Stark felt something explode in his ear.
"Farewell?" He made a voice that didn't belong to him, "Where are you going?"
"In human terms, it should be death." Zhang Dianyu looked at the countdown on the game panel, which showed that he still had at least ten minutes, more than enough to say goodbye.
But it seems that there is nothing to say.
Zhang Dianyu thought about it, maybe this was his farewell.
In any case, the matter has been done. Stark was not the person he had contacted the most since he came to this world, but he only thought of saying goodbye to Stark just now, which made him feel a little guilty.
Maybe he should say goodbye to Banner and Peter, too, in case they don't know what happened after he left.
Zhang Dianyu took out his phone and swipe through the address book.
Stark finally recovered his voice at this time: "Damn... what are you doing, why are you still in the mood to look at your phone at this time?"
"Sorry, I seem to have forgotten Dr. Banner and Peter," Zhang Dianyu searched for their names, and said with some regret, "Maybe it's too late to meet, I can only-"
Stark was extremely annoyed. He wanted to shake the black-haired youth sober, but facing the other party's attitude as if he was looking for someone to have dinner with, he felt that he was making a fuss over a molehill.
"—Tell me clearly, what 'death'? What nonsense are you talking about? You are not... You should never die, right?" He felt a little hopeless in his voice.
Based on his understanding of Mr. Warden, the other party is obviously not very good at joking, and this matter is likely to be true.
But he was at a loss, and seemed to be swallowed up by anxiety.
Mr. Warden was still looking through the content on his phone with a calm face, Stark felt a little breathless, and snatched the phone over.
Zhang Dianyu raised his head, met the opponent's eyes that were slightly stained red due to anger or other emotions, and lowered his hands.
Only now did he know why he thought of saying goodbye to Stark first.
"Sorry." He couldn't help smiling.
A few minutes later, Bill was picked up by Stark's armor by the back of his neck. In any case, he did not believe what Mr. Warden said.
But when the black-haired boy finally nodded to him seriously, Stark finally felt his stomach sink a little bit, as if there was a bottomless pit below, swallowing all his emotions. He sat down dejectedly, discovering for the first time that there were things in this world that he could not change.
But it seems that it is not only because of this.
Zhang Dianyu glanced at Bill who was standing in front of them with his lips pursed, and then at Stark who was sitting aside with his head bowed. He hesitated for a moment, sat down beside Stark, raised his hand and patted the man's shoulder.
After a moment, Stark held up a hand holding his phone.
"Farewell," he said stiffly.
Zhang Dianyu said "Oh" and took it.
A few seconds later, before he could click on the number on the phone on Banner's assistant, Stark turned his head abruptly: "Hurry up."
Zhang Dianyu: "...Okay."
But the farewell obviously couldn't be quicker. Under the chaotic scene where he was trying to explain, Stark helped him hang up the phone twice in a row and ended the matter just like that.
Zhang Dianyu looked at the game panel, he had two minutes left.
If Stark hadn't done this, maybe he wouldn't have had two minutes, and he couldn't even finish talking—but he couldn't explain things clearly to Banner and Peter, who might be confused and anxious now.
Zhang Dianyu never thought that death was such a troublesome thing.
He has never thought about death, nor has he ever thought about eternal life—or, in other words, he has never thought about whether he should live his life like an ordinary person before leaving this world.
Because that's not his life.
His life is what it is now, it begins when it should begin, and it ends when it ends.
Zhang Dianyu and Stark stared at each other for 30 seconds.
"I'm sorry," Zhang Dianyu said apologetically, "but I have to remind you of the time, there is still—"
Stark interrupted him: "Or give me a hug."
Zhang Dianyu agreed.
The human body is warm, maybe this is just like what a baby experienced before coming into this world, the warmth and heartbeat from the endless darkness let it know that he is not alone.
Zhang Dianyu's heart beat against the other, and their voices were chaotically intertwined until they became regular and powerful again.
Stark felt that the body under the palm could still transmit temperature, but that was false.
He slowly pushed the young man's body away, and saw that the young man closed his eyes gently, with a calm expression as if he was asleep.
He just sat there, as if he didn't know what was going on.
After a long time, he let out a breath slowly.
The afternoon sun hung in the sky, as if mocking him like a joke—maybe his dark-haired youth didn't belong to this world, didn't belong to anyone. He came here alone without leaving his name, but his last legend was wildly circulating on the Internet.
Stark sat next to him next to the black-haired young man, helped him wipe the stains on his suit, and saw that there was also dust in his hair.
The cell phone lying on the side was ringing crazily, Stark turned a deaf ear to it, and just carefully wiped away the dust left by the last battle with the handkerchief that the young man usually puts in his chest pocket for decoration. .
"He's not dead yet." Someone suddenly said behind him.
Stark paused.
"Tomorrow morning, the prison will take in a new prisoner."
Stark looked up.
He saw Bill's blue eyes staring at him, and then continued slowly: "The only one is not a prisoner with superpowers who refuses to register."
Stark's eyes finally lit up, but dimmed a moment later.
"I know, but he doesn't have any past memories—for someone like him, isn't memory everything to him?"
If a person's carrier can be changed at any time, and the memory does not exist, what is the use
Bill didn't speak any more, Stark squeezed the handkerchief tightly, and stared at the person in front of him who closed his eyes calmly.
He stood up suddenly, turned around and grabbed Bill's collar, and asked seriously: "Is there a way for you to get him back—to tell the truth!"
For the first time in his memory he saw the creature called The Act itself struggle.
Then the boy replied: "Yes."
Stark didn't know how to describe the mood at that moment, maybe it should be called ecstatic. He picked up the mobile phone on the ground, dialed back the missed calls one by one, and shouted into it: "Shut up-listen to me, see you in the prison in ten minutes, Mr. Warden is not dead yet-don't ask , shut up, I don’t want to hear it, talk about it later!”
It took Peter a long time to interject in a crying voice: "But Mr. Stark! I can't make it from New York in ten minutes!"
"..." Stark: "Then I'll give you an hour, and I'll pick you up with my armor."
An hour later, everyone crowded into Mr. Warden's small bedroom in order to keep the secret.
There seemed to be two attitudes among the prison guards. One part didn't care about Mr. Warden's death at all and was still doing his own thing, while the other part finally had to face up to the long-term deliberate containment due to the reaction of the pixel guards. That sense of disobedience led to quietly writing a letter of resignation.
Guard Anderson knocked on the door of Strange's office before handing in his resignation letter.
But there was no one inside, and he left disappointed.
He made a decision. Maybe get out of here and stop dreaming of being a detective—and get a job, save up for a few years, and come back to town and start a little shop later.
Or open a convenience store next to the gas station. He once heard a prisoner mysteriously tell other prisoners that it can still earn a good income.
But all in all not to stay here.
In the bedroom behind the warden's office, the black-haired young man was lying peacefully on his bed as usual, as if he had fallen asleep.
A circle of people stood beside him, bowing their heads in silent mourning.
Stark: "..."
He clapped his hands to wake everyone up: "Can you wake me up? There are still things to do next-I said that Mr. Warden is not dead, shut up, Peter, have you been brainwashed by the captain? I am not crazy. "
Peter’s mouth that had just opened was closed, he was a little aggrieved.
Only Strange and Peter, who already knew the truth, were here, and Banner, who had not yet known the truth but was put on the "farewell list" by the warden.
and the bill in the corner.
Stark unceremoniously brought the bill to the center of the room, and then glanced at Banner who hesitated to speak: "Doctor, you can add your information later, let's talk about the business first—let's talk, how can we make it clear?" Mister Warden 'back'?"
He couldn't use the word "resurrection"—and besides, the bill said Mr. Warden's current condition wasn't death.
Banner silently closed his mouth.
Strange didn't speak either.
Stark looked like a loaded machine gun today, and no one wanted to mess with him—and indeed, Mr. Warden was something they wanted to know more about now.
"The answer lies in the 'sandbox' we visited last time." The explanation of the bill was extremely brief, "After knowing the identity of Mr. Warden, Stark from another universe proposed such a possibility—' As Tony Stark, he can never bear the sword of Damocles hanging over his head'—that's his exact line."
Stark: "..."
Bill glanced at him: "I didn't mean it against you, because I deliberately concealed the fact that the budget deficit would end the warden's life—otherwise you might have prevented me from making such an attempt before."
"Murphy's Law..." Stark's Adam's apple rolled, and then he said, "As long as there is a bad possibility, no matter how small the probability is, it will happen one day."
Bill nodded: "Considering the original nearly infinite life of the warden, the probability of this happening is also 1."
Stark was silent for a moment, staring at Bill and said, "Why do you say that I will stop you from erasing the sword of Damocles on the head of the warden?"
"Because the odds of success aren't 100 percent," Bill said. "I think the odds are worth a try. Another Stark thinks so, but some may not."
Stark was very annoyed: "You mean this person is me?"
Bill: "I didn't say that."
Stark: "I heard the meaning."
Bill: "It's Your Freedom."
Seeing that the scene was about to become chaotic and out of control, Banner could only quickly help the two of them—to be precise, only Stark, because the bill does not have this kind of emotion—to do anger management: "Stop arguing, and continue talking about what we should do." manage?"
Although he still doesn't know what's going on with Mr. Warden, seven doctorates can convince him that what they're talking about is how to bring Mr. Warden back to life.
So no matter what, he will fully cooperate.
Bill gave Stark a deep look.
At this moment, someone knocked on the door of the office. Banner looked at everyone and said, "I'll go out and see, this should be my job."
But the people outside made him somewhat unexpected.
It's Warren Guard.
In his hand, he held a letter of inauguration that came from nowhere, and handed it to Banner.
"I am Warden Warren, here to take over the position of Mr. Warren and the prison he manages."
Banner can understand this situation—after all, Mr. Warden is theoretically dead, and someone will always take over the prison.
But this incident made several people in the bedroom feel as if they were stung by something, and there was a trace of panic and anxiety—as Bill said, the success rate of his plan was not 100%. What if it fails? Mr. Warden would literally die.
To be honest, from a rational point of view, Banner felt that there was no problem with what the bill said.
He didn't interfere in anything, but Mr. Warden ushered in his "end" early in this way. This just proves he was right, that as long as the budget deficit brings about the possibility of ending the warden's life, it will happen sooner or later.
Even if Stark was able to figure out a way to stop this in his limited life - so how long can they stop it.
Banner returned to the bedroom, leaving the Warren guard who took over as the warden in the office.
The other person can't get angry, and it's not as real as a human being like the warden—Banner thought about it, and felt it was an offense to comment on how human the warden really is.
At this moment, he had to admit that his head was actually a little confused.
All in all, he didn't really want to see other people sitting on the warden's usual sofa chair.
The bill in the bedroom has pretty much finished the plan - and overall it's pretty simple. The act left Mr. Warden with the last agreement with the world, still a skill that can choose his next role.
But occupation and other attributes are obviously not optional, because he must be a prisoner. And the skills of this character are somewhat special.
They just need to find out which prisoner Mr. Warden is, take him out of the prison, and execute the next plan.
Things look very simple, and if nothing unexpected happens, it will go very smoothly.
But — "Murphy's Law," isn't it? Banner thought a little worriedly.
He opened the door and walked out of the bedroom. The Warren guard outside was still standing in the middle of the office in a daze.
This made Banner suddenly feel a pang of sympathy. After all, the person who was caught to take over the position was just an innocent pixel villain, and he was just executing his own program.
Warren guard heard the voice, raised his head and looked at Banner.
"You don't seem very happy." For some reason, Banner blurted out suddenly. He paused, trying to say "I'm sorry, Mr. Warden," but couldn't.
In any case, he didn't want to address the other man as "Mr. Warden."
"I don't understand what you mean." The dazed look on the guard's face disappeared, replaced by seriousness.
Banner shook his head, "I'm sorry."
Guard Warren nodded, stared at the sofa chair behind the desk for a while, and suddenly spoke.
"I remember it belonged to the former Mr. Warden." Guard Warren still had no expression on his face, but the words he said made Banner stop in his tracks.
"And I can't stay here for too long." Warren guard said, "There are seventeen minutes until dinner time, numbers 701009, 701012, and 701019, I need to be there to eat."
Banner froze for a moment.
If Zhang Dianyu was still here, he would know that these prisoner numbers are all corresponding mutant juveniles—it is not appropriate to say that they are juveniles. These three children are not even the age of elementary school, and they are completely incapable of distinguishing right from wrong. Abilities are passed back and forth in research institutions funded by various criminal organizations, and the only time they have a chance to show up in society is to be used as a weapon, completely unable to integrate into the lives of normal people.
They're also one of the "tails" he's seen most often on the map following Warren guards.
Even during the mandatory sleeping, bathing, eating, and studying times, they often don't obediently follow the schedule to restrain their behavior.
He could only barely figure out what he should do with the blank-faced company of Warren guards.
Banner froze for a moment and left the office, leaving Warren guard alone in the room. The others were still in the inner cubicle, lest the "new warden" use it for other purposes and remove Mr. Warden's body.
Guard Warren just stood there all night in the office just as he should have done.