Lecter in the middle of the room was thoughtful: "As far as I know, Mr. Warden still keeps his promise, and he will wait for his meal in the office during three meals a day."
Stark was surprised: "What? I thought I asked you to cook for the warden that morning, and he has left a bad shadow on him..." He paused, remembering that the warden might not have a head, he couldn't help rubbing his head. Rub your own hair.
But Strange and the others think that the warden may also be guided correctly—who is the AI expert? Stark thought a little annoyed.
"So," Stark glanced at the dinner plate, "You used this to drive the warden away?" He curled his lips, "This is quite a feat—he is the master here."
Lecter smiled slightly, not intending to respond to Stark's nonsense.
Stark sighed. He guessed that the last conversation about the vacation location was so abrupt that the warden decided to miss the appointment.
Hell, he's still Mr. Warden's creditor—not only did he humble himself as a driver, but now he's looking for someone.
He walked out of the office and contacted his artificial intelligence butler out of the hearing range of the prisoners and guards in the room: "Help me locate the warden from the satellite map."
"I can't, sir, I think Mr. Warden has an anti-tracking device," the AI replied, "Then why don't you try going directly to the funeral?"
Stark: "…Thanks, I know."
However, the warden was able to block the signal of his AI, which was beyond his expectation.
Not to mention state-of-the-art technology, the entire prison is not even equipped with electronically controlled doors—can the warden wear anti-tracking devices
Stark sighed, walked out of the prison and got into the car he drove over, and located the funeral location on the pop-up virtual light screen map.
"Autopilot, dear." He said to the AI steward, "I'll find an excuse to ask the warden to take me with me when I meet him later, so that I can fully participate in his vacation."
"Okay, sir," his bot replied, "—but this is really freaking."
Stark: "..."
He should have formatted this electronic head long ago.
But the bad day didn't end there. As he drove onto the highway, the familiar siren sounded behind him, and the state trooper's patrol car motioned him to pull over.
"Sir," a policeman stepped out and said through the window of his lowered car, "please show your driver's license—did you know it's against the law to fall asleep while on autopilot?"
"I'm not sleeping, I'm... thinking." Stark took out his driver's license and handed it to the state police, "And I'm Tony Stark, sir—the satellite I built is still orbiting the earth, and my car is He can take care of himself."
"Then you'd better try to drive in space, because that's not my job." The state trooper said, issuing a driving ticket. "Thank you."
Stark: "..."
After going through all kinds of twists and turns, Stark finally arrived at the mourning hall of the funeral home before the funeral. He quickly found Mr. Warden among the sparse crowd, and there was another person beside him, Mr. Fergus, who was wearing a brown-gray windbreaker and had no expression on his face.
The mourning hall for this prisoner is very simple, and it is a routine process under the government subsidy. But there were no relatives in Sikestone's file, and Stark frowned—he saw many people in the small mourning hall, all waiting for the memorial service to start.
This incident also shocked Zhang Dianyu.
In fact, he even saw a few familiar faces among the crowd who came to the memorial service—aren't they all fucking residents of Untitled Town
There are people in every household who committed crimes and went to jail. Apart from visiting the prison, they just send off the prisoners who have been shot. The life of the residents in the small town is also quite colorful
Zhang Dianyu: "..."
Mr. Fergus can fit into this atmosphere very well. Holding a teacup brought by the staff in his hand, he sat quietly on the first row of chairs in front of the coffin.
Others scattered in the mourning hall, occasionally walking aimlessly a few times, as if the door of the mortuary next door was unlocked, and a group of corpses ran out.
Zhang Dianyu was in a complicated mood.
He glanced at Mr. Fergus next to him, and after confirming that he would sit and wait instead of running around, he quietly walked out of the mourning hall.
He didn't realize that there was an extra tail behind him.
There was a small fast food restaurant in front of the funeral parlor, so he went in and sat down. The waiter glanced at this side, just pulled out the menu, and before he had time to approach, he was stopped by a person: "Please wait a moment, we need to say a few words."
The waiter rolled his eyes, dropped the menu and left. Zhang Dianyu slightly raised his eyes to look at the visitor: "...Can't I have a cup of coffee to wake up first?"
"I'm not sure," Stark said ambiguously, "maybe you think you need it, but you don't?"
What coffee does the AI brain drink
Zhang Dianyu: "?"
"Why did you come out?" Stark sat down across from him.
"..." Zhang Dianyu: "As I said, have a cup of coffee."
"Mr. Fergus...don't mind if you do this?" Stark smiled.
Zhang Dianyu was a little confused. In their view, Fergus is already a brutal ruler who refuses to drink a cup of coffee? Of course, he actually felt that the atmosphere in the mourning hall was a bit depressing—not because of the corpses inside, but because of the residents of Untitled Town who attended the funeral.
Zhang Dianyu picked up the menu, frowned and looked at it for a long time, but his mind was thinking about other issues.
Stark peeked out. "Chicken sandwich—does it hurt you?"
Zhang Dianyu: "..."
"I'm thinking about you... and Fury, and Batman." Zhang Dianyu put down the menu and said, "I'm thinking about how you are different from other people in this world."
Stark thought for a moment, then shrugged: "Almost, funerals always cause people to think-I mean, all life...that is, cats, dogs, and the like, should also... think about the living significance?"
"?" Zhang Dianyu slowly typed out a question mark, but considering that the rich man opposite was still his creditor, he didn't ask "Are you sick?"
Stark: "..."
He picks up the menu and glances at it: "If a chicken sandwich makes you miserable—I recommend the cheeseburger."
Zhang Dianyu nodded indifferently.
Stark called the waiter, quickly ordered two breakfasts, and then looked at the person opposite. Mr. Warden leaned on the back of the seat in the fast food restaurant, turned his face and looked out the window.
Sikestone's memorial service was scheduled for ten o'clock in the morning, but it was only after nine o'clock now, and the sky was as gloomy as evening.
"It's bad weather." Stark also glanced outside. "It's going to rain soon—another good day for a funeral."
Zhang Dianyu turned his head slowly and looked at Stark again. He felt that the other party's reaction today was very wrong.
Maybe it's too far from the prison, so Stark, like the magical residents of Untitled Town, has gone bad
But he was a little disappointed. He even began to think that this was the real world, but as far as he saw—there are not many people who seem to have brains like Stark and Wayne, and only a very few people will act like prisoners in B area. close to real responses.
Most people, including funeral home workers and delivery drivers outside fast food restaurants, look no different than prison guards.
There is always a dull expression on his face, doing his work mechanically.
Unlike what Banner said, this place is neither a fog nor the real world.
Zhang Dianyu sighed slightly, and looked back at Stark—even for Stark, speaking outside the prison began to become illogical. Maybe that's why they were programmed to live not far from the prison
While he was looking at Stark, the other party also made a embarrassed expression at the cheeseburger served by the waiter.
Zhang Dianyu felt sorry for Stark who started dropping frames, took ketchup from the side and put it in front of him, and even smiled.
"Oh." Stark raised his head when he heard the sound of the ketchup bottle touching the table, looked at Zhang Dianyu's smile for a moment, and couldn't help but muttered: "...It turned out to be ketchup, I thought you were going to suddenly Take out your knife and stab me."
Zhang Dianyu: "?"
He decided to leave Stark alone.
After a simple breakfast, the two left the fast food restaurant together and returned to the mourning hall.
The memorial service soon began, with residents of Untitled lining up on stage, relentlessly recounting the non-existent neighborhood friendship with Sekestone.
Zhang Dianyu was not prepared, nor was he planning to go up and give a speech to his character.
But when the memorial service reached the final stage, when he went up to kiss the corpse's cheek to say goodbye, he was shocked by the sudden prompt.
[The character is in an unselectable state, do you want to transfer the character title?]
Zhang Dianyu stopped while supporting the coffin.
Although he hasn't figured out what the situation is, he instinctively wants to refuse - he can no longer understand how crooked Sike Stone's skill tree is.
Is he going to become some kind of "toilet king" and "explosive egg expert" in the future
Zhang Dianyu restrained himself and glanced at Saike Stone, lost in thought.
The residents of Untitled Town in the back lined up quietly, and no one urged them.
On the other side of him, Mr. Fergus was still sitting on the chair in the first row, watching him quietly.
Zhang Dianyu's throat moved slightly.
Maybe this "toilet king" and "egg-popping expert" can be Mr. Fergus