Rebuilding Base is Under Construction

Perhaps it was due to Zhang Dianyu's cooperation, or it could be because the elder and bald warden could not help convincing him. He was escorted by several people to the SHIELD jet, but he was polite.

He was taken to a room with a large conference table and a man in a long black trench coat standing on his back with his hands on his back.

Zhang Dianyu doesn't need to guess who knows who it is. He must like the deep-shielded SHIELD director Fury.

"Mr. Fergus," said the man in the room, turning to the chair next to him, "please sit down."

Zhang Dianyu could only sit down, while everyone else was standing, the height of the momentum was immediately highlighted.

"Mr. Fergus, regarding the post of warden you have been in, I think," Fury's voice sounded dignified, "we have a few questions that must be answered."

Zhang Dianyu smiled kindly, trying to make herself fit for the retired old prison director.

He glanced over Iron Man in the room with his face open, with a slight headache. He remembered that not long ago, he revealed everything in front of Stark, and happily declared that he was in the game.

Although the other party didn't believe it, it was a bit troublesome to explain.

Would you just follow their thoughts and say that you were too sad and mad because of the death of seccostone?

Although he has not returned to his body, Zhang Dianyu is already thinking about countermeasures to get rid of trouble in the future.

"Have you ever executed a prisoner who offended you in the transformer room?"

Fury's voice interrupted his thinking and made him look up in amazement.

The reaction of the balding man made several people very satisfied. Obviously, the topic was thrown out when they opened the door, which really caught the other side off guard.

And it just so happened to prove that this is more or less rumor.

Zhang Dianyu was lost in thought.

He couldn't say that he hadn't done it-but it seemed that he hadn't done it right.

When this game was still a computer game, it was done by mouse and keyboard. There are several legendary prisoners working around the prison, and even one counter-killed a dozen of his guards, so angry that he learned this method from the forum.

But after the execution of a wave of troubled prisoners, he began to feel boring again, and simply flattened the new thorn-head treatment room, and built a confinement room in the original area.

But when Frey asked it seriously, the taste seemed to change.

Zhang Dianyu thought about it, he would always go back to his own body. This matter would not let the old prison prisoner carry the pot anyway—and if he recognized it, it would be a big and round pot.

Mr. Fergus was afraid he wouldn't be retired in prison.

Zhang Dianyu stared directly at Fury's eyes, smiling: "Before answering this question, may I ask you?" He looked around at several people present and added: "I know these are superheroes on TV, They will fly in the sky to beat the bad guys, and the children in the town often call their names. "

In compiling this sentence, he thought of the little pixel boy who was pulled by his father with no expression to visit the prison.

Presumably he doesn't care what a superhero is, Zhang Dianyu thought.

"Nick Fury," the black director replied, "the current director of SHIELD."

The other was a retiring warden, and he didn't think he needed to explain what SHIELD was. Sure enough, the opposite man groaned for a moment, and nodded slightly: "Hello, Chief Fury."

"It's time for you to answer my question, Mr. Fergus." Fury returned to his question.

"Director Fury," Zhang Dianyu smiled graciously and kindly, making the slightly fat seniors more convincing, "You know, in the prison where I once served as the warden, I never even applied for the execution chamber. "He smiled and said," I don't like seeing casualties in prison-but as a warden, there will always be some rumors about you. "

Zhang Dianyu showed a regretful but helpless look.

Unexpectedly, Fry did not buy anything: "Mr. Fergus, if I can, I hope to get a positive answer."

Zhang Dianyu sighed in her heart, this bald director is not easy to lie.

But who is not a bald?

"I, Harrison Fergus, a former warden, never executed any prisoner during his term."

This sentence is true. The executioner of the prisoner was Zhang Dianyu, which has nothing to do with Fergus.

The bald man's answer was so quick and decisive that some of the people present had a hint of suspicion-was it their guess that the culprit was not the retired old warden?

But he was full of mysteries.

It's just that except for the transformer room, other things are not easy to ask directly. They can only tap in secret to get the truth out of his mouth.

"Now it's my turn to ask questions." Zhang Dianyu took the lead. "You should find here today, not just for the rumors of such a prison?"

Stark suddenly opened his face and stared at him, while the others looked dignified.

Zhang Dianyu asked verbatim: "Is it the current Mr. Warden, my beloved student, what happened to him?"

It should not be a problem to give yourself a life.

He wasn't afraid to confront him anyway. As long as he sees the warden himself, he can even spot the two horns on the spot to ensure that no one can see the problem.

The opposite Stark suddenly looked dark, glanced at the two next to him, and finally he said: "Mr. Fergus, you guessed it, he is now ... seriously injured."

Is it okay to be seriously injured? Zhang Dianyu talked secretly.

He just showed his concern.

Stark was silent for a moment: "Mr. Warden at this time ... is in a coma, and has not yet found a way to restore his consciousness."

Zhang Dianyu opened her eyes slightly.

Is he unconscious? What about the treatment needle in prison? He thought it over and realized a hint. If there is an option for a character to choose whether to terminate the character before he dies, then he also saw that prompt when he was dying as a warden, which means that he did die once.

But since he didn't really end the character, the warden is now in a coma and unconscious state, and what trigger conditions may be needed-which means he must go and see.

But he still didn't understand why cycostone died so thoroughly? He has tried everything he can, but has never re-summoned a panel for swapping roles with SECCO Stone.

If he sees the warden this time and can see the role switch panel between the two people, he may be able to know whether cycostone can be "resurrected".

Zhang Dianyu and Stark looked at each other with a look of anticipation in their anxiety: "Can I see him?"

The sad and revealing expression of the old prison warden caused a touch of movement. They did not think about the relationship between the old prison warden and the current warden—but it is not surprising to think about it.

Stark secretly communicated with other people's eyes and replied, "Of course, Mr. Fergus."

Zhang Dianyu was relieved.

At least he was already in place. As for what happened to the warden's body, only by seeing it could he figure out how to figure it out.

But he thinks he has a lot of hope for changing back.

His inexplicable confidence comes from the "main interface" mentioned in the prompt. In other words, the body of the warden can now be regarded as himself.

Isn't he right to return to his body?

No matter what, he couldn't just go bald like this, and his head felt cold.

It was really not far from the town to their destination, and soon the jets started to slow down and land, and finally lightly touched the ground on a spacious tarmac.

Zhang Dianyu was a little dim as he stepped off the hatch.

Say yes to the warden-this tarmac looks too luxurious, right? There is a big gap with the overgrown temporary parking lot next to the prison.

Did Stark lie to him and turn him to the SHIELD station? Want to slice him for research?

Stark hesitated when he saw the old warden's worried look: "Mr. Fergus, you don't have to worry, in fact Mr. Warden ..." He opened his mouth, remembering that the warden leaned in before On the side of the wall, the suit suit was soaked with blood. It was really impossible to say the phrase "not seriously injured." He could only change one way. "In fact, his injury has been treated, but ... for the time being No wake up. "

"I understand." Zhang Dianyu replied without a leak. "In that prison, it doesn't matter if you are seriously injured, so that makes me sound worried."

Stark frowned slightly.

To the chief warden, all the strange things in the prison seemed inconsequential, but the old warden was very clear about what was special about it.

The healing needle that makes people feel like they are back at any time-although they have confirmed it is equivalent to a trigger-is indeed unusual in the eyes of the old warden.

Stark thought slowly. The old warden knew what was special about the prison, but the current warden did not seem to care about it, as if everything was right.

In addition, the young warden was not very knowledgeable about the outside world from the point of view of his behavior—as if he rarely contacted people outside the prison.

Stark couldn't help glancing at Mr. Fergus, who looked worried.

He and Wayne spent a lot of time investigating Mr. Warden's background, but with little success. It's as if this person has lived in prison since he appeared.

Maybe this is the truth.

It wasn't until the old warden retired and stepped down that he entrusted it to students who taught him in person. Then the warden gradually appeared in the eyes of others.

Stark frowned slightly.

Fergus's concerned look was all in his eyes, presumably the two were sympathetic to the father and son. If the old prison warden sees the unconsciousness of Mr. Warden, he will probably be stimulated a lot.

But if he stopped the old warden at this time, I was afraid he would think more.

Several people hurried through the industrial park under construction and reached a relatively secluded living area. Stark led the old warden into the beautiful building in front of him, and the warden was in the innermost bedroom on the top floor of the third floor.

He secretly ordered the medical team to stand by at any time, in order to prevent the old prison warden from being overly irritated later. From another perspective, he was still a suspect of multiple mysteries.

The building was quiet, Starkburn didn't send too many employees here, because the industrial park was just a guise, he just needed to set up a resident next to the prison-similar to Wayne's vacation villa group that does not open at all .

The hurried footsteps on the carpet finally stopped before a door, a medical staff greeted him, Stark nodded to the people behind him, and looked at the old warden: "Mr. Warden is in the room in."

Zhang Dianyu glanced at him and asked with a moan, "Can I see him alone?"

But Stark couldn't agree, and neither could anyone else. Although the relationship between the two chief wardens was very clear under his guess, even so, they could not let the old warden chief who had not yet been suspected to be alone in the same room with the warden chief.

"Sorry, but Mr. Warden's condition at this time is not suitable to meet with you alone." Stark said politely, "He, uh, is relatively weak, and needs medical staff to ensure his condition."

Zhang Dianyu was finally struggling: "He is in a coma, Mr. Stark, he can't see me at all, how can he be too excited?"

Unfortunately Stark still didn't agree.

Zhang Dianyu could only walk into the room with a few gazes and saw the dark-haired young man lying quietly on the bed.

He took a step forward, and no one followed, as if he could move closer.

Zhang Dianyu walked directly to the sleepy prison chief's bed, looking down at the face that belonged to him. He clings slightly, opens his mouth, and speaks nervously in the young man's ear: "Mr. Warden?"

It was followed by a huge ecstasy, he saw a long-lost character switch panel in front of him.

Stark saw the slightly fat old warden slowly approach the sleeping young man, his eyes filled with deep emotions, and he whispered something in the other's ear, then stared at the air with a stun.

He took a deep breath and turned to leave the room.

Batman glanced at his leaving back without saying a word. In fact, the room was a little scary at this time, and no one made even a little noise to interrupt the two's "recounting the old."

Zhang Dianyu wasn't in a hurry to switch roles immediately, because he did see the fact that he had always wanted to figure out here--that is, what happened to the role of Sycostone.

The brown-haired youth's character selection interface appears gray, but it does not disappear, but instead displays the word "Not Available".

This gave Zhang Dianyu a little encouragement-he could return to his body first, and then slowly study the corpse of Sycostone. But with the attention of so many people at present, he can only temporarily suppress the inquiry **.

He carefully chose the role of warden first.

What followed was darkness, but there seemed to be some light-he closed his eyes.

There was uncontrollable joy in his heart. He moved his eyes, but restrained himself carefully, and slowly opened his eyes.

The light in the room was a bit dazzling.

He heard the sound of things falling, more than one.

Batman watched the youth's eyelashes on the bed move slightly, and frowned slightly to open his eyelids. He seemed to be disappointed that the sun was too bright and could not help holding his breath.

Stark, who had just eased the depressive push into the door, stared blankly at the scene.

Strange didn't know what he was thinking, but the Supreme Master, who always didn't speak very well, showed a hint of nostalgia. It was like recalling the time as a neurosurgeon and seeing the patient open his eyes and regain a new life.

Only Fury frowned secretly.

As the director of SHIELD, he saw too many dark sides. Miracles rarely happen, that's just how they appear to others. Behind coincidence is more elaborate planning, and often someone controls everything in the dark.

Just because of the close relationship and deep feelings between the former warden and the current warden, can you wake up with a gentle call-is this a fairy tale?

The sight in front of me looks quite impressive. But then he glanced at the former warden chief and slowly straightened his body, looking down and the frowning youth facing each other with only a look of indifference on his face.