Rebuilding Base is Under Construction

Zhang Dianyu moved down Banner's gaze and saw a few drops of blood on his neckline.

He thought for a while before remembering what was going on-he had cut a cactus thorn before trying to wake Stark, of course, without success.

But he felt a guilty conscience.

Zhang Dianyu met Banner's gaze and raised his hand to cover his nose.

Banner: "?"

"I just had a nosebleed," Zhang Dianyu said calmly, "the problem is not big."

Banner: "...?"

"So maybe I need to take a break." Zhang Dianyu looked at Banner's face and slowly closed the green employee door in front of him. "The documents can be placed on my desk."

The door lock closed with a click, Zhang Dianyu leaned back against the door, took a deep breath, and listened to the sound outside.

Banner was silent for a while, and then there was the sound of folders falling on the desk outside the door, followed by the sound of footsteps drifting away.

Zhang Dianyu finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He stretched his hand to the door switch, and the whole room was suddenly illuminated, but Stark was not seen. The bill on the bed was still in a drowsy posture, and it didn't seem to wake up with Stark.

Zhang Dianyu was a little shocked.

His eyes circled around the room, suddenly thought of something, and slowly looked towards the ceiling, finally meeting with a pair of warm brown eyes.

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

Stark coughed to ease the embarrassment: "I didn't say that the experience was from myself."

Fortunately, Peter is not here, and I don't know that he was suddenly murdered.

After Stark got down, Zhang Dianyu could see how he got up—obviously it was impossible to actually climb the ceiling like Peter, and it was impossible to use super powers in the prison. He didn't know where his battle armor came out and wrapped his limbs, allowing him to obtain the climbing ability of a superpower.

"I finally understand why the coverage of artificial intelligence here is intermittent." Stark fell to the ground and complained, "Why is there another virtual world superimposed here-this is what you want me to use virtual reality The real reason for the technology development?"

Zhang Dianyu did not answer because his head was filled with question marks.

Stark glanced at him and seemed to understand that he did not know.

He spread his hand, looked at the sleeping boy on the bed, and slowly shook his head: "Damn, you must not know how much information I have received in such a short period of time. I only hope that if I really do Those who have children will not be such an inexplicable little thing, at least it should be easier to communicate-by the way, what time is it now?"

Zhang Dianyu looked at Stark and was very pleased that he finally asked this question.

From his expression, Stark also felt bad.

"Almost 35 hours." Zhang Dianyu replied.

Stark seemed stunned: "...that is to say I have been missing for so long?"

"But no one knows you are here, you hide well." Zhang Dianyu smiled.

"?" Stark slowly played a question mark: "You hide well, right?"

Zhang Dianyu: "Thank you."

Stark: "I didn't praise you!"

Zhang Dianyu shrugged. At least Stark was awake now, and he was finally relieved.

"Mr. Stark, what did you mean by superimposing another world?"

The expression on Stark's face was a bit frozen, his gaze slowly turned to Zhang Dianyu, as if hesitated.

Zhang Dianyu thought for a while: "I guess-is it the test sandbox of the set of samples mentioned in the bill?"

Stark seemed to be relieved, and tentatively asked, "Don't you mind? I mean—" He seemed to have been close to the truth before, but quickly rejected himself.

Fundamentally, although Mr. Warden’s behavior is often beyond imagination, he feels like a real human being.

Judging from the daily communication of the warden, although he said that he was not a human being, he did not regard himself as a different species—until today, he did not know that he was not even a species.

Although he has never asked his own artificial intelligence butler what it feels like, as a creation of another existence, he may be somewhat sensitive to this topic.

Sure enough, he saw Mr. Warden's face sinking: "Of course I mind." The black-haired young man paused, gritted his teeth and said, "I haven't figured out what this little thing is saying... I just know. Probably."

Stark: "..." He still thinks too much.

It turned out that Mr. Warden had this idea, but... they reached an amazing agreement.

But he opened his mouth, but changed the subject: "Bill... the bill, okay. So he told me who he is a long time ago, but... things are far more ridiculous than expected."

Zhang Dianyu curled his lips at the sleeping boy on the bed: "What's the matter with him?"

Stark was silent for a moment, and raised his eyes to look at Zhang Dianyu, with mixed emotions in his eyes.

Zhang Dianyu's expression became solemn: "What? Is something wrong?"

"Are you concerned about the bill?" Stark asked back.

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

"He's okay, it's just... things might be a little bit beyond imagination." Stark sighed a little, "Hell."

Zhang Dianyu's heart trembled--Stark made this evaluation with this expression, obviously things must have gone further in an uncontrollable direction.

Zhang Dianyu asked with some caution: "What's the matter?"

Stark put his hands in his suit pockets and pointed to the boy on the bed: "You should ask him."

As his voice fell, the eyelashes of the bill moved, and the eyeballs under the eyelids were also turning slightly, and then slowly opened his eyes.

Zhang Dianyu immediately discovered something was wrong.

"Wow," the black-haired and blue-eyed boy sat up, tilted his head, and looked around in a strange way, then his eyes fell on Zhang Dianyu's face, "I know you."

Zhang Dianyu: "...?" Isn't this nonsense?

"You are the one who suddenly disappeared after attracting a lot of undressed chasers." The bill stared at Zhang Dianyu thoughtfully, "It seems that I was the only one who was chased and ran away for unknown distances— —But this also solves a question in my mind. It seems that you are fine."

"..." Zhang Dianyu immediately remembered who this was.

Isn't this the Stark of another world it saw in the dream? At the beginning, he used the "prison search" skill, which also affected the real prison. He was awakened by the bill and Banner and disappeared in front of that Stark.

But this also solved one of his doubts-the black-haired and blue-eyed Stark in the desert had been chased by a group of unclothed prison guards for a long time.

He felt a little guilty, but he felt that the imaginary scene was a bit funny, he couldn't help coughing, and covered his smile.

He looked at Stark, who was loaded into the bill's body, and then at Stark next to him: "So, this is where the bill takes you? That... dreamland?"

"Sandbox, just like what you said." Stark shrugged. "Tony in another world fell into a coma after deleting his brain and lost himself in his dream. But the sandbox was originally he was simulating What was created when the bill was run was only brought into this world by the bill-this sandbox has a name, and he called it Biosphere 46."

"So, 45 failed before?" Zhang Dianyu analyzed.

"No, Biosphere No. 1 refers to the place where we live, and Biosphere No. 2 refers to an experiment that simulates the living environment in the past, and the latter 43 are the simulations of how ordinary people can coexist with superpowers." Tucker looked at Zhang Dianyu.

"And Biosphere 46, what will happen after the superpower who refuses to register is put into jail in the simulation operation." Stark glanced at Zhang Dianyu, "but it hasn't started yet, it has already happened in reality. ——The government proposed the'Super Human Registration Act', and there is no need to activate this program."

Zhang Dianyu was lost in thought. In this case, from a certain perspective, the previous bill thought that prison was not a game, and maybe it was right.

It's just that the game has not been transplanted to this Biosphere 46, and the plan has been stranded.

But can this damned prison really help Stark in another world maintain world peace? Zhang Dianyu was extremely suspicious.

The black-haired boy sitting on the bed listened carefully to the conversation between the two of them, and suddenly interrupted and said, "This idea sounds good."

Zhang Dianyu rolled his eyes and said, "Listen to me—it has nothing to do with'good', you have failed."

The boy shrugged, leaned against the head of the bed, and blinked his big blue eyes at Zhang Dianyu: "Although I heard that I did it, but since this gentleman thinks so, then—good-looking people speak It can’t be too wrong unless they are my girlfriends.”

Zhang Dianyu: "?"

Stark: "..." He discovered that facing the other self, it was like a public sentence.

Especially this Stark also lost his memory and was put in a boy's shell.

Zhang Dianyu was silent for a moment: "What about the bill?"

Black-haired boy: "My son?"

Zhang Dianyu took a deep breath, and was shocked by Stark's kind answer: "You just admit it?"

"I don't know." The black-haired boy shrugged, jumped to the ground and stretched his body. "That's what the little guy said anyway. I don't know who I am, and of course I won't remember my son— However, judging from the sense of violation in my brain, I should not be the same age as my son."

He opened his arms and looked at Zhang Dianyu innocently and harmlessly.

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

The other Stark suddenly took a step forward, his expression looked serious, even serious-Zhang Dianyu felt that he must have some bad idea.

"Physiologically speaking, I am..." He paused, but didn't say anything. Instead, he replaced it with a gesture, and pointed to the black-haired boy in front of him, "——Father, you have half of my genes."

The black-haired boy nodded without hindrance.

But Zhang Dianyu had a bad feeling.

Stark pointed at him and continued to introduce the black-haired boy: "And this is the one who provided you with the other half of your genes."

The black-haired boy's always indifferent blue eyes finally widened slightly. After thinking for a moment, he smiled at Zhang Dianyu: "Mom?"

Zhang Dianyu: "...?"