Before Zhang Dianyu had time to think about this sentence, Stark suddenly jumped up from the sand.
"What's wrong?" Zhang Dianyu looked serious.
Stark: "It's a little hot."
Zhang Dianyu: "..." Isn't this nonsense
But what matters right now is finding the others—including the calculating Stark from another universe. Strange and Bill didn't know what he was doing, and they didn't know if they would be in any danger.
But although that Stark didn't tell the truth, he didn't seem to have done anything bad.
Zhang Dianyu thought about it a little bit—anyone who is suddenly pulled into another world, even the world of the spirit, will always feel a little wary. From this point of view, it seems that Stark's behavior is not difficult to understand.
But in fact, these are not the point.
Another world needs its Iron Man too.
Even though the Act has a thousand reasons to bring another Stark into this sandbox, based on what it said before, the other universe is also in chaos at this time. Norman Osborn has lost faith all over the world, Tony Stark, the former director of S.H.I.E.L.D., is still alive and dead, and Captain America goes underground with a group of cronies.
Arguably, that other universe needs its heroes more than ever.
And Zhang Dianyu also needs the bill to come back immediately - to clean up its mess.
In the next second, he almost felt that the world began to change according to his wishes, because he saw Strange and two other people standing in front of him, and Stark beside him also became serious.
Zhang Dianyu didn't dare to admit it for a while.
After all, he couldn't tell if the black-haired boy in front of him was Bill. But he found something different, the black-haired boy seemed to grow a little taller than before.
Under Zhang Dianyu's suspicious eyes, the other party helped him identify himself with his voice.
"It's going as expected and we can go back."
Zhang Dianyu: "?" The current progress is like a dream, what is the difference
The black-haired boy walked to his side automatically, with a serious expression on his face.
Perhaps Zhang Dianyu's eyes were too confused, another black-haired man standing next to Strange coughed and stretched out his right hand to Strange.
"Feel sorry."
Obviously, this is the real Stark from another universe - and he also understands that Zhang Dianyu now knows he's been lying.
But Strange frowned slightly.
"I feel as if you are agreeing on a secret that I don't know about."
Zhang Dianyu felt very innocent.
"Things are a bit complicated, but it's quite simple to say." Stark next to him said succinctly, "In short, our 'Mr. T' not only has no amnesia, but also knows everything, and even keeps teasing us."
The other Stark showed a disapproving look, and then exchanged glances with Strange.
Zhang Dianyu felt that sparks were being rubbed in the air.
On the surface, these two people stood in the endless desert, as if they were too small to be seen. But in fact, almost all of them have the ability to destroy the world, Zhang Dianyu hurriedly stopped their staring.
"If there's nothing wrong, I think there's another body under my desk that needs to be dealt with."
The necks of the two confronting men froze when they heard the words, and they slowly turned to Zhang Dianyu.
Bill interjected at the right time: "Indeed. Although I was not there, I can confirm that it is true."
"..." Stark next to him spoke slowly, "Mr. Warden..."
Zhang Dianyu turned his head and looked at him solemnly.
Stark: "—you really need to pay attention to your words." It has been a few months before God knows what kind of life he is living—why every sentence of Mr. Warden can lead people's thinking astray .
Zhang Dianyu gave him a solemn look, then nodded.
Stark was very unsure if Mr. Warden understood him at all.
However, due to this small episode, the tense atmosphere between Strange and the other Stark has eased a little—although Zhang Dianyu is very curious about what happened between them.
Theoretically, they had only been together for a few hours, so why did they seem to hate each other now
After the two parties bid farewell briefly and parted ways, Stark next to him tried to explain the principle to him: "It's like two male orangutans are bound to compete for dominance in the group..."
Strange shot him a cool look.
Stark shrugged and closed his mouth.
When the few people finally returned to reality, Zhang Dianyu found that almost a whole night had passed. The sky was faintly pale, and the candle rings on the ground were almost burnt out.
Bill lay on the ground with his eyes open, as did Strange, who was kneeling above his head.
Zhang Dianyu took off the hand on Strange's shoulder, and then he felt that something was wrong - he seemed to be wearing a strange iron ring on his head.
He thought for a while, maybe this is what Stark was talking about, the virtual reality brain connection device
"Oh, this is the gadget that helped me find you and - the naked Strange." Seeing Zhang Dianyu reaching out to touch the thing on his head, Stark explained with a shrug.
Strange's face changed slightly upon hearing these words.
Zhang Dianyu decided to change the subject.
He looked at the translucent glasses-like device Stark was wearing, and asked with some doubts: "Since this device connects your brain to the virtual world where the sandbox is located, why does the device on my head see It's a little more complicated?"
"Because here you are equivalent to a transit device," Stark said, "otherwise how do you think I found a virtual world that doesn't know where in the universe? I don't even know if that thing actually exists—of course, It's just an analogy, I've been there, I know it exists. But I need an exact location - and I've heard that the Sorcerer Supreme buries the man with the iron ring on his head in the back garden of the Holy of Holies."
"That's not true," said Strange gravely. "There is no back garden in the Holy of Holies."
"This is also an analogy." Stark said.
The morning sun slowly pierced through the clouds amidst the two people's words, easily covering up the brilliance of the candles on the ground. I have to say that as an island, the sunrise here is particularly beautiful.
A little human voice has already been heard in the distance—the staff of the scenic spot who live here are starting to get up.
Zhang Dianyu also wanted to go back and study Miss Rita's body again.
Strange also bid farewell. The Supreme Sorcerer, who abides by the schedule, is now working three divisions. In addition to the prison psychiatrist, he also has to work in the cafeteria during the breakfast time after the prisoners wake up and wash.
Zhang Dianyu hesitated to speak, he wanted to piss off Strange that he didn't need to be so serious, but he couldn't speak to the indifferent and serious eyes of the supreme mage.
Under Zhang Dianyu's and Stark's complicated eyes, Strange opened the portal and left.
Zhang Dianyu turned around and met Stark's gaze.
"—would you like to come with me to see the new equipment?"
"—would you like to help me study Miss Rita's body?"
The two spoke at the same time, and then fell silent for a moment.
"Mr. Warden..." Stark spoke with some difficulty, and didn't know how to continue. Sure enough, Mr. Warden didn't understand what he meant at all—he felt that he could give up, at least in the eyes of outsiders, there was a sense of mystery and awe behind Mr. Warden's unreasonable behavior.
The two looked at each other again, and Zhang Dianyu said, "Let's go and see the equipment you mentioned first."
Stark hesitated: "But there are dead bodies in your office..." How misleading, Sam Wilson is still undercover next to him.
"Don't worry." Zhang Dianyu replied, "The corpse won't rot and smell, it's just—simple dead."
Stark: "..." He didn't even know where to start.
In the end, he decided not to talk about it, and instead took the warden to a laboratory he converted from a prison factory.
This small building is adjacent to the sea to the north and was originally a place for prisoners to work in prison.
This famous Alcatraz Prison was once a nightmare for criminals. Surrounded by the sea, no one can escape - although there were once three prisoners. A strict management system was implemented in the prison on the island. It was once forbidden for prisoners to talk while serving their sentences, which drove countless notorious criminals crazy.
When Zhang Dianyu took over the prison, he admired the feats of his predecessors. He looked through all the materials in the prison, and found that... times have changed.
Strictly speaking, the prison in his game can receive fines from the Bureau of Prisons and receive soft hands-but obviously the federal government is also quite a headache for super criminals, as long as they can be locked up, other things can be ignored.
After all, Arkham next door has people breaking out of prison every day and they haven't been banned yet.
Zhang Dianyu followed Stark into the small factory.
There is also a smell of poor-quality paint and moldy wood mixed here, as if it suddenly brought people back to that era.
Stark didn't care much about this, and raised his hand to signal the temporary laboratory equipment on the second floor.
Zhang Dianyu walked up the creaking iron stairs, and saw a chair in the middle, with a tray above his head, and on it was a pair of glasses that were exactly the same as Stark was wearing. The cabinet next to it was full of equipment, flashing one after another.
Stark pointed to the cabinet: "This is your role just now - connecting us to the server."
Zhang Dianyu: "..."
"Just kidding." Stark shrugged, "It's such a simple little thing, the cost has been reduced to the minimum by me—but it still seems a bit troublesome."
Zhang Dianyu immediately understood where the trouble was.
Even such a simplified version costs close to the crude helicopter in his prison. It would be nice if Stark could sponsor the devices directly—the problem is he can't.
Zhang Dianyu was silent.
Stark sighed and scratched his hair: "This is much more difficult than making something."
After all, the cost of his Iron Man armor is about 4 billion U.S. dollars, and reducing the cost of brain connection equipment to hundreds of thousands is already his best effort considering the current miraculous situation.
The two looked at each other for a while, Zhang Dianyu nodded briefly.
"I'll find a way."
When he was about to walk out of the small factory, Stark's voice suddenly came from behind him.
"Mr. Warden, thank you."
Zhang Dianyu turned his head, with a little doubt in his expression.
Stark watched from a distance: "I mean, you could have done otherwise."
Even though he is a "prison agent" created by Act and the world, he is not controlled by anyone from the moment he becomes himself.
Zhang Dianyu thought for a while, then shook his head.
He had to -- although the bill didn't say whether he could resign, it said he would "die" when the prison's deficit lasted more than a third.
Zhang Dianyu was at a loss for this.
It wasn't long before Act tested him for fear, but what would death mean to him
Without the position of warden, he will not disappear completely. According to the bill, he would be a prisoner, a silly pixel villain.
Then live his life.
— assuming, of course, that he can survive the dangerous conditions of the prison.
Perhaps that's not bad, considering the increasing number of inmates applying for parole under a relentless reformative education program.
Zhang Dianyu returned to the small office next to the cell in Alcatraz Prison.
Miss Rita's body was still under the desk, but she couldn't see what was going on inside from the door.
Zhang Dianyu turned around to lock the door, but he didn't know when the lock broke. He thought for a moment, then decided to leave that alone.
Anyway, few people will come here at present-as for the workers in the pixel engineering team, it doesn't matter if they see it.
Zhang Dianyu closed the door and walked behind the desk.
Miss Rita's body was curled up under the desk, and it took him a little effort to lift her back onto the desk. The corpse's long black hair fell limply over the edge of the table—as did the neck.
Zhang Dianyu: "..."
He straightened Miss Rita's neck and started a new round of attempts.
Sam Wilson at the door silently withdrew his knocking hand.
In theory the prison is not in use yet, so there are no prison guards. A few days ago, some tourists tried to climb over the wall to take pictures, but after being taken to the security room by the S.H.I.E.L.D. undercover scenic spot staff inserted by Stark, this phenomenon gradually disappeared.
After the captain left in the middle of the night last night, Wilson learned of the death of Miss Rita, the acting warden, from him.
He felt a little guilty about it.
If he had followed up last night, perhaps things would not have developed like this.
Accompanied by the indistinct screams of the Shark King in the night, he spent the night with difficulty.
The lights in the office were on all night, but the door was left open, and Wilson did not disturb the warden's mourning. But the captain said that there were two murderers who killed Miss Rita, and the other Harley Quinn has never been seen.
Wilson was a little worried, and hoped that Mr. Warden hadn't done anything irreversible out of grief.
He decided to take another look at the office.
The dilapidated door was slightly ajar, as if someone had just come out of it. Wilson breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately became nervous again—the door opened, and it is possible that Mr. Warden came out of his grief and returned to the real world, and walked out of the room to take a breath.
—Maybe it’s to solve Quinn’s problem
Wilson quickened his pace.
From the gap in the door, the dark-haired young man with his back to the door can be seen, and there seems to be a dead body on the table
Considering that the relationship between the two last night didn't seem to be very good, and they were separated forever for a moment, Wilson, who had experienced the battlefield, felt a little out of breath.
In the next second, he saw Mr. Warden leaning over slightly, turning his head to listen to the heartbeat of the corpse.
Wilson: "..."
Immediately afterwards, Mr. Warden stretched out his hand and opened the eyelids of the corpse to observe for a long time, then sighed, his voice didn't sound very sad, but it was full of helplessness.
"Why is there no response at all..."
Wilson: "..."
He carefully put down the hand that was about to knock on the door as a signal, backed up little by little with light steps, and quietly retreated out of the attention of the people in the office, then ran wildly, and quickly turned over the prison with an extremely vigorous posture fence.
Immediately afterwards, under the watchful eyes of the security guards of the scenic spot who came out early in the morning to check the environment, he quickly ran across the site and rushed to the small building on the north side of the island.
The bread in the guard's hand fell to the ground.
When Wilson finally ran to the entrance of the small factory, raised his hand and slammed on the door, a series of security guards followed behind him, each one running out of breath.
Stark opened the door: "..."
"Mr. Stark." The man on the opposite side nodded to him solemnly, looking calm.
"...Is this why you got acquainted with the captain?" Stark waved away the security guards, turned his head and frowned and looked at Wilson who suddenly ran over and knocked on the door, "Aren't you an undercover agent? This will reveal your identity."
"It doesn't matter anymore." Wilson said, "Stark, you need to check on the warden. You seem to be a little familiar with him—something seems wrong with him."
Stark picked up a piece of pizza from the table next to him, paused and looked at Wilson: "Pizza?"
Wilson reflexively declined: "Early morning pizza? Wait—no, Stark, you know what I was just saying? Mr. Warden may have... out of his head because of Miss Rita's death question."
"About that," Stark mumbled, taking a bite of his pizza, "... just get used to it."
Wilson: "...?"
Stark glanced at him and took the pizza: "Then take me to see it?"
Wilson hesitated to speak.
But in the end, he put the overall situation first and swallowed the words back to his stomach.
Stark returned to the door of the office next to the cell with the pizza, and found the door lock hanging aside—he knew that something would go wrong sooner or later.
Looking through the open door, Mr. Warden seemed to be staring at the corpse in a daze.
Stark opened the door.
Zhang Dianyu raised his head upon hearing the sound, nodded to the two people outside, and was slightly taken aback.
He seemed to have been distracted by a series of events and forgot that Wilson was still here.
The corpse under his palm suddenly felt hot.
"Pizza?" Stark asked, breaking the silence.
Zhang Dianyu moved the corpse subconsciously to make a space on the desk: "Thank you."
Wilson behind: "..."