Rebuilding Base is Under Construction

"Wait," Zhang Dianyu thought about his neck, and quickly tried to stop Strange who was stimulated by the sudden streaking, "I can explain--but, are you the Supreme Master Doctor Strange?"

"That?" The opposite Strange grasped the point sharply.

"This is a complicated story." Zhang Dianyu sighed and was about to continue speaking, and found that his feet were off the ground again.

"?"

Is this Strange so grumpy?

"Where are my cloak and...necklace?" Strange asked in a deep voice.

Zhang Dianyu understood that what Strange really cared about was not streaking, but his two treasured artifacts.

After using the "prison search" skill several times before, Zhang Dianyu received a report later that the prison guards found clothes and guns scattered everywhere in the evidence room, which proved that the disarmed did not disappear out of thin air. , But became a part of the normal process...A ghost, Zhang Dianyu spent a lot of brain cells covering up the facts from the guards who came to report, pretending that a mysterious righteous police likes to suddenly send many criminal clues. Contacted the judicial department to collect the evidence.

If it wasn't for this guard who wasn't a pixel villain, Zhang Dianyu wouldn't have to waste his words to explain.

But even so, the guard didn't seem to hesitate at all, and accepted this statement very quickly, which made Zhang Dianyu feel confident about the reason for making up his own.

Although I still feel that something is wrong.

Later, someone posted an anonymous post on the Internet, as a "Guide to Prison" for special criminals-the basic strategy is that you must not debunk the botched lie of **oss, otherwise it may trigger the brutal nature under the boss mask and be shut down. The tomb without the sky is accompanied by the dead body.

But right now Zhang Dianyu was in the "sandbox", and Strange and Stark who were with him disappeared, not to mention the bill they were looking for. He didn't know how to leave.

He decided to explain to this Strange from another world, hoping that the other party would understand.

"Your things are in my warehouse, as long as—"

Before he finished speaking, he found his neck was pinched by an invisible hand again.

Zhang Dianyu: "?"

This Strange is really a bit grumpy?

In the same scorching desert, a man in a blue robe crossed his chest and stood beside a little boy with black hair. The two of them hid themselves in the shadows on the back of the sand dunes, their feet sunk deep into the sand, and their faces were a little numb.

The black-haired boy scratched his head: "When are they going to hit?"

Strange didn't respond for a long time.

"Are you asleep?" The black-haired boy raised his face to look at him.

"..." Strange glanced at him: "I don't know."

"Isn't that your cloak?" the black-haired boy pointed out.

"Yes."

"Can't you ask?"

Strange was silent for a moment and replied, "I don't know which one is my cloak."

After all, they look exactly the same, and when they meet, they fought so hard that even he couldn't stop them.

From being caught off guard at the beginning, until now, Strange has almost gradually guessed what is going on in this situation-the other cloak is obviously also genuine, so it means that Strange from another world is also here. .

The floating cloak is his-obviously, the other one is-his best partner. If it is not necessary for emergency situations or other reasons, it will usually be by Strange's side.

So why does it appear here?

Strange also has some speculations about this.

He had seen such a situation before. It was in a prison. He was doing psychological counseling for a prisoner, and his clothes suddenly disappeared.

According to the information he integrated from Banner and Stark—this was obviously the warden’s job.

As for why he suddenly stripped all the prisoners' clothes in broad daylight, it is unknown.

Maybe it's a special hobby-he used to think that Mr. Warden might have various psychological problems, but now that he found that the Warden was not a human being, it would be better to explain.

The hobbies of inhuman beings are of course harder to understand.

He also knew what happened later. Those clothes and the weapons hidden by the prisoners were found in the evidence room. Based on the fingerprints and other information on the contraband, the guards sent most of the prisoners into the confinement room. .

Maybe Mr. Warden just wanted to rectify the atmosphere, Strange thought.

All in all, he thought about what would happen if the warden used this strange power on him-after all, the cloak is not an ordinary "weapon", it has self-awareness and is close to life, but it cannot be counted as life. .

Now he knows-it may be halfway.

Strange listened to the occasional fabric tearing, his face expressionless.

"You." He finally decided to try to convince another cloak-no matter which one it was. "You should be able to sense his presence, right?"

Both cloaks stopped, looked at Strange, then pointed at himself.

Strange: "..."

"You know who I'm talking about." With a straight face, he reached out and said to the two cloaks, "Come back."

One of the cloaks raised a corner and scratched his raised collar, whizzed back to Strange, and clicked on the buckle.

Okay, now he knows which of his cloaks is.

The other cloak was floating in the air and shaking the cloth, looking very angry. Strange frowned slightly, because he didn't know why the cloak was angry.

The cloak floated in front of Strange and shook violently at him. A cloud of dust suddenly floated into the air, making people want to sneeze.

Strange: "..."

The black-haired boy next to him reluctantly poured the sand in his shoes, raised his face and said to Strange, "Now we can go-but for the other one, you should really wash the cloak."

This sentence caused the cloak floating in the air to chase the black-haired boy to shake the dust. As the black-haired boy fled, he waved his arms wildly: "Doctor-Mage? Or respected Mr. Chef, please take care of your cloak!"

"Sorry, it's not my cloak, it's another Stephen Strange's cloak." Strange said coolly from the side, then frowned again and asked his cloak, "But I still I don't understand why it looks a little angry."

The cloak on Strange was raising a horn, gloating at the other cloak to bully the other Stark who was fitted into the body of the black-haired boy, and then he paused when he heard Strange's questioning. .

It pointed to the identical cloak floating in the air, and then made a listening motion, pointed at Strange himself, and then made a rejection motion.

Perhaps it was because of the long-term spirituality, Strange thought for a while, and guessed: "You mean, because I am here, it can't sense another Stephen?"

The cloak nodded his horn.

Strange thought slightly, and raised his hand to stop another cloak that was still chasing the boy: "I can take you to find your current master."

The sound of this sentence was not loud, but the effect was so impressive that the cloak stopped as soon as it heard it.

"It wants to strangle me." The black-haired boy complained.

Strange was expressionless: "It's not just that it thinks."

The black-haired boy thought for a while and nodded: "It may be."

Strange looked at the cloak: "I don't know where the other Stephen is, but I am not a fake, I think you already know."

The cloak squeezed out another dust.

"..." Strange: "In this way, I won't take you to him."

Cloak reluctantly reached an agreement with him.

One big and one small plus a floating cloak restarted their trek.

The black-haired boy slapped the dust off his body and said to Strange, "We can go to Mr. Warden first, he is quite dangerous here." He looked at Strange and said, " But it’s okay, you have a floating cloak."

This inexplicable statement made Strange a little puzzled, but he didn't intend to get to the bottom of it.

He shook his head: "Let's look for the bill first, and exchange the two of you-don't worry, I won't easily treat the warden to the other one."

Black-haired boy: "Oh...I'm not talking about you, but men who don't wear clothes."

Strange was silent for a moment: "What I said...maybe the same."

The black-haired boy gave him a curious look: "Are you not wearing clothes?"

"No." Strange paused. "Yes-but that's not my problem."

"Man..." The black-haired boy patted his elbow sympathetically, without saying anything.

Strange: "?"

But in fact, the other Strange was obviously not as happy as he thought. At least Zhang Dianyu felt so, even though Strange had used magic to get himself a fake dress.

But Zhang Dianyu was still forced to float in the air, let alone counterattack, and could not even touch Strange.

"I've already explained the situation, doctor, can you let me down first." Zhang Dianyu rubbed his neck, feeling that he was almost cut off by the void hand just now.

"No," Strange replied, "I can't tell whether you are telling the truth."

"Or you don't want me to discover that your clothes are fake." Zhang Dianyu said.

Strange glanced at him coldly, and actually let him down.

Zhang Dianyu breathed a sigh of relief. In any case, Strange seemed to have accepted his statement despite his stiff mouth.

After all, besides that, he has no other possibility to enter another Stark's spiritual world.

"So, where should we find someone?" Zhang Dianyu threw the question to Strange-after all, the last time he came here, he remembered being chased by a group of unclothed prison guards, and even pitted Stark. A handful.

He couldn't help but look up at the sky.

The golden sun hung in the center of the head, and the sand under the scorching sun seemed to exude a hot breath. This is a different place from last time-in his "nightmare", there is a blood red sun.

Think about it, that might represent the fiscal deficit he fears most?

But since that was his dream—and the bill also said, it was actually a sandbox, and it was also connected to Stark’s dream.

So what is Stark's dream?

Zhang Dianyu turned his head and waited for Strange's answer, but slowly opened his mouth.

If he read it right, at the intersection of the horizon and the sky, there seemed to be a group of giant steely creatures slowly revealing their bodies.

Strange saw his expression, and after he cast a magic to fix the distance between the two, he also turned his head and looked behind him, then frowned.

"That seems to be a group of...mechanical octopuses?" Zhang Dianyu was a little confused, but also guessed what was going on. "This should be Stark's dream, right?"

"The Nth-generation Stark Titanium Mecha Squid, an envisioned extinction war machine."

A voice appeared behind him.

Zhang Dianyu turned his head abruptly, and then covered his neck with a hiss.

"At least it says that on the blueprints I found, but it hasn't actually been released yet-what's wrong with your neck?"

The person here is Stark-the one Zhang Dianyu knew, Stark in their world.

Zhang Dianyu coughed and glanced at the other Strange.

Stark also looked at him: "Who is the naked man behind you—wait, Stephen? Oh, no, you are another Stephen. Why don't you wear clothes?"

Zhang Dianyu looked away.

The other Strange's face is not so good: "Are you the Tony Stark of the so-called other universe?"

"It doesn't look like I need to introduce the summary." Stark paused, and reached out his hand and clicked in the void. "It looks more comfortable now."

Zhang Dianyu was a little puzzled: "What is more comfortable?"

"I adjusted some data-originally to find you, I removed some redundant code used to decorate the scene, such as... uh, you know."

Strange: "..."

He found Zhang Dianyu looking at him silently and added: "That's it, I mean, if you enter the world as a whole, together with your clothes, then your clothes can only pass through your virtual hands. Take it off-can we not discuss this for now? I think this kind of thing is more suitable to talk about at a party."

"Why are you here?" Zhang Dianyu changed the subject stiffly.

Stark spread his hands out: "——It's the most difficult one to answer, great."

"Then change one," Zhang Dianyu asked, "How did you get here?"

In theory, they can only enter here through Strange, but now the other Strange does not know where to wander, as well as the Stark.

"The thing you need, I think I should be—have already done it." Stark shrugged.

Zhang Dianyu opened his mouth, feeling that the sound didn't seem to be his own: "You mean the virtual reality brain connection technology? Only a few days have passed?"

"What are your misunderstandings about Tony Stark?"

Is this the time to brag?

However, Zhang Dianyu still couldn't control his expression. Perhaps it was the admiration in his expression that made Stark very useful. He smiled slightly and stood on the sand dune next to him: "In fact, within these few days, I have basically The deployment in the Alcatraz Island tourist area is complete-only your prison part is left."

After saying this, he sank into the sand dunes.

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

He can only help get Stark out of the sand, who is handsome for less than three seconds.

"The prison cells are almost remodeled," Zhang Dianyu said. "So how long will it take to install the required number of equipment in the prison?"

Stark spit out the sand, then looked at him: "It depends on you."

Doubt appeared on Zhang Dianyu's face.

Stark shrugged: "Have you forgotten? Your prison does not allow anyone to directly sponsor a large amount of property-but you can open tenders, and Stark Industries will undertake the modification."

Zhang Dianyu opened his mouth and closed it again.

To spend money?

He gave Stark a worried look, his eyebrows frowned slightly: "So... it may take a while."

Taking in a large number of prisoners can also bring a sum of money, but it is still not enough-the only way is to implement the previous plan as soon as possible and send super criminals out to work.

Lex Luther took the construction team to move the bricks for two weeks at the site of the collapse of his own building that he had caused. During the hearing, he wore his face so tanned by the sun that he couldn't distinguish his facial features. Recorded it.

I heard that he actually won a lot of favorable voices for himself by this-Zhang Dianyu rolled his eyes when watching the news.

But this money has also fallen into the pocket of the prison, even if it is a win-win situation.

Obviously, Stark also understood what he meant. He spread his hands: "That's why I didn't tell you in advance."

"So," Strange, who was floating in the air wearing a fake coat, said suddenly, "Can you find someone in this world?"

"Almost, but I don't intend to cross the border to obtain too many permissions-do you know who the administrator of this ‘virtual platform’ is? It’s the world itself, believe me, it’s not very good at mind."

Zhang Dianyu thought about the big plan conspired by the two "people", the world and the bill, and felt that Stark was right.

"Find them."

Strange ignored Stark's nonsense and gave simple and flat orders.

Although he looked extremely indifferent, Zhang Dianyu thought about his current situation and felt that he had better keep a low profile.

Although his eyes were tricking himself into whitewashing everything, in fact Strange was still naked.

"No, the first priority is to escape." Stark glanced at the direction of the horizon, "God, this world—no, what the **** did Tony in another universe do..."

Strange glanced at him, raised his eyebrows slightly, but said nothing.

The Stark Titanium Mecha Squid in the distance was approaching their direction, making heavy noises every time they landed, and the sand slumped, making the ground somewhat unsafe.

The three ran in opposite directions-except that Strange was floating.

Zhang Dianyu can also understand. Although this desert is fake, it feels a bit hot across the shoes under the hot sunlight.

Why on earth would Stark dream of such a place?

Zhang Dianyu thought for a while, maybe it was the desert.

When a person loses his memory, what he can still dream about is probably the most important scene in his heart. For Tony Stark, no matter which Stark it is, the most important turning point in his life is nothing more than the desert that has imprisoned him for months.

His real life started there, and he eventually returned to the same place.

Zhang Dianyu sighed in his heart.

Although Stark, who was put in the body of the black-haired boy, looked unpleasant at all, he hadn't forgotten that they met for the first time in the desert, and the other party did not hesitate to show him who was being hunted. A helping hand came out.

But every time he came here, he seemed to have to face the plot of chasing and killing-Zhang Dianyu felt the vibration of the ground.

A terrible red light lit up on the huge mechanical squid, killing all moving objects it touched.

Is this really another machine made by Stark?

The three of them ran deep and shallow in the desert, each with their own minds for a while, without speaking.

Fortunately, the desert is not empty. Every some distance, there will be vacant huts. It seems that some people have lived in it. This was the place where Stark once again scanned with higher authority to hide, and took the two of them into it, and opened a panel door to hide in the basement.

"Don't worry, according to the above settings, the mechanical squid will not probe here." Stark said while looking at the object in the void.

Zhang Dianyu thought for a while, maybe this is how others feel when he looks at the game panel and talks?

"The thing outside," he finally couldn't help asking, "It's really..."

Stark was stunned, seeming a little uncomfortable, but he nodded.

Strange suddenly turned his head to look at them.

"Uh, are we too close?" Stark asked politely. After all, although this Strange looked similar to the one they knew, it was actually not their friend.

And he hasn't put on clothes yet.

Strange's face darkened: "What I want to say is not about this matter-the mechanical squid is indeed used to destroy the world, but it is not something made by his subjective will. He is controlled."

Zhang Dianyu nodded.

Strange continued: "But maybe you have heard of sentinel robots or other things that are worse than this."

Zhang Dianyu: "...?"

"If that's the case, can't he be called a superhero?" Strange asked.

Zhang Dianyu did not answer, and Stark beside him was also silent.

"I came here because he was entrusted by his friends-he did die. He had this chance of death, but left the choice to others." Strange said calmly, "It was the captain who chose He resurrected him. But he didn’t wake up immediately, so he found me and helped regain his consciousness."

"Regarding the'Super Human Registration Act' you mentioned," Strange closed his eyes and pondered for a moment. "The last time this happened, I was in the North Pole."

Zhang Dianyu thought for a while: "That's not your problem, you just don't have the opportunity to participate—"

"I took the initiative to go to the refuge in the Arctic and fast for forty days, far away from that place of right and wrong." Strange said, "because this is a war without results."

Zhang Dianyu: "..." It's difficult to chat with the Supreme Master, no matter which world it is.

"Sometimes, there is no optimal solution." Strange left this sentence and turned to the stairs in the basement. "I was already back to the outside world, and Stark supposedly should wake up as well-but I was accidentally pulled into this weird place by you, so I can only follow to find it."

He looked back at Zhang Dianyu: "Tell him to wake up as soon as possible after the matter is resolved, so as not to ruin my reputation for practicing medicine."

"?" Zhang Dianyu: "Do you also practice medicine with candles and chalk?"

Strange looked cold: "Yes."

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

"Wait!" Stark interrupted suddenly, "What happened to him that he should have woken up-don't you mean that he has already recovered his memory?"

Strange paused: "In your terms, his brain is now like a hard drive. When the backup he made was overwritten, the memory has been restored. It's just that his consciousness is not connected to the hard drive for the time being. And I just entered his spiritual world to find his consciousness."

"No, no," Stark said, "I mean, you said that your business was over before he entered this'sandbox world'? His consciousness has driven the'hard drive', recovery Memory?"

Strange frowned slightly: "What, isn't it?"

Now Zhang Dianyu also understood.

The Tony Stark of that universe is well-deserved-he really is a big liar.

He had remembered who he was from the beginning, but from the moment he was suddenly dragged into this sandbox world, he was pretending to know nothing.

And "Mom" also yelled especially slippery.

Zhang Dianyu felt a bit of myocardial infarction.

Strange nodded at them and went up the stairs.

"You don't have to leave now, maybe you can wait for the other Stark to come back together?" Stark asked casually.

Strange's face was hard: "When I leave here, consciousness will return to the body-the same is true for my cloak."

In other words, he is wearing clothes in the real world, which is why he is eager to go back.

Stark: "..."

This is inconvenient for people to stay.

After Strange left, the tremor of the ground outside gradually weakened, and the interval became longer and longer.

It seemed that the mechanical squid had left.

"Have you ever thought, maybe that Stark wants to throw you off on purpose?" Stark asked suddenly.

Zhang Dianyu was slightly taken aback.

But why?

He hesitated and asked: "Why?"

Unexpectedly, Stark also shook his head, and sighed suddenly after a while: "This Tony Stark who counts as an exhaustive plan..."

Then he found Zhang Dianyu staring at him with complicated eyes, and immediately clarified: "I'm not talking about myself!"

Zhang Dianyu had doubts in his eyes.

Stark: "...At most 30% are talking about myself, and all the others are talking about another Stark."

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

After the house stopped intermittently shaking, they climbed up from the basement. The red lights that crossed the ground also moved away with the huge group of mechanical squids. Only by looking far away could you see the black spots of steel in the distance.

Zhang Dianyu looked at the hot sand under his feet, and the terrifying world-destroying squid in the distance-logically speaking, they only appeared in the mind of another Stark, but the world transplanted them into the sandbox. Purposeful.

I have to say that Zhang Dianyu seems to have thought about it with the world on this level.

They all plan to bring super criminals here to serve their sentences happily.

Of course, it is the group that refuses to cooperate-presumably after they have consumed enough energy here, they can reduce some of the jailbreak and go out to make trouble.

"What are you thinking about?" Stark stabbed him with an elbow suddenly.

Zhang Dianyu then realized that he was a little lost.

"Thinking about... future plans."

Stark smiled slightly.

Zhang Dianyu looked at each other and found that the man's expression was a bit unspeakable and complicated.

"how?"

"I know why it's called Biosphere 46." Stark shrugged.

"Why?" Zhang Dianyu asked.

"Originally, Stark put all the superpowers who opposed the Superhuman Registration Act in negative space prison No. 42-Biosphere 1 made our planet, and Biosphere 2 was the famous failed experiment."

"So, here is one of his backup plans?" Zhang Dianyu was a little shocked.

Stark shrugged: "If a prison will fail-then exile the superpowers to another world, this is Biosphere 45 and Biosphere 46, a world with super powers, and a world without super powers. The world."

Zhang Dianyu was dumbfounded.

This Stark-no, that Stark, is it really uncomfortable not to do something big?

Stark shrugged, suddenly lay down and plunged into the sand, squinting at the dazzling golden sun.

"Backup plan..."

Zhang Dianyu hesitated for a while, and followed Stark to sit down beside him. After a moment of silence, he immediately got up and squatted to the side.

His little head was filled with big question marks.

The ground is too hot—is Stark crazy?

"Didn't you mean that you never planned?" Zhang Dianyu asked suspiciously.

"Not right now," Stark said. "They are all in the future. But you never know what the future will look like, right?"

Zhang Dianyu opened his mouth, but did not speak.

He suddenly remembered that the one in front of him was also Stark-and they had just discussed another Stark's wonderful utopia. Who knows what is thinking in this Stark's head? After all, he also agreed to sign the Super Human Registration Act.

Zhang Dianyu licked his lips.

Stark suddenly opened his eyes and looked at him.

Zhang Dianyu seemed to be seen through his mind, a little uncomfortable. He turned his head and glanced at the sun, but was forced back by the dazzling sunlight, and subconsciously reached out to cover it.

"It's like our future." Stark's voice came from his ears. "In this world, not many people are willing to look directly at it."

The author has something to say: 　　 Thanks for the rocket launcher and irrigation, pick up the little angel and tweeted!

Thanks to the little angel who threw the rocket launcher: 1 Changle Weiyang;

Thanks to the little angel who irrigated the nutrient solution: 20 bottles of Xixi; 10 bottles of inlays; 1 bottle of Chenxing, Ling, and Gu Fei;