Rebuilding Base is Under Construction

With the help of off-site support, the chat between Zhang Dianyu and the psychologist ended. After a while Stark walked in. His face was a little weird, but he said nothing, just told him to wait for a brain imaging.

He explained to Zhang Dianyu that this is a routine procedure in order to see how the patient's active area of ​​the brain is different from ordinary people. In order to reassure the seemingly confused warden, he also emphasized that this does not mean that the doctor thinks that there is a lesion in his brain.

The warden nodded blankly.

These Zhang Dianyu had known for a long time. He also asked if the bill would be exposed during the inspection. The reason is that according to the bill, he is not a human being.

The response of the bill is very calm: "Don't worry, even if you have mental problems, there will be no abnormalities in this vehicle inspection."

Zhang Dianyu: "?"

The bill tilted his head and looked at him.

Zhang Dianyu was angry and did not set off-what is "even if he has mental problems"? He is obviously fine.

But tangling with the bill is obviously meaningless, and he doesn’t have to force the bill to admit that he is normal—but he simply feels angry.

The bill may have grown on his explosion.

But what was angry was that Zhang Dianyu, who recalled this matter at this time, could not see anything strange in the warden's face. In fact, because it is difficult to control his expression, unless he is under special circumstances, he shows indifferent to the outside world.

Stark, who had left the room, spread his hand to the doctor: "Look at it? Is it okay for him to look like this?"

According to the doctor's diagnosis, Mr. Warden's mentality is so stable that he can go with Zhenzi.

The doctor was also a little helpless: "The patient just responded a little slow. Mr. Stark, otherwise you will take him to measure the IQ."

Stark: "?"

This is even more outrageous. Although Mr. Warden looked abnormal all the time, he was not mentally retarded-not to mention, Tony Stark communicated with a mentally impaired person for a month, then he counted what?

Stark denied this proposal without hesitation.

"I think it may be a sequelae of suicide."

The doctor shrugged noncommittally.

"Maybe," Stark put forward the views of Strange and others, "Is the nervous system's reaction rate caused by poisoning reduced?"

But even so, the problem with the untitled town is certainly not caused by Stark and Wayne-both industries have long been replaced by clean energy, and the emission standards are far below the government regulations.

The doctor nodded: "Maybe. But Mr. Stark, I am actually a psychologist."

Stark: "..."

After Stark left, Zhang Dianyu could relax a little. He was not worried about the next inspection, so he happily settled the balance for the "tutor".

The other party also seemed very satisfied with the transaction, saying that if there is still demand in the future, he can continue to find him.

Zhang Dianyu moved his heart and asked if the other party wanted to change jobs.

In addition to the Supreme Master and the Ogre, there should also be a serious psychiatrist in the prison-if possible, the library man will come back to work sooner or later.

The clown is already living in the confinement room, should the doctor's psychological construction be similar? If it is not possible, you can also learn yoga with Banner, which helps to stabilize your mind.

The "tutor"'s answer is not leaking. He said he is very satisfied with his current job, but he can introduce a friend.

Zhang Dianyu resisted not entering "Whether the friend you are talking about is yourself" in the dialog box. He originally thought that the other party should be just a student, but he saw a glimpse from the doctor's frustrated face-the answer given by the "tutor" was quite professional.

Then he had to start digging the feet of the people who came to the door.

After all, the 80-dollar orders are all taken. Obviously, the doctor is not very lenient, maybe he is unemployed. It's just that the other party refuses to admit it in order to maintain the lies in the data.

But the two sides hit it off, and the interview time was set immediately, this weekend.

Zhang Dianyu felt much more comfortable. Once Lecter had a replacement, he stuffed him back into the confinement room-otherwise he would be left outside for a long time, and the Warren guard might be contaminated by him.

This is a chef guard who is obsessed with planting trees and has the dream of a construction worker. It must not be lost in the hands of Lecter.

While waiting for the doctor, Zhang Dianyu turned over the subsidy task. After the prison rating was increased by 1 point, the subsidy tasks he could take were changed from 3 to 4. In addition to the task of cleaning up the accident site issued by the Secret Mutant Youth Criminal Discipline Center and the Lex Group, he can also receive two subsidies.

The amount of subsidy is not the same as the original one, but it seems that the difficulty of completion is not small. This task of Metropolis can bring him a grant of 400,000 US dollars. If you take over the task at the same time, you can even catch up with the monthly government grants according to the number of prisoners.

Zhang Dianyu flipped through the task list and found that the amount of the original task subsidy did not increase-the general decoration and laundry and other subsidies are still 20,000 to 50,000 US dollars each time, which is nothing more than a salary for the operation of the entire prison .

If he had to live on the wall without having to worry about bricks, he still had to accept the task of high subsidies.

And these tasks look a bit strange, they are all the cleaning and reconstruction of the scene of various accidents-there is no simple one, and some even seem to rebuild the street.

The subsidy for this task seemed to be very rich, and it attracted Zhang Dianyu's attention-but if the money to build the house had to be paid by himself, wouldn't the subsidy of 2 million US dollars have to spend a slack?

Zhang Dianyu's face changed.

In this way, the on-site clean-up work in the Metropolis, it is good that he can earn 400 yuan for 400,000 yuan.

Zhang Dianyu thought about it and thought that this work must be done by Luther.

You don’t have to wait for the warden to give him permission to move bricks-anyway, he has the money, so he can hire more construction teams. As long as he can solve the task at his own expense, the performance score in the prison can be increased by a few more.

Zhang Dianyu found this to be a good idea.

When Luther was escorted to the warden's office, the doubts in his mind seemed to be answered-he had long felt that the acting warden miss looked at him awkwardly, as if a conspiracy was brewing.

He was pressed into a special interrogation chair by the guard, and his hands were tightly locked on the armrests so he could not move. The opposite Rita looked away from the computer and looked at him with interest for a while.

Luther looked at her coldly, waiting for the other to speak first.

"I plan to let you go back to the metropolis." Miss Warden said.

Luther frowned.

"Where you fall, you have to climb from where you are." Zhang Dianyu said with a heavy heart, "I know that the "experimental accident" has caused a lot of public pressure on you and your company-and the work of cleaning the site has now fallen to the head of the prison. Go, it’s just your responsibility.”

"..." Luther looked cold: "My hearing was held two weeks later, and I didn't have time to clean up the scene."

The opposite Rita smiled slightly: "So do you want the clown or the red skull to help you build the house?"

Luther: "..."

"You have..." Zhang Dianyu glanced at his watch, "One afternoon. I need your reply before dinner today." He smiled at Luther's bald head. "--You know, the metropolitan people I don’t like living in the rubble, so I’ll step up to convince the clown to be a construction worker."

Luther: "?"

He was silent for a long time before he spit out a few words with difficulty: "Are you sick?"

Miss Rita did not answer. She crossed her fingers, elbows on the armrests of the sofa, and looked at him with a smile.

"What do you want?" Luther asked grimly.

Zhang Dianyu paused and answered sincerely: "I want world peace."

Luther: "..."

In the end, Luther agreed to this matter. Of course, he did not want the clown to go to his city for a multi-day tour-this lady Rita would be too threatening, and it is better to believe that the clown will move bricks. The sow will go to the tree.

Zhang Dianyu is also very pleased. Luther really did not mention the money, maybe it was forgotten-this also proves that he is not bad at all.

To hurry up, Luther left the prison wearing yellow helmets under the guards of the two guards that afternoon.

Zhang Dianyu didn't assign an extra prisoner-anyway, Luther went to pack the cleaning work alone, and did not need any assistance. Zhang Dianyu kindly left him a hard hat to provide a hint of warmth to his cool head.

Fortunately, Luther didn't know his thoughts.

Zhang Dianyu, who had solved a subsidy task after rounding, was very happy. At the same time, he also received the resume sent to the mailbox by the friend of the psychology tutor just now.

The resume will be displayed on the employee panel. He glanced at it and found that the doctor’s resume is also very bright. He was also a psychology professor at Gotham University.

Zhang Dianyu expressed understanding and sympathy in his heart.

Engaging in psychology in Gotham, isn’t that **** mode? It was as if the mouse had fallen into the oil drum, and then strangled himself to death.

No wonder they want to change jobs.

He closed his resume and glanced at the employee recruitment panel, remembering that the employees of the Secret Mutant Youth Criminal Discipline Center had not yet been recruited.

But half a day later, there is still no change here, and no employees can be recruited.

Zhang Dianyu was a little sullen.

He looked at the panel for remotely controlling the warden-the warden had confirmed his innocence at this time, and Stark looked a little stubborn, and just forced him to take a few more blood tests.

Zhang Dianyu is full of question marks, why do he still have to draw blood when he is in psychiatry?

But after that, Stark took the bill to the room for testing, and he could only let the warden go to the rest area to wait, and by the way, he had a conversation with Luther.

Now the time for the bill to enter is not short, Zhang Dianyu stood up and decided to look at the situation-since the bill can ensure that his "carrier" is no problem, then he should not make any mistakes.

Zhang Dianyu hopes that the two will be able to go back earlier and deal with the recruitment of staff in the discipline center.

He knocked on the door, and Stark quickly opened the door.

"I'm sorry, I want to ask about the situation of "Bill"..." Zhang Dianyu just started, Stark came out, the look on his face looked dignified.

Zhang Dianyu was a little puzzled. Did the bill overturn in the mental appraisal?

"Bill may need to stay in the hospital for a while." Stark said as gently as possible. "He may be... a special child."

Zhang Dianyu was dumbfounded: "Wait, you mean he is sick?"

"He has some barriers to communication, lack of interest in the surrounding environment, unable to establish a normal relationship with people." Stark said.

Zhang Dianyu: "Uh..." He couldn't even refute.

"And he has a special hobby. You said that he is very interested in the law and is very persistent about it."

Zhang Dianyu: "..." Isn't that nonsense, he is the Super Human Registration Act itself.

"The doctor initially diagnosed that Bill may have Asperger's syndrome." Stark walked to the coffee machine in the lounge area and pulled out a paper cup, his face a little tired.

Zhang Dianyu: "..."