"So," Banner mused after changing into the crimson prison uniform representing a felon, "this place can suppress the mutations caused by Captain America's super soldier serum and gamma rays—this doesn't seem to be regular. .”
Zhang Dianyu suddenly thought of something: "Are you a little interested in this?"
Banner froze for a moment, and slowly smiled bitterly: "Sorry...my habit."
"No no, I mean," Zhang Dianyu said, "if you are interested, there is nothing wrong with it."
Banner seemed confused.
Isn't this a free researcher delivered to your door? Zhang Dianyu was pleasantly surprised.
Banner was locked in prison anyway, and he didn't look like he wanted to escape.
As for Iron Man and Batman, the two bottomless evil capitalists, forget it. Zhang Dianyu prefers Dr. Banner, a simple scientific and technical personnel.
Thinking of this, the doctor's frowning expression became much more pleasing to the eye.
Zhang Dianyu did not forget his promise: "Then doctor, the guard will take you to the morgue, and you can enjoy the rest of your prison time to the fullest."
Banner: "..."
No matter how you hear these words, you feel weird, and coupled with the warden's slightly cold smile hidden in the shadows, people feel that they can't help but feel a chill behind their backs.
But he didn't want to struggle anymore.
He tried to hide and hide, but he could never really disappear. Every time the big green guy shows up, people from the Hulk arrest team will come immediately upon hearing the news.
To be honest, Banner was tired.
Whatever was waiting for him, he didn't want to struggle anymore.
After Zhang Dianyu left, a guard opened Banner's confinement room: "501001, come out."
At the same time, the Hulk arrest team who were still stationed at the cell where the prisoners were being transferred were also notified that the guards were taking them to the morgue.
After all, they stayed to guard the Hulk.
Several soldiers felt a little uneasy. Unexpectedly, as soon as General Ross left, the warden took Hulk away and killed him-should they take the body back to report
To be honest, it's hard to say whether the general will be happy or angry—although he's been trying to kill the Hulk, but just two hours ago, Mr. Warden looked like he was on Banner's side, even Order the guards to raise their guns on them.
That's why General Ross asked them to stay here and continue to watch Hulk. On the one hand, it is because they have some experience in dealing with the Hulk due to years of fighting, and on the other hand, they are afraid that Mr. Warden will interfere with it and let go of the Hulk they have worked so hard to arrest.
Just now they were still making eye contact whether they wanted to force their way into the confinement room.
The morgue is next to the infirmary, even bigger than the infirmary. From the outside, it is a beautiful white single storey building.
The lead prison guard went to the door of the morgue and took out the key to open the door.
The atmosphere seemed tense.
The captain of the Hulk arrest team pondered whether he should apply to contact General Ross.
The guard finally opened the door and pointed to the inside: "No. 501001 is the innermost."
Before the words fell, he left.
The rest of the people were dumbfounded, and quickly woke up the small captain who was in deep thought: "Captain, the prison guards have left, saying that Hulk is at the bottom."
The squad leader looked up at the interior of the morgue. I have to say that although the place is empty and quiet, and filled with mortuary tables, it doesn't look particularly gloomy. Instead, it is clean and bright, and there is no peculiar smell.
But it's a morgue after all.
In the human mind, death is the biggest shadow from the moment of understanding. No one can escape the sanction of the god of death, regardless of a brilliant or mediocre life, will eventually stagnate in a narrow coffin.
The most frightening thing about death is that it freezes everything. Whether you regret it or not, there is no longer a chance to save it.
All in all, a place like a morgue is always scary.
The squad leader made a tactical gesture to signal the team members to be vigilant and follow behind him. Since the prison guard left without giving a reminder, the state of the corpse may be Hulk instead of Banner, and it should be recognizable from the model at a glance.
However, they went to the innermost place and did not see the large green corpse. The team leader stopped, and stood in front of several bloody morgues, looking at each other in blank dismay with his team members.
Could it be that the prison guards—it should be said that the warden—is lying to them
"Team...captain?" Someone suddenly said, with a bit of disbelief in his voice.
The team leader raised his head upon hearing the sound, and looked in the direction the team member pointed: "..."
Behind the iron fence of a prison gate, Banner, wearing a dark red prison uniform and wearing glasses, was sitting at a desk reading a book, frowning and stretching out his hand to turn on the desk lamp, when he looked up, he inadvertently bumped into several Hulk arresting team members gaze.
Banner hesitated for a moment, and said hello: "Are you here too?"
The Hulk who was present arrested the team members: "..."
Why is there a cell in the morgue!
It is also equipped with a desk, and even a corner of the TV can be vaguely seen next to it.
The cells in this morgue are even in decent condition.
Why on earth is this! What's going on in this prison!
Immediately afterwards, the team leader was the first to realize a serious problem—are they going to guard Hulk in the morgue for a long time in the future
Captain: "..."
Zhang Dianyu, who didn't consider the mood of the Hulk arrest team, finally returned to his office.
He was in a good mood.
Before this morning, he had no idea that it would be the Hulk.
He thought it would be one of those talents in Arkham again. To be honest, although Arkham's talents are crazy, it's not that they can't solve it, but it's a bit sedative.
And now he is short of a psychiatrist.
Not too bad considering Harley Quinn's salary hasn't been paid yet.
The problem is that another fledgling male doctor simply passed out after hearing that the person he was working with was Harley Quinn and the person he was about to treat was a clown.
It took Zhang Dianyu several cups of cold water to wake him up.
The psychiatrist seemed on the verge of becoming mentally ill. Zhang Dianyu had no choice but to give him a vacation and let him work in the library for a few days.
In other words, there is no psychiatrist now, no matter whether the clown's mental illness can be cured or not, there is no one to treat it now anyway.
Zhang Dianyu fell into deep thought.
Since the prison has set a 50% salary cut for all staff—including the warden himself, most of the psychiatrists that can be recruited are not experienced senior doctors.
Zhang Dianyu didn't think the problem was too big.
Arkham's psychiatrists have many elites in the industry, and they have not been able to treat them into normal people, and they will become even more insane when they come out.
Might as well save some money and buy more batches of straitjackets and sedatives.
But if there are not enough psychiatrists to recruit, the task will not be completed. Although there is no rush for a while, this problem will be dealt with one day.
Zhang Dianyu thought about it, and then thought of Dr. Banner.
This is a genius not inferior to Stark, with seven doctorates and a lot of prison time.
He opened the map and glanced at the location of the morgue, and found that Banner had indeed established a good way of psychological self-regulation during the long-term struggle with the Hulk. Now, in his status column, the demand item was empty.
It can be said that there is no desire or demand, and I concentrate on reading.
His mental state is also very stable, and it seems that he has no possibility of escaping from prison or causing trouble, so he can be regarded as a model prisoner.
Zhang Dianyu immediately made a decision to ask the prison guards to send some relevant medical and psychiatric materials to Bennardo, so that he could get a new degree as soon as possible, so that he could start working as soon as possible to fight for his chance of parole.
Of course, if he can really pass the parole regulations by then, the parole rate will be lowered a bit.
Zhang Dianyu looked at another psychiatrist on the map who was moving books, and shook his head resentfully.
Forget it, since he is here, let him continue to stay and fill his head.
Zhang Dianyu breathed a sigh of relief, but when he saw Transfer Prisoner 0/1 in the to-do list in the upper left corner, the headache slowly came back.
A prisoner transfer every week is as full of surprises as an unboxing egg. He thought it was a sandbox construction game, but he didn't expect it to be a card-drawing game.
It's a pity that there are not many prisoners like Dr. Banner counting on their fingers.
The next week was spent peacefully like this, which made Zhang Dianyu feel a little unreal.
The clown is still in a coma, and no one is full enough to make irresponsible remarks on his human rights issues. After Dr. Banner received the advanced medical education book for one person, a few hours of confusion appeared in the status bar, and then he accepted the arrangement and went to study.
In addition, Zhang Dianyu subscribed to the Planet Daily for a week, and found that the big pigeon of Superman did not publish any reports about the prison at all, so he failed to attract any new investment. Of course, it is also possible that the manuscript was killed by his editor-in-chief. After all, the communication between Zhang Dianyu and him that day seemed to be nonsense.
But it is said that he is still a reporter with high professionalism, which makes Zhang Dianyu always feel that there is something strange.
He shook his head, seeing that the time had passed 8 o'clock in the morning, he decided to pay attention to the transferred prisoner who had just been sent.
Because he knew this prison van, and the spray paint with the words Arkham was shining brightly.
As a reclusive prison warden, he didn't plan to go out to meet the transferred prisoners, but clicked on the small map to check the prisoner information.
The prison car slowly stopped in front of the prison gate, and several Arkham prison guards opened the car door. Zhang Dianyu could even feel the joy from their heads that appeared as a ball.
Their happiness is based on Zhang Dianyu's pain.
Then they bet a... green guy
Zhang Dianyu's smile gradually disappeared. He zoomed in on the map and studied it carefully, and found that the new prisoner's face was not uniform green, but an uneven gray-green, which looked like some kind of... scales? His nickname, "Killer Crocodile," is displayed in the prisoner's information column.
Zhang Dianyu: "..."
He took a deep breath.
He stared closely at the sewer resident who was led into the gate of the prison by the prison guards, but he didn't suddenly turn into a prisoner with a normal complexion.
Zhang Dianyu thought about it, and this is not unreasonable. After all, although Captain America lost the ability brought by the quadruple serum here, he did not suddenly become a short and thin young man.
Zhang Dianyu looked at the dark green little man wearing heavy handcuffs and being escorted to the receiving cell of the transferred prisoners for a while, then suddenly smiled slowly.