Rebuilding Base is Under Construction

Mr. Fergus walked into the warden's office and alarmed Zhang Dianyu in contemplation.

He looked up subconsciously at the old bald warden. The other party, like him when he hung up, was slowly and unmannedly circling in the office following the established route.

If this situation is exposed, it will obviously arouse the suspicion of Chaoying. And Zhang Dianyu is also very clear that he has always been undercover sent by various parties in his prison.

But now there is a hole in the wall of the warden's office, so it is obviously not feasible to let the old warden wind in the office.

Zhang Dianyu thought for a moment, but he could only ... cover the hole with his coat?

At dinner, when Lecter delivered today's warden special dinner under the supervision of two guards, he saw the big hole left after the window was removed, covered by a brown-grey suit jacket Living.

Even Lecter stopped and pondered for a while.

He saw Dr. Banner who came out of the building head-on, showing a gentleman's smile, and politely jawed slightly.

But Banner hesitated for a moment, his eyes unconsciously drifting towards the hole. He is also the first to see the new look here.

Lecter found his reaction keenly and asked inadvertently: "It seems to be covered by a piece of clothing here."

"Maybe," Banner said hesitantly, "... the warden doesn't want to expose his **."

Lecter is meaningful: "**?"

Banner seemed to make up his mind to say no more, and touched his nose awkwardly to cover up the past: "... or maybe the weather has turned cold recently and the wind is a bit windy-I went to the restaurant."

When Lekert and the two guards entered the office, Mr. Warden sat at his desk as usual to read the documents, casually gestured to the Warren guard, and asked him to put the dinner plate aside.

The young warden did not wear his old-fashioned suit jacket, and the buttons of the white shirt were meticulously tied to the neckline.

Obviously, this has nothing to do with the weather.

But even Lecter can't predict the warden's behavior.

He could only smile and ask, "Mr. Warden, is the recent meal an appetite?"

Mr. Warden raised his head, as if he had just discovered his arrival, frowning slightly.

"They are from your hands," the dark-haired young man looked indifferent. "I didn't think about whether I had a good appetite while I was dining-I can only make sure that I'm not starved to death. Will this please you , Lecter? "

"But you know that there will be no problem with the ingredients." Lekert blinked.

"Don't ask me, you are a psychologist." Mr. Warden leaned back on the couch tiredly. "Tell me, Lekert, isn't that what you want?"

"The same can be said ... yes."

Lecter paused. Obviously, Mr. Warden was not the same as what he said-but it didn't matter.

For him, what he wanted to explore through food was the feedback the warden had given him for a long time. As the infamous ogre, he could understand the warden's reaction when he first discovered that his breakfast came from him. But now that it has not been a short while, it is reasonable to say that the crisis response in the subconscious of the warden has gradually faded-and this is not the case.

Mr. Warden never easily changed because of anything, including his attitude towards the dinner served by Lecter.

Lecter smiled.

But the hole in the warden's office and the blazer covering the big hole are still confusing.

Zhang Dianyu swallowed a dinner with unknown ingredients—since Cobot was so disturbed that Oliver conveyed that there were too many roll calls in the evening, he could only reduce the roll call frequency to once a day.

But it is true that no prisoners have disappeared in the near future, and the number is worthy.

The prisoner sent out to participate in labor service is about to return to prison. He has already seen that the task completion rate is already 99%.

Speaking of which-he has not received an exact reply from Banner. He was even thinking about it, maybe Banner would plan to drag this thing to him completely forgotten.

Zhang Dianyu flipped the notepad, intending to write down this matter, so as not to forget it.

He wanted to find a scrap of paper from the back of the clipboard to make a record, but he accidentally saw the file of Secton pressed at the bottom.

The weekend is the funeral of Sikestone-listen to Banner, there will be a reporter on the day.

He even expressed his concerns almost unequivocally, hoping that Zhang Dianyu would try to restrain his emotions as much as possible, and not expose his relationship with Sexton in front of people.

Zhang Dianyu could only pretend to agree.

He looked at the archival paper on the clipboard for a while, and pulled them out into the bottom of the drawer to prevent others from seeing the contents.

After dinner, Banner returned.

And Mr. Fergus has returned to his room-considering that his belly is not small, Zhang Dianyu has to let him occasionally come out and let go-after all, this is actually his role, he may still be able to use it He does n’t want this to be his burden.

But if it is not necessary, he does not intend to experience the feeling of baldness again.

And he let Fergus live in because of the need for someone to help manage the prison affairs-during the day, it was just like doing a business discussion and doing two things at once.

That night, Stark stood in the room where Zhang Dianyu had slept, frowning at the silent night under the terrace.

The industrial park here does not arrange for many people to come over, and every time the sun goes down, it is too deserted.

"Sir, the video conference has already begun-Secretary Fury is explaining the third reason he thinks you haven't gotten up. Are you going to refute it?" His artificial intelligence steward suddenly appeared.

Stark: "..."

He sighed, walked out of the room, made a gesture command in the corridor, and turned on the meeting screen.

He walked in the direction of the control room and lazily said to the serious man on the screen: "Although I don't think it's necessary, but I know what you want to discuss-recent prison dynamics?"

After confirming that Mr. Fergus is the dominant player, the video conference was briefly stopped for a few days-of course, it may also be because several people were gathered here face-to-face in the control room next to him, which can be face-to-face Discuss questions.

However, Stark once suggested that many people in the Internet era do not like to meet face to face, and they can also hold video conferences in the same room.

Fury's answer at the time was-"Are you sick?"

As for Batman, he will only give a disapproving look anyway. In fact, every time during the conference connection, when he continued to express disagreements, Stark often asked if the bat cave network was stuck.

Batman's response is generally a more disapproving look-to show that he is already expressing his views on the incident.

"About ... Mr. Warden." Strange's voice came from the speaker, and the picture jerked violently, making a crisp sound of something falling on the ground.

"... Stephen, are you okay?" Stark asked. "Are you sure you don't need to be replaced to do undercover? There is no advantage for you here."

"Now." Strange picked up the phone and laid it on the table, and answered seriously, "I am working on a subject about multiple personalities. You should be able to see my paper on Nature in a short time- As long as I can convince Dr. Banner to cooperate with my research. "

"?" Stark: "Is this what you want to share today?"

"No," Strange said. "I understand why Fergus needs the puppet of the warden. What he does will always threaten his life-guess who is the scapegoat now?"

Stark's complexion rose, and he glanced at the others on the screen.

"You have also seen the Warden's situation." Strange's eyes were fixed on the screen, "If Mr. Warden is not saved by an injection, he is really dead every time. What about? "

Stark thought in his head: "It is not impossible to upload the data before his" death "and re-create a warden? But Fergus is hiding in prison today, and we really cannot cross the Ministry of Justice, Bringing people out of prison-in fact, I have always received calls from the president ’s office recently, and it seems that the government believes that the League of Superheroes is ignoring their existence. "

The scene fell into a brief silence.

"This is a fact." Fury said.

"Please shut up, please," Stark scratched his hair anxiously. "I heard that if I could not control the damage caused by the superhero action, General Ross planned to come to me on behalf of the Ministry of Defense."

He spread his hands: "Why didn't he chat with Batman? Superman?"

"Because nobody tells the world like you, this is you, you are Iron Man." Batman replied, "--but this is indeed a dangerous signal, notable." Mr. Wayne today is not wearing a bat Chivalrous armor, I don't know what the reason is.

"The captain not only told the world that he was the captain," Stark retorted. "He also runs every day at the entrance of the Lincoln Memorial. If he stands still under the monument, there will definitely be children sending him flowers."

"Enough." Fury was tired of saying this. He just turned the subject back. "So, we have no way to deal with Fergus?"

"Unless—" Strange looked slowly at Stark.

Stark: "Stephen, your phone screen is crooked again."

"I'm watching you, that's right." Strange ignored him. "I have a suggestion, maybe you are willing to listen."

"I don't think I have a choice." Stark rolled his eyes.

"My suggestion is to win Mr. Warden to our side." Strange said, self-serving. "Don't interrupt first-according to my observation, Mr. Warden has not completely Follow the instructions of Fergus ... "

Strange paused. If the warden ’s actions were all made under the instructions of Fergus, then this Fergus should really be charged-he still remembers when he was locked in the office by the prison door, this is normal What can people do?

"So, this means that Mr. Warden may have a preliminary logic, after all, he has a real human body." Strange's speech is very fast, "then the next task can only be left to you That ’s it—helping him understand the world and get out of the control of Fergus, the most important thing is not to die. ”

"If he is dead, what we have to face is a new warden?" Stark thought about it, and then he suddenly thought of what Strange said just now, "Wait, why this task its mine?"

Unfortunately, the communication has been hung up.

Stark was angry alone sitting in front of the screen that appeared to be disconnected.

"Maybe because you have created life."

A moment later, an electronic sound suddenly entered his ear.

Is his artificial intelligence steward.

"You call yourself life, is this a bit too arrogant." Stark, still sulking, retorted.

"Thank you, sir." Artificial intelligence replied.

Stark: "..."

He already knew that he should format this AI.

At eight o'clock in the morning on Sunday, this day is the day of Sykeston's burial. Zhang Dianyu put on a pure black suit, brought a map, and the credit card he just found out that he actually existed.

He never thought about the possibility of getting out of prison-he has always been more concerned about the total assets of the prison than his personal property.

To be honest, there is nothing to pay attention to the salary of the warden.

Fortunately, unlike the game itself, the entire prison is his—the lawyer even said that he has the right to sell it.

But when he woke up the next day, he completely forgot about it.

I do n’t know why. He may have a bit of confusion about the outside world. In fact, he once left prison. At that time, he was even a prisoner, and he also called Uber to send himself to an amusement park.

So when Stark's car was parked between the delivery truck and the hearse, and an irritated bubble popped out of the car, he began to wonder why he called Stark.

He thought about it for a while, considering the plan after the funeral, and decided to take advantage of it now-when Stark was still behind the truck, he immediately left from the main entrance and bypassed the prison to go to the funeral site.

As long as he saw where the coffin was buried, he could even leave quietly halfway through the funeral.

If Stark goes with him, he will surely ask him where he plans to go next—in fact, he has no destination. He had a hint of curiosity about the world, maybe go to a place with more people, or sit in a tavern on the street and listen to people chatting.

This was not like the vacation he declared to Stark, he was too lazy to explain.

Forget the direct pigeons.

When Stark finally squeezed into the prison from a pile of boxes, and passed through the noisy crowd after breakfast, after reaching the warden's office.

He found that there were already several people in it.

Lecter stood in the middle of the warden's office, with one guard carrying delicate meals beside him, and the other guard standing beside him.

The warden disappeared.

Stark was a little surprised: "Mr. Warden?" He glanced inside at the probe, the bedroom door was closed tightly, and it was also a green employee door with a strong sense of disobedience.