In theory, it should be that the Supreme Master has fully exerted his spirit of inquiry in the idle hours, combined with profound medical knowledge and rich experience, and cured the Joyce guard.

However, this is not possible.

Dr. Strange is a real annoying person. If he can cure Joyce's guard, Joyce will have been discharged happily long ago-but it is impossible to get out of prison.

Zhang Dianyu thought for a while and went back to the office to take out the clipboard and sit on his sofa chair to read the prison report during this time.

At present, the staff in the prison are the pixel villain and the real human being. The truth is that Zhang Dianyu doesn’t know how they coexist peacefully-after all, even if such a large-scale escape occurs, the pixel villain still sends the report to his step by step. Next to the desk.

If there is an assistant at this time, the pixel guards will send the report to the assistant room outside according to Zhang Dianyu's instructions, waiting for Banner to sort them out and select the documents that need Zhang Dianyu's purpose.

But in fact, useful information Zhang Dianyu can be seen on the game panel. But he still has to pretend to be reading the file, otherwise he will expose his game panel.

Zhang Dianyu first inspected the confinement room-as expected, Magneto had already ran away with the jailbreaking army, which was what he expected.

Compared to the time when the Joker escaped, the confinement area was not as badly damaged as the plan of the Red Skull was to fit inside and out, he probably took the key to open the door.

After all, the keys in the prison are not particularly difficult to obtain.

Zhang Dianyu felt that he should open a new lesson plan for the pixel villain guards. The science popularizes the importance of such things as keys-Italians on their side should pay more attention to them than undercover.

As for the undercover, when the penguin was sent back, he probably had to talk to him.

It is best to call Hulk to talk together-although he is not so green in prison.

After finishing the financial situation of the prison, Zhang Dianyu fell into contemplation. Judging from the current situation, he finally understands what his suddenly activated skills can be used for.

Move bricks.

As a warden, did he actually have to do renovations to fill the funding gap?

"It's becoming a real estate agent." The serious boy's voice suddenly appeared in his ear.

"..." Zhang Dianyu: "I think we need to make three chapters of the law. You can't spy on my thinking or talk in my ears suddenly-no, let's say that, it's best if you **** appear in front of me in physical form ."

"You must save the prison's financial situation, otherwise you will...become a prisoner."

Zhang Dianyu also remembered this matter. According to the bill, if during his tenure as the warden, the prison deficit exceeded one-third of the total length of time, he became a sample of failure, just like the previous pixel prisoners.

It is for this reason that the inmates always look a little higher than the pixel guards.

Zhang Dianyu thought again about the Hulk he had just seen and felt cold in his heart.

The decoration team that went out to perform the task has not yet returned, because the returned team is not uniform-Hulk is still hitting the Hydra base outside, certainly not.

What's more, they need to complete the task before they come back. If Hulk really smashed the decoration site, they might not be able to return.

Zhang Dianyu glanced silently at the prison’s total assets and suddenly said, “I’m sorry, I didn’t listen to you.”

If you look at it from another angle, although this bill is not very reliable, it has been helping him. From the prison decoration team and real estate agent, to let him stay as Fergus to deal with the prison problem first, he really did not want him to be dismissed as the warden and become a prisoner.

"Why help me?"

"In theory, I am not helping you, I am saving you." The voice of the bill sounds very serious. "Most of the samples will die after becoming prisoners because of the high mortality rate in this prison."

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

"But at least you didn't send the troubled prisoners into the transformer room and pretended to be burnt to death." The bill said a bit embarrassedly, "Although you don't look smart, it is indeed the best version of the sample."

Zhang Dianyu: "?"

Who is not so smart?

"Wait," Zhang Dianyu said slowly, "You mean, I haven't done those things?"

But he has it in his memory, and sent the prisoner to the transformer room as a game to be executed.

"That's not you, but it did happen." The bill said, "The memory of 114 failed samples will be integrated into your "past". Does this feel much better? Including you and the next sample in the simulation run Experience."

"The next sample?" Zhang Dianyu found some key questions. "I'm not dead yet, you have the next sample?"

"You are not dead, but the next sample is dead." The bill replied, "That's why you have to stay."

"Wait..." Zhang Dianyu suddenly noticed something. "You mean, is the next sample Mr. Fergus?"

Theoretically, Mr. Fergus is the old warden, but after the current warden is dismissed due to his incompetence, there seems to be nothing wrong with returning the retired warden to the post.

A little bit of touch that Zhang Dianyu had just born suddenly disappeared.

Could it be that the entire untitled town is the spare tire of the bill-there are a lot of children whose family members are serving sentences.

"You feel sad," the bill said, "Why? Untitled town residents are not substitutes for you and Mr. Fergus. They are the way new guards are born-after ten years, the children in the town will grow into new ones. Security guard."

"..." Zhang Dianyu: "Are you serious? For more than ten years?" He thought about it and added a blank expression, "You think too much, I am not sad."

"But I didn't think that I felt it from your brain." The bill said.

"..." Zhang Dianyu: "Do you know how perverted this behavior is?"

Bill: "This is a very serious accusation."

Zhang Dianyu: "- also violated my right to **."

bill:"……"

The boy's voice disappeared for a while before reappearing: "But you are not human."

"But," Zhang Dianyu said meaningfully, "According to what you just said, I am now the only'sample' you can use."

The bill did not feel anything wrong with the following dialogue: "Yes."

"If I find out that you are spying on my mind again, I will quit my job." Zhang Dianyu threatened, "Everyone in the prison is talented and speaks and listens. I like the inside and I want to be a prisoner. "

bill:"……"

Although the facts told him that Zhang Dianyu was talking back, he already knew that Zhang Dianyu dared to do so.

"I suggest that you also make a'carrier' for yourself," Zhang Dianyu's elbow rested slightly on the armrest of the sofa. "Or you go, and the prison belongs to you."

Although he did not know why the bill did not manage the prison himself, since he would make 116 samples, he certainly would not easily break this rule.

Zhang Dianyu received a moment of tranquility in his ear, and the bill did not speak for a while.

After a moment, the boy finally renewed his voice.

"In fact," but the sound seemed to suddenly change away, as if coming from behind Zhang Dianyu, as if through a door, with a strange sense of unreality, "I did create a carrier, but it is currently It doesn’t seem suitable to appear in prison, so I temporarily parked it in your bedroom."

Zhang Dianyu had a bad hunch.

The next second, the green employee door behind him was opened, and a black-haired boy who was almost exactly the same as the previous virtual image stood inside, holding the door handle and looking over with serious blue eyes, showing disapproving eyes.

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

He always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't figure it out. He could only say casually: "Your shell is quite strange, a bit like that Batman."

"No," the bill answered, "This is my maker, another Tony Stark of the parallel universe."

Zhang Dianyu: "..." This peer looks so different from the one he knew.

Just when he was cranky, someone came over the path outside the office, it was Doctor Strange-given that the Red Skull had just demolished the office to the wall outside, it was equivalent to two people Looking at each other across a collapsing wall, they were very confused.

With a stack of paper under Strange's arm, Zhang Dianyu was also curious as to why the Supreme Master who had just escaped from difficulty came to him.

The doctor didn't look any different than usual, but his hands were shaking tremendously-only Zhang Dianyu couldn't tell whether he was frightened in the incident just now. After all, he was shaking his hands as well.

Strange came over and placed the pile of paper on the desk of Zhang Dianyu: "This is the questionnaire you want, Mr. Warden."

Zhang Dianyu slowly recalled what it was-this was a questionnaire he had prepared for whether a prison needed a window. Unexpectedly, Dr. Strange had not forgotten, and firmly collected the results of the questionnaire.

"You have worked hard." Zhang Dianyu said sincerely.

He flipped through the questionnaire and wrote a lot of abusive words such as "FXXK" with a signature pen, which was unsightly, but magically filled in an answer.

But Zhang Dianyu at this time no longer needs this questionnaire. At first he didn't know why he didn't think the prison needed a window, but the bill already explained everything clearly.

Although he still does not know where the "test run" of 116 samples was carried out by the bill, from his past memory of the game, the previous 114 failed samples seem to lack something.

Zhang Dianyu put the stack of questionnaires on his desk and stared at it.

"Mr. Warden?" Strange said suddenly. "Can I ask a question?"

Zhang Dianyu raised his eyes: "What's the problem?"

"Who is that?" Strange said briefly.

Zhang Dianyu followed his gaze and found that the other party was referring to the bill.

Then he didn't have time to answer, and he heard the bill answer seriously: "Don't pay attention to me, I have a father-son relationship with Mr. Warden, but I will not affect anything about prison management."

Zhang Dianyu heard the clutter of footsteps, and all stopped when the sound of this sentence fell to the ground.

He slowly looked at the path on the other side, first saw Stark, then Peter next to him, and a tired face, and a black skin in the shadows, and half pointed cat ear.

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

The scene was quiet for a while, but he did not know how to explain it-he could neither admit that he was the father of the bill, nor could he admit that the bill was his father.

He had no intention of ignoring what the father and son talked about in the bill.

He even felt a sense of disobedience from it, as if this little thing was trying to understand the human society, but it went awry.

Is this how father and son are used?

"Warden...Sir...?"

In the eyes of everyone trying to push him forward, Banner could only ask with a daring scalp.

Zhang Dianyu paused, smiled, got up and walked to the bill, reaching out and rubbing his black head.

"Yes, I am his father."

He grabbed the bill's shoulders, slowly bent down a little, and said fiercely with his mouth - call me.

After a moment, the dark-haired boy spoke.

"father."