The warden on the bed suddenly lifted the quilt and stepped sideways on the carpet.
Stark: "?"
Zhang Dianyu quickly got up and pressed the shoulder of the black-haired young man, turned his head and said to Stark: "Mr. Warden is right, we still have some things to discuss." He paused and added: "About—the prison Management issues during the period."
Stark wanted to scratch his head, because the warden he saw seemed to be slightly different from just now. The young man lowered his head slightly, trying to get up from Mr. Fergus's hands in an almost weird posture.
It seemed impolite to stare at each other here—so he could go back to the adjoining control room and watch on the big screen.
So Stark immediately stood up without hesitation: "Okay, then I won't disturb your conversation."
He walked out of the room quickly, and Zhang Dianyu immediately let go of the warden who was being held down by him.
As he expected, the warden who hung up the phone found himself outside the prison, and the first thing he did was to go back—but Zhang Dianyu forgot one thing, he was only wearing a thin surgical gown, and even naked on foot.
In the few seconds he was in a daze, the warden who hung up the phone had already walked to the door, twisted the doorknob, and walked outside in silence.
Zhang Dianyu's scalp is numb—this behavior looks like a mental illness, right? If he didn't quickly stop the warden from hanging up, he might be regarded as mentally ill.
He was caught in a dilemma.
Originally, he wanted to pretend that his mental state was not stable to Stark, and lightly dismissed the part that declared that prison was a game. This happened to be an opportunity.
But he was afraid that the superheroes would think he needed to see a psychiatrist.
In the end Zhang Dianyu gritted his teeth - let's see. Besides, as long as he returns to prison, on his own territory, the Chaoying can't do anything to him.
Isn't it just a mental illness
Zhang Dianyu still doesn't know where the surveillance cameras are installed in the room, but he is sure that someone must have seen the warden's behavior of hanging up the phone.
He chased him out, hugged the young man from behind, and tried hard to persuade: "Mr. Warden, I understand that you want to go back, but you—at least you need to change clothes."
Zhang Dianyu caught a glimpse of Stark who pushed the door out from the next door in a panic, and the other party froze for a moment when he saw him, as if he was a little embarrassed.
He knew where Stark was embarrassed—a bit of a reveal that the control room was next door, didn't he
But that's not the point, Zhang Dianyu pretended not to notice, but called Stark: "Mr. Stark, can you stop the warden for me?"
"Uh," Stark was a little puzzled, "Okay, Mr. Fergus—what's going on?"
Fergus on the opposite side sighed: "I said that I agree with your suggestion, but Mr. Warden insists on going back to the prison in person, and even wants to run out like this."
Stark was dumbfounded.
A few minutes ago, Mr. Warden seemed to be seriously considering his proposal, and he also agreed to talk to Fergus, and let the old warden go back to handle prison affairs first. Why did he want to leave all of a sudden
He had just returned to the control room from the next door, and before he could even see clearly what was happening on the surveillance, he saw the warden walk out of the room, and Mr. Fergus chased him out.
So he had to hurry out to check the situation.
But now he found that even though he had come out, he still didn't know what the hell was going on.
The door behind Stark was pushed open again, and a figure in a white coat came out with a serious face.
"Tony, I think Mr. Warden may not know what he is doing at this time, maybe it is a mental problem caused by a series of recent incidents, maybe I can diagnose it for him." Strange said seriously.
"Ah... Really?" Stark is not sure if Strange is serious now, after all, he did work as a psychiatrist for a few days during this period.
Until Strange took advantage of Mr. Fergus' gaze to look elsewhere, and secretly winked at him with one eye.
Stark: "..."
Fergus next to him tried his best to stop Mr. Warden and asked, "Excuse me, who is this?"
"It's the psychiatrist in the prison, Doctor Strange." Stark replied, "Maybe the warden hasn't had time to tell you that the prison now is very different from before, and a special psychiatric ward has been established. Treat mentally ill criminals."
Zhang Dianyu showed a look of sudden realization.
He would have preferred to say that he and the warden had been in correspondence all the time—but was afraid they might find out through the mailroom and find out it was a lie. So I simply dropped the idea.
"So," Zhang Dianyu looked at the two slowly from the perspective of Fergus, "Do you live together?"
The scene fell into a brief silence.
Strange stared at Stark stiffly, and nodded in the other's terrified eyes: "Yes, Mr. Fergus."
Stark: "..."
Zhang Dianyu didn't expect Strange to let go like this. But he hoped that Stark could get out of the shock as soon as possible, and help him stop the young warden, he could hardly hold the warden who was determined to go to the stairs.
You know he's just a 63-year-old bald retired senior.
Fortunately, Stark seemed to have heard his heart, and walked quickly to block the warden who hung up the phone: "Mr. Fergus, please let me take Mr. Warden to check it?"
Of course Zhang Dianyu couldn't let them take him away: "I thought he just had some brain problems?"
"Yes, we can do an MRI of his brain to see if his brain activity areas are abnormal at this time. For mental patients, their brain activity areas are different from ordinary people." Ster Lan Qi answered next to him.
Zhang Dianyu didn't believe it, this supreme mage was very bad, and he must be plotting against his body.
"Or," Stark suggested, "if you are worried about Mr. Warden, you can go with us?"
Zhang Dianyu felt a little skeptical, but agreed anyway.
But when he was blocked by a heavy electromagnetic shielding door, he realized that he had been tricked.
This Iron Man is also very bad!
Chief Fury seemed busy and was said to have left. And Batman suddenly appeared again. According to Steck, he was afraid that the old warden would be too worried, so he came to wait with him for the result.
Zhang Dianyu sat on the sofa outside the screened door, and Batman opposite him, with his hands on his knees, looked at him silently.
This is clearly to monitor Fergus.
"It's been more than half an hour, Mr. Batman," Zhang Dianyu stood up uncontrollably, "I'm an old man in his sixties, and I know how long an MRI takes—what's wrong with my student?"
"The instrument needs to be warmed up, and no one usually uses it." Batman also stood up, and even took a step forward, overwhelming the old warden in an instant, "You can sit back on the sofa and wait ,please."
Zhang Dianyu: "..."
He could only sit back in silence.
In the examination room separated by a wall, the scanning instruments were piled up in the corner, and a complicated magic circle was drawn with chalk on the empty ground in the middle, surrounded by the same candle circle as before.
The scene was the same as it was in the bedroom cubicle before.
The warden still had his eyes closed, lying in the center surrounded by candles, while Strange knelt on the ground with his hands gently holding his head.
Stark walked anxiously beside him.
"You're affecting my thinking."
A sudden sentence came from the center of the room, which stunned Stark for a moment: "I thought you couldn't communicate with the outside world during this ceremony of entering the spiritual space?"
"Unless I've been wandering outside." Strange was still in a state of meditation with his eyes closed, "I need to confirm my results, so don't walk around."
Stark paused, his eyebrows twisted into a knot.
Strange's words made him realize that the result was indeed as he expected, not optimistic. But he couldn't believe it was real—the warden had just been talking to him, fresh and real.
"Unfortunately," Strange finally said after ten minutes, "his consciousness is no different from when he was in a coma before—it didn't exist at all."