Rebuilding Base is Under Construction

Stark opened the door, and outside was Strange with a dark face, and the dark-haired boy frowning and licking his fingers beside him.

"What's going on?" He asked a little puzzled. Strange should be on the training ground waiting for the Quin fighter to light a candle to perform his ceremony, anyway, another Stark is already by his side.

Stark looked at the black-haired boy, just in time to see him curl his lips against his fingers.

"This is really salt."

Stark: "..."

"Yes." Strange replied succinctly.

"Can salt serve as a medium for communicating the power of the gods?" The black-haired boy disapproved, "Why didn't the gods come while cooking?"

Strange: "?"

Stark didn't say that he was also curious about this, but hurriedly stopped Strange, whose face was darker than night: "Forget it, Stephen, he has amnesia."

Strange looked away with a cold face.

"So, why did you come here?" Stark changed the subject, trying to save another Stark's dog.

"I saw the Quinjet leave." Strange said briefly.

Stark waited for a while, only to realize that this was all he had to say, there was no follow-up. He had no choice but to ask: "...so? Didn't you just start your ceremony?"

"When you are not there?" Strange said, "I remember someone was interested in this, and I just waited at the training ground for more than five minutes."

Stark: "..."

"I guess it's because of Rogers." Strange said, using affirmative sentences.

Stark rubbed his hair irritably: "Damn, I don't want to talk about this now..."

"Then don't talk about it." Strange cut him decisively, "just to my liking."

Stark: "..."

He took a deep breath, trying to keep himself from exploding: "So, what are you doing here?"

"I need to bring Mr. Warden," Strange said.

Stark suppressed his emotions, a little irritable, and a little confused: "Then you should go to him directly-you know where his office is."

Strange glanced at him faintly: "Let's go together."

Stark was even more puzzled.

"I think it might be easier for you to persuade him." Strange dropped a word, turned and walked out of the scenic office.

Stark stood holding his arm under the cheap broken light bulb for a while, his anger slowly dropped a little, and he gradually recalled what Strange said in his mind.

What makes him better able to persuade Mr. Warden? The warden is just...a bit strange and not particularly stubborn.

Of course, there are indeed many people who have failed in this step of connecting the brain circuit.

——So what does Strange mean, is his brain circuit also weird?

Stark felt a little upset.

The warden was sitting in his office in a daze at this moment-facing the corpse.

When Stark pushed in, Strange stood aside, consciously or unconsciously, facing the door sideways.

The scene in the room is a bit weird.

Stark: "..."

He glanced back. Fortunately, Sam Wilson took a nap in the staff dormitory on the side and didn't see such a scene. After the captain arrived at Alcatraz Island, Wilson returned to the staff dormitory first in order to prove that he had nothing to do with the Premier League.

I don't know what it was like when he got up tomorrow morning to find out about Miss Rita's death-Stark thought gleefully.

But right now, Mr. Warden, sitting behind the somewhat shabby desk in the office, seemed a little depressed.

The worst part is that since there is no morgue here, the warden put Miss Rita's body on the desk.

Although Alcatraz Island Prison has not been officially put into use-but there are also living people here, what should you think of seeing the dead body on the desk tomorrow?

Stark cleared his throat. Mr. Warden looked up from behind his desk and was taken aback when he saw Strange at the door.

"Sorry, I forgot... Has Mr. Rogers left? Can we start?"

"The captain is gone," Stark said, and then glanced at Mr. Warden. "But there is one question...Should we find a place to store this body."

Zhang Dianyu shook his head immediately: "It must stay here."

"?" Stark: "But that's a corpse." The accent in his sentence fell on the word "corpse", hoping to awaken Mr. Warden's head.

Zhang Dianyu nodded: "Yes."

Stark: "..."

To be honest, those previous misunderstandings are definitely not his pot-Mr. Warden's behavior is always fascinating.

"I take the liberty to ask, is this corpse still useful to you?" Stark tried to be patient. "In fact, it stands to reason that we generally don't store the corpse by our side."

Only then did Zhang Dianyu understand what Stark meant to express here for a long time.

"But that is my own body."

"Mr. Warden," Stark paused, his voice suddenly becoming low and powerful, "Especially this sentence, please don't say it again."

Zhang Dianyu sighed long.

"Then put the body under the desk first, I still have it."

Stark gave up.

During their exchange, Strange stood at the door with his hands behind his back and glanced aside.

Stark: "..."

In the end, Zhang Dianyu hid Miss Rita's body under his desk. Before leaving, Stark repeatedly checked the door lock and then stuffed the key into the warden's suit pocket.

Of course, Zhang Dianyu didn't want to be victimized by his own wind critics-but he couldn't let him give up Miss Rita's body now.

The training ground in the northern part of the prison is the most spacious area on the island. There are no tourists or patrolling security guards who will get in at night, and it happens to be outside the prison, but belongs to the scenic area, which is very suitable for Strange to hold him here. Ceremony.

It's just that with such a night, it looks more like a sacrifice.

The black-haired boy lay in the center of the circle surrounded by candles, and the complex magic circle was drawn with chalk on the ground under him.

Strange supported his head with both hands, and the boy blinked and asked, "Do I need to close my eyes?"

"Normally, it's not necessary, but I suggest you close it." Strange replied.

"why?"

"Because I don't want you to stare at me."

Stark stared at the two people in the field with a word-to-word quarrel. Zhang Dianyu looked at the black-haired boy lying on the ground and suddenly said, "I think I still owe you a thank you."

The black-haired boy was obviously taken aback for a moment, and then he remembered what Zhang Dianyu meant.

He shrugged: "If you were talking about that day - indeed, I accepted your'thank you'."

"And now." Zhang Dianyu said, "No matter what, my existence is related to you."

"Maybe I don't know except me." The black-haired boy grinned.

"Oh, yes." Strange turned to Zhang Dianyu suddenly, "The farewell thing can be said later-Mr. Warden, do you want to go to where the bill is together?"

A question mark slowly appeared on Zhang Dianyu's face: "Can you bring me into that world?"

"Your soul has been there before, and it's not difficult to go again." Strange explained, "And I really don't want to listen to your tired farewell."

Zhang Dianyu looked at Stark again, and the other party opened his hands: "Don't look at me, I don't plan to go again—trust me, that is definitely not a good experience."

Zhang Dianyu believed that, after all, the last time he was there, he was chased by countless naked prison guards for a long time.

"Hold my shoulders." Strange ordered.

Zhang Dianyu did. He was a little nervous. The last time he entered the "sandbox" connected to another universe Stark's dream was in his sleep, and it was still a nightmare.

In order to help him test whether he has fear, the bill took him to a place where he did not retain the slightest relevant memory-in fact, according to the bill, he should have also "run" in the sandbox.

"Close your eyes."

Strange's voice came in his ears.

Zhang Dianyu closed his eyes, and there was pitch darkness in front of him. He didn't know if it was the thick night or he had sunk into another world.

There was silence beside him, Zhang Dianyu kept his hand on Strange's shoulder.

"who are you?"

The shoulder under his palm was slightly to the side, and he avoided Zhang Dianyu's hand.

Zhang Dianyu opened his eyes in a little astonishment. The person in front of him was wearing a blue robe and a windless red cloak. His temples were white and he was floating cross-legged in the air. He breathed a sigh of relief: "Doctor, don't be kidding."

After getting off the Quin-style fighter, Strange persistently changed into his mage robe—after all, wearing the white coat of a psychiatrist or the dining apron in the cafeteria would make his next ceremony seem not quite right. .

But things seem to be wrong now.

"You can talk? Are you... with him?" Strange stared at him with a slight frown.

Zhang Dianyu felt a little bad.

"Of course I can talk--wait, what do you mean by ‘him’...?"

Strange looked solemn and stared at Zhang Dianyu without speaking.

"——Tony Stark?" Since he refused to say it, Zhang Dianyu had to say it himself.

Strange's expression did not relax: "You know this is his... place?"

Zhang Dianyu seemed to understand.

The meaning in Strange's words is-in Stark's spiritual world. He was what the bill said, the Strange who came to find Stark's consciousness in another world. But in fact, he may not know that this is not exactly the world in Stark's mind anymore.

Ever since Stark in another universe transformed his brain into a cpu and a hard drive with an extremist virus, he also gained the ability to share the network with the sandbox—anyway, this is Zhang Dianyu’s understanding.

With so much information from the bill's words, he felt that he was already pretty good.

Seeing that Zhang Dianyu didn't reply immediately, Strange's eyes sank slightly.

In the next second, Zhang Dianyu noticed that his throat was tight, and slowly rose from the ground, as if he was pinched by a void hand.

"That Stark here is not someone I know—who are you? What's the purpose?"

Zhang Dianyu wanted to answer, but in this virtual world, he couldn't speak even when he was pinched.

In a hurry, he subconsciously chose the most recently used skill, "prison search."

Then he fell heavily to the ground, and His Excellency the Supreme Master on the opposite side was pale-but he was not wearing any clothes.

Zhang Dianyu: "..."