar of his shirt: "Mr. Warden... Where are you bleeding?"
He looked at Zhang Dianyu suspiciously.