Rebuilding Base is Under Construction

Theoretically, Mr. Fergus is not familiar with Syxton-in fact never seen it at all. So Zhang Dianyu didn't give him any new instructions. Mr. Fergus sat on the first row of chairs and waited.

He did not have any emotional face, and he did not feel a sense of harmony at the solemn memorial service.

From another perspective, the other residents of the untitled town are the same-but when countless of them roam together in the hall, the situation is not so good.

Zhang Dianyu absolutely heard someone secretly blocking the staff and asked them if there were any strange movements in the morgue.

But the bad thing is that the staff here are about the same.

Zhang Dianyu thought for a moment.

There are two kinds of people in this world, one is a pixel villain, and the other kind of ghost knows what it is, often does not play cards according to common sense, and likes to do things in prison.

It is the prisoners in Area B. They are not like prisoners in area a. Digging tunnels and escaping tunnels only dig tunnels, and riots are simple and violent.-How can there be riots that fail to dig tunnels like prisoners in zone b?

But he has seen the residents of the untitled town, which is the origin of the pixel villain. Zhang Dianyu even wondered if these prisoner families and external employees could produce real small pixel people-and could they grow faster and supplement the guards in the prison?

He suddenly understood the role of Mr. Fergus-perhaps he should switch back to this role and return to an untitled Zhenkai marriage agency.

But Zhang Dianyu didn't dare to let Mr. Fergus leave alone, or switch to Mr. Fergus to leave. Because he carried too many "secrets" on his body, he might have been stopped and taken away for interrogation before he went out-this is not a problem. But if he can't find an excuse to go back to prison, Zhang Dianyu can't change back to his main interface.

Unless he seeks death.

Zhang Dianyu thought about it for a while, and thought it was still forgotten. He has had three near-death experiences, which is not addictive and even painful.

But being stared by so many people right now, it is not easy for him to switch roles. Do you want Fergus to come and kiss the unseen Syxton? This seems to hide a conspiracy.

After thinking for a moment, Zhang Dianyu decided to get rid of Stark at night and took a shovel to secretly dig out Syxton.

Also bring Mr. Vogels to transfer his title.

After making up his mind, Zhang Dianyu lifted up slightly, staring at the brown-haired prisoner lying in the coffin.

The body of Syxton showed no signs of decay and no odor. He remained in the same state as when he died. The scab on the body had been cleaned and he was put on a cheap suit.

Zhang Dianyu looked at him for a while, turned and walked down the steps, gave instructions softly in Fergus' ear, and then in the emotionless response of Mr. Fergus, he raised his arm to help the fat bald prison The long stood up.

He walked to the door and found Stark standing in the corner of the door, silently looking at the coffin in the middle of the hall.

Zhang Dianyu glanced at him, then stepped forward to continue to go out.

"Sir, sir!" Stark's artificial intelligence called in his ears, making him swiftly recover.

"Mr. Warden is ready to leave-are you planning to intervene in a leisurely holiday that he finds difficult to relax?"

Stark paused. "I don't think you should add so many modifiers, man, it sounds like you are condemning your boss."

"Of course not, sir." Artificial intelligence replied gently.

Stark finally glanced at the coffin in the middle of the hall, took a deep breath, and ran outside. Mr. Warden's back had almost disappeared at the door, and Mr. Fergus walked alongside him.

"Hey," Stark came up and asked, "Mr. Warden, are you going to leave in secret while I am in a daze?"

Zhang Dianyu turned his head and looked at him, "Mr. Stark, Syxton's funeral is not over yet-wait a while for the funeral home to have a vehicle to take us to his burial place."

This is the focus of his trip!

He was n’t quite sure what was the condition that triggered the transfer of the title. Was it to bury the character and completely delete it? Or is it because he ... kissed the body?

He sincerely hoped that it was not the latter.

Stark beside him suddenly fell silent again. Zhang Dianyu estimated that he was offline again, and carefully examined his expression, with a hint of curiosity on his face.

Stark "..."

He felt that the warden's burning eyes were projecting on his face, and he couldn't help but want to avoid it-until now, he began to doubt whether the dead young prisoner was human or inhuman. After all, there was no one. Confirmed this problem.

What's more, even if he is not a human, they are now fighting for the warden-maybe Sykeston and the warden are just possessions of Fergus, but this does not mean that the deep feelings between them are false .

As the first artificially mentally retarded person who deliberately retrieved his ruins from college, Stark felt his judgment was too hasty.

At the same time, he wondered whether Strange's psychological attainments had improved a bit-he seemed to control his thinking?

After all, there is also an ogre who usually does this in this prison, and the clown of the former Gotham's spiritual pollution source.

Zhang Dianyu looked at Stark who was dropped and felt that he should not have to worry about him always following him.

A billionaire, who haunts himself every day, does not make money, and has no cooperative projects, is really hurting him.

Since there is no task, can you always let Stark follow him. Zhang Dianyu thought glumly.

Perhaps it is due to the weather. The outside air is thick and depressing, which is not much better than the strange hall.

Zhang Dianyu didn't know why the weather was so suffocating-but he knew that Westerners seemed to be more inclined to hold funerals on cloudy days.

Maybe the game system specially adjusted a weather for him on the funeral day, but he really thanked it.

The memorial service lasted for an hour, after which the funeral parlor carried Syxton's coffin into the car, and the others had gradually dispersed. Family members can follow the staff to the cemetery, but only Syxton ’s neighbors came to the funeral.

That is, residents of untitled towns with simple folk customs.

Zhang Dianyu expressed his wishes to the staff to watch the burial of Syxton with his own eyes-and the staff of the funeral home obviously would not say anything.

He glanced at Stark outside the car. The other party did not seem to follow.

Zhang Dianyu was surprised-did the gaming system finally sense his complaint?

"So," Stark leaned his elbows outside the window. "Is there any arrangement for Mr. Warden's holiday?"

Zhang Dianyu didn't hear him at all and smiled and shook the window.

Stark "?"

"Sir, you should squeeze into the hearse to ask the warden's next trip." His artificial intelligence steward suddenly showed up and pointed out, "You are about to miss the last chance. We may not find it in the next few days. To him. "

"I don't know why," Stark murmured. "I always think you are satire me."

"Thank you, sir." Artificial intelligence replied.

Stark "..."

Having said that, he knew at least where the warden would be in the next few hours-it was not too late to plan when he was about to leave the cemetery.

Moreover, Strange thought that he should find a way to win the warden-but Fergus was always by his side.

Stark knew that it might not be so easy, and Mr. Warden's dynamics had been firmly controlled by Fergus.

The hearse started slowly, Zhang Dianyu glanced at Mr. Fergus next to him, frowned slightly, and thought of a problem.

The on-hook warden is terribly persistent. Once he switches roles, he will walk to the prison like a zombie smelling his brain, without even navigating.

Zhang Dianyu himself has to study on the map for a long time to find the place he wants to go. He even envy the warden's automatic wayfinding.

But after switching to Mr. Fergus, after he studied how the title was transferred, the warden could hang on the road on foot.

Obviously, he had to find a way to stop the warden on the hook from running around.

Syxton's burial was much more deserted than his memorial service-if a group of expressionless neighbors came on stage to recall the past, it would be a lively event.

The staff of the funeral home worked quickly. Under Zhang Dianyu ’s watch, the coffin quickly turned into a flat grave with a simple monument on which was written the name of Syxton, but no relatives could mention it. Simply add "There is a hero buried here".

The employee responsible for the burial then asked Zhang Dianyu with a blank expression if he wanted to return to the funeral home together. After receiving a refusal, only Zhang Dianyu remained in the cemetery.

To be honest, the environment here is pretty good. Although the tombstones are in groups, the green lawn extends far away, and the middle of the road is planted with lush trees.

Zhang Dianyu opened the mobile phone map, marked the location here, and then found a nearest convenience store.

Although it is said that Syxton is himself, it is not appropriate to dig graves during the day, not to mention that he still has some equipment that needs to be purchased.

The convenience store is at the gas station next to the road. By the way, he can also have a rest at the fast food restaurant and wait for the night to come.

He walked into the convenience store, walked through the rows of shelves, found a shovel in the far corner, and found a bundle of rope by the way.

When he went to pay, the salesperson who slouched at the cash desk and played with his mobile phone saw two things he put on the table. He was silent for a moment and asked carefully, "That's all?"

Zhang Dianyu slowly made a question mark. He always thought there was something in the clerk's words, but he nodded.

The clerk took a deep look at him and quickly paid him the money without saying anything.

Zhang Dianyu felt that the shovel was not easy to carry, so he asked, "Can this be stored here for a while, and then come to get it at night?"

The clerk looked stranger in his eyes, but quickly agreed.

Zhang Dianyu sat in the fast food restaurant next door until the evening, and entertainment news and advertisements were repeatedly looped on the TV, which was boring.

It was finally evening.

Zhang Dianyu went to the convenience store next door to pick up the shovel he had bought, and left under the meaningful eyes of the clerk.

When he walked back to the cemetery, the sun just went down.

He confirmed the name on the tombstone by the gloom of the setting sun, knelt down and wiped the fresh turf beside him.

There was even a hint of moist water, which is right here.

Zhang Dianyu stood up straight, thinking that he should not have to stand up anyway, and he would lie down anyway.

He took his pocket and found the rope he had just bought and dropped it on the ground. Then he looked up at the motionless figure standing beside him, cleared his throat, and lowered his voice to say "Mr. Fergus?"

The character switching panel was expanded in front of me.

Zhang Dianyu glanced at Mr. Fergus and waved at him gently. The old warden approached a little expressionlessly, almost hitting him.

The next second, the viewing angle switched, Zhang Dianyu saw the on-hook warden in front of him without any hesitation, trying to stand up on the ground.

He immediately picked up the rope on the ground and bound his hands and feet without hesitation.

As a result, the on-hook warden was still creeping slowly like a caterpillar.

Zhang Dianyu thought for a moment in embarrassment, and could only tie him to the tombstone beside him.

The last rays of the setting sun were swallowed by the dark blue sky, and night fell.