Everyone retreated from the room, and Zhang Dianyu used his excellent acting skills to win a little trust for Mr. Fergus—probably
He was still a little dizzy, but Mr. Fergus was obviously quite free. He stood by the bed silently holding his sleeves, and he didn't try to leave.
Zhang Dianyu was thinking.
Since Chaoying has been to Untitled Town, they must have discovered the abnormality there. If he let Mr. Fergus go home at this time, wouldn't he still be chased by Fury and the others for interrogation
He sighed and leaned against the head of the bed, thinking whether to give up or not.
But getting a new character is hard-won—every time he's left half-dead, and it's accompanied by all sorts of surprises and surprises.
At this time, Sikestone is displayed as unavailable, so he only has Mr. Fergus as a switchable character, and he is really reluctant to discard it.
After much deliberation, Zhang Dianyu decided to let Mr. Fergus stay by his side.
He looked up to meet the old warden's unwavering gaze. Considering that the people by the door walked quickly when they left just now, which was completely different from the initial defense, he guessed that he could not let himself go freely in the room, and there must be a surveillance device secretly installed here.
He could only tilt his head slightly, and motioned to the chair next to him: "Mr. Fergus, please sit here for a while."
The old warden made no objection, and sat silently aside.
Judging from such behavior, it seems that he will carry out the orders in Zhang Dianyu's words.
Zhang Dianyu secretly heaved a sigh of relief. The old warden has retired and is not a member of the prison staff. I am afraid that he can not follow his command at this time. But again, the retired warden has no tasks to perform, and he will make some simple responses without violating the setting.
In other words, he is a social idler with nothing to do. Although he is not under control, he can make any demands on him.
Zhang Dianyu was thinking in his heart.
He originally planned to hire the old warden back in the name of a consultant and let him live within 10 meters of him, so that he could switch roles at any time like Seike Stone.
But now that the old warden can respond to requests, maybe he doesn't even have to pay his salary.
Zhang Dianyu couldn't help showing a little smile.
Mr. Fergus didn't notice this, and sat beside him with a face of indifference.
"Are we okay?" In the control room next to him, Stark sat down with his back facing the big screen, picked up a bag of dried cranberries and threw it into his mouth, "Why do I Feeling weird? That's the bedroom."
He received three disapproving looks.
"Otherwise, how can we rest assured that the warden will be alone with Mr. Fergus? Fergus is still a suspect in several cases." Fury said seriously, "This is an act of desperation, and the warden will understand of."
"Okay." Stark clapped his hands and stood up. "When he understands—to be honest, he will definitely make some confusing moves, but I'm a little used to it."
Fury was silent for a moment, exchanged glances with Strange, and then said, "About what happened in the room just now..."
"There are many doubts." Batman continued.
"Bullshit," Stark said, "did you see Mr. Warden suddenly wake up—just a few hours ago, my doctor said he was healthy enough to go to the prison cafeteria right now Barbell, but he's just let out there."
Batman: "…"
I have to say that the scene in the prison restaurant is really impressive.
"So, do you think that Mr. Fergus is still the key to all this?" Fury frowned and said slowly, "But judging by the slightly abnormal appearance of Mr. Warden, it seems that he does not resist Mr. Fergus. appear."
Stark grinned: "More than that."
At this moment, the surveillance screen was facing Mr. Warden leaning against the head of the bed, and the way he slightly drooped his eyes and raised the corners of his mouth was fully captured in the camera.
And Mr. Fergus turned his back to the screen slightly so that no one could see his expression.
Someone opened the door and entered the control room: "Mr. Stark, Mr. Warden's breakfast is ready."
Stark waved his hand indifferently: "Send it over."
Three eyes focused on him.
Stark: "?"
When the lazy knock on the door sounded, Zhang Dianyu cleared his dry throat slightly, and raised his voice: "Please come in."
Stark brought in a plate: "This is a breakfast specially prepared by an expert... who has studied the cuisines of various countries."
"Thank you." Zhang Dianyu replied.
Stark glanced at him. Mr. Warden is surprisingly well-behaved in front of his teacher. Since he woke up until now, he hasn't said a single word of nonsense that people can't continue. This is really shocking.
Judging from the character of the warden, if he had something in the hands of Mr. Fergus, he would not show such a reaction.
Stark leaves his breakfast. He returned to the control room, and immediately met three eyes.
"If you want to know, go by yourself." Feeling a little uncomfortable, he raised his thumb and pointed at the door behind him.
Strange shook his head: "No, we can all see it here."
Stark: "..."
He sat down beside him and stretched his tired shoulders and neck: "If there is any abnormality, the artificial intelligence will call the police."
"How likely are we," Strange's voice suddenly sounded in the silent room, "that we can bring the current Mr. Warden back to the cubicle in the bedroom, and let me repeat the ceremony just now?" ?”
Stark asked: "Didn't you say it was an operation?"
"Surgery." Strange corrected perfunctorily.
Fury: "..." He felt a slight headache.
Batman interrupted the tit-for-tat between the two: "So, you suspect that the warden still has a problem?"
"Of course." Strange said, "We all know that he woke up the moment he saw Mr. Fergus—and we all know that his usual behavior is quite weird. As far as what I just investigated In fact, there is no deep consciousness in his brain."
His eyes flicked over the faces of several people one by one: "What if we usually face such a person with an empty head?"
There was a moment of silence in the room, and after a moment Batman replied slowly, "He looks very real."
"Except for a few times," said Strange, "and you've all seen that."
Batman and Stark looked at each other.
"Actually," Stark cleared his throat, "it was the two of us who met, and Peter and Banner—so you mean, maybe he 'drops' sometimes?"
Strange: "Maybe."
Stark frowned. He pondered for a while, then glanced at Batman: "What do you think?"
Batman nodded slightly: "There is also a little truth."
"It sounds perfunctory," Stark chided, "but I agree."
Immediately afterwards, they fell into a new impasse.
"So..." Fury glanced at the few people present, "How are you going to get Mr. Warden into the circle surrounded by candles?"
"First of all," Stark said slowly, "he will definitely not agree if he is awake—I may cooperate with Mr. Warden in the future, and I will quit."
He looked at Strange on the side: "Why didn't Mr. Warden recognize you as his psychiatrist?"
Strange showed an inscrutable expression: "Maybe he didn't pay attention, so I can't show up again."
Stark looked disbelieving.
Then Fury said: "As the director of S.H.I.E.L.D., it is certainly impossible to suddenly attack a Mr. Warden."
Finally, three eyes slowly fell on Batman's face.
Batman: "…"
Stark showed a bit of revenge.
"I refuse," Batman said.
"If this matter is related to Mr. Fergus, and the warden won't let him leave at this time." He said slowly, "then sneaking the warden unconscious and bringing him into the compartment will alarm Fergus. It's not appropriate."
"If we find that the warden is under the control of Fergus, can't we arrest him directly?" Stark asked.
"What if not?" Batman asked.
The scene fell into a stalemate again.
"Maybe we can let Mr. Warden stay here for a few more days," said Strange, "and he is in much better condition now than when he was in prison."
Stark remembered the crazy speech made by the warden before the incident, and showed an expression of disbelief.
"So... is Banner going to hold out?" Fury asked.
Stark glanced at Batman, and the two looked thoughtful.
"Have you ever controlled the channels of mobile phones flowing into the prison?" Stark asked suddenly, "We discussed this issue at the beginning."
"Yes, we discussed it," Batman replied. "They bought the phone made by Wayne Enterprises. No comment on the rest."
Stark showed a smug expression: "Then, I think Stark Industries has also been involved in building materials, medical care, and catering."
Batman is noncommittal.
Since they can't go beyond the authority of the warden to fill vacancies in the prison at this time, they can also do something about purchasing materials from the prison—or do some charity.
"So," Fury frowned and glanced at the screen. Mr. Warden was tasting the breakfast Stark sent in, with a slightly surprised expression on his face, "How can you guarantee that Mr. Warden will be willing to stay here?"
"I can't guarantee it." Stark replied lazily, "but why Mr. Warden would trade his life with the clown, I know this."
Batman was the first to look at him.
"It's a long story at this time," Stark paused slightly, "Do you still remember the gossip I said, Mr. Warden placed a prisoner next to the office..."
In the bedroom at this time, Zhang Dianyu tasted the breakfast that Stark brought over, and sighed in his heart, Iron Man's chef at home was indeed extraordinary. The delicacy and delicacy of the dishes exceeded his expectations—of course, it is also possible that he was used to eating potatoes and kale in prison, and anything could wake up his long-sleeping taste buds.
He put the used dinner plate aside, leaned back slightly, and thought about what to do next.
A dozen hours ago, the Joker turned his prison upside down, and now he's desperate to find that the mess is his own.