In theory, Mr. Foggs did not know Sexton well—in fact, he had never met him. So Zhang Dianyu didn't give him any new instructions, and Mr. Fergus just sat in the first row of chairs and waited.
His face without any emotion is quite incongruous in the solemn and solemn memorial service.
On the other hand, the same goes for the rest of Untitled's residents—but it's not so good when there are countless of them wandering the mourning hall together.
Zhang Dianyu definitely heard that someone secretly stopped the staff and asked them if there was any strange movement in the morgue.
But the bad thing is that the staff here are pretty much the same.
Zhang Dianyu pondered for a moment.
There are two kinds of people in this world, one is the pixel villain, and the other who knows what it is, often plays cards unreasonably, and likes to make trouble in the prison.
I'm talking about those Block B prisoners. They are not like the prisoners in Area A. They only dig tunnels to escape from the prison, and the riots are simple and rude. How can there be riots like the prisoners in Area B who fail to dig tunnels
But he has seen the residents of Untitled Town, and it is simply the origin of pixel villains. Zhang Dianyu even wondered whether these prisoners' families and external employees could produce real little pixel people—and whether they could grow faster to supplement the prison's security forces
He suddenly understood the role of Mr. Fergus—maybe he should switch back to this role and return to Untitled to open a marriage agency.
But Zhang Dianyu didn't dare to let Mr. Fergus leave alone at will, or switch to Mr. Fergus to leave. Because he carried too many "secrets" on his body, he might be stopped and taken away for interrogation before he had gone far—this is not a big problem. But if he can't find an excuse to go back to prison, Zhang Dianyu won't be able to switch back to his main interface.
Unless he seeks death.
Zhang Dianyu thought about it, and decided to forget it. He's had three near-death experiences already, and it's not addictive, it's even painful.
But now that so many people are staring at him, it's not convenient for him to switch roles. Is Fergus going to come forward and kiss Sexton, who has never met before? This seems to hide some conspiracy.
Zhang Dianyu pondered for a moment, and decided to find a way to get rid of Stark at night, and took a shovel to dig out Sexton secretly.
Also bring Mr. Fergus to transfer his title.
After making up his mind, Zhang Dianyu raised his body slightly and stared at the brown-haired prisoner lying in the coffin. Sexton's body showed no sign of decay, nor did it produce any peculiar smell. He remained in the same state as when he died. The blood scabs on the corpse had been cleaned and he was put on a cheap suit.
Zhang Dianyu looked at him for a while, turned around and walked down the steps, whispered an instruction in Fergus' ear, and then, in Mr. Fergus's unemotional response, he helped the fat, bald prison prisoner The chief stood up.
He walked to the door and found Stark standing in the corner of the door, silently looking at the coffin in the middle of the mourning hall.
Zhang Dianyu glanced at him, then continued to walk out.
"Sir, sir!" Stark's artificial intelligence called in his ear, bringing him back to his senses.
"Mr. Warden is ready to leave—is your plan to intervene in his rare leisurely vacation going forward?"
Stark paused: "I don't think you should add so many modifiers, buddy, it sounds like you're blaming your boss."
"Of course not, sir." The AI replied mildly.
Stark cast a final glance at the coffin in the middle of the mourning hall, took a deep breath, and chased outside. The back of Mr. Warden had almost disappeared at the door, and Mr. Fergus walked side by side with him.
"Hey," Stark chased up and asked, "Mr. Warden, are you going to sneak away while I'm in a daze?"
Zhang Dianyu turned his head and glanced at him: "Mr. Stark, Sexton's funeral is not over yet—the funeral home will have a car to take us to his burial place later."
This is the focus of his trip!
He is still not quite sure what triggers the title transfer. Is it to bury this character and delete it completely? Or because he... kissed the corpse
He sincerely hoped it wasn't the latter.
Stark beside him was suddenly silent again. Zhang Dianyu guessed that he was disconnected again, and carefully examined his expression, with a trace of curiosity on his face.
Stark: "..."
He felt the warden's scorching gaze cast on his face, and couldn't help but want to avoid it—now, he began to doubt whether the dead young prisoner was human or inhuman, after all, no one confirmed it at the beginning past this question.
What's more, even if he is not human, they are now fighting for the warden—maybe Sexton and the warden are just Fergus's property, but this does not mean that the deep feelings between them are also false.
As a person who would deliberately salvage the first artificial mental retardation he created in college from the ruins, Stark felt that his judgment was too hasty.
At the same time, he wondered whether Strange's psychological attainments had improved a bit—he seemed to be controlling his thoughts
After all, there is also an ogre who is used to doing this in this prison, as well as the clown who was the source of spiritual pollution in Gotham before.
Zhang Dianyu looked at Stark who was offline, and felt that he should not have to worry about him always following him.
A billionaire who haunts him every day without any money or cooperation projects really makes his heart ache.
Since there is no mission, can you stop asking Stark to follow him all the time. Zhang Dianyu thought sullenly.
Maybe it was due to the weather, the air outside was thick and oppressive, not much better than the weird mourning hall.
Zhang Dianyu didn't know why the weather was so suffocating—but he knew that Westerners seemed to prefer cloudy days for funerals.
Maybe the game system specially adjusted the weather for him on the day of the funeral, and he really thanked it.
The memorial service lasted an hour, after which the funeral home loaded Sexton's coffin into the car, and the others gradually dispersed. Families can go to the cemetery with the staff, but it is only Sexton's neighbors who come to the funeral.
That is to say, the simple and honest residents of Untitled Town.
Zhang Dianyu expressed to the staff that he wanted to watch Sexton's burial with his own eyes - but the staff of the funeral home obviously would not say anything.
He glanced at Stark outside the car, and the other party seemed to have no intention of following up.
Zhang Dianyu was surprised—did the game system finally sense his complaint
"So," Stark leaned his elbows out of the car window, "do you have any arrangements for Mr. Warden's vacation?"
Zhang Dianyu didn't hear his words at all, and rolled up the window with a smile.
Stark: "?"
"Sir, you should squeeze into the hearse and ask the warden about his next itinerary." His artificial intelligence butler suddenly appeared and pointed out, "You are about to miss the last chance, and we may not be able to find you in the next few days." to him."
"I don't know why," Stark mused, "I always feel like you're mocking me."
"Thank you, sir," the AI replied.
Stark: "..."
That being said, he at least knew where the Warden would be for the next few hours—not too late when he was ready to leave the cemetery.
Besides, although Strange thought he should find a way to win over the warden—but Fergus was always by his side.
Stark knew that this matter might not be so easy, Mr. Warden's dynamics have been firmly controlled by Fergus.
The hearse started slowly, Zhang Dianyu glanced at Mr. Fergus next to him, frowned slightly, and thought of a question.
The on-hook warden is terribly persistent, and once he switches roles, he walks towards the prison like a zombie that smells of brains, without even needing to navigate.
Zhang Dianyu himself had to study the map for a long time before he could find the place he wanted to go. He was even a little envious of the automatic wayfinding of the warden who hung up the phone.
But after switching to Mr. Fergus, after he finished researching how to transfer the title, the warden could walk to the road on foot.
Obviously, he had to find a way to stop the warden who hung up the phone from running around.
Sikestone's burial was a much quieter one than his memorial service—if that's anything to do with a group of deadpan neighbors taking to the stage to reminisce about the past.
The employees of the funeral home worked very quickly. Under Zhang Dianyu's watchful eye, the coffin quickly became a flat tomb. Simply add "a hero is buried here".
Then the staff in charge of the burial asked Zhang Dianyu expressionlessly if he wanted to go back to the funeral home together, and after getting a refusal answer, only Zhang Dianyu was left in the cemetery.
To be honest, the environment here is not bad. Although there are clusters of tombstones, the green lawn continues far away, and the middle of the road is full of lush trees.
Zhang Dianyu opened the phone map, marked the location on it, and found the nearest convenience store.
Although Sexstone is himself, digging graves during the day is not suitable, not to mention that he still has some equipment to buy.
The convenience store is in the gas station next to the road, and he can also eat something at the fast food restaurant to rest and wait for the night to fall.
He walked into the convenience store, walked between the rows of shelves, found a shovel in the corner, and found a bundle of rope by the way.
When he went to pay, the clerk who was lazily leaning on the cashier and playing with his mobile phone saw the two things he had put on the table. After a moment of silence, he asked cautiously, "That's all?"
Zhang Dianyu slowly made a question mark. He always felt that the clerk had something to say, but he nodded anyway.
The clerk gave him a deep look, and quickly paid for him without saying anything.
Zhang Dianyu felt that the shovel was not very convenient to carry, so he asked, "Can I store this here for a while, and then pick it up at night?"
The clerk looked at him even more strangely, but he quickly agreed.
Zhang Dianyu sat in the fast food restaurant next door until the evening, while entertainment news and advertisements were played repeatedly on the TV, which was boring.
At last it was evening.
Zhang Dianyu went to the convenience store next door to pick up the shovel he bought, and left under the meaningful eyes of the clerk.
By the time he walked back to the cemetery, the sun had just set.
Taking advantage of the dim afterglow of the setting sun, he confirmed the name on the tombstone, knelt down and wiped the fresh grass next to him.
There is even a trace of moisture, so there is nothing wrong with it.
Zhang Dianyu straightened up, thinking that he didn't need to stand up anymore, and would lie down later anyway.
He dug into his pocket, found the rope he had just bought and threw it on the ground. Then he looked up at the motionless figure standing aside, cleared his throat, and said in a low voice, "Mr. Fergus?"
A character switching panel unfolded in front of him.
Zhang Dianyu glanced at Mr. Fergus, and waved to him lightly. The old warden moved a little closer, expressionless, almost bumping into him.
In the next second, the angle of view switched, and Zhang Dianyu saw that the warden who was on-hook in front of him was trying to stand up on the ground without the slightest hesitation.
He immediately picked up the rope on the ground and tied the hands and feet of the warden who hung up the phone without hesitation.
As a result, the hang-up warden was still wriggling slowly like a caterpillar.
Zhang Dianyu thought for a moment in embarrassment, and could only tie him to the tombstone next to him.
The last rays of the setting sun were swallowed by the dark blue sky, and night fell.