Rebuilding Base is Under Construction

Laket in the middle of the room was thoughtful. "As far as I know, Mr. Warden is still keeping his promise. He will wait for his meal in the office during three meals a day."

Stark was surprised. "What? I thought you let you cook for the warden that morning, which left him with a terrible shadow ..." He paused, remembering that the warden might not have a head and could not help rubbing Rub your hair.

But Strange thinks that the warden may also be properly guided-who is the ai expert? Stark thought anxiously.

"So," Stark's probe glanced at the dinner plate. "You used this to force the warden away?" He pouted, "It's quite a good performance-he is the master here."

Lecter smiled slightly, not intending to respond to Stark's nonsense.

Stark sighed. He presumed that the last conversation about the location of the vacation was too abrupt, so that the governor decided to miss the appointment.

Hell, he was also the creditor of Mr. Warden-the result was not only humble running as a driver, but now he had to find someone.

He walked out of the office and contacted his artificial intelligence butler outside the range that the prisoners and guards in the room could hear. "Help me locate the warden from the satellite map."

"I can't, sir, I think Mr. Warden should carry an anti-tracking device." The artificial intelligence replied, "So why don't you try to go directly to the funeral site?"

Stark "... Thank you, I know."

However, the warden actually blocked his ai signal, which was far beyond his expectation.

Not to mention cutting-edge technology in the entire prison, even the electronic control door is not installed-can the warden bring an anti-tracking device?

Stark sighed, walked out of the prison and got into the car he drove, positioning the funeral location on the pop-up virtual light screen map.

"Autonomous driving, dear." He said to the ai butler, "I want to make an excuse to let him bring me when I meet the warden later, so that I will fully intervene in his vacation."

"Okay, sir." His intelligent butler replied, "--but this is really abnormal."

Stark "..."

He should have formatted this electronic head long ago.

But the bad day did not end there. When he drove on the road, a familiar siren sound came from behind him, and the state police patrol car signaled him to stop.

"Sir," a policeman came out and said to the car window he lowered, "please show your driver's license-do you know it is illegal to sleep while driving automatically?"

"I'm not sleeping, I'm ... thinking." Stark took out his driver's license and handed it to the state police. "And I'm Tony Stark, sir-the satellite I made is still in Earth orbit, mine The car can also take care of himself. "

"Then you'd better drive in space as much as possible, because that's not my responsibility." The state police said a ticket for driving illegally, "Thank you."

Stark "..."

After going through all the twists and turns, Stark finally arrived at the funeral hall before the funeral began. He quickly found Mr. Warden among the sparse crowd, and there was a man beside him, Mr. Fergus who was wearing a brown-grey trench coat and could not see any expression on his face.

The prisoner ’s hall is very simple and is a routine process under government subsidies. But there were no relatives in SYKstone's file, Stark frowned-he saw many people in the small hall, all waiting for the memorial service to begin.

This incident also surprised Zhang Dianyu.

In fact, he even saw a few familiar faces among the crowd who came to attend the memorial service-aren't he **** all residents of the untitled town?

Everyone in every household commits a crime and goes to jail. In addition to visiting prisoners, the daily life is nothing to deliver the shot prisoners-the life of the town residents is also very colorful?

Zhang Dianyu "..."

Mr. Fergus was able to integrate into this atmosphere well. With a teacup from a staff member in his hands, he sat quietly in the first row of chairs in front of the coffin.

Others scattered in the hall, and occasionally walked aimlessly a few times, like the mortuary next door did not lock the door, and a group of corpses came out.

Zhang Dianyu has a mixed mood.

He glanced at Mr. Fergus next to him, and after confirming that he would always sit and wait in place instead of running around, he walked out of the hall quietly.

He didn't find an extra tail behind him.

There was a small fast food restaurant in front of the funeral parlour, and he walked in and sat down. The waiter glanced over here, just pulled out the menu, and was stopped before he was approached. "Wait a minute, we need to say a few words."

The waiter rolled his eyes and left the menu and left. Zhang Dianyu slightly raised his eyes and looked at the person coming. "... Can't I wake up with a cup of coffee first?"

"I'm not sure," Stark said ambiguously. "Maybe you think you need it, but you don't need it?"

What coffee does ai drink?

Zhang Dianyu "?"

"Why are you coming out?" Stark sat down opposite him.

"..." Zhang Dianyu "I said, drink a cup of coffee."

"Mr. Fergus ... don't mind if you do this?" Stark smiled.

Zhang Dianyu was confused. In their view, has Fergus already been a brutal ruler who doesn't even drink a cup of coffee? Of course, he actually felt that the atmosphere in the hall was a little suppressed-not because of the corpses in it, but because of the untitled town residents who attended the funeral.

Zhang Dianyu picked up the menu and frowned for a long time, but was thinking about other issues in his mind.

Stark's probe glanced at "Chicken sandwich-is it painful for you?"

Zhang Dianyu "..."

"I'm thinking of you ... and Fury, and Batman." Zhang Dianyu put down the menu and said, "I'm thinking about how you are different from the rest of the world."

Stark thought for a moment and shrugged. "Almost, funerals always cause people to think--I mean, all life ... that is, cats and dogs and the like, should also ... think about it. The meaning of living? "

"?" Zhang Dianyu slowly put out a question mark, but considering that the opposite Mr. Regal was still his creditor, he did not ask "Are you sick?"

Stark "..."

He picked up the menu and browsed, "If the chicken sandwich makes you feel painful-I recommend the cheese beef burger."

Zhang Dianyu nodded indifferently.

Stark called for a waiter, quickly ordered two breakfasts, and then looked at the person opposite. Mr. Warden leaned on the seat back of the fast food restaurant and looked over the window.

The memorial service for SYKSTONE is set at ten o'clock in the morning, and now it is just over nine o'clock, and the sky is already gloomy like evening.

"It's bad weather." Stark glanced outside. "It's going to rain soon-it's good weather for the funeral."

Zhang Dianyu slowly turned his head and looked at Stark again. He felt that the other party's reaction was very wrong today.

Maybe it's too far from the prison, so Stark, like the magical residents of the untitled town, has his brain broken?

But he felt a little disappointed. He even started to think that this is a real world, but as far as he can see-there are not many people who seem to have brains like Stark and Wayne, and only a few people will be like the prisoners in District B. Near real response.

Most people, including employees in funeral homes and drivers for delivery outside fast food restaurants, look no different from guards in prisons.

There is always a blank look on his face, mechanically doing his job.

Unlike what Banner said, this is neither a mist nor a real world.

Zhang Dianyu sighed slightly and looked back at Stark—even Stark, speaking outside the prison, became illogical. Perhaps this is why they were set up in the system not far from prison?

While he was looking at Stark, the other party also made an embarrassed expression at the cheeseburger from the waiter.

Zhang Dianyu felt that Stark, who started to drop frames, was a bit pitiful, took the tomato sauce from the side and placed it in front of him, and even smiled.

"Oh." Stark raised his head when he heard the sound of the tomato sauce bottle touching the table. He looked at Zhang Dianyu's smile and tranced, he couldn't help but mumbled "" It turned out to be tomato sauce, I thought you would suddenly Take a knife and stab me. "

Zhang Dianyu "?"

He decided to stop stark.

After a simple breakfast, the two left the fast food restaurant together and returned to the Lingtang.

The memorial service soon began, and residents of the untitled town lined up to the stage, recounting the feelings of non-existent neighbourhood with Sykostone without emotion.

Zhang Dianyu was not prepared, nor was he going to give a speech to his role.

But when the memorial service reached the final stage, he stepped up to kiss the corpse's cheek and say goodbye, and suddenly a prompt came out to startle him.

The role is in a non-selectable state. Is the title of the role transferred?

Zhang Dianyu paused while holding the coffin's body.

Although he hadn't figured out what was happening yet, he instinctively wanted to refuse-how crooked Sikestone's skill tree could not be clear.

Is he going to become a "king of toilets" and "explosion expert" in the future?

Zhang Dianyu restrainedly glanced at Sikestone and fell into contemplation.

Residents in the untitled town lined up quietly, and no one urged.

On the other side of him, Mr. Fergus was still sitting in the first row of chairs, looking at him quietly.

Zhang Dianyu's throat moved slightly.

Maybe this "king of toilets" and "explosion expert" can be used by Mr. Fergus?