Rebuilding Base is Under Construction

Chapter 186: (End of text)

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Immediately afterwards, there was a rapid knock on the door above the head.

Stark stood up, walked up the stairs, and opened the basement door.

"What's the matter?" Strange's voice came from outside.

"Very well," Stark said dryly.

Zhang Dianyu stood up and looked up. Strange looked fine, but both Banner and Peter were flushed from the sun and shone with oil, which surprised people at first glance.

Immediately afterwards, Zhang Dianyu felt a little weird, he seemed a little moved, but also a little weird.

After all, he did not participate in his own "death".

He raised his hand, waved it stiffly, and greeted the few people who came in.

He saw two surprised faces, with a feeling of relief in them. Strange's expression didn't seem to change much, but Zhang Dianyu seemed to see him showing a little expression that could be called a smile.

It might have been a violent mood swing for him.

Zhang Dianyu also smiled.

After a few minutes, everyone sat down with a box in hand and discussed what to do next.

"That's why I asked to keep the corpse of Mr. Warden." Stark said, "We all know that those corpses are special, they don't rot and produce odors - and they still retain some of the biological properties that can be 'activated' .I mean, I can implant something like a built-in armor sensor in the corpse, connecting the 'mind' to the 'body', so that the warden can also gain the ability to move in the outside world."

"Except that it's kind of weird," Strange commented.

The others didn't make a sound, but they obviously agreed with his point of view.

"Unless Mr. Warden stays here," Stark said forcefully, "that's the only way."

The scene fell into silence.

Have to say, he was right.

"Then I'll stay here." Zhang Dianyu broke the silence, "There's nothing wrong with that. I need someone here, and I can, even 24 hours a day."

Although the current atmosphere is not suitable, Stark inexplicably thinks of the guards and employees who work 24 hours in the prison.

Even though the Warden is more of a real human being than they are, the Warden never seems to have a holiday either.

Stark opened his mouth.

Warden Zeng Dian tried to give himself a vacation, but was interrupted. He gave up his vacation and returned to prison until the last day.

The warden is still trying to convince them: "Anyway, I also manage criminals when I go back, and it's the same here. It doesn't make any difference to me."

"Then we'll build an amusement park." Stark said suddenly.

All eyes were on him.

Stark only looked at Mr. Warden: "We once said that we want to build an amusement park in the sandbox, so that people can identify with it, and then accept the protection of criminals held here for reform and remote mental illness. The safety of medical staff, and the anonymous training area that superpowers can enter after secretly signing the agreement."

"But it all started with that amusement park." He paused, "I had someone contact the previous director, but after he resigned, he recuperated in a nursing home and was still treating the PTSD he left behind. So I had to decline the job."

Zhang Dianyu looked at him.

"So," said Stark, "I need a new director right now."

And so it settled down.

The first residents of Alcatraz were arranged to work in a week later—and the amusement park in the sandbox world, which was built faster than the major renovation of Alcatraz Prison, had already begun to take shape.

The performance of Warren guards during this period was quite satisfactory.

But Zhang Dianyu feels that he is not qualified to comment. After all, he is just an ordinary amusement park director, and he is wholeheartedly preparing for the staff who will be assigned soon.

But he was able to have employees available because Warren Warren handled the things he left very well. The construction of Alcatraz Island is being completed step by step. At this time, a group of thorny prisoners can be transferred in, and they will soon become the first batch of amusement park employees.

Whether they like it or not—permissions are everything here anyway, and the management rights of the sandbox are not something hackers can steal.

Prisoners can only accept arrangements to work here, or accept visits.

Alcatraz was originally a prison attraction, and people are full of curiosity about what happened here decades ago—of course, there is also curiosity about the prison itself.

The government is also willing to exhibit the prison to the public, and at the same time exhorts people to abide by the law through the harsh conditions of imprisonment.

Now there is another item added to the exhibition area-the experience hall of the prisoner's confinement area.

Here are the real prisoners who were punished for violating the prison regulations and confinement. You may live next door to a clown, or a Hydra or Magneto—depending on the real confinement situation at that time, they may escape from prison at any time. Possibly, players can even participate in the experience.

This is outrageous.

As soon as the news came out, some people even traveled thousands of miles to visit. Although Stark Industries also launched interface devices at the same time, the current price is not so popular. Ordinary people can only go to the park to buy tickets to experience the sandbox.

This "virtual world" is named Sandbox, anyway Zhang Dianyu thinks that no one can guess the real origin of this name.

However, Zhang Dianyu was shocked by the fact that the tickets for three months later were sold out.

In any case, he couldn't figure out why anyone would pay to experience the confinement room.

It still seems to be too good to eat.

If he is the president, he must reduce vegetable cultivation and meat farming, and let people eat more corn and potatoes, so as not to be overactive.

But no matter what, it can be regarded as the realization of his dream that has been tossing for several months.

— Minimize the brig.

With confinement now being conducted online, prisoners no longer need to be locked in small cells. Each of them only needs a small compartment the size of a coffin, lie in it and wear an interface device, enter the sandbox to experience confinement with tourists, and can freely carry out a variety of prison escape activities.

Zhang Dianyu was very pleased.

Moreover, the grand occasion of online ticket purchases also filled the shortfall in the prison, so he didn't need to worry about the safety of Warren Warren.

At least as far as the current situation is concerned, the random installation of brain connection equipment will not cause a fiscal deficit. People are full of enthusiasm for the upcoming opening of the amusement park and the confinement experience hall, and they can't wait to book tickets for next year.

The bluish-gray squares appeared inexplicably in the sky before, and the explosion of bricks injured many civilians has been almost forgotten. The official said that it was a geological phenomenon caused by the slow change of the earth's magnetic poles.

The Internet is constantly being filled with new things all the time, leaving only a small band of mystery enthusiasts guessing the truth.

But can't stir up any splashes.

Warren Warren arrives at the sandbox the day before the amusement park employee training begins.

Zhang Dianyu met him in the director's office.

"Warren Warren." He smiled and stretched out his right hand, looking at the expressionless young man in front of him, wearing a dark green suit, which looked a little worse than his color scheme.

Varen didn't reach out his hand.

"Mr. Warden, I resign."

Zhang Dianyu's hand seemed to be suspended in the air.

Varen obviously couldn't read his mood, so he just continued talking on his own.

"I have seen the Bill and consulted him. I have the right to resign from prison, Mr. Warden."

Zhang Dianyu opened his mouth: "I'm not yours...Mr. Warden."

Varun shook his head: "I don't know, but I can still call you Mr. Warden in my settings."

Zhang Dianyu fell silent.

"As long as I apply for resignation three years in advance, I can leave here after the approval is approved." Warren said.

Zhang Dianyu felt a little funny: "Who can approve your resignation report?"

Warren looked serious: "According to the bill, it's the world itself."

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

Since Zhang Dianyu was no longer the warden, the bill rarely appeared. Even if they appear, they just stand far away and don't talk to each other.

Zhang Dianyu didn't know what he wanted to say to the bill, so he kept silent.

He probably should have thanked the not-so-bright little thing, but the point of the bill seemed obvious—he was no longer the warden, so there was nothing to do between them.

The current Zhang Dianyu is just one of the free pixel villains.

But what Warren said today is beyond his cognition.

Zhang Dianyu opened his mouth, but finally said: "Where are you going?"

He would have asked Warren why he had resigned, but that didn't seem to matter either.

Like he never thought about quitting. During this rare and leisurely week, Zhang Dianyu often thought about why he stayed here.

Because he belongs here and Varun doesn't.

Maybe this is the answer—everyone has their own choice, why not pixel villains

There seemed to be a slight change in Varun's unchanging expression, but when Zhang Dianyu searched carefully, he seemed to be gone.

"There is an open space outside Untitled Town. I bought it and made it a prison property."

Zhang Dianyu was slightly confused by Warren's endless words.

"Mutant juvenile delinquents will make noise at night, and their crying will attract others' attention." Varen explained, "When the attention value accumulates to a certain level, a little prison score will be deducted, so I rebuilt the secret mutant there. Rehabilitation center for juvenile offenders."

"So you're going to Wutitle Town?" Zhang Dianyu immediately responded.

Varun nodded: "Untitled Town is my home."

Zhang Dianyu: "..." He almost forgot this. After the pixel villains retire or regain their freedom, they will return to Untitled Town, which is their home.

"I'm going to apply for a job as a middle school teacher in Wutitle Town." Valen raised his head and looked at Zhang Dianyu with calm eyes.

There was no change on that face, but Zhang Dianyu inexplicably saw a glimmer of expectation in it.

And he also knew that the X-Men had supplemented part of the teaching staff for Untitled Town School, and at the same time sent a few more people to help Mr. Summers.

And primary and secondary school teachers in Wutitle Town can become external teachers after passing the confidential training course.

Zhang Dianyu smiled as he looked at Varen's leaving back.

This used to be his pixel villain, but not anymore.

He turned around and saw a black-haired boy standing next to his seat, looking up at him.

Zhang Dianyu also looked at the boy, and slowly restrained his smile.

"You did it?"

Bill shook his head.

Zhang Dianyu waited for the next article, but there was none.

"Warren didn't want to be warden," Bill said. "He was one of the worst examples—but also the most successful. He didn't 'die.'"

Zhang Dianyu shrugged, sat down and picked up a printed amusement park map from the side, thinking about tomorrow's staff training.

Some parts were handwritten by Stark, and an ugly cat was drawn at the end.

He couldn't help asking what it meant, and Stark said it was the cat mask he used back then.

Zhang Dianyu was very puzzled: "It can't be so ugly, right?"

Stark: "..."

He was a genius, a playboy, a philanthropist, an inventor, an engineer, but not a painter.

Stark pretends to go out to inspect the amusement park.

He also happened to have just come back from outside at this time, with a pen in his mouth.

"Here—this is the position. I think we can add a small train." He remembered sitting in the small train with Mr. Warden and chatting with him that day, and then said confidently, "The captain likes the children's train the most."

Zhang Dianyu looked suspicious.

Stark also saw the dark-haired boy in the room. His eyes swept back and forth between the warden and the bill, and then his expression became serious.

"Why, what happened?"

"I'm here to inform Mr. Warden to return to his post," Bill replied solemnly.

Stark subconsciously bit off the pencil in his mouth.

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

"What's going on?" Stark threw the map in his hand on the table, staring at the black-haired boy with scorching eyes.

Bill blinked his blue eyes: "Because the world has finally realized that 'successful' samples are not necessarily useful for prisons, and failed samples may be the best choice."

Stark was more puzzled and more anxious. His breathing was a little short: "what's going on?"

Zhang Dianyu could only help explain the bill: "I guess it may be because Warren Warden resigned."

Stark was dumbfounded.

He slowly turned to Zhang Dianyu: "Then why didn't you..."

"It is necessary to apply for resignation three years in advance." Zhang Dianyu said expressionlessly.

Stark: "...?"

As a capitalist, he has to bow down.

"Why did it take so long?" He suppressed the sudden surprise, but still found it very puzzling.

"Because that's a whole universe."

Bill's blue eyes looked at him seriously: "In addition to the universe itself, there are such creatures in nature, such as salps. They will connect the individual nerves to form a whole."

This sentence sounds a bit confusing, but Stark seems to understand.

"You mean, the universe itself is a whole connected by individual consciousness?"

Bill nodded.

Perhaps Zhang Dianyu's expression was too confused, Stark felt that he could not rely on the bill to explain this matter, he had to do it himself.

"The nerve conduction of life requires speed, and so does the analogy of the universe. For example, a 'nerve cell' in Sagittarius transmits an impulse to Orion, a distance measured in light years-from this point of view, three years can make the universe do To make a judgment, it must not use optical signal transmission. But all in all, this is a huge process, which is equivalent to a giant beast thinking."

Zhang Dianyu nodded.

He made a precise judgment, and it is best to pretend to understand at such a time.

"This is my third agreement with the world," Bill said, "I cannot provide a newer sample, and this is the world's only option—the prison's assets will no longer be your restrictions, but in exchange, you will lose immortality. "

The black-haired boy had a solemn expression: "Are you willing to accept this agreement?"

Stark interrupted suddenly: "I suddenly felt that the limit on prison assets can be retained." Anyway, after the sandbox is opened, it is unlikely that the prison will run into a deficit.

Of course, as for the follow-up problem, the so-called "Sword of Damocles", they still have a long time to try to solve it.

The small face of the bill is serious: "Impossible, the world has realized that this is not the standard for judging whether the warden is qualified—just like the 'Super Human Registration Act' itself, the world is constantly revising."

He turned to Zhang Dianyu again: "But if you stay here, you will continue to have the eternal life in the 'sandbox'."

Zhang Dianyu smiled.

"I agree to the agreement."

He thought of Varun, the pixel villain who didn't look very smart, but understood himself one step ahead of anyone else.

Stark licked his lips and seemed to want to say something, but he didn't say anything in the end.

Bill nodded to Zhang Dianyu.

"But before you reassign the position of warden, there is one thing that can be returned to you."

Stark returns to Untitled.

He didn't touch the prison warden's body—in fact, although he said he would dispose of the body, he didn't need to. In Untitled, no one visits other people's homes for no reason, and the corpses of prisoners do not rot.

Not knowing what kind of mood he had, he left it there.

The body of the warden was moved to the house where Mr. Fergus had left him, where he stood at his feet.

The dark-haired young man lay quietly on the bed.

Stark took a deep breath. It's autumn, and the weather is a bit cold. But if it wasn't the air that suddenly began to vibrate violently, it was his throat that seemed to quiver.

Zhang Dianyu looked at the ball of light not far away, and Bill told him that it was the entrance.

Not only is it the entrance that allows him to return to his body, but also a memory is sealed.

For some reason, he felt a little nervous.

He had to admit that, despite hearing accounts of that time from various sources, he was still curious as to what had happened from his own perspective.

The closer he got to the "entrance", the more he felt a strong discord—it seemed to be a trembling in the tranquility, a certain emotion he had never experienced before.

He walked over slowly.

Bill didn't leave, and he knew it without looking back.

He stretched out his hand and touched the dazzling light, as if he had been struck in the soul by something—although he didn't, at least he thought so.

He knew what it was.

Heartbeat touched heartbeat, making him finally understand what he was thinking. That was the last thing he remembered.

Zhang Dianyu opened his eyes, and there was that familiar person standing in front of him.

"Mr. Warden," Stark said reservedly, "it's like this, a genius, inventor, New York's richest man, and superhero, decided to ask you a question today—"

"Are you willing to accept his confession?"

Zhang Dianyu said: "I know why that day—"

"I'm confessing." Stark interrupted him a little angrily, "Is this a kind of rejection? Mr. Warden, I need to declare in advance that I usually need a clear word of rejection to recognize that the rejection is valid. "

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

He sat up first, feeling that lying down seemed unreasonable.

"I know why I said goodbye to you first that day."

Zhang Dianyu said.

"—because I accept it."

The author has something to say:

I wrote and deleted the words, I don't know what to say, I'm just a little excited.

Well more than a little.

I am very, very grateful to the little angels who have been with me until now.

Then there are several extras tentatively scheduled, including the life in the untitled town, the sandbox amusement park and the confinement experience hall, and the magical cactus extravaganza.

Red envelopes will be given out to anyone who leaves a message within 72 hours of this chapter, thank you for your continued support!

Thanks mine, MUA!

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: Changle Weiyang 1;

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