Rebuilding Base is Under Construction

Zhang Dianyu stood up suddenly, his face dignified.

He quickly pushed away the sofa chair and strode out of the office. He remembered that the routine process of a search in prison might expose Peter's identity.

When he reached the gate of the prison, Spider-Man had not yet been taken away by the guards. He looked left and right in confusion, as if looking for answers.

"He-Spider-Man?" Zhang Dianyu almost blurted out the boy's name and walked angrily in front of him, "What's going on?"

"Mr. Warden!" Spider-Man had seen him long ago, and even raised his hand to wave, and said with some excitement.

Zhang Dianyu frowned at him.

Spider-Man suddenly realized that he scratched the cobweb hood and made a vague statement: "I mean ... must you be Mr. Warden?"

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

"Come with me." He threw a sentence, turned around and walked to the prison gate, then stopped.

The guard opened the door without haste.

Zhang Dianyu and Spiderman waited patiently, during which the boy's puzzled eyes changed several times-from the outside point of view, the eyes on Spiderman's hood kept changing in size and seemed to be thinking.

When he finally entered the office, he seemed to understand that Mr. Warden's cold attitude should be angry with him.

Spider-Man was suddenly at a loss as a child who did something wrong.

He looked around and found that the clothes on the wall were hanging a little crookedly, covered up and hung up again, and then found a small hole in the wall under the guard in his hand.

Spider-Man: "..."

He could only hang his clothes back again.

"Why are you here?" Mr. Warden sat down and asked slowly, "Do you know what almost happened? If you walk into the prison, you will lose the ability to resist the guard; if you continue to walk into that entrance You will be taken off the Spider-Man headgear in the prison inspection room. "

Spiderman's hand slowly hung down.

"I don't know, sir. I was told that the Damage Control Board no longer pays for the damage caused when pursuing criminals. If I leave now, Mr. Stark may be held accountable—"

"Then let him be held accountable. Anyway, he can afford it, and he is in prison now."

Spider-Man ’s white round eyes widened: "What? Mr. Stark is here--is he here as usual ...?"

Zhang Dianyu shrugged: "No, just like you."

Spider-Man glanced at the light blue prison uniform beside him. This was sent by a guard before he followed Mr. Warden to the office. It was for this reason that he understood why Mr. Warden felt angry.

He felt a little scared.

Zhang Dianyu said, "So what the **** are you doing?"

"Dr. Octopus suddenly appeared in Midtown, so I had to ..." He thought for a moment, and said, "--Do your best?"

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

Peter scratched the Spider-Man's hood: "There may be a few blocks, and it looks a bit confusing ... I mean, they may not exist anymore."

"..." Zhang Dianyu sighed and looked at Peter, "So why was Dr. Octopus not caught?"

"Because I didn't catch him." Peter said a little embarrassedly.

The air gradually filled with an awkward atmosphere until it was interrupted by the suddenly opened door.

"Peter ?!" The brown-haired man in the light blue prison uniform at the door was shocked, as if he was punched in the face.

After listening to Spider-Man again embarrassingly recounting the reasons for being sent in, Stark became anxious.

"I'm sorry ..." Spiderman whispered.

"It's not your fault!" Stark said aloud. "How dare they do it-who gave them the power? Oh yes, I was about to ask this sentence to the noses of the old guy . "

He suddenly extended his right hand in the direction outside the window.

Zhang Dianyu frowned slightly.

More than ten seconds later, with the roar of the air breaking, the pieces of the armor flew from the window into the office one after another, covering Stark's body one by one-through the big hole.

The clothes blocking it suddenly became tattered, covered with holes with burning marks.

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

He now understands why Stark was left here.

But before he could speak, Stark hurriedly left a "sorry" and flew through the hole.

Spiderman was dumbfounded.

It was just outside the end of the breakfast. The prisoners coming out of the cafeteria were disturbed by the sound of this side and stopped, looking at the suddenly collapsed wall here in fright.

There was a calm warden mr.

But the prisoners did not pay attention to this, and some of them excitedly stabbed the person next to them: "I won, within 10 days."

The other prisoner pulled out a few notes and threw them into his hands.

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

Isn't gambling prohibited in prison? They dare to bet on how long Stark can stay without jailbreaking.

Zhang Dianyu looked awkward and frowned and called several guards to let them confiscate the prisoners' bets, that is, the banknotes they brought in illegally.

Only credit cards verified by prison guards can be used here.

Zhang Dianyu listened to the sound of gold coins flowing in his ears and sighed slowly. Although he didn't know what happened, it didn't look that simple.

Stark left this time, I am afraid to cause a big mess, he has such a hunch.

Spider-Man felt a little frightened by what happened suddenly, and looked at Zhang Dianyu at a loss.

"Mr. Warden ..." These are all because of him?

Zhang Dianyu stared at Spider-Man when he heard his voice, and when he saw his face, he slightly showed a gentle look.

"Someone lives in your room now. You live in a morgue."

Spiderman ’s white round eyes changed, and his heart felt a little complicated. Unexpectedly, he also had a day in the morgue. I thought of the humble dormitory I used to have only a bed, a wall lamp, and a small round stool.

There seems to be nothing bad about the morgue.

But what do you think is weird-after all, it is a morgue?

The prisoners outside were dispersed by the guards. To be precise, after the guards confiscated the prohibited items, they automatically dispersed. Even Pavlov's dog, after so many times, should understand that no matter what happens in the warden's office, don't gather outside to watch.

There is no way to cover this wall with one or two clothes, but it seems no different. Zhang Dianyu thought for a while, since Lechter said that a window is very important to people's psychological state, wouldn't it be better to directly lack a wall?

The sun spun unscrupulously on the floor of the office, and gray walls and gravel were scattered all over the floor.

Zhang Dianyu leaned on the sofa chair with his elbows on the armrests, looking at the warden's clipboard in front of him.

After he returned, the first time he had found the file page of Syxton, the title bar above had indeed been erased.

It also means that the content on this paper is changing with the change of Syxton.

He raised his eyebrows and saw the presence of Lectert and Warren guards in the distance. He casually said to the clipboard spread out on his desk: "Hi."

Starting to learn mind reading from his to-do list, some things are gradually surfaced.

"Someone is coming." Zhang Dianyu began to say to herself, "You can show up now, or throw me in the trash after a few minutes."

He paused and continued: "But you will still be in my drawer tomorrow morning, which is strange, so-anyway, you have nothing to hide?"

"I didn't want to show up." Someone said behind him, "It's just that my current image is a bit imperfect."

This sound sounds strange because it looks like a child's voice.

Zhang Dianyu turned the sofa chair behind him-and found that he didn't need to doubt his hearing, because there was indeed a boy standing in front of him, his face was serious, and he looked only seven or eight years old.

He looked at the boy for a while and said nothing.

The boy spoke first.

"I'm your creator, Mr. Sample, you can call me--" The boy lifted his chin slightly, and spit out the following words with some arrogance, "Father."

Zhang Dianyu felt that he should still doubt his hearing.