Rebuilding Base is Under Construction

The warden on the bed suddenly lifted the quilt and stepped on the carpet sideways.

Stark: "?"

Zhang Dianyu quickly got up and held the shoulder of the dark-haired young man, then turned to Stark and said, "Mr. Warden is right, we still have some things to discuss." He paused and added: "About-prison Management issues during this period. "

Stark wanted to scratch his head, because the warden he saw seemed slightly different from what he had just seen. The young man bowed his head slightly, trying to stand up from under Mr. Fergus's hand in an almost weird posture.

It seemed a bit impolite to look at the other side here-so he could go back to the control room next door and watch it on the big screen.

So Stark immediately stood up from the kindness: "Okay, then don't disturb your conversation."

He walked out of the room quickly, and Zhang Dianyu immediately released the warden held by him.

As he expected, the on-hook prison warden found that he was outside the prison, and the first thing was to walk back-but Zhang Dianyu forgot one thing, he only wore a thin surgical gown, and even returned Bare feet.

Just a few seconds after he was stunned, the on-hook prison warden had reached the door, unscrewed the door handle, and walked outside silently.

Zhang Dianyu's scalp is numb-this behavior looks like a mental illness? If he doesn't hurry to stop the on-hook prison warden, I am afraid he will be treated as mentally ill.

He was in a dilemma.

Originally, he wanted to pretend that Stark was precarious in his mental state, and made no mention of the understatement that claimed that the prison was a game. It just so happened.

But he was afraid that the British would think he needed to see a psychologist.

Eventually Zhang Dianyu gritted his teeth—just look. Besides, as long as he returned to prison, the super-British people could not treat him on his own site.

Isn't it just a mental illness?

Zhang Dianyu didn't know where the monitor was installed in the room, but he was sure that someone must have seen the behavior of the on-hook warden.

He chased out, hugged the youth from behind, and persuaded, "Mr. Warden, I understand you want to go back, but you-at least need to change clothes."

Zhang Dianyu glanced at Stark, who hurriedly pushed the door from the next door. The other side looked at him slightly, and seemed awkward.

He knew where Stark was embarrassed—a little bit of exposure meant that the control room was next door, right?

But this is not the point. Zhang Dianyu pretended not to find it, but called Stark: "Mr. Stark, can you stop the warden chief?"

"Uh," Stark said, "OK, Mr. Fergus--what's going on?"

The opposite Fergus sighed: "I said I agreed with your suggestion, but Mr. Warden insisted on going back to the prison himself, and even wanted to run out like this."

Stark was stunned.

A few minutes ago, Mr. Warden seemed to be seriously considering his proposal, and agreed to talk to Fergus, asking the old Warden to go back to represent the prison affairs. Why did he suddenly want to leave?

He had just returned to the control room from the next door, and before he could even see what was happening in the surveillance, he saw the warden out of the room and Mr. Fergus chased him out.

So he had to rush out to see the situation.

But now he found out that even though he was out, he still didn't know what was going on.

The door behind Stark was pushed open a gap again, and a figure in a white coat came out of it with a serious face.

"Tony, I think Mr. Warden may not know what he is doing at this time. Maybe it is a mental problem caused by a series of recent incidents. Maybe I can diagnose it for him," Stranger said earnestly.

"Ah ... really?" Stark wasn't sure if Strang was serious now, after all, he had been a psychiatrist for a few days.

It wasn't until Strange turned to Mr. Fergus's gaze and blinked at him secretly.

Stark: "..."

Fergus next to him tried to stop Mr. Warden and asked, "Excuse me, is this?"

"It's the psychiatrist in the prison, Dr. Strange," Stark replied. "Maybe the warden hasn't had time to tell you-the prison is different from the previous one, and a special psychiatric area has been established. To treat psychiatric offenders. "

Zhang Dianyu showed a look of sudden realization.

He actually wanted to say that he always had correspondence with the warden chief—but he was afraid that they could find the clues through the mail reception room and found that this was a lie. So I simply gave up the idea.

"So," Zhang Dianyu slowly glanced at them from the perspective of Fergus, "Do you live together?"

The scene fell into a brief silence.

Strangy stared at Stark stiffly, and nodded in the horrified look of the other side: "Yes, Mr. Fergus."

Stark: "..."

Zhang Dianyu didn't expect Strange to fly this way. But he even hoped that Stark would come out of the shock as soon as possible and help him stop the young warden. He could not hold on to the on-hook warden who was going to the stairs.

You know he's just a 63-year-old bald retired senior.

Fortunately, Stark seemed to have heard his voice, and walked quickly to stand in front of the on-hook warden: "Mr. Fergus, please let me take the warden to check?"

Of course Zhang Dianyu couldn't let them take people away: "I thought he just had a problem with his head?"

"Yes, we can do an MRI of his brain to see if his brain activity area is abnormal. For mental patients, their brain active area is different from ordinary people." Lanci answered next.

Zhang Dianyu didn't believe that this Supreme Master was so bad that he must try to misbehave his body.

"Or," Stark thought, "If you can't rest assured Mr. Warden, you can come with us?"

Zhang Dianyu felt a little skeptical, but agreed.

But when he was blocked by a heavy electromagnetic shielding door, he found that he was in a good position.

This Iron Man is also bad!

Director Fury seems busy and is said to have left. Batman suddenly emerged, and according to Steck, he was afraid that the old warden would be too worried to accompany him to wait for the result.

Zhang Dianyu sat on the sofa outside the screened door, with the opposite hands falling on his knees, and looked at his Batman silently with a smile.

This clearly came to monitor Fergus.

"It's been more than half an hour, Mr. Batman," Zhang Dianyu couldn't help but stand up. "I'm an old man in his sixties. I know how long MRI will take-what's wrong with my students?"

"The instrument needs to be warmed up, and no one usually uses it." Batman also stood up, and even took a step forward, instantly overwhelming the old warden from the momentum, "You can sit back on the sofa and wait ,please."

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

He could only sit back silently.

In the inspection room across the wall, the scanning instruments were piled at the corners, and the complicated magic array was painted with chalk on the free space in the middle, surrounded by candle circles exactly like before.

This scene is the same as it was in the bedroom cubicle.

The warden was still lying with his eyes closed, lying in the center surrounded by candles, while Strange was kneeling on the ground with one knee, his hands gently holding his head.

Stark walked anxiously beside him.

"You are affecting my thinking."

A sudden sentence from the center of the room made Stark stupefy: "I thought you couldn't communicate with the outside world during this ritual of entering spiritual space?"

"Unless I've been wandering outside." Strinch remained closed and thoughtful. "I need to confirm my results. You don't have to walk around."

Stark paused and twisted a knot in his eyebrows.

Strange's words made him realize

The result is indeed as expected, not optimistic. But he couldn't believe it was true-the warden was still talking to him, lively and authentic.

"Sorry," Strinch finally said after ten minutes. "His consciousness was not different from the previous coma-it didn't exist at all."