Banner shook his head, opened and closed his mouth, and finally made up his mind: "Doctor Strange, I know how suspicious you and Stark are of Mr. Warden, but I really can't be an undercover agent."
"I know," Strange replied, "I'm the undercover agent."
Banner: "..."
He paused slightly, but continued: "But I do have some doubts. I don't know why Mr. Warden treats me specially—I mean, that's Hulk."
Although not everyone knows Bruce Banner, it is true that for most people in this world who still watch the news, they will know Hulk.
After all, such a big green humanoid self-propelled tank is hard to ignore - besides, the places he passes are always like a tornado, and most of the items are smashed to pieces.
But miraculously, Mr. Warden didn't seem to think there was anything wrong with him.
As the number of transferred prisoners in the prison continued to increase, Banner gradually realized the problem-Mr. Warden did not care about these notorious super criminals, like the clown and the red skull, they were all just because of their own fame. Once in prison, he was given special treatment.
He didn't know which judgment method Mr. Warden adopted. From the perspective of the degree of danger, Hulk was the one that deserved the most attention.
"If you mean yourself, Doctor, I think Stark has another opinion of you, too," Strange said.
Banner hesitated: "... I mean Hulk."
"But you and the Hulk are the same person." Strange glanced at him, "However, I have recently done research on multiple personalities, although it is still difficult to determine whether it is real in psychology, would you like to join the research? I'll put you in the thank you list in the footnotes of the paper."
Banner: "?"
"Oh, kind of an introductory digression." Strange paused, "but don't worry about it. In fact, the Warden may—Stark thinks I'd better avoid this topic as much as possible, so let's not talk about it." Bar."
Banner: "...?"
Strange came over and patted him on the shoulder: "But I suggest you better stop paying attention to the warden's personal life, it will disappoint you."
Banner is very confused: "... But I didn't come to you to talk about the private life of the Warden, Doctor Strange. I mean, I think Mr. Warden's handling of Red Skull and Magneto may be... Backlash?" "Oh," said Strange, "of course."
"I can understand your vigilance, after all, this is a very magical prison." Banner didn't know what Strange's response meant, but continued, "Anyone here will lose his special ability— This is indeed extraordinary." He paused, "I'm a scientist, so when you asked to cooperate, I said yes. I have to admit, I'm really curious—and I want to prove that it's true , can make me feel at ease.”
"So you're worried about the safety of the warden?" Strange asked suddenly.
"Oh, that's kind of..." Banner thought about his words, and then he said, "—Yeah. I mean, maybe it shouldn't be so direct, but I think they could be as dangerous as clowns—but clowns are a A proverbial lunatic, so he cares less about how he's being treated and more about whether he's having fun here."
"I understand, Doctor, you don't need to do so much preparation." Strange said, "You are afraid that Red Skull and Magneto will hate the Warden because of this, and try to get revenge on him."
"But their reaction was normal," Banner said resignedly. "I mentioned it to Mr. Warden—I know what it's like to be locked up in that place for no reason, and I don't doubt they'd be outraged." .”
Strange looked at him, suddenly thinking: "I see."
"?" Banner was puzzled: "Doctor? Do you understand... what?" This sentence seems to be inconsistent with what he was saying before
Strange looked at him for a moment. "That gets to the part I shouldn't tell you, but thanks."
Banner: "?"
Strange then began to refuse to tell him the truth, and returned to the previous topic - asking him if he would like to volunteer for his research on dual personality.
So Banner had to say goodbye.
When he walked out of the psychiatrist's office, he couldn't help but glance back at the door of the psychiatrist's office. For some reason, he seemed more confused than before he came in.
Although he wasn't here for a psychological consultation, should this be a normal sign of coming out of a psychiatrist's office
While Banner was thinking, a prisoner in gray and white prison uniform ran past him quickly, holding a large pile of clothes in his hands.
Banner took a step back, out of the way a little.
Then another panting nurse ran past him, and the keys clinked around his waist.
"Stop... stop!" the nurse yelled as she ran, panting, "those uniforms ain't yours—dammit, these psychos are stealing prison uniforms every day!"
A question mark slowly appeared in Banner's mind.
He didn't come to the psychiatric ward very often - he meant when he was finally relieved of being a psychiatrist. So he is not very clear about the daily state of these mental illnesses.
But nursing in these psychiatric wards can seem like a heavy workload. After all, a prison with 16 hours of free movement a day is quite free for prisoners, but the workload of the guards will increase a lot—it is nothing more than an ordinary criminal area. These mental patients need care all the time, so nursing The manpower is not enough on a daily basis.
Banner couldn't help shaking his head.
He came to Strange during his lunch break—although the 24-hour work system here does not really have a lunch break, the assistant's work is not that busy either. And once he met the warden, it would be difficult to meet his gaze—he didn't know how to respond to the warden's request for hard labor outside the prison.
In fact, since the clown escaped from prison not long ago, Banner has become increasingly sad, and his hair is not as thick as before.
The scene that happened in the restricted area always appeared before his eyes from time to time.
No one had described to him in detail how the warden regained consciousness after being taken away, but in his opinion it could indeed be called a resurrection from the dead.
The particularity of the prison makes many people pay attention to it all the time, but the warden doesn't always seem to care much. Sometimes Banner felt like he was aware of everything, but his attitude was always unpredictable.
Could it be that the warden deliberately let Chaoying explore everything here at will
Sitting in the assistant room outside the office, Banner always felt that he must have missed some important clue.
At this moment, the bookshelf behind him suddenly opened, and a fat figure stepped out of it.
This scene is somewhat familiar, but there seems to be something wrong.
Banner watched Mr. Fergus walk into the warden's office, and was suddenly dumbfounded.