Unlike others, although Stark has already discovered that Mr. Warden may be a fake human being, he has also seen creations that are indistinguishable from human beings.
His own creations, his AI stewards.
Mr. Warden actually bears a subtle resemblance to it. It's funny, and reminds him of when his AI was first created.
He even kept the first artificial retard he created in college, knocking things over and causing trouble every day in his garage workshop.
But even when it sank, he got it back.
I don't know why, but Tony Stark always has an inexplicable tolerance and closeness to these electronic heads.
Maybe it's because they've been with him for most of his life banging away in the garage.
Listening to the silence coming from the handset, Stark rubbed his brows helplessly.
"I see, Mr. Warden."
He didn't understand why Mr. Foggs asked the Warden to leave, but the Warden must have been very lost about the outside world—but he knew what would make the Warden change his mind and reconsider his suggestion.
In the warden's office, Zhang Dianyu hung up the phone.
Although he doesn't know where he's going yet, he doesn't like being stared at. Just like now—the rim of the bowl of veal stew was still warm, and the Warren guards suddenly knocked on the door of the warden's office to fetch the used cutlery.
Zhang Dianyu stared at him with an uneasy expression: "Guard Warren, your mission is to keep an eye on Hannibal Lecter and report all his movements."
"Yes, sir, he's standing in the hall." Warren replied with a salute, "but he thinks you don't want him in."
Zhang Dianyu looked even more unhappy.
He always felt that this ogre was provoking him everywhere, and it seemed that the confinement room was suitable for him.
Zhang Dianyu glanced at the game panel. On the map, Lecter and Varun were walking side by side on the gravel road—or rather, Lecter was walking, and Varun followed Zhang Dianyu's instructions beside the ogre.
From the map, there is no communication between the two people, because there are no bubbles coming out of their heads.
Zhang Dianyu looked at it for a while, and decided to put another light bulb between the two of them. He randomly selected a resting guard in the waiting room, which happened to be the Hall guard who was taken away by Strange.
A few minutes later, Hall guard knocked on the office door and came in to report.
"Mr. Warden, are you looking for me?"
"I need to assign you a task, together with Varen, to be responsible for watching Hannibal Lecter's actions in the prison, for any situation—including his daily whereabouts, what he ate, what he saw, what people said Whatever you say, you need to report to me, understand?"
"Yes, sir." Hall guard took the order.
Zhang Dianyu felt a little relieved. For some reason, he always felt that a pixel villain like Varen who showed his own will would be easily abducted.
But it has to be said that he was very curious about why Varen became like this, so he arranged for him to guard Lecter.
Zhang Dianyu fell into deep thought.
He began to think about a problem-if every dangerous prisoner had to send several guards to watch it day and night, then his staff salary expenditure would increase with the arrival of the transferred prisoners.
In other words, the only way is to put them in permanent confinement directly after they go to prison
But the sound of sirens from the map seems to disprove his thinking, as the Red Skull seems to be even more angry.
Red makes people grumpy, maybe dyeing him would do the trick - look how happy the clown is every day.
Just as he was thinking wildly, there was a sudden addition of a task to the to-do list in the upper left corner—this was very strange, as if the game board could guess his thoughts.
But obviously impossible.
Zhang Dianyu shook his head, expelling this thought from his mind.
The new task is to improve the prison rating - this is the overall score of the prison, including all angles. Including whether prisoners have been punished accordingly and received reformation education programs, as well as their recidivism rate after they are released from prison and the number of deaths during their sentences.
This can be said to be the most difficult task that has ever appeared on the game panel.
And it popped up all of a sudden, without any warning.
The prison rating has a total of 11 points from 0 to 10, and the current prison rating is a pitiful 1 point.
Zhang Dianyu felt aggrieved.
But what he sees a prison rating can bring is an increase in the subsidy limit - which is currently up by single digits compared to zero points. That is to say, the previous subsidy limit was 50,000 US dollars, but now it has been raised to 500,000 US dollars.
And he finally understands why the secret mutant juvenile offender correctional center built next door has no way to hire staff - this option can only be opened after the prison rating reaches 2 points, and there is a "staff recruitment" quest to complete.
And the higher prison rating has only one score, and there is no explanation about the rating.
Zhang Dianyu hopes that each increase in the rating will bring a single-digit increase in the subsidy limit—but thinking about it, I know that is unlikely. Otherwise, when the prison rating reaches more than 8 points, it is impossible for Iron Man and Batman to reach the upper limit of subsidies, and then the meaning of raising the limit will be lost.
Therefore, if he can't improve the prison rating, then no matter how many subsidy tasks he receives, he can only slowly fill in the loophole of loss.
He still owes Stark a liquidated damages.
Fortunately, Stark Industries gave a relatively loose repayment period, otherwise the prison would not even be able to eat spinach now.
Improving the prison rating requires reducing the free time of prisoners and increasing the punishment they receive during their prison life - which means that his cheap labor is also reduced. Many prison labors that prisoners participate in during their free time need to hire corresponding employees to complete.
The most obvious is the cleanliness of prisons.
There have always been only two real cleaners in the prison, and they drag mops everywhere like mascots every day. But in fact, two people can't clean up a large area at all, and more cleaning work is done by prisoners.
Another example is the laundry room - if you want to complete so much work in a limited time, you need to expand the scope of the laundry room to allow more prisoners to come in and work.
After much deliberation, Zhang Dianyu still has to pin his hopes on the current subsidy and save up a start-up fund.
The decoration task of the labor order received a few days ago has been successfully completed with the participation of the construction team in cheating. This morning, the prison just received the final payment from the Fast Real Estate Economic Company.
When Zhang Dianyu lay on the bed and heard the sound of running gold coins, he even felt a long-lost tear in his eyes.
These subsidy orders are very different from the few at the beginning, and now the subsidy that can be accepted is almost too long to be drawn. But now Zhang Dianyu is only going to focus on the decoration orders from the Fast Real Estate Brokerage Company.
At least he's finally found a lucrative grant.
As expected, he found an order from this real estate brokerage company in the subsidy task.
For the next few days, Zhang Dianyu was so obsessed with sending prisoners out to do renovations that even Lecter's three daily visits to the warden's office could not frustrate him.
Although it is still a little bit hard to swallow.
In order to ensure the "cleanness" of the ingredients, Zhang Dianyu often gets up in the middle of the night to conduct a surprise roll call for the prisoners. Even the Penguin couldn't bear it anymore, and sent Oliver to deliver the news again.
When Zhang Dianyu was called to the interrogation room by the guards, he was a little reluctant. With Copperpot's height, it's not bad to sleep so much, right
In order to avoid people's eyes and ears, Coppert always asked Oliver to go to the guards in the early hours of the morning. Zhang Dianyu had no choice but to hastily put on his brown-gray suit jacket, tidy up briefly, and rushed to the interrogation room.
"Mr. Warden..." Every time Oliver saw him, he always had the fearful expression of seeing a ghost, and Zhang Dianyu was used to it.
"What's the matter?" he interrupted Oliver impatiently.
The other party shrank his head: "Mr. Coppert hopes that you can reduce the frequency of roll call a little bit—for example, he thinks that three surprise roll calls in one night is a bit too much..."
Zhang Dianyu: "..."
I don't feel at ease if I name him a few more times.
"Prisoners complained a lot because of this, and Mr. Copperpot thinks that forced suppression may have negative effects." Oliver paused and said cautiously, "He said that if you need, once a prisoner disappears, he will You will be notified immediately."
Zhang Dianyu could only reluctantly agree.
Of course, he'd better ask Batman to check whether Penguin and Ogre had a cooperative relationship before.
But these days his main task is still busy with the decoration orders from Fast Real Estate Brokerage Company.
Since the subsidy task of the Secret Mutant Juvenile Offender Correction Center took up one quota, he could only receive two decoration orders at the same time, so he hoped that the construction team could complete the task more efficiently.
But besides the construction team, he has a better choice.
After breakfast the next day, Zhang Dianyu came to the assistant's room outside the hall with a mug in his hand, drank a cup of steaming coffee as usual, and looked at Banner with a smile.
"Doctor, do you know why I come to sit with you for a while every day?"
Banner hesitated, "Because you want coffee but don't want to go to the kitchen to make it?"
Zhang Dianyu: "... This is also one of the reasons. But more importantly, I trust you."
Banner should have been flattered, but he has seven Ph.D.s anyway—which means he's not a fool, and the warden has something to say, and he's already seen it.
"Thank you, Mr. Warden," Banner said sheepishly, "then..."
"—Don't talk," Zhang Dianyu interrupted him, "Let's drink this cup of coffee in an atmosphere of trust."
Banner: "..."
A few minutes later, Mr. Warden put the mug down, and the bottom of the mug hit the table with a crisp sound.
"Doctor, you've been in prison recently, do you want to go out and relax?"
Banner was silent for a moment—does Mr. Warden remember that he was serving his sentence
"Actually, I'm a researcher, and I'm on a military base most of the time," he said slowly. "I used to not go out much except for necessities."
Zhang Dianyu: "..."