At the same time, Zhang Dianyu, who had just adjusted to the bright light in the room, also realized that the expression of the bald warden did not look normal at this time.
Although his goal has been achieved, judging from Mr. Fergus's reaction, the people standing by the door are probably going to think about it soon.
Just now Zhang Dianyu made up a set of teacher-student love stories that made the listeners cry and the listeners sad. In the blink of an eye, the student finally woke up, but the former warden became indifferent—this is so weird.
He even caught a glimpse of Strange's expression from the corner of his eye, which seemed to have begun to become a little subtle.
Zhang Dianyu now has two choices, he can freely throw the blame on Mr. Fergus who has lost his head, and he can show his cards to the superheroes. The mission left them with only one low-volume, low-variety meal a day, and whatnot.
Then Mr. Fergus will be convicted and spend the rest of his life in prison—it is not impossible, anyway, the prison is ready-made, and Zhang Dianyu can arrange a good room for him.
Since Sikestone's resurrection is in the foreseeable future, there is a cell just vacant behind the assistant's room.
But the problem is that, as a former law enforcement officer, Mr. Foggs is likely to be hated by other prisoners in prison.
In other words, even under the protection of Zhang Dianyu, the bald warden may not be able to live long.
And Zhang Dianyu just got a new character, and he doesn't want him to die so soon—even if this character is bald, generally speaking, he will never use it again.
What could be more important than hair
But the second choice is much more interesting. Zhang Dianyu's eyes moved slightly, as if he wanted to sit up, but failed, so he could only faintly say: "Mr. Fergus?"
The character selection panel unfolded in front of his eyes, and he switched roles immediately.
The angle of view changed suddenly, he rolled his eyes, looked at the young man who was looking up at him, and sighed restrainedly, with a slight undetectable sob.
He opened his mouth slightly, but seemed speechless again.
But obviously, he didn't say no.
Zhang Dianyu allowed the atmosphere to rise between the two for a while before responding softly: "My...Mr. Warden."
Then he immediately switched roles again.
Mr. Fergus stopped talking, and his expression became indifferent.
But at this time, in the eyes of outsiders, the old warden seemed to be deliberately suppressing his feelings, unwilling to show worry and weakness in front of the students.
Zhang Dianyu turned his head slightly and glanced at the few people by the door.
In fact, he wanted to see if the performance would work—but there was nothing unreasonable about such behavior, he had just woken up from a coma, and of course he was a little curious about what was going on around him.
Zhang Dianyu took advantage of the opportunity to show a confused expression, lifted the quilt covering his body, grabbed the old warden's wrist, and looked at the door again.
He chose among several people, and finally his eyes fell on Stark's face.
Iron Man is back to show, but he is already the most soft-hearted good guy among the few.
The other people didn't seem to be completely deceived, they were still looking at him suspiciously. Zhang Dianyu could only bite the bullet and continue pretending—the most important thing was not to let them take Mr. Fergus away, otherwise he would reveal his secrets as soon as he opened his mouth.
He stepped on the carpet with bare feet, looked down at the surgical gown on his body, and asked slowly, "Where am I?"
The S.H.I.E.L.D. jet landed directly on the tarmac, and he needed to find out where it was.
"It's in the Stark Industrial Park not far from the prison, Mr. Warden, please don't worry." Stark answered him immediately, then hesitated, "Do you feel uncomfortable?"
To be honest, Zhang Dianyu can go downstairs and run three laps now.
But he must keep Mr. Fergus in front of him.
He looked at Stark with a slight frown, as if thinking about something. Immediately afterwards, he glanced at the expressionless old warden, then lowered his head slightly, and said softly, "Mr. Fergus... you are here."
At the same time, he switched roles again.
The young man in front of him lowered his head slightly, his eyes were covered by the loose hair on his forehead.
Zhang Dianyu immediately stepped forward to hold the young man under his armpit, helped him back to the bed, and said in a somewhat serious tone: "Don't move, you need to lie back and rest."
Stark, who had a question mark on his face by the door, took a step forward: "Mr. Fergus, I think... you should know that with the 'treatment conditions' of the prison, Mr. Warden should have almost recovered by now." He slightly Pause, and added: "I mean, if Mr. Warden feels unwell, then maybe something is wrong, and he should go for a checkup."
The warden quickly raised his head: "I don't—"
Seeing that the warden was about to say "I don't understand what you mean" after hanging up the phone, Zhang Dianyu quickly interrupted him: "Don't say it, even if you are Mr. Warden now."
Then he switched roles again.
The frequent change of perspective made him feel a little dizzy, so he leaned against the head of the bed, looking unhappy.
Because he felt a little nauseous.
Mr. Fergus was about to withdraw his hand, but he grabbed it immediately: "Teacher—"
He met the expressionless gaze of the bald former warden, and then slightly staggered away.
Stark felt a bit of a headache, and felt that the relationship between the two might not be that simple, just as there were often differences between him and the old Stark.
He grinned slightly, and signaled with his eyes the few people next to him that it was time to relay.
Nobody bothered.
Batman's eyes are hidden under the blue-white glowing goggles. Director Fury has a serious expression from the moment he entered the door—or it may be true that he has had this expression from birth, and Strange's The eyes are always accurate enough that Stark can't catch them.
Stark could only go on: "So, do you need an inspection, Mr. Warden?"
Zhang Dianyu grabbed Mr. Fergus' wrist, just wanting to find a way to distract them all—then maybe Fergus could jump out of the window and escape, but I'm afraid it would be difficult to avoid the pursuit of these people. But all in all, there is always a way.
If one person plays two roles in this way, he might really want to vomit.
Stark saw Mr. Warden's eyes firmly fixed on the restrained face of the old warden, and he held the other's hand tightly, until he heard the sound of culture, he slowly turned his head, Frowning slightly, he said, "... I'm hungry."
Stark was shocked.
He looked at the wall clock on the wall, it was indeed getting late, and Mr. Warden had lost a lot of blood, and he has been in a coma since yesterday evening, and it is normal to feel hungry.
What shocked him was Mr. Warden's tone, which was completely different from the cold or straightforward sound in the past. It seemed to have a little expectation, as if there were endless words to tell the old warden.
Perhaps only in front of his most trusted person would he show such a little bit of emotion.
Mr. Fergus looked at the warden, but did not respond to him.
Stark quickly replied: "It just so happens that a good chef is here." After speaking, he pushed open the door and walked out first.