Rebuilding Base is Under Construction

Zhang Dianyu glanced at the group of short pixelated people who were surrounded by excited bubbles on the map, and gradually understood how angry bubbles appeared.

Although they are both mutants, he thought that Magneto would really ignore these little babies as he said before and thought of ways to escape from prison overnight.

Unexpectedly, the night was really peaceful, and nothing happened.

Zhang Dianyu felt a little puzzled. He had also hoped that there would be some riot on the other side, and he would also be able to ride a ride of death.

But in any case, such a result is better.

He saw Peter on the map. The boy is hidden in a circle of mutant children and is pushing a plate of fried eggs to the shortest pixel villain on the opposite side.

The worst part is that the little thing with round head and round head turned out to be blushing-Zhang Dianyu never knew that this pixel map could still show blushing.

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

I hope Peter can keep his heart tight and make an undercover.

The time had come to 9:50, and there were still families visiting the prisoners outside the gate of the prison, and went straight to the visiting room. But there was a dark-haired woman in a light gray professional suit, and she stopped at the gate of the prison.

Zhang Dianyu opened her profile-as expected, she was the interviewer he was waiting for, which was his "second role".

The acting warden interviewer's name is Rita, and there is no surname on the map, which looks rough.

Zhang Dianyu slightly looked away and looked at the bill on the sofa. The boy seemed to be aware of it, and his face, which always had no expression, turned to him. Zhang Dianyu glared at him fiercely.

The setting of this second character is also too hasty, so give someone a surname anyway.

Zhang Dianyu glanced at Rita's attributes. Her character description is "calm and frightening", and "the fear of justice can be used to manage the reputation of the prison. Her whip rumors may be a bit exaggerated."

However, Zhang Dianyu, who can look at everything, found that it is really not an exaggeration.

Rita really has a "whip" in her belongings, as well as a notepad that every warden has in stock-most importantly, there are no prison door keys, only employee keys.

Is she going to use this to whip the prisoner? Is this a bit too weird?

Zhang Dianyu sincerely hopes that she can hide the whip so as not to cause Stark's suspicion.

If she really exposed the prop, Zhang Dianyu thought about it for a moment-maybe he could make a small deal with Lecter and let him hint that Stark's whip is also a fantasy.

In Zhang Dianyu's cranky thoughts, Rita ended the conversation with the guard, entered the prison gate, and went straight to the warden's office.

Zhang Dianyu took out her resume from the drawer and turned it over, thinking that her role in the future might be a challenge.

But he thought about it again.

Although the bill says that he should not have sex, this is obviously fart, since he has the memory, he is the current main interface. He had already confirmed when he was taking a bath, and he was right to be a man.

And this "second character" is a woman.

How can he adapt to walking on high heels?

Zhang Dianyu fell into contemplation-but it didn't take long. Soon, the office door was knocked, and a dark-haired woman who looked rigorous and acted swiftly pushed the door in, holding her head and nodding her head: "I'm here to interview the acting warden Rita, outside Mr. Assistant told me to come in directly."

"Yes, Miss Rita, please—" Zhang Dianyu originally wanted to sit down, but after looking at the sofa that was no longer available, he could only change his mouth, "No need to sit, you are hired."

Stark, with a bandage on his hand, was brushing his phone boringly on the sofa, and almost heard the phone slip.

He sat upright and glanced at the dark-haired woman standing in the center of the office, always feeling familiar. But instead of thinking more, he turned to Zhang Dianyu and said, "Uh, Mr. Warden, I think I should avoid it?"

Zhang Dianyu just wanted to say that as an investor in a prison, he didn’t have to be too restrictive, so that Stark could find a way to subsidize the task-but suddenly a new idea sprang up.

So he nodded to Stark: "I really need to talk to Miss Rita for a moment."

Stark stood up and walked to the door, frowning and looking around the office, thinking for a while. He always felt that something was wrong, but it was just an intuition-it can also be said to be an illusion.

He had to leave.

Rita stood indifferently in the middle of the room, her eyes moving as Zhang Dianyu got up. xs63 Zhang Dianyu glanced at the group of short pixelated people with excited bubbles on the side of the map, and gradually understood how angry bubbles appeared.

Although they were both mutants, he knew that Magneto would really ignore these little babies as he said before and thought of ways to escape from prison overnight.

Unexpectedly, the night was really peaceful, and nothing happened.

Zhang Dianyu felt a little puzzled. He had also hoped that there would be some riot on the other side, and he would also be able to ride a ride of death.

But in any case, such a result is better.

He saw Peter on the map. The boy is hidden in a circle of mutant children and is pushing a plate of fried eggs to the shortest pixel villain on the opposite side.

The worst part is that the little thing with round head and round head turned out to be blushing-Zhang Dianyu never knew that this pixel map could still show blushing.

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

I hope Peter can keep his heart tight and make an undercover.

The time had come to 9:50, and there were still families visiting the prisoners outside the gate of the prison, and went straight to the visiting room. But there was a dark-haired woman in a light gray professional suit, and she stopped at the gate of the prison.

Zhang Dianyu opened her profile-as expected, she was the interviewer he was waiting for, which was his "second role".

The acting warden interviewer's name is Rita, and there is no surname on the map, which looks rough.

Zhang Dianyu slightly looked away and looked at the bill on the sofa. The boy seemed to be aware of it, and his face, which always had no expression, turned to him. Zhang Dianyu glared at him fiercely.

The setting of this second character is also too hasty, so give someone a surname anyway.

Zhang Dianyu glanced at Rita's attributes. Her character description is "calm and frightening", and "the fear of justice can be used to manage the reputation of the prison. Her whip rumors may be a bit exaggerated."

However, Zhang Dianyu, who can look at everything, found that it is really not an exaggeration.

Rita really has a "whip" in her belongings, as well as a notepad that every warden has in stock-most importantly, there are no prison door keys, only employee keys.

Is she going to use this to whip the prisoner? Is this a bit too weird?

Zhang Dianyu sincerely hopes that she can hide the whip so as not to cause Stark's suspicion.

If she really exposed the prop, Zhang Dianyu thought about it for a moment-maybe he could make a small deal with Lecter and let him hint that Stark's whip is also a fantasy.

In Zhang Dianyu's cranky thoughts, Rita ended the conversation with the guard, entered the prison gate, and went straight to the warden's office.

Zhang Dianyu took out her resume from the drawer and turned it over, thinking that her role in the future might be a challenge.

But he thought about it again.

Although the bill says that he should not have sex, this is obviously fart, since he has the memory, he is the current main interface. He had already confirmed when he was taking a bath, and he was right to be a man.

And this "second character" is a woman.

How can he adapt to walking on high heels?

Zhang Dianyu fell into contemplation-but it didn't take long. Soon, the office door was knocked, and a dark-haired woman who looked rigorous and acted swiftly pushed the door in, holding her head and nodding her head: "I'm here to interview the acting warden Rita, outside Mr. Assistant told me to come in directly."

"Yes, Miss Rita, please—" Zhang Dianyu originally wanted to sit down, but after looking at the sofa that was no longer available, he could only change his mouth, "No need to sit, you are hired."

Stark, with a bandage on his hand, was brushing his phone boringly on the sofa, and almost heard the phone slip.

He sat upright and glanced at the dark-haired woman standing in the center of the office, always feeling familiar. But instead of thinking more, he turned to Zhang Dianyu and said, "Uh, Mr. Warden, I think I should avoid it?"

Zhang Dianyu just wanted to say that as an investor in a prison, he didn’t have to be too restrictive, so that Stark could find a way to subsidize the task-but suddenly a new idea sprang up.

So he nodded to Stark: "I really need to talk to Miss Rita for a moment."

Stark stood up and walked to the door, frowning and looking around the office, thinking for a while. He always felt that something was wrong, but it was just an intuition-it can also be said to be an illusion.

He had to leave.

Rita stood indifferently in the middle of the room, her eyes moving as Zhang Dianyu got up.

Zhang Dianyu fell into contemplation-but it didn't take long. Soon, the office door was knocked, and a dark-haired woman who looked rigorous and acted swiftly pushed the door in, holding her head and nodding her head: "I'm here to interview the acting warden Rita, outside Mr. Assistant told me to come in directly."

"Yes, Miss Rita, please—" Zhang Dianyu originally wanted to sit down, but after looking at the sofa that was no longer available, he could only change his mouth, "No need to sit, you are hired."

Stark, with a bandage on his hand, was brushing his phone boringly on the sofa, and almost heard the phone slip.

He sat upright and glanced at the dark-haired woman standing in the center of the office, always feeling familiar. But instead of thinking more, he turned to Zhang Dianyu and said, "Uh, Mr. Warden, I think I should avoid it?"

Zhang Dianyu just wanted to say that as an investor in a prison, he didn’t have to be too restrictive, so that Stark could find a way to subsidize the task-but suddenly a new idea sprang up.

So he nodded to Stark: "I really need to talk to Miss Rita for a moment."

Stark stood up and walked to the door, frowning and looking around the office, thinking for a while. He always felt that something was wrong, but it was just an intuition-it can also be said to be an illusion.

He had to leave.

Rita stood indifferently in the middle of the room, her eyes moving as Zhang Dianyu got up.

"Mr. Warden, I can hand over the work."

Because Zhang Dianyu has just said what she was hired, so now Rita is the acting warden—when Zhang Dianyu leaves the prison, she will automatically assume her responsibilities.

And her work content is usually similar to Banner, basically can be said to be a senior assistant.

Zhang Dianyu ignored Rita. Anyway, she was him and there was no need to dictate the work.

His breakfast plate was still placed on the desk and was not taken by the Warren guards. To be honest, this was a bit unusual. In the past, the Warren guards calculated the time very accurately and would take the trays on time after 40 minutes. If Zhang Dianyu hadn't finished his meal then, he would wait quietly.

It must be said that the pixel villain is indeed satisfactory at work, although sometimes not very smart.

Zhang Dianyu picked up the knife and wiped it, gestured to his wrist.

Before he started, he suddenly raised his head and rushed to the sofa to cover the bill's mouth and made a silent gesture with his other hand: "No talking."

Then there was another voice behind him: "Mr. Warden, I can hand over the work."

"..." Zhang Dianyu waved his hand behind him. "You know, let's wait for a while."

If he does not let Rita shut up, she may repeat this sentence constantly.

Bill stared at him with big blue eyes, and nodded slowly. After getting the answer from this little thing, Zhang Dianyu let go.

After all, according to the bill, he will not lie. Since he promised not to speak, he would not speak.

Zhang Dianyu continued to compare his wrist with confidence and made a little psychological construction.

The bill suddenly raised a notepad, almost exactly the same as Zhang Dianyu's, and wrote a few lines of large characters with a signature pen-"The mortality rate of cutting wrists is low. It is recommended to replace the carotid artery."

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

The proposal was intimate and horrifying, but he decided to adopt it.

He picked up the knife and gestured around his neck, and whispered, "Is this here?"

The bill shook his head.

He moved a little further: "Here?"

The bill nodded.

Zhang Dianyu took a deep breath and found that it was not simple. He whispered to the bill: "Otherwise you come to cut it, anyway, you already have mental problems, this is normal."

The bill shook his head, bowing his head to prepare to write on the clipboard.

Zhang Dianyu snatched the clipboard: "You can talk now, just quietly."

The bill blinked blue eyes: "I won't kill you, I promised you."

Zhang Dianyu couldn't help frowning.

He vaguely felt that the bill had indeed agreed to it. That was because the bill said that he could kill Zhang Dianyu to let him feel his true self. Can he not refuse such an outrageous thing?

"Now I have changed my mind," he said firmly, putting the knife in the bill, "cut me now."

Bill's small hand clutched the knife handle, and innocent blue eyes looked at him.

Zhang Dianyu was a little nervous. This kind of scene looks a little weird, and if Lecter is here, he may feel familiar.

xs63 Zhang Dianyu was in deep contemplation-but it didn't take long. Soon, the office door was knocked, and a dark-haired woman who looked rigorous and acted swiftly pushed the door in, holding her head and nodding her head: "I'm here to interview the acting warden Rita, outside Mr. Assistant told me to come in directly."

"Yes, Miss Rita, please—" Zhang Dianyu originally wanted to sit down, but after looking at the sofa that was no longer available, he could only change his mouth, "No need to sit, you are hired."

Stark, with a bandage on his hand, was brushing his phone boringly on the sofa, and almost heard the phone slip.

He sat upright and glanced at the dark-haired woman standing in the center of the office, always feeling familiar. But instead of thinking more, he turned to Zhang Dianyu and said, "Uh, Mr. Warden, I think I should avoid it?"

Zhang Dianyu just wanted to say that as an investor in a prison, he didn’t have to be too restrictive, so that Stark could find a way to subsidize the task-but suddenly a new idea sprang up.

So he nodded to Stark: "I really need to talk to Miss Rita for a moment."

Stark stood up and walked to the door, frowning and looking around the office, thinking for a while. He always felt that something was wrong, but it was just an intuition-it can also be said to be an illusion.

He had to leave.

Rita stood indifferently in the middle of the room, her eyes moving as Zhang Dianyu got up.

"Mr. Warden, I can hand over the work."

Because Zhang Dianyu has just said what she was hired, so now Rita is the acting warden—when Zhang Dianyu leaves the prison, she will automatically assume her responsibilities.

And her work content is usually similar to Banner, basically can be said to be a senior assistant.

Zhang Dianyu ignored Rita. Anyway, she was him and there was no need to dictate the work.

His breakfast plate was still placed on the desk and was not taken by the Warren guards. To be honest, this was a bit unusual. In the past, the Warren guards calculated the time very accurately and would take the trays on time after 40 minutes. If Zhang Dianyu hadn't finished his meal then, he would wait quietly.

It must be said that the pixel villain is indeed satisfactory at work, although sometimes not very smart.

Zhang Dianyu picked up the knife and wiped it, gestured to his wrist.

Before he started, he suddenly raised his head and rushed to the sofa to cover the bill's mouth and made a silent gesture with his other hand: "No talking."

Then there was another voice behind him: "Mr. Warden, I can hand over the work."

"..." Zhang Dianyu waved his hand behind him. "You know, let's wait for a while."

If he does not let Rita shut up, she may repeat this sentence constantly.

Bill stared at him with big blue eyes, and nodded slowly. After getting the answer from this little thing, Zhang Dianyu let go.

After all, according to the bill, he will not lie. Since he promised not to speak, he would not speak.

Zhang Dianyu continued to compare his wrist with confidence and made a little psychological construction.

The bill suddenly raised a notepad, almost exactly the same as Zhang Dianyu's, and wrote a few lines of large characters with a signature pen-"The mortality rate of cutting wrists is low. It is recommended to replace the carotid artery."

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

The proposal was intimate and horrifying, but he decided to adopt it.

He picked up the knife and gestured around his neck, and whispered, "Is this here?"

The bill shook his head.

He moved a little further: "Here?"

The bill nodded.

Zhang Dianyu took a deep breath and found that it was not simple. He whispered to the bill: "Otherwise you come to cut it, anyway, you already have mental problems, this is normal."

The bill shook his head, bowing his head to prepare to write on the clipboard.

Zhang Dianyu snatched the clipboard: "You can talk now, just quietly."

The bill blinked blue eyes: "I won't kill you, I promised you."

Zhang Dianyu couldn't help frowning.

He vaguely felt that the bill had indeed agreed to it. That was because the bill said that he could kill Zhang Dianyu to let him feel his true self. Can he not refuse such an outrageous thing?

"Now I have changed my mind," he said firmly, putting the knife in the bill, "cut me now."

Bill's small hand clutched the knife handle, and innocent blue eyes looked at him.

Zhang Dianyu was a little nervous. This kind of scene looks a little weird, and if Lecter is here, he may feel familiar.

It is recommended to replace with carotid artery. "

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

The proposal was intimate and horrifying, but he decided to adopt it.

He picked up the knife and gestured around his neck, and whispered, "Is this here?"

The bill shook his head.

He moved a little further: "Here?"

The bill nodded.

Zhang Dianyu took a deep breath and found that it was not simple. He whispered to the bill: "Otherwise you come to cut it, anyway, you already have mental problems, this is normal."

The bill shook his head, bowing his head to prepare to write on the clipboard.

Zhang Dianyu snatched the clipboard: "You can talk now, just quietly."

The bill blinked blue eyes: "I won't kill you, I promised you."

Zhang Dianyu couldn't help frowning.

He vaguely felt that the bill had indeed agreed to it. That was because the bill said that he could kill Zhang Dianyu to let him feel his true self. Can he not refuse such an outrageous thing?

"Now I have changed my mind," he said firmly, putting the knife in the bill, "cut me now."

Bill's small hand clutched the knife handle, and innocent blue eyes looked at him.

Zhang Dianyu was a little nervous. This kind of scene looks a little weird, and if Lecter is here, he may feel familiar.

This is even more outrageous.

"Hurry up," Zhang Dianyu said, "cut quickly."

"I refuse." The bill said with a knife.

Rita next to him always looked at Zhang Dianyu's direction with indifferent eyes, and didn't react to what was happening in front of her. Zhang Dianyu is currently her boss. For the pixel villain, no matter what unreasonable things happen in front of him, as long as there are no problems in his or her settings, he will not dispute this.

Although Zhang Dianyu thought it was strange that someone stared at himself and persuaded others to cut his own artery.

Zhang Dianyu stared at the bill: "Are you slashing? I will be taken away as a mental illness without slashing-these are all caused by you."

A rare hesitation appeared on the bill's face.

Zhang Dianyu originally just wanted to change the vest to move bricks outside. After all, Banner has just released Hulk, and the engineering team can’t be headless. He only has to work as a foreman himself-he even has special wall-building skills.

But seeing that he was going to be taken away by Stark, and Rita became the deputy warden, she would use whips to exercise terror over the prisoners. He must at least activate the role first, and take control of things in his own hands.

Although he can also temporarily refrain from hiring Rita, he will let Banner serve temporarily as a prison agent during his departure. But to be honest, he didn't want to tell the psychologist where he was sick.

He is not sick!

"You are afraid." The bill said.

Zhang Dianyu frowned: "What are you talking about?"

"You are afraid to see a psychologist and let them find that you are not human." The bill calmly put the knife back in his hand. "You are right, you should commit suicide now."

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

He took the knife, glared at the bill for a while, and suddenly lifted it to his carotid artery.

But the blood is less than expected.

"Wrong, go a little further and deeper." The bill said next to it.

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

Is it so easy to cut your own artery?

He took a deep breath and subconsciously raised his hand to cover the wound, and blood leaked through the middle of his fingers.

Then he took his hand away, raised his knife again, and confirmed to the bill: "Is this here?"

The bill nodded.

Zhang Dianyu cut the knife without hesitation.

Blood suddenly splashed the face of the bill, Zhang Dianyu slightly stunned.

He saw that from the hole in the wall that Stark had destroyed not long ago, Lekter's figure seemed to flash through it, and he seemed to be following the Warren guard behind him.

Is this simulation teaching?

Zhang Dianyu drove the bill away and lay down on the sofa, trying not to spill blood on the wall next to it, otherwise he would have to spend money to repaint it.

Not knowing how long it passed, his consciousness finally blurred.

Until the eyes become dark, and then return to light.

He looked at himself on the sofa and the bill standing next to him from a down angle, and turned back to open the green employee door.

"Two, Mr. Warden seems to be dead." Xs63 proposed to change to the carotid artery. "

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

The proposal was intimate and horrifying, but he decided to adopt it.

He picked up the knife and gestured around his neck, and whispered, "Is this here?"

The bill shook his head.

He moved a little further: "Here?"

The bill nodded.

Zhang Dianyu took a deep breath and found that it was not simple. He whispered to the bill: "Otherwise you come to cut it, anyway, you already have mental problems, this is normal."

The bill shook his head, bowing his head to prepare to write on the clipboard.

Zhang Dianyu snatched the clipboard: "You can talk now, just quietly."

The bill blinked blue eyes: "I won't kill you, I promised you."

Zhang Dianyu couldn't help frowning.

He vaguely felt that the bill had indeed agreed to it. That was because the bill said that he could kill Zhang Dianyu to let him feel his true self. Can he not refuse such an outrageous thing?

"Now I have changed my mind," he said firmly, putting the knife in the bill, "cut me now."

Bill's small hand clutched the knife handle, and innocent blue eyes looked at him.

Zhang Dianyu was a little nervous. This kind of scene looks a little weird, and if Lecter is here, he may feel familiar.

This is even more outrageous.

"Hurry up," Zhang Dianyu said, "cut quickly."

"I refuse." The bill said with a knife.

Rita next to him always looked at Zhang Dianyu's direction with indifferent eyes, and didn't react to what was happening in front of her. Zhang Dianyu is currently her boss. For the pixel villain, no matter what unreasonable things happen in front of him, as long as there are no problems in his or her settings, he will not dispute this.

Although Zhang Dianyu thought it was strange that someone stared at himself and persuaded others to cut his own artery.

Zhang Dianyu stared at the bill: "Are you slashing? I will be taken away as a mental illness without slashing-these are all caused by you."

A rare hesitation appeared on the bill's face.

Zhang Dianyu originally just wanted to change the vest to move bricks outside. After all, Banner has just released Hulk, and the engineering team can’t be headless. He only has to work as a foreman himself-he even has special wall-building skills.

But seeing that he was going to be taken away by Stark, and Rita became the deputy warden, she would use whips to exercise terror over the prisoners. He must at least activate the role first, and take control of things in his own hands.

Although he can also temporarily refrain from hiring Rita, he will let Banner serve temporarily as a prison agent during his departure. But to be honest, he didn't want to tell the psychologist where he was sick.

He is not sick!

"You are afraid." The bill said.

Zhang Dianyu frowned: "What are you talking about?"

"You are afraid to see a psychologist and let them find that you are not human." The bill calmly put the knife back in his hand. "You are right, you should commit suicide now."

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

He took the knife, glared at the bill for a while, and suddenly lifted it to his carotid artery.

But the blood is less than expected.

"Wrong, go a little further and deeper." The bill said next to it.

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

Is it so easy to cut your own artery?

He took a deep breath and subconsciously raised his hand to cover the wound, and blood leaked through the middle of his fingers.

Then he took his hand away, raised his knife again, and confirmed to the bill: "Is this here?"

The bill nodded.

Zhang Dianyu cut the knife without hesitation.

Blood suddenly splashed the face of the bill, Zhang Dianyu slightly stunned.

He saw that from the hole in the wall that Stark had destroyed not long ago, Lekter's figure seemed to flash through it, and he seemed to be following the Warren guard behind him.

Is this simulation teaching?

Zhang Dianyu drove the bill away and lay down on the sofa, trying not to spill blood on the wall next to it, otherwise he would have to spend money to repaint it.

Not knowing how long it passed, his consciousness finally blurred.

Until the eyes become dark, and then return to light.

He looked at himself on the sofa and the bill standing next to him from a down angle, and turned back to open the green employee door.

"Two, Mr. Warden seems to be dead."