Stark: "..."
Strange has already opened his eyes, and glanced at him lightly: "You don't believe it?"
"I believe," Stark said, "I've actually seen a soulless...artificial intelligence," he snapped his fingers into the air, "Say hello to Doctor Strange? "
An inorganic electronic voice came from the speaker next to it: "Hello, Doctor Strange."
Strange: "…"
"I want to correct you I said consciousness not soul, but never mind." He rolled his eyes.
Stark paced the room thoughtfully: "So, what do you think Mr. Warden is...?"
Strange slowly raised his head and met his gaze. Stark couldn't help but stop.
"Humans," said Strange, "in a biological sense."
Stark stood on the spot with his chest folded, his expression thoughtful.
"But," Strange went on, "we now know he wasn't."
Stark thought for a while: "Then let me try to accept it—if there are no humans in this prison, then what is trying to supervise these super criminals?"
Strange shook his head slowly, but did not answer.
After a moment, he said slowly, "Maybe there's one more."
Stark understood: "Mr. Fergus."
The eyes of the two met, and they seemed to have reached a silent consensus.
Outside the screened door, Zhang Dianyu felt that the old warden was about to suffer from hemorrhoids under Batman's substantive gaze—if he had any.
But fortunately, he can explain this as restlessness caused by worrying about the warden.
He couldn't help raising his wrist to check the time. It had been more than an hour—is he checking his head or getting a kidney transplant
Just when Zhang Dianyu couldn't bear to get up again, the screen door finally opened.
He immediately stood up and rushed over, only to find that the black-haired young man lying in the center of the instrument slowly opened his eyes, and seemed to be unaffected at all, sat up and wanted to continue walking outside.
Zhang Dianyu: "..."
He felt that if he wanted to avoid being harmed by wind criticism, he might have to change back and put on some clothes first.
"That's right, Mr. Fergus," he turned his head and saw Mr. Stark's adult smirk, "The doctor thinks that Mr. Warden may just be in a coma for a long time and lose a little sense of time." —It’s not a big problem, it should be fine after a night of sleep.”
Zhang Dianyu slowly made a question mark.
Just now they were still refusing to let themselves leave, and they changed their tone in a blink of an eye
He immediately thought of a possibility, and whispered nervously: "Mr. Warden, are you feeling alright?"
The character panel was unfolded in front of him, which made him breathe a sigh of relief.
He even thought that Stark and the others had some black technology and replaced the warden with a biochemical robot or something—but since the character panel is still there, it means that the warden is still himself.
This is strange.
Zhang Dianyu hesitated for a moment, but handed it back temporarily. In any case, he couldn't just let the hang-up warden walk back into the prison to ruin his reputation.
This is inappropriate, how can he stand up in front of the prisoner like this.
But I didn't expect that the next thing went very smoothly. Stark even asked him if he needed to send him and Mr. Fergus back to prison, making Zhang Dianyu wonder if there was really something wrong with their brains.
But since that's the case, he doesn't need to exchange it back.
The feeling of a slight chill on the top of the head is actually not very good.
"In addition, Mr. Warden," Stark said suddenly, turning his head again, "I should have asked your permission-but you were unconscious at the time, so I took it on my own initiative. Bring him back for treatment."
He looked at Zhang Dianyu: "Hannibal Lecter was in the confinement room next to the clown at the time, and he seemed to have been affected a little bit. When we arrived, he was dying. And the treatment needles in the prison had been used up, so we had to Bring him back for treatment."
Zhang Dianyu looked in shock at the manacled ogre who was led to the door and smiled at him.
Although it's not far from Stark to the prison, it takes more than ten minutes to walk - but thinking about it with shoes, I also know that it is impossible for Lecter not to cause trouble during this short distance!
"So," said Stark, "I think I should take you and Mr. Fergus home anyway, shouldn't I?"
Zhang Dianyu: "..."
He couldn't accept that.
But Stark usually wanders around the prison, which is nothing.
"Injecting you with anesthesia is really helpless, Mr. Warden." Strange's voice suddenly came from behind Zhang Dianyu, "I hope you can understand."
Zhang Dianyu fell into deep thought.
No wonder the warden just hung up the phone and lay down obediently on the bed of the detection instrument. It turned out that Strange still has this hand.
"Do you remember what happened just now?" Strange asked, "but don't worry, your mental state is very healthy. Besides, it was Mr. Stark who waited for me at the prison gate to go to work and told me that you might need some help , I will appear here."
Zhang Dianyu could only nod his head pretending to be deep, and didn't answer any questions, and didn't mention that Strange didn't have three hundred taels of silver here.
There was a chuckle from the door.
Lecter smiled. "The blue tie suits you very well, Mr. Warden."
Zhang Dianyu glanced at him slowly and smiled slightly.
Stop talking nonsense, and continue to stay in confinement when you go back.
"Is breakfast to your liking?" Lecter suddenly asked slowly.
Zhang Dianyu: "..."
Perhaps his sudden froze expression proved his mood at the moment, and Lecter's face showed a little joy: "Don't worry, Mr. Warden, I can't find my favorite food in Iron Man's kitchen. Ingredients."
With a cold face, Zhang Dianyu put on the suit jacket that Stark asked his assistant to send over—unexpectedly, it was a rather serious brown-gray suit, not the product of Iron Man's flashy aesthetics, and it was even similar to the pile of suits in his closet. A bit like.
He glanced at the ogre standing at the door, then nodded to Stark: "Then I will trouble you, Mr. Stark."
But what Zhang Dianyu didn't expect was that, for such a short distance, Stark flew a helicopter to send them to the opposite side of the prison.
"Wow," Stark said, looking at the sparse woods at the foot of the helicopter, "Mr. Warden, I just found out that you bought the... land opposite?"
Zhang Dianyu bets he wanted to say "garbage dump" first.
After all, even now, the entrance and exit of the land opposite is still used as a garbage dump. The black garbage bags are hidden in the middle of the new saplings, revealing a smell of vitality.
But "just found out" is obviously bullshit, Stark just wants to know what he's planning to do on the other side.
Zhang Dianyu looked at the middle of a large piece of wasteland planted with sparse saplings, where there was a small square house just built by the engineering team yesterday—that is, the correctional center for secret mutants and juvenile offenders.
He leaned back on the seat without changing his expression, and raised his voice slightly amidst the roar of the helicopter: "Yes, that is a new forest and a warehouse for storing wood."
Stark looked over, and Zhang Dianyu smiled slightly: "Planting trees is always a good thing, not to mention that wood is also very useful."
"Of course." Stark replied dryly, obviously not convinced.
I don't know why, since he "woke up" just now, he always felt that Stark looked at him strangely, as if he would transform at any time.
The helicopter descended to the ground outside the prison, with Stark going down first, followed by Lecter in chains.
At the same time, guards in the prison had already come over to respond, and took the ogre, who hadn't even had time to make a speech, into the prison.
But Zhang Dianyu who got off the plane fell into silence.
Just as the helicopter flew over the prison and approached the wall, he found his game panel began to flicker. This made him feel long-lost nostalgia—although in fact it was only a short period of less than a day.
He opened the game panel, and before he had time to check the damage to the buildings on the map, he was shocked by the total assets above and fell silent.
Stark accompanied him back to the office, and the guards were in a hurry along the way, stopping to salute when they passed by, but no one noticed anything unusual, and no one knew that their warden almost died.
Zhang Dianyu walked into the lobby of the warden's office, saw the missing door frame, and couldn't help smiling slightly.
Stark next to him caught a glimpse of this scene, couldn't help showing doubts, and quickly put it away.
Banner was sitting in Zhang Dianyu's usual position, pulling out his hair in front of a stack of documents. He raised his head after hearing footsteps, and when he saw Zhang Dianyu, his face changed again and again, with a hint of sadness in his joy.
"Mr. Warden, why...you came back so soon?" He glanced at Stark who was following behind, stood up and walked around from behind the desk, his eyes looked at Zhang Dianyu from head to toe, and then asked suspiciously Glancing at Mr. Fergus, who was silent beside him, "Is this the former warden Mr. Fergus that Mr. Stark said?"
Mr. Fergus looked indifferent, and seemed to have no intention of answering.
Stark answered for him: "Yes, he is Mr. Fergus, the former warden, and Mr. Warden's teacher."
Zhang Dianyu suddenly said: "Mr. Stark specially invited the teacher here. I am very grateful."
Stark was on the verge of replying "I'm not I'm not alone", but he chose to force a hard smile.
"My name is Bruce Banner, and I am... a prisoner, number 501001." Banner said with a wry smile, "Hello, Mr. Fergus."
However, Mr. Fergus didn't mean to say hello, but just looked at him coldly.
Banner had no choice but to retract his outstretched hand.
Zhang Dianyu is not in the mood to talk nonsense to them now, he just wants to drive everyone out, and then study how to reverse the fiscal deficit.
However, Stark offered to leave before he could speak, and he nodded accordingly: "I still have something to discuss with Mr. Fergus, so I won't send it off."
Banner: "I can send Mr. Stark away."
After the two walked out of the scope of the warden's office, Banner couldn't help asking: "Tony, I don't think Mr. Warden should come back so soon."
Stark patted him on the shoulder reassuringly: "Don't worry, he has nothing to do with that prisoner, Seke Stone, and will not be affected."
Banner's face was filled with disbelief.