The clown seemed to fall into a moment of silence.
That's pretty rare, but Banner didn't notice. He stretched out a finger to scratch his hair, and said a little embarrassedly: "That... are you going to join?"
clown:"… "
Now that he understands the matter, a sad sigh came from the hospital bed used to match the straitjacket: "... I don't like you."
Banner: "..." Looks like his first day as a doctor was a failure.
But this incident did not cause Zhang Dianyu's surprise. He vetoed Banner who came to resign, and planned to assign him several new tasks.
Those few prisoners who didn't sleep in the middle of the night, they might need some psychological guidance.
Dr. Banner is an honest scholar who takes notes of his conversations with his patients. Zhang Dianyu studied it, and said, "Or you can take them to the courtyard to do yoga or something, and open up that thing—the spiritual world."
Banner hesitated to speak.
Zhang Dianyu said: "I heard that yoga masters can bury themselves alive in the soil for several weeks without eating or breathing. Do you think they can reach this level next week?"
Banner: "???"
For the sake of the lives of these prisoners, he hastened to clarify: "No, Mr. Warden—it takes many years of practice, and... IMHO..."
"Oh," Zhang Dianyu thought for a while, "Forget it—you are a doctor, just follow your advice."
Banner was silent for a moment, as if he could not refute.
At this time, Peter dragged his suitcase and knocked on the door of the office, as if he was about to say goodbye to Zhang Dianyu, but he was slightly taken aback when he saw Banner in the room.
Banner still remembers this little intern assistant, who often ran around behind Mr. Warden to handle chores—although I don’t know why he appeared in the prison as an intern, and how his parents would agree, but this kid is very enthusiastic about his work , it is easy to give birth to a good impression.
It's almost time to start school, and he must be planning to end his short internship career.
Unexpectedly, the little assistant did not speak directly to the warden behind the desk, but stared at Banner for a while, and suddenly said a little excitedly: "It's you, you are Dr. Bruce Banner, I am in "Nature " and "Science" have read your papers, and your research on gamma particles is eye-opening!"
Banner was slightly taken aback, he didn't expect anyone to say such a thing.
The little assistant excitedly extended his right hand and shook hands with the subconscious doctor: "It's an honor to meet you, my name is Peter, Peter Parker."
Zhang Dianyu saw the scene of Peter chasing stars, and he didn't stop it, and it was okay for him. He continued to flip through the map in deep thought, and checked the clown's status by the way - he found that there was an extra line of "depressed" at the bottom.
This is strange.
Although Dr. Banner's treatment is not useful, it will not make him feel depressed. Could it be that he has been held back in the cell for so long and doesn't like to be chatted with
Zhang Dianyu felt that the mentally ill thinking was too mysterious and unpredictable, so he couldn't help but increase the dosage of the clown's medication.
Peter here finally ended his flattery to Banner, and happily came to the desk to report.
The boy blinked his brown eyes, the joy just now was swept away, and there was some grievance and reluctance on his face.
"Mr. Warden, Mr. Stark will send a driver to pick me up at the airport tomorrow morning." Peter whispered.
Zhang Dianyu noticed that Banner next to him seemed to want to leave, so he nodded to him, and Banner left quickly. To be honest, as he grows older and... those changes, he seems to be more and more reluctant to part.
Zhang Dianyu looked at the brown-haired boy in front of him.
As a small undercover agent, Peter has not slackened in his work for more than a month, and sometimes Zhang Dianyu even wondered if he really came to social service for a long time.
Neighborhood Spider-Man in New York was offline for a whole month, burying himself in piles of files—Zhang Dianyu seemed to understand how the future Spider-Man kept his secret for so many years.
Extraordinary people are great, but extraordinary people who can endure ordinary people are even more amazing.
Zhang Dianyu walked around the desk and patted the boy on the shoulder: "You did a good job, Peter."
Suddenly Peter put down the suitcase and gave him a hug.
Zhang Dianyu was a little taken aback, and after a while, he tentatively patted the boy on the back, but said nothing.
Peter let go of his arms, his face was a little red, he seemed a little embarrassed by his outrageous behavior, and puffed out his chest to promise: "Sir, I will come back when I have a chance."
Zhang Dianyu thought for a while: "I feel your reluctance, but it's best not to say this."
Peter: "..."
There seems to be something wrong.
Early the next morning, Stark's driver, Happy Hogan, arrived as scheduled and waited at the gate of the prison.
The red sports car was parked between the hearse and the truck, so that the well-informed security director was a little uncomfortable.
The young man walked out from the prison gate and waved to the fat driver from a distance. The mentality of the young man changed quite quickly. When he saw an acquaintance, Peter immediately became much happier.
Hogan took the suitcase from Peter's hand and stuffed it into the trunk, urging him: "Hurry up, this is the first time I have picked someone out of prison."
Peter: "I'm not..."
Hogan shook his head: "I really can't see it, you also dismantled the Spider-Man nanny system installed by the boss and went out to commit crimes?"
Peter: "Huh?"
But he suddenly remembered that his secret undercover behavior this time seemed to be known only to the top leaders of various organizations, in order to prevent information from being leaked to irrelevant people.
Peter scratched his hair depressedly: "Then...Aunt May's side..."
Hogan sighed and started the car: "Don't worry, she called to inquire about your news and asked why you didn't call back. The boss lied to her that you went out for an internship—the same lie you lied to her."
Peter: "..."
This Russian matryoshka of truth and lies is going to make him dizzy.
The red sports car left a soundless exhaust trail, and disappeared at the end of the road with the roar of the engine. Zhang Dianyu closed the map, feeling that he also missed the time when the little assistant was still around.
He sighed and looked at the wall.
There are no windows here.
Now he is the only one left in the huge office building, and he seems a little lonely. The tools in the small 4x4 grid outside were moved to the new building below the psychiatric ward, and when Peter left, he had the entire space to himself, even a room to sleep in.
He looked around at the walls again. Shortly after entering the game, there was already a window option in the panel, but he didn't think it was necessary, so he didn't add it.
It seems to be somewhat necessary now.
Zhang Dianyu immediately called the construction team and asked them to add windows to the entire warden's office.
So when I looked out from the office, I could see the cafeteria full of people. Prisoners ran out holding stolen forks from time to time. The guards who chased them were stunned, handcuffed, and dragged to the confinement room for punishment.
Zhang Dianyu: "..."
Sure enough, it is possible to install windows, but it is not necessary.
Seeing the chaotic canteen scene reminded him briefly of his role as a prisoner. He found Aston Seikestone on the map. The young prisoner with brown hair and brown eyes was having a meal under the surveillance of the guards, and there seemed to be nothing unusual.
I don't know if it is because Zhang Dianyu is the main character in the vest of this character, so after losing his soul, he looks much naive than other prisoners.
But for various reasons, other prisoners always bypass him.
Zhang Dianyu observed the map for a while. The breakfast time ended quickly, and Dr. Banner went to the psychiatrist's office to change into a white coat and started a new day of treatment.
According to what Zhang Dianyu said, he taught yoga in the courtyard today to several prisoners diagnosed with new mental illnesses.
Banner was helpless.
But the warden seemed serious. He could only watch the guards distribute yoga mats to a few mentally ill prisoners with question marks all over his head.
I have to say that Banner has indeed tried everything that can stabilize his mind. It's not professional, but it looks like that too.
But is this really what a psychiatrist should do
Banner embarrassingly led a few steel men in gray and white mentally ill jumpsuits to pose in various yoga poses on the courtyard, attracting onlookers from the prisoners who were free to move after breakfast.
Banner: "..."
For some reason, he finds it more embarrassing than running naked down the street every time the Hulk turns back into a human.
Zhang Dianyu stroked his chin and watched Pixel Banner's yoga for a while. The small people's spherical hands stroked their cylindrical bodies. Such a simple act attracted the attention of the prisoners.
Before he knew it, Zhang Dianyu thought about the yoga master not eating or drinking again.
But according to Banner, it's going to take a while, and it's likely to be deceitful.
If you have a chance, find a few prisoners who have served more than 100 years and try to learn it. If you are lucky, their spirits will be sublimated and they will save a lot of food money.
On the path below the courtyard, Aston Sekestone, who had just had breakfast, did not return to his cell, nor did he participate in prison labor. He walked shoulder to shoulder with the guards guarding him on the gravel road to digest his food.
Looking at their tacit understanding, Zhang Dianyu suddenly had an idea.
After a few days of observation, he had discovered that the prisoners would avoid Seikestone, which meant that the undercover vest plan might have failed. So in order to protect Seike Stone's life, it is better to arrange him in the room Peter vacated.
That is, the dark room behind the assistant's room.
He believes that according to the game's setting, no prisoner dares to come to the warden's office to play wild-except for a shower, of course.
Zhang Dianyu still felt hot when he thought of that scene.
But the new prisoners will be much better. Although they like riots, and they once killed the weakened little crocodile tunnel detector and his pixel guards, at least they will be nervous and trembling when they meet the warden on weekdays. Stand still, and don't wander into the warden's office to use the shower.
It can only be said that there are advantages and disadvantages between the original prisoners and the new prisoners.
Zhang Dianyu called the construction team, opened up the original accounting office on the north side of the warden's office, installed beds and bookshelves, and moved the TV in, turning it into a cozy bedroom.
But no windows.
Zhang Dianyu felt that he still didn't need windows.
As for the original small dark room in the assistant's room, Zhang Dianyu installed an iron door on the inner floor and turned it into a prison cell.
In other words, if you push away the disguised bookshelf, you will see this small cell specially used to store his prisoner role.
After thinking about it, he installed a shower and toilet in the small space.
If he impromptuly wants to hang out in this prisoner role, only to find that Sekestone hasn't cleaned himself up in weeks, he may die from the smell of himself.
The shortest distance between the bedroom in the warden's office and this small cell is no more than 10 meters, that is to say, when he is in his own room, he can call out his name and switch roles, which is safe and fast.
But Zhang Dianyu, who waited until Seikestone was escorted into the new cell by the guards and started experimenting with the new plan in the middle of the night, found that things were not that simple.
His prisoner character Sikestone does not have super hearing, and it is impossible to hear his normal voice through two walls—that is, to switch bodies, he has to call out Sikestone’s name so that the other party can hear him. Get it.
Fortunately, there is no one else in the office building, otherwise, every time they switch bodies, they would have to yell. What's the point of this concealment
Zhang Dianyu felt that this didn't seem very good, but he couldn't think of a new way for the time being—unless Sekestone lived next door to him, and the two could meet when they opened the door and communicate at a normal volume.
But he doesn't want to.
Word quickly spread around the prison that Seikestone had been personally chosen by the warden. It is said that someone heard shouts from the office building in the middle of the night, and it seemed that the name of Sekstone was in the content.
Stark showed a look that was difficult to look directly at.
There was a trace of impatience in Batman's deep voice: "What kind of intelligence is this, what about the others?"
"Oh my god Wayne, can't such explosive gossip impress you?" Stark looked shocked.
Batman's voice sounded even colder and hoarse: "Don't call out my name, Stark."
Stark: "Then you have to call me Iron Man."
Fury: "Enough!"
Stark: "You start with this every day, isn't there anything new?"
Fury had nothing to say.
Stark raised his hand and made a few command gestures. Several lines of light blue writing spread out on the virtual light screen, and a few photos were attached. Several figures were locked by red circles.
"Here is the prison warden's devil's confinement room—the one that Peter once reported." Stark pointed to the three confinement rooms without meals, "but every night someone secretly delivers food to the ogres, I suspect some guards have been bought by him—Ummm, or I think, bewitched?"
Batman's face softened slightly, and he nodded.
"I received information from an informant that there were people taken by clowns in the dormitory in Block B where there was a riot in the prison. Recently, traces of weapons and ammunition were found among the airdropped contraband on the edge of the prison. There could be bloodshed and the warden needs to be alerted."
Stark touched his chin and looked at Batman playfully: "You think the warden is not an enemy?"
Batman didn't answer.
"I agree. But," Stark thought for a while, "that means he might be under the control of someone? There is no clue about the drug problem last time, and the other party is completely hidden behind the scenes."
Batman answered him this time: "I'll investigate."
Stark gave a disapproving look.