Rebuilding Base is Under Construction

Everyone retired from the room, and Zhang Dianyu used the excellent acting skills to win a little trust for Mr. Fergus-probably?

He was still a little dizzy, but Mr. Vogels was apparently very leisurely, and he stood silently beside the bed, grabbing his sleeves, and did not try to leave.

Zhang Dianyu pondered.

Since the Super British have been to Untitled Town, they must have found the anomalies there as well. If he put Mr. Fergus back home at this time, wouldn't he still be chased by Fry and questioned?

He sighed and leaned against the bedside, thinking about whether to give up.

However, it was not easy to get a new character-every time he was half-dead, and there were various surprises and surprises.

At this time, Secostone showed that it was unavailable, so he left Mr. Fergus as a switchable role, and was really reluctant to discard it.

After thinking about it, Zhang Dianyu decided to let Mr. Fergus stay with him.

He looked up to meet the old warden's undisturbed gaze. Considering that the people at the door just walked fast when they left, which was completely different from the initial precautions, he estimated that he could not let himself fly in the room. He must have installed surveillance equipment secretly here.

He could only tilt his head slightly and motioned to the chair next to him: "Mr. Fergus, sit here for a while."

The old warden did not raise any objections and sat silently aside.

From such behavior, it seems that he will execute the order in Zhang Dianyu's words.

Zhang Dianyu was relieved in secret. The old prison warden has retired and does not belong to the prison staff. At this time, I am afraid he can not obey his instructions. But again, the retired warden has no tasks to perform, and he will make some simple responses without violating the settings.

In other words, he is a social idler who has nothing to do. Although he is not controlled, he can make any demands on him.

Zhang Dianyu figured in her heart.

He originally planned to hire the old warden back in the name of a consultant and let him live within 10 meters of himself, so that he could switch roles at any time like Sycostone.

But since the old prison warden can respond to his demands, maybe he can pay no wages.

Zhang Dianyu couldn't help showing a smile.

Mr. Fergus was unaware of this and sat beside him indifferently.

"Are we all right?" Stark sat down with his back to the big screen in the control room next to him, picked up a packet of dried cranberries and threw it into his mouth, "Why me Feeling a little perverted? That's the bedroom. "

He received three disapproving gazes.

"Otherwise, how can we rest assured that the warden is alone with Mr. Fergus? Fergus is still the suspect in several cases." Fury said solemnly, "This is a helpless move, Mr. Warden will understand of."

"Okay," Stark clapped his hands and stood up. "When he understands--I'm sure he will make a confusing move, but I'm used to it."

Fury was silent for a moment, glanced at Strance, and said, "About what happened in the room just now ..."

"There are a lot of doubts." Batman continued.

"Nonsense," Stark said. "Did you see Mr. Warden suddenly wake up-just a few hours ago, my doctor said he was healthy and healthy enough to go to the prison restaurant now?" Raise the barbell, but he's just sleepy there. "

Batman: "..."

I have to say that the scene in the prison restaurant was really impressive.

"So, do you think Mr. Fergus is still the key to all of this?" Fry frowned slowly and said, "But from the slightly abnormal appearance of the warden, it does not seem to resist Mr. Fergus. Appears. "

Stark grinned. "Not only."

The monitor screen was now facing Mr. Warden leaning on the bedside, and he looked into the camera with his eyes slightly raised and the corners of his mouth raised.

Mr. Fergus turned his back slightly to the screen, making him invisible.

Someone pushed the door into the control room: "Mr. Stark, Mr. Warden's breakfast is ready."

Stark waved indifferently: "Send it."

Three eyes focused on him.

Stark: "?"

When the lazy knocking sounded, Zhang Dianyu cleared her dry throat slightly and raised her voice: "Please come in."

Stark brought in a plate: "This is a breakfast specially prepared by ... an expert who has studied the cuisine of various countries."

"Thank you," Zhang Dianyu replied.

Stark glanced at him. Mr. Dian, the prison governor, was so strange in front of his teacher that since he woke up to now, he has never said any unspeakable nonsense, which is really shocking.

Judging by the character of the warden, if he has any handle in Mr. Fergus's hand, he will not show such a reaction.

Stark left breakfast and left. He returned to the control room and immediately met three more eyes.

"Go on your own if you want to know." He felt a little upset and pointed his thumb at the door behind him.

Strange shook his head: "No, we can all see it here."

Stark: "..."

He sat next to his hips and stretched his tired neck and neck: "If something happens, the artificial intelligence will call the police."

"How likely we are," Stranger's voice suddenly sounded in the silent room, "can bring the current Warden Master back into the bedroom cubicle, and let me repeat the ritual just now ? "

Stark asked, "Don't you say it was surgery?"

"Surgery," Strange corrected sloppily.

Fury: "..." He felt a slight headache.

Batman interrupted the tit-for-tat between the two: "So, do you suspect the warden is still having problems?"

"Of course," said Strange, "we all know that he was awake the moment he saw Mr. Fergus-and we all know that his usual behavior was quite weird. As far as I discovered The fact that there is no deep consciousness in his brain. "

His eyes flickered over the faces of several people: "What if we always face such an empty-headed person?"

There was a little silence in the room for a moment, and Batman slowly answered, "He looks very real."

"Except for a few moments," Strinch said, "and you've all seen that moment."

Batman and Stark glanced at each other.

"Actually," Stark cleared his throat. "It's the two of us we've met, and Peter and Banner-so you mean, maybe he's 'dropped' sometimes?"

Strinch: "Maybe."

Stark frowned. He pondered for a moment and glanced at Batman: "What do you think?"

Batman nodded slightly: "There's a bit of truth, too."

"It sounds perfunctory," Stark accused. "But I agree."

Immediately afterwards, they were in a new deadlock.

"So ..." Fry glanced over the people present. "How are you going to get Mr. Warden into the circle surrounded by candles?"

"First of all," Stark said slowly, "when he is awake he certainly won't agree-I and Mr. Warden may cooperate in the future, and I quit."

He looked at Strance aside: "Why didn't Mr. Warden recognize you as his psychiatrist?"

Strange expressed a deep expression: "Maybe he didn't notice, so I can't show up again."

Stark didn't believe it.

Immediately after Fury said, "As the Director of SHIELD, it is certainly impossible to suddenly attack a warden."

Finally, three eyes slowly fell on Batman's face.

Batman: "..."

Stark showed a bit of revenge.

"I refuse," Batman said.

"If this matter is related to Mr. Fergus, and the warden does not let him leave at this time." He said slowly, "then bringing the warden secretly into a cubicle will alarm Fergus, This is not appropriate. "

"If we find that the warden is under the control of Fergus, can't we just grab him directly?" Stark asked rhetorically.

"If not?" Batman asked.

The scene was once again deadlocked.

"Maybe we can let Mr. Warden stay here for a few more days," Strange said. "And he's better now than he was in prison."

Stark remembered the crazy speech of the warden before the incident, and showed an expression of unbearable patience.

"So ... is Banner able to sustain it?" Frey asked.

Stark glanced at Batman, and the two looked thoughtful.

"Have you controlled the way that cellphones flow into prison?" Stark asked suddenly. "We discussed this issue at the beginning."

"Indeed, we discussed it," Batman replied. "It's because they bought a phone made by Wayne Enterprise, and the rest is unavailable."

Stark showed a proud look: "So, I think Stark Industries is also involved in building materials, medical, and catering."

Batman doesn't comment.

Since it is not possible to fill the vacancy of the prison by going beyond the authority of the warden at this time, they can also do something about purchasing materials from the prison-or charity.

"So," Fry glanced at the screen tightly, and Mr. Warden was tasting the breakfast Stark brought in, with a little surprised expression on his face. "How can you guarantee that Warden Warlord will be willing? Stay here? "

"I can't guarantee it," Stark replied lazily. "But why did the warden change his life with the clown, I know that."

Batman looked at him first.

"It's a long story at this point," Stark paused, "remember the gossip I said, Mr. Warden has placed a prisoner beside the office ..."

At this time in the bedroom, Zhang Dianyu tasted the breakfast sent by Stark, and felt in her heart that Iron Man's chef at home was really unusual. The exquisiteness and deliciousness of the dishes exceeded his expectations-of course, it may also be that he was used to eating potatoes and cabbage in prison, and anything can awaken his long-sleeping taste buds.

He set the used plate aside and leaned back slightly, thinking about what to do next.

A dozen hours ago, the clown turned his prison upside down, and now he desperately finds that the mess is his own.