When Zhang Dianyu arrived at Untitled Town in a Quinjet fighter plane, the place was already surrounded by colorful police cars—after all, it was a case of a major super criminal cross-state crime, and various police departments sent sightseeing groups to check in.
Their Quin-jet fighter hovered in the air for a while, and then slowly disappeared.
That's right, the moment this high-end jet with an unknown cost arrived at the prison, the rickety broken helicopter that was originally a gift from Alcatraz was stuffed into the tarmac—that is, in the corner of the canteen roof.
Zhang Dianyu didn't want to throw it away, after all, it was his own, and Stark borrowed the jet.
Although it stands to reason that he should be able to come and go freely in Untitled Town-this is the production base of pixel villains.
But he didn't want to show up at this time.
Soon, the Scarecrow, who had never missed a shot since his debut, was escorted into a police car with his hands scissored behind his back. As for where he would be sent for custody and trial, this was not something Zhang Dianyu cared about.
However, judging from the recent situation, he is likely to return to prison in the end.
But next time, it will be as a prisoner.
Wilson seemed to have seen some clues from Mr. Warden's worried expression on the co-pilot seat, and tried to comfort the warden, "Mr. Warden, although the prison has lost a psychiatrist, it is better than It's better for the criminals to keep hiding here."
However, he also knows very well how important an excellent psychiatrist is to Mr. Warden's mental state.
—Although psychiatrists serve prisoners, Wilson is still haunted by what happened on Alcatraz before.
No wonder Stark has gotten very close to Mr. Warden recently, maybe this is the friendship between patients.
Hearing this, Zhang Dianyu raised his head to look at Wilson, nodded, and turned to look out the window.
He sighed inwardly—certainly not for the loss of a psychiatrist in prison. After knowing the identity of Doctor Klein, he didn't plan to let him really stay here for a long time.
But I have to say that it is really a good choice for him to be a teacher for the little pixel people in Untitled Town.
Unexpectedly, as a super criminal from Gotham, he didn't stay here for too long, and he couldn't control his criminal hands.
Zhang Dianyu didn't say anything more, and Wilson also silently controlled the Quinjet fighter to hover in the air. They waited here for a long time, and the police car below finally finished taking notes on the difficult-to-communicate residents in the town, and took some people back. .
The sound of sirens gradually moved away from the town, and Zhang Dianyu let Wilson reveal the appearance of a Quinjet fighter, and found an open space to land.
The sun was about to set, and the townspeople had finished their daily prison visits. Under the orange-red sunset, the scent of dinner wafted from the courtyards of every household.
Zhang Dianyu asked Wilson to wait for him on the Quinjet fighter plane, and returned to the town alone.
He was walking on the not-so-wide main road, and suddenly came up with a strange idea—he should recruit some chefs in the town to improve the prison's meals.
Of course, many times food just smells good, but it doesn't necessarily taste good.
Zhang Dianyu shook his head, throwing this thought out of his mind.
In fact, this matter is not a whim. At the beginning of the training course, he had already decided to gradually replace all the staff in the prison with pixel people from Untitled Town.
Ordinary people may not be able to really keep secrets even if they have undergone secrecy training.
But that's not the point.
For those mutant juvenile delinquents, he tried to maintain an attitude of doing whatever he could. As for whether their identities would really be leaked—after they grew up, some of them might disclose that they had superhuman delinquents. The fact of ability, not to mention the fact that they should be taken over by X Academy to train them after they are released from prison, their identities are not that important.
On the contrary, the ordinary employees in the prison have always been puzzled by the strange phenomenon here - until they gradually become numb.
Just being numb doesn't mean they're starting to feel normal here.
Zhang Dianyu feels that human prison guards and employees are still not suitable for working in prisons, and these pixel villains may be cultivated. It is a bit wasteful to stay here and only visit the prison every day.
The poisonous fear gas had been dissipated, and the townspeople who were not affected at all had already returned home at dusk, and the main road was empty.
Zhang Dianyu strolled on the road in peace.
Don't say that there are no people in the town now, even if the pixel people are crowded in the street, they don't care what he is doing here, nor who he is.
As long as he didn't burn someone's house down, they would follow the established procedure.
Zhang Dianyu passed Mr. Fergus' yard, and this was the first time he came back here.
He thought for a while, and couldn't help but walked in.
It was the same small house, with some dilapidated wooden doors lined with glass, which were covered by curtains, making it impossible to see what was going on inside.
Zhang Dianyu stepped forward and grabbed the doorknob, twisted it slightly, and the door opened.
As before, the door of the Fergus house was unlocked. It can be said that the folk customs in the small town are simple and honest. Of course, it can also be viewed from another angle-what can a pixel person have to throw away? In other words, even if he lost something, it didn't matter to him.
Zhang Dianyu went in and strolled around casually, but the furnishings inside had not changed at all, and no one came to take care of them.
There are a few empty houses like this in the town, and it seems that every empty space is not completely filled by the program. But they have all had owners once, and some have signs at the door with the names of the people who live here written on them.
Zhang Dianyu was vaguely familiar with some of them.
is the name of the prisoner.
However, he didn't care about the whereabouts of those prisoners. Judging from the current situation, they might have died in a fight. And because the system did not arrange a "family" for them, the house was vacant.
Zhang Dianyu sighed inexplicably.
But I felt nothing to sigh about.
He picked up a dark gray hat from Fergus's coat rack, in honor of the missing hair of the "teacher"—Mr. Fergus would not need it anyway.
He put on his hat and walked out of the weedy courtyard.
The setting sun was slowly sinking, and the town was getting darker and darker, but Zhang Dianyu had already reached the end of the town. Here stands the only building in the town that looks anything like a decent one, the offices of the town government.
He vaguely saw a notice board erected at the door.
Zhang Dianyu walked over, read the words on the sign—and was shocked. He now knows that Mr. Fergus is not only the former warden, but even the mayor here
Judging from the above announcement, since the former mayor unfortunately died in the operation to wipe out Hydra, the town will vote this Sunday and openly run for a new mayor.
It also happened to be the day after Mr. Fergus' funeral.
Zhang Dianyu was speechless. Although the sparrow is small and complete, this small town is much more interesting than he imagined.
The school funded by the prison is next to the town government. In order to save money, Zhang Dianyu sent a construction team to build it, so it looks no different from the prisoner's dormitory in appearance.
But I have to say that it is quite suitable for this small town where the residents of the town are either inmates or visiting family members.
When Zhang Dianyu returned to the plane, Wilson was dozing in his seat, but he opened his eyes immediately when he came back.
"Don't be so nervous." Zhang Dianyu nodded to him and sat down beside him.
"Sorry, I'm used to it." Wilson shrugged. "Your years on the battlefield will accompany you for the rest of your life. Many veterans have said so—obviously, they are right, Mr. Warden."
Zhang Dianyu looked at him.
Wilson smiled: "You should bring a few guards to comfort the townspeople, after all, something went wrong here just now." - Of course, this time there is no need, after all, he is waiting nearby.
Zhang Dianyu shook his head, then looked at Wilson again, and suddenly asked, "Sam, would you like to teach a few students?"
Wilson was taken aback, but quickly understood what Zhang Dianyu meant. He fired up the Quinjet and shrugged jokingly: "Looks like I'm going to be fired? But of course, I'd love to teach other people how to fly - it shouldn't be too hard, considering I'm actually an airborne .”
This is of course nonsense, but Zhang Dianyu thinks that pixel villains should be able to learn it too. The attributes of each of them are random, which also means that the course plan will have a pass rate, but there are always some pixel villain attributes that may be suitable for learning this.
Of course Wilson would be happy too. In fact, although he was sent as an undercover agent, he didn't come here just to investigate the secrets of the prison.
Superhero organizations in all aspects are trying their best to ensure the normal operation of this prison, so as not to let the super criminals escape-if possible, Wilson does not mind helping the prison to train a few pilots.
The plane rose slowly amidst the roar of the engine, and left this somewhat eerie town.
Zhang Dianyu looked out the window expressionlessly, unable to see what was in his heart. But in fact, he started to have a headache again because of the teacher at Untitled Town School.
The weird environment in the town is actually nothing. The root cause is that these students are the reason why the teacher is scared away every time.
There are also courses specially for pixel villains in the prison, and the teachers hired here are from Untitled Town—and these teachers who can teach adult pixel villains and prisoners cannot hire them to teach in schools.
Zhang Dianyu felt tricky.
The pixel villain students are actually very well-behaved, and they don't like to make noise and make trouble like ordinary children. They are different from the adult pixel villains—especially those "failure samples" who have become prisoners. These pixel villains look very dull, and they just obey the arrangement, sitting in a chair and reading a book obediently.
It doesn't look like a normal child in any way.
Especially the teachers hired to the school still need to live in Untitled Town. Zhang Dianyu even saw a resigned teacher comment on the forum of the recruitment website that this place should be called Puppet Town, which definitely hides a big secret.
This matter was soon confirmed, because his post was deleted by mysterious forces.
Stark told Zhang Dianyu in the communication that night that it was indeed the public opinion information that his AI steward helped to monitor, and under his instigation, he obtained administrator privileges by the way, and deleted the person's account and posts together.
Also deleted from his file the part about the past few days as a teacher in Untitled Town, this is the benefit of the information age.
Zhang Dianyu listened to Stark's words and wrote them down on his clipboard.
"?" Stark asked, "What are you doing?"
"Keep the criminal evidence." Zhang Dianyu said, "I also kept the video files."
Stark: "... I also arranged for that teacher an interview opportunity for a private high school! What's wrong with him treating these days as a dream!"
"But you still hacked into the forum illegally and deleted other people's private accounts?" Zhang Dianyu said.
Stark rolled his eyes: "I can settle this little matter quickly."
Zhang Dianyu smiled slightly: "That's exactly what I wanted."
"You just tore that page up for me!"
"No."
"..."
However, regarding the education of the little pixel people in Untitled Town, Stark obviously has no better suggestions.
After all, as long as you are an individual, it is unlikely that you will not think about the weird situation and dull pixel people in this town.
Stark also thought of a way. He donated a batch of books to the school, claiming to let them learn to be independent in advance.
But that's obviously not very useful—after all, the pixel people are completely programmed to respond. According to common sense, it is obviously impossible for children without teachers to complete their education through self-study.
So even though Stark filled the school library to the brim, and the little pixel people sat strangely at their desks and read books for 8 hours a day according to the schedule, the pass rate of the test was still 0% .
Zhang Dianyu felt heartbroken.
Fortunately, the situation in the prison has improved. After one after another, criminals with superpowers are imprisoned every day, government subsidies have also arrived, and the multi-storey dormitories and defense walls of Alcatraz Island are also gradually being constructed.
In addition, the brain-computer connection equipment ordered from Stark Industries has also begun to be installed.
Regarding this so-called sandbox world, Stark also tried to communicate with the law a few times, and finally he almost came to a conclusion-this world is real.
Unlike traditional virtual worlds, sandboxes do not depend on a server in the real world. The so-called "server" is actually more like an entrance to the world.
And the "brain-computer connection device" is not just uploading thoughts. Stark came to this conclusion after simulating Strange's magic. He did not reverse engineer the technology similar to compressing and uploading brain signals from the data stream. On the contrary, what he decompressed was a technology similar to projection.
Zhang Dianyu was very puzzled.
"You say this world is real? Where is it? Another dimension?" He thought of Doraemon.
"I'll pretend that I don't hear your layman's words." Stark said, "Then I'll explain how this works—according to my guess, this is a two-dimensional world."
Zhang Dianyu: "Isn't that another dimension?"
Stark: "..."
He thought for a moment, and felt that he could not refute.
So he ignored Mr. Warden's words and turned slightly sideways, revealing a model simulated with blue lines behind him.
"Eliminating a coordinate axis in the high-dimensional world can be regarded as projecting it into a world that has been reduced by one dimension." Stark said as he folded his fingers, and the three-dimensional cube in front of him became a square. "What we have to do is exactly In this way, a person is projected into the two-dimensional world from the correct angle, so here you will have your original - ability, but you can't hurt yourself or others."
Zhang Dianyu felt that he understood but didn't understand.
Stark obviously knew what he was thinking: "Mr. Warden, just as you asked just now—where is this world?" He raised his hand and turned the square in front of him at an angle, and it disappeared from the air, " And what I want to say is that it's here, right next to everyone, with us. You can't see it because it's infinitely small on one axis and can't reflect photons in three dimensions. You can't see it either. You can't touch it because you can't touch something that is infinitely small in one coordinate. It exists and it doesn't exist, which is why people have never discovered low-dimensional and high-dimensional worlds."
He turned the square back in the air: "Just like it, because it has no thickness, so theoretically if it doesn't have a third axis, you can't see it."
Zhang Dianyu pondered slowly for a while: "So... you mean, there are many other worlds in our world?"
"A high-dimensional, or low-dimensional world. It is impossible to see another world with eyes missing a vector axis, but we always coexist." Stark shrugged, "And we just make people into projections , so that they can move freely in that artificially created two-dimensional world—this means that as big as our world is, that world can be as big as possible.”
"The most important thing is that in the absence of a coordinate axis, it is impossible for the people inside to suffer real harm." Zhang Dianyu added.
Stark smiled slightly: "That's right."
Zhang Dianyu pondered for a moment, then nodded: "This is indeed a place suitable for being regarded as an 'online' virtual world."
Stark looked smug.
"The cost of the equipment means that not everyone can join." Zhang Dianyu said.
Stark: "..."
Although Mr. Warden's focus always reveals a hint of poverty, he is also right.
In order to quell the contradictions of the masses over the superhuman registration act, he is starting to rebuild the scenic spot, preparing to build the first batch of online experience halls there.
But it is impossible to make money, not only that, he almost pays hundreds of dollars for every tourist he receives.
It's not a big problem in the short term, but how long can it last
After arousing Stark's anxiety, Zhang Dianyu offered his farewell and cut off the communication without noticing it.
Stark: "..."
Mr. Warden can let his upturned little tail droop back to the ground listlessly every time.
Stark sighed.
Never imagined that one day, Tony Stark would go to great lengths to save money—or to save other people's money.
And Zhang Dianyu, who had cut off the communication in the office, also looked at the documents in front of him and frowned.
After purchasing 50 interface devices that Stark called "dimension entrances", the total assets of the prison were hovering on the verge of deficit again.
But fortunately, the future is bright, and Alcatraz's new high-defense prison is almost built.
Someone knocked on the office door. This time, Zhang Dianyu recognized who it was.
"Please come in." He let out a deep breath, put down the documents in his hand, and said to the outside.
Walking in is Mr. Summers without goggles. His hair was messy and he looked numb.
Zhang Dianyu: "..." It can be seen that this is all tossed about by the brat.
But then Mr. Summers looked at Zhang Dianyu solemnly, and said to him, "I heard that tomorrow is the funeral of the late warden, and I hope to represent the X-Men at the funeral."
Zhang Dianyu was slightly taken aback. Tomorrow is Saturday, and theoretically, this is indeed the day of Mr. Fergus' funeral.
But Mr. Summers suddenly said that he wanted to attend the funeral, which also made people feel a little abrupt.
When Zhang Dianyu was puzzled and could only reluctantly nod his head in thanks, Mr. Summers finally expressed his intention.
"Mr. Warden, I heard that the teacher you sent to Mr. Fergus' home school as a voluntary teacher, that is, the prison psychiatrist, is actually a super criminal scarecrow who escaped from Gotham City."
He looked a little bad at expressing kindness, as if he was dealing with a task, and said in a stiff tone: "If necessary, maybe the X-Men can also provide some help."
Not to mention, they are really good at education.
Zhang Dianyu was overjoyed.
Originally, the reputation of mutants in society was not very good. Except for those like Professor Xavier who stayed in a corner and tried to keep a low profile, most of them usually hide and hide. stadium.
So much so that in the eyes of ordinary people, mutants are mysterious and dangerous.
Zhang Dianyu thanked Mr. Summers sincerely.
Mr. Summers, who took off his goggles, seemed to have lost a trace of his usual seriousness and coldness. He scratched his messy hair uncomfortably, and smiled shyly at Zhang Dianyu.
After Mr. Summers bid farewell, Zhang Dianyu also received news from Stark.
In theory he was supposed to be at the funeral of "Mr. Fergus", but he had a meeting with Agent Gilek tomorrow, so he couldn't.
Zhang Dianyu sighed.
He wouldn't want to go either if he could.
He looked at the opposite wall. He couldn't see the night sky outside, but he could hear the dull thunder coming from a distance. It seems to be raining, which is a good weather to bury yourself.
But maybe he really should add a window to the office.