In the cool autumn wind, the blue prison clothes watched the teacher start the class, and the students also opened their books to listen carefully, and finally had to admit this reality—this is really a cemetery classroom.
Is this reasonable
What is even more puzzling is the expressions of these people. Even though the prisoners are watching the class, they don't show any discomfort at all, as if they live in another time and space.
A moment later, someone in the dazed blue prison uniform pulled out a cluster of weeds from the tombstone beside him.
Idle is idle, it is better to earn some points - model prisoners can ask for some preferential treatment, and it is also helpful for parole release.
Once someone started this, things seemed to fall into place.
Zhang Dianyu was a little nervous about these new prisoners, fearing that they would start making trouble on the first day of their official prison life, but from the map, they seemed to accept the reality pretty well.
Zhang Dianyu temporarily turned his attention away from them.
He opened the door of the bedroom, and Miss Rita's body was still lying on his bed-this matter obviously cannot be hidden from many people, after all, Wilson helped carry it onto the plane.
Out of respect for the deceased, he didn't ask any questions, and even tried to comfort Zhang Dianyu, and helped put the body to the morgue together.
During this time, Zhang Dianyu ignored Banner's arrangements for Miss Rita's funeral, and even postponed Mr. Fergus' funeral, planning to bury them together after Miss Rita's skill problem was resolved.
I don't know if the funeral home has a second half price.
However, Zhang Dianyu has no time to study Miss Rita because he is busy chasing the escaped prisoners, not to mention that he can't go in and out of the morgue too frequently—after all, it is easy to cause misunderstandings.
However, after the morgue was converted into a prisoner's dormitory, he apparently had to temporarily move Miss Rita's body.
The cafeteria was crowded and not suitable for the important Miss Rita, so he could only direct the guards with a straight face to carry the body into his room.
Then he looked at the complex with fearful glances from the guards, and had to let them bring Mr. Fergus' body in as well. To prove that I don't have any special hobbies, but that I am quite reluctant to part with the passing of my two vest characters.
That's why he could only sleep on the sofa last night - the two corpses really filled his bed.
But before he could do anything to Miss Rita, there was a short knock on the door outside.
This sound was quite different from Banner's polite knock on the door three times or the Warren guard who accompanied Lecter to deliver the meal. Zhang Dianyu thought about it, but couldn't guess who it was.
"Come in." He said to the outside, closing the bedroom door.
After all, he didn't know who was coming, so he couldn't easily expose the two corpses hidden in the room—although someone might already know about it, it didn't mean he planned to give up his reputation.
The door of the office was pushed open immediately, and Strange stood outside the door expressionlessly.
Zhang Dianyu exchanged glances with him, and in the next second, Strange walked in decisively and closed the door.
Zhang Dianyu: "?"
"Do you know the rumors among the prisoners after last night?" Strange stared at Zhang Dianyu.
Zhang Dianyu carefully reflected on what he had done yesterday - apart from arranging the new prisoners properly, he did nothing
Strange looked at Zhang Dianyu's open hand, and said coldly: "There are already anonymous IDs posted on the dark web where corpses can be preserved for a long time, and it follows that the prisoners participated in human experiments and were injected with too many chemicals. Potions prevent corpses from decomposing, and eating more cabbage and spinach can delay the rate of decay of corpses, and thus lead to rumors that it can delay aging."
Zhang Dianyu: "Is the one in the back sick?"
"A little bit," Strange replied, "but is that the point?"
Zhang Dianyu shrugged, returned to the sofa chair and sat down.
"I heard that you brought the two corpses back here." Strange looked seriously at the blue fabric sofa in front of him, as if this was the scene of a murder. "I can feel the smell of blood coming from there."
"Can your magic replace the luminol reagent? It would be a shame not to be a detective." Zhang Dianyu shrugged, "—that's my blood."
Strange turned slowly to stare at him.
"In my room." Zhang Dianyu pointed behind him, "I know, I will deal with them—but I still have some minor problems to deal with, after that."
He looked at Strange, whose expression remained unchanged.
"So, Stark has already told you." Zhang Dianyu sighed, "I don't want to lose a useful skill in vain, so this corpse is temporarily placed here."
Strange looked at him: "However, being buried in the ground doesn't affect your research on the corpse, does it?"
Zhang Dianyu: "..."
It's true to say so, but he couldn't help but think of the scene of digging the grave.
However, since the convenience store owner named Neil Arnold was arrested and sent to prison as the only clerk, several jailbreak joint dens outside the prison have been confessed, directly helping the police to eradicate a jailbreak industry chain.
Stark even specially called to congratulate Zhang Dianyu, saying that there are not many people who can create a new industry in a market full of flowers these days, and Mr. Warden can be regarded as one of them.
Zhang Dianyu: "..."
After nearly a month, it was still a bit embarrassing for him to return to his hometown.
Besides, he has looked through Miss Rita's file, and like Mr. Fergus, he has no relatives or friends, but his contact address is in Untitled Town.
Nothing else, three funerals, the same group of people came to condolences, isn't it strange
Zhang Dianyu sighed, but he could only admit that Strange was right - there is nothing wrong with burying the corpse first, and then digging it out to study slowly when he has time.
Anyway, there is a cemetery in the prison now, but it's just a formality. It just so happens that the staff of the funeral home can also be contacted to move Sexton's body to the prison cemetery for future unified processing.
Although he didn't know what was the use of his corpse, Strange's words made him a little bit alert. At least the rumors outside now are that there are oddities in the prison, not that there is something wrong with these barely decomposed corpses - but if someone digs them up and steals them, it may also reveal their secrets.
Zhang Dianyu hasn't figured it out yet, if his secrets are made public in the future, how he should face this world that is real for everyone but not for him—or, in other words, it's the other way around, only for him It is not true for this world.
Even ordinary superpowers who live with ordinary people all the time will be rejected, so what about him
And most importantly, what about this prison
If the prison is resisted, all the hopes of the two Starks, the world and the Act itself will be dashed, and the world will be plunged into ultimate chaos.
In any case, Zhang Dianyu still wants to maintain this illusion.
If this "game" can make the contradictions between human beings at different stages of evolution invisible, then it should exist.
Zhang Dianyu agreed to Strange, and called for a hearse to transport the two corpses away. In order to avoid long nights and dreams, he scheduled the funeral on this Saturday, so that the visiting family members of Wutitle Town could come to the funeral during the rest time.
Zhang Dianyu has nothing to say about this situation.
Fortunately, employee training has been done, and the idle pixel people in the town can also be hired as employees after passing the education courses.
If you take extra security and confidentiality training, you can even become a guard at the secret mutant juvenile offender correctional center next door, thus freeing Magneto's hands to wash the pissed sheets.
Zhang Dianyu couldn't help looking at the little white house on the map.
Surprisingly, those mutant children seem to be in a good mood, happy bubbles appear above their short cylindrical bodies—could it really be that Magneto, Red Skull, and Ogre have recently changed their minds to wash sheets and clean their sheets, for these Have the rebellious mutant teenagers created a good living environment, leading to a new mental outlook for them
Zhang Dianyu pondered for a moment, and seemed to have discovered something—the spherical head of the Warren guard could only show a straight line of mouth and eyes on the map, proving that he remained expressionless as usual. And with a stun gun on his shoulder, he was patrolling the white house at this time.
It's breakfast time and the kids are supposed to eat in the small dining room not far from the bathroom and dormitory, but the white dining table is already piled high with dirty dishes, proving that many people have already eaten and are taking advantage of the short time free time.
The most astonishing thing was that there were many short and small cylinders gathering around him and swaying around.
Although there seems to be no more communication between them - because the Warren guards are on patrol. When the pixel villains are at work, no one can let them easily leave their posts without authorization.
But whenever the small cylindrical mutants gather around the Varen guards, the description of joy will appear in their attribute panel, accompanied by several plus signs.
Zhang Dianyu fell into deep thought.
The Warren guards didn't seem to be doing anything, even just carrying out a routine patrol with a stun gun on the set route.
And the other three prisoners who were arranged to serve labor did not get close to these mutant children, presumably they were not undergoing some kind of brainwashing.
Zhang Dianyu was a little puzzled.
But this situation is obviously not bad, at least these anti-social superpowers don’t want to overturn a few houses, and their mood has changed from violent anger to peace, which is a good thing.
Zhang Dianyu thought about it. Although many of these mutant children are extremely rebellious, if they don't study, they will become a wave of instability in society in the future—especially their abilities will make it easier for them to commit crimes.
At that time they will come back here again, and they will not be able to bring additional subsidies from the government.
Zhang Dianyu sighed. If there is a chance, he still needs to find a few teachers to force them to read some books, and they can be thrown into society as soon as possible after their reformation period expires.
Today, the subsidies that these mutant children can bring are actually just a drop in the bucket. Most importantly, unlike other inmates, he appears to be able to apply to transfer these mutant children to other correctional centers.
But it is not known whether those places are funded by some mysterious organization dedicated to harming society.
Zhang Dianyu slowly flipped through the address book, and his eyes fell on the contact information of Xavier School for Gifted Youth. He thought about it, called Banner over and asked him to contact Mr. Xavier, the mutant teenager who was dedicated to cultivating emerging abilities, the founder of the X-Men, and known as Professor X.
Taking into account the other party's identity and life's career - and Wan Guan's family wealth, the cost of hiring an external teacher should not be too expensive.
He would rather throw these brats directly to Professor X. The problem is that they have more or less memorized criminal records, and theoretically they have to spend a few years in the correctional center.
Zhang Dianyu heard that some of the rescued mutant children were sent to social welfare institutions funded by S.H.I.E.L.D., and some were accepted by X Academy.
Presumably it is not too much to ask the academy to send a few teachers over.
What's more, Zhang Dianyu had other ideas - he saw the blue-clothed prisoners weeding passively in the cemetery, and felt that this job was really not suitable for the former superheroes who had been on the way to hunt down prisoners.
But leaving them idle is also wasteful.
Maybe it's because they usually have a lot of activities, they eat a lot, and they don't like to participate in transformation programs such as carpentry training.
It's better to arrange some new jobs for them.
They are also superpowers, and they are still trying to eliminate the contradiction between ordinary people and superpowers. How can mutants stand on their own.
Moreover, the employees trained by ordinary teachers can't teach these mutant children how to survive in society. They simply ask the external teachers of X Academy to take an extra class to help train these idle superpowers and let them teach these Forget about mutant kids reading.
They are all on their own, so it is not too much to teach a few words and formulas.
As expected, Academy X responded quickly, willing to send external teachers to help educate mutant children, and even willing to come that night.
Zhang Dianyu thought about it, and felt that it was not impossible.
The other party may have heard of this place a long time ago, rather than agreeing to cooperate, it is better to say that he can't wait to come to investigate the situation.
After all, such institutions in the past avoided the X Academy—or they were more or less connected with some organizations that specialize in the study of the X gene, and often provided some research samples by the way.
However, there are countless institutions like this. Zhang Dianyu only has 20 mutant teenagers with criminal records in custody here, which is not even ranked among many mutant research institutions.
Of course, when he offered to cooperate, Academy X agreed to send teachers over on the principle that saving a suffering mutant child counts as one.
Zhang Dianyu made an intercom call and asked the guards to take away the new prisoners who were weeding the cemetery—to mop the canteen floor, which could never be cleaned.
At the same time, a batch of new tables and chairs were purchased.
The desks and chairs arrive almost before lunch, and a second classroom can be cobbled together in the cemetery.
If the progress is fast, maybe on the night when the external teachers sent by X Academy arrive, they can take a class first while it is hot.
There is no free time in the entire prison at night, and the prisoners are required to stay in their cells, which is a punishment time that a correctional institution must force prisoners to spend.
The same goes for the correctional center next door.
However, for teenagers at night, being idle is also idle. It is better to read books to help sleep. Although there were no teachers in the previous correctional centers, there was no shortage of books in the prison.
In fact, Zhang Dianyu had asked the former psychiatrist who worked in the library to send a batch of specially selected books suitable for teenagers to the Warren guards, and asked Red Skull and Lecter to rate the mutant children's impressions after reading, Mutant children with scores in the top 20% can get discipline points.
Similar to prisoner points, this is also one of the criteria for sentence reduction.
But it had little effect—or the only effect it might have had was to move the mutant kids to bed earlier. Whenever night time comes, they will fall asleep quickly in bed.
Zhang Dianyu feels that iron cannot be made into steel, no wonder they will endanger the society and leave a criminal record.
In addition, this incident seems to have made Magneto dissatisfied-although his early experience made him miss the school, so Zhang Dianyu excluded him from the scoring team.
But he seems to see it as a form of discrimination.
"And I," Lecter rubbed his forehead after reading a paragraph of uneducated mutant brats who didn't understand their bullshit, looked up calmly at the expressionless Magneto sitting on the sofa in the lounge, "—think this It's a ruse to divide a team."
"Team." The Red Skull next to him sneered and approved a "D" on each piece of paper.
Lecter raised his eyebrows: "This is really cruel."
Red Skull pushed away the stack of papers in front of him irritably, and said coldly: "Their nonsense is not even worth a 'D'."
"—After spending my childhood in Hydra's mutant research lab." Lecter smiled, "Makes sense."
"Oh?" Red Skull shot him sharply.
Lecter gently placed the pen in his hand on the table, and met his gaze.
"I don't think we should have an argument at a time like this."
Red Skull stared at him for a while, and after Magneto finally let out a cold snort, his eyes sank, and he wrote "D" on the paper in front of him again.
In fact, the life of labor in the correctional center is not too bad. Although they are forbidden to interact with mutant teenagers, otherwise they may eat a bullet from the guard tower around the corner-but it is easy to overlook that, if you don't consider the suspicious yellow stained sheets that need to be washed, here is even OK. free time.
That night, a plane was greeted by Warren guards and stopped in the sparsely planted woods outside the secret mutant juvenile correctional center.
The person who came down was wearing a yellow and black uniform and dark goggles that completely covered the eyes.
The visitor shook hands with Warren guards.
"Mr. Warden is waiting for you." Warren guard said flatly, "I am the head of the Secret Mutant Juvenile Criminal Correction Center."
The other party seemed suspicious, but he didn't say anything. Instead, under the leadership of Warren's guards, he walked out of the gate not far away, crossed the two-lane road, and walked into the opposite prison.
When they stopped, the X Academy's foreign teacher suddenly became furious and tried to reach out and grab the Warren guard by the collar.
"This is the cemetery? What does this so-called warden mean?"
Warren guards also followed the procedure and immediately reached for the stun gun hanging on their shoulders.
Zhang Dianyu, who had just rushed to the cemetery, happened to see this scene.
There were some question marks in his mind—he had no idea why this Mr. Summers was so upset when he came, and the class hadn't started yet, so it couldn't be messed up.
"stop!"
Zhang Dianyu immediately raised his voice.
Teacher Summers and Guard Warren paused slightly when they heard this, and looked in Zhang Dianyu's direction.
"I need an explanation," said Mr. Summers, wearing goggles.
Zhang Dianyu almost knew this person, Cyclops in the X-Men. He thought for a while, and in order to show his friendliness, he said kindly.
"Mr. Summers, right?" He stretched out his right hand, "Here you can relax a little bit, no super powers can take effect here, you can even take off your goggles."
Unexpectedly, these words were met with hostile eyes from Mr. Summers.
Zhang Dianyu: "...?"
He thought it was not a good thing to wear heavy goggles all day long, and here he could let Mr. Summers relax while teaching, what's wrong
Cyclops looked away after a brief exchange of glances. The years of X-Men career had changed him, and he was no longer the boy who couldn't hide his thoughts.
Even Mr. Warden gave him a blow.
The black-haired young man stood among the tombstones, reminding him with a stern smile that superpowers cannot be used here—and he had already heard about it from Professor X before coming here.
In addition, of course, he also secretly tried.
If it was him, maybe he would take another approach. But he's here for a bunch of mutant kids who've been imprisoned here, and he has to calm down for a while.
Zhang Dianyu looked at Mr. Summers's face that suddenly sank, and fell into deep thought.
Something seemed to be going wrong, but at least it calmed down briefly—well then, he decided to offer his advice.
"Mr. Summers," Zhang Dianyu said, "I hope you can give some..." He thought about his words, "—the former vigilantes provide some methods for teaching mutant teenagers."
Cyclops raised his head, thinking about the meaning behind Zhang Dianyu's words, and looked at him coldly.
Zhang Dianyu slowly withdrew his right hand.
The wind in the cemetery was a bit cool. He stretched for a long time, but the other party didn't intend to shake hands, so he could only shrink back boringly and pretend nothing happened.
At the same time, the prisoners in blue were escorted by the guards to the cemetery, and some of them had anger and sorrow in their eyes.
Sure enough, it's not that simple to let them come to the cemetery to weed the grass during the day—this kind of behavior implies that they should clean up a burial place for themselves. Tonight, the warden will bring them here for secret execution
Several prisoners secretly exchanged glances, preparing to stop and make trouble, desperately escaping.
But when they arrived at the cemetery, some people were slightly stunned.
During their vigilante career, they also met the captain of the X-Men - why is he here
Seeing that the number of people has arrived, Zhang Dianyu thought for a while and said, "Since Mr. Summers has no objection, let's start now?"
Prisoners in blue: "?"
Cyclops: "?"
A few minutes later, Cyclops was still a little dazed behind the podium.
So is this really going to teach these ex-vigilantes who appeared in the news not long ago and went to jail for refusing to sign the superhuman registration act, teaching them how to teach mutant children
The two sides looked at each other silently.