Zhang Dianyu nodded his head in agreement, and said nothing more. Before leaving, the nurse told them that they could ring the call bell on the bedside if they needed something, and then walked out of the room.
The two sat on the sofa beside them and waited for Mr. Fergus to wake up.
According to the nurse, it shouldn't be too long.
Zhang Dianyu turned on the TV and watched for a while, and found that the loud news could not wake Mr. Fergus, and turned to look at the body donation brochure beside him.
Stark watched his eyes get brighter and brighter, and felt a chill behind him.
"Mr. Warden?" He felt he had to say something, or the warden's newly developed brains would be used to secretly kill retired old people.
However, the warden read the pamphlet so engrossed that he didn't even notice Stark calling him.
Stark couldn't help but glanced at it, and found that there was nothing special on it, it was nothing more than some ordinary promotional words.
He could not help but glance at Mr. Fergus.
Zhang Dianyu looked at the brochure for a while, and couldn't help thinking about the prisoner's grave. Every prisoner and employee who dies adds one coffin to the prison's purchase quota, but...their remains are also buried in it.
This is very troublesome.
Zhang Dianyu just wanted to turn the coffin into a confinement room, but it would be too much for people to live with the corpse.
It would be much easier if the inmates had signed a consent form to donate their bodies.
Zhang Dianyu thought for a moment, and stuffed the brochure into the pocket of his coat.
Stark was dumbfounded.
He turned his head and saw Stark's expression, and was also very surprised: "Mr. Stark, don't you look in a good state of mind? Because you didn't sleep all night?"
Stark said with difficulty: "Mr. Warden doesn't seem to be in good spirits either..." Or not quite normal.
He thought for a while, and tentatively asked: "Want to go out and have breakfast together? With the armor, there shouldn't be too much time spent on the road."
Zhang Dianyu shook his head: "I am waiting here for Mr. Fergus to wake up, and then I will go back to the prison."
He went around the town where the funeral home was located before, and was very disappointed, and his interest in the outside world gradually disappeared a little.
Even if the scenes in this world are made real, so what? He prefers to send those criminals who are smashing the closed doors every day to the ground as soon as possible.
Stark grinned—he was afraid that if Mr. Fergus woke up, he would not have many opportunities in the future.
"The doctor said that Mr. Fergus still needs to recuperate. Why don't you take this opportunity to take a vacation, Mr. Warden?"
Zhang Dianyu gave him a strange look: "No, he doesn't need—back to the prison there are needles to help him recover, I think he can even leave now."
Stark: "..."
On the surface, Mr. Fergus is out of danger, but in fact, the real danger is now.
"But he is still in a coma," Zhang Dianyu paused, "Maybe I can ask you to do me a favor?"
Stark hesitated for a moment and replied: "Of course—but have you forgotten that the clown is still trapped in the coffin. The news from Batman said that someone nearby has called the police, and he shouldn't be here for long."
Having said that, Stark always feels that judging from the current situation, the news of "Batman burying the Joker alive" will hit the global headlines tomorrow.
Zhang Dianyu could only reluctantly nod his head.
To be honest, he wishes he could unblock the Joker alone, because he still needs to switch to the role of Mr. Fergus - that is, if he doesn't tie the warden aside, he may have to figure out a way later catch up.
This is outrageous.
At this moment, he noticed that Mr. Fergus's fingers exposed outside the quilt moved slightly, as if there were signs of awakening.
Zhang Dianyu stood up abruptly, walked up to Mr. Fergus, and asked tentatively, "Mr. Fergus?"
The role panel in front of him unfolded, and the role of Mr. Fergus finally became optional.
But Stark is still nearby, and let him see the strange behavior of the warden who hangs up, and the vest may not be able to keep it.
Of course not.
He saw Mr. Fergus slowly open his cloudy brown eyes, still looking at himself expressionlessly, and pretending to listen, he bent slightly and turned his ears.
Mr. Fergus said nothing.
Zhang Dianyu nodded.
He said: "I see, Mr. Stark, we can go now."
Stark: "?"
Do you have to work so hard to be a warden
Zhang Dianyu continued: "Please send Mr. Fergus to the prison later—it's been a whole night, and I need to go back to deal with the affairs of the prison. Mr. Fergus thinks he can complete the next thing alone."
Stark realizes that he finally has a chance to be alone with Fergus. This was what Fury and the others called an opportunity—but Mr. Fergus had just woken up from a bout of blood loss, so weak that he could barely walk, and he couldn't do it.
Besides, he managed to control the clown this time.
This is the first time they've learned that Mr. Fergus has supernatural powers—maybe any supernatural powers that aren't available in prison are one of his abilities
Mr. Warden was still looking at him, waiting for his reply.
Stark could only nod: "I will send Mr. Fergus back."
Zhang Dianyu also pretended to be serious and nodded in response.
In the next second, the perspective switches.
The warden's expression didn't change when he hung up the phone. He let go of Mr. Fergus' hand, turned around and walked out of the ward without arousing Stark's suspicion.
Zhang Dianyu looked up at the ceiling, feeling dizzy.
It turns out that after waking up from excessive blood loss, he feels like his body is being hollowed out, and the weakness coming from nowhere fills his whole body, but he can only pull out his hand with strength. infusion needle.
It's not as simple as it feels in the movie, he thought while covering the back of his hand and grinning.
Mr. Stark was suddenly speechless. Facing Fergus, he had to be vigilant.
But he still couldn't help pointing to the head of the bed: "Mr. Fergus, we can actually ring the bell to call the nurse over."
Zhang Dianyu: "..."
He wanted to remove the messy plumbing on his body, and finally reached for the bedside bell—it was too complicated.
After hearing his request, the nurse showed an incredulous expression, and then said that she would take the doctor's photo first.
The doctor was a bald, middle-aged man who looked like Fergus' twin brother.
"I'm not suggesting you leave now—"
After being rejected by the nurse, Zhang Dianyu managed to tear off another inexplicable tube from his body.
The doctor was startled: "Pull him out, Alice."
The nurse finally came forward.
Stark stared at all this dumbfounded, and after only the two of them were left in the ward again, he couldn't help asking: "Do you have to go back to the cemetery in such a hurry, Mr. Fergus?"
"You don't think that when Batman leaves, I will let the clown stay there alone." Zhang Dianyu said in an accusing tone, "He is very dangerous, that's why I asked Mr. Warden to push him into the coffin and bury him reason—I'm sure he'll get out of my… power."
Stark took the opportunity to ask: "Is this your superpower, Mr. Fergus? So... what about the prison?"
Zhang Dianyu really couldn't answer this question, so he could only look at Stark with a deep look.
He lifted the quilt and climbed out of the bed, almost lying on the ground the moment he stepped on the ground.
The doctor was right, he should really rest here—or go straight back to prison and get a healing shot to revive him in place.
He took out his blood-stained brown-gray windbreaker from the closet in the ward, and put it on over the hospital gown.
Because he felt that he no longer had the strength to change his clothes, he just wanted to deal with the clown quickly, and then return to the prison to make a long-term plan.
What's more, the warden who hangs up is walking mentally alone on the highway in California, with blood on his clothes. I don't know if I will be caught by the mounted police for violating traffic rules, or if I meet bad guys with bad intentions.
Zhang Dianyu thought for a while that he only carried a credit card pocket, and thought that it should not be.
"Then we can go, Mr. Stark." Zhang Dianyu felt his head getting cold again, "Thank you."
Stark nodded.
To tell the truth, Mr. Fergus looked no better than the warden in this appearance. He wore a blood-soaked and scabbed windbreaker over his hospital gown, like a perverted killer out of a B-movie.
Stark: "..."
He suddenly felt that after the reporter saw this scene, Batman might not be the only one making headlines tomorrow.
He also has to carry this blame together.
The suit of steel can adapt to anyone's body shape, completely covering the user's body-and without protruding a belly from the suit, Stark thought happily.
Thankfully, he ate donuts with that in mind when he designed the suit.
The two quickly returned to the cemetery, which was surrounded by police cars and a yellow cordon was pulled around.
A reporter tried to take pictures from outside and was stopped by the sheriff.
But no one would stop Iron Man, and the golden-red battle armor fell heavily to the ground, stepping on the wet lawn.
There are still a lot of bloodstains here, indicating that there have been unusually unimaginable events not long ago.
"Sir, Mr. Stark?" A sheriff took off his hat, looking a little bald, "We got an anonymous tip that the clown was buried in a coffin in the ground - who would do such a thing ah."
"Someone said they saw signs of Batman nearby," the reporter poked the recording pen over outside the cordon, "Mr. Police Officer, was he the one who buried the Joker? Is someone chasing him?"
The sheriff puts on his hat and looks serious, ignoring the reporter.
The golden-red battle armor in front of him suddenly opened, revealing an older man who was balder than him, wearing a brown-gray coat over his hospital uniform, and walked straight to the tombstone surrounded by police.
The sheriff's lips trembled for a while: "Mr. Stark?"
Another armor next to it opened, Stark rolled his eyes at the sky, and spread his hands: "Mr. Police Officer, may I ask if there is something wrong with you?"
Sheriff: "…"
He was silent for a moment, and continued: "We can only confirm that there is indeed a person buried there, Mr. Stark." He hesitated for a moment, "If he is really a clown..."
Obviously not that easy to deal with.
"Everything is under control." Stark said, after thinking about it, he put on his armor again.
Mr. Fergus's appearance was clearly not convincing--nor was he convincing. Now he began to feel that Mr. Fergus might not be much more normal than Mr. Warden, otherwise there would not be so many suspicions.
All in all, he should still put on his suit and make sure nothing happens.
Zhang Dianyu approached the tomb, checked his skill bar, it showed that the skill was still in use, and the target did not break free.
On his game panel, the clown is still curled up in the coffin, but it seems that he is no longer moving, and the blood bar is also red, feeling like he is about to die.
This is very strange, he must dig to see.
Maybe this is the clown's trick, trying to trick him into canceling the skill control directly and starting his counterattack—but here are so many policemen and sheriffs, and there is an Iron Man, can he really succeed
Zhang Dianyu glanced at the security officers next to him, wondering why they didn't start digging the grave, and decided to do it himself—the shovel he left was still beside him.
He picked up the shovel on the ground and inserted it heavily into the soft soil.
The ground here has been dug twice in just a dozen hours, and it is much easier now.
As soon as the shovel touched the ground, he knew what the problem was.
The sheriff just stepped on the air hole left for the clown, and stood there for an unknown amount of time, so that the clown's health began to drop continuously.
"... Let it go?" Zhang Dianyu said to the magistrate.
"No, sir, please put down the shovel!" The sheriff said incredulously, "You are destroying the scene."
Zhang Dianyu slowly made a question mark.
"But the clown isn't dead yet?"