Both Stark and Luther changed their faces.

Although the two chatted "happily" for a time, they forgot the acting warden Miss next to them, so they wouldn't suddenly take the whip-"Wait," Stark looked at Zhang Dianyu with caution, "Your whip just... Is it right?"

Miss Rita was wearing a tight skirt, where did this whip come from? He couldn't help but look down.

Zhang Dianyu: "?"

Although he was not Miss Rita, staring at the skirt with two men suddenly gave a chill.

He squeezed the whip in his hand, his eyes getting colder and colder.

The two immediately reacted to how bad this behavior was and immediately looked away. Zhang Dianyu first looked at Stark, and the other party quickly took a step back: "In fact, if I want to explain, I'm just a little curious about this whip... well, it sounds even worse."

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

He pondered for a moment, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Are you curious?" That could also help test the impact on people outside the prison.

Stark's face changed: "No, no need, Luther is there."

The bald man next to his face sank.

Zhang Dianyu found this sentence a bit misleading.

Stark immediately turned to wander off, but was noticed by a sentence behind him: "Bill?" He turned around and Luther looked at him thoughtfully: "This is a personal name, not your superhuman registration. bill."

He used affirmative sentences.

Stark hesitated for two seconds and became calm again: "Anyway you will soon know-yes, I think I might find that I have a son."

Luther snorted.

"Are you sure that it is your son?"

There is no doubt that this sentence will definitely blow up a man.

"Of course, with half of my genes, my biological son." Stark said provocatively, "Do you think I will make such a mistake? Before the paternity test was made, that child was my son?"

"Then you think your Stark industry, your ai housekeeper, you and the people around you will make this kind of mistake, which is ridiculous." Luther sneered.

"Oh, you suddenly became a friend of my soul." Stark disagreed, "Save it, I won't be fooled by your words."

"Who is his mother?" Luther asked suddenly.

Stark was a little uncomfortable. "Temporarily... I haven't found it, but I will always find her." Stark felt awkward when he mentioned the woman who didn't yet know the name.

Was he really so drunk?

Continue to think about this problem, he may be as bald as Luther, he decided to stop loss in time-not to continue to look for, but to change the angle, starting from the warden and Bill, always show some signs of emergence of.

Luther raised the corner of his mouth: "Then you continue to look for it."

Stark: "..." I don't know why, this sentence sounds rather beating.

From the current situation, the acting warden Miss Rita seems to think so. She was caught between the two, and the whip in her hand was very conspicuous.

Stark stopped talking and wanted to say that lynching was illegal-but as long as no one saw it, it would be better to take Luther to no one else's place.

The smile on Luther's face also disappeared. He stared at the dark-haired woman on the opposite side and hummed softly after a while: "Are you the warden here?"

Zhang Dianyu: "?" Who gave him the courage to go to prison so arrogant.

The bailiff sandwiched Luther in the middle, and the chain on his body held him tightly. Zhang Dianyu thought about it, he also saw the news that Stark said, it was nothing more than the Metropolis that highlighted Godzilla-it may not be, in short, the Lex Group announced that it was fully responsible for the experimental accident, And the chairman has been arrested, and the hearing will be held on Capitol Hill half a month later, when Stark will go to see the lively, anyway, he will go every time.

There was a magazine that once selected the public figures who participated in the most of the other party's hearings, Luther and Stark tied for first place.

Zhang Dianyu was not very interested in the plastic sisters between them. He just wanted to know how Luther did not respond to Rita’s aura of judicial fear.

He took the whip higher and stared at the shiny bald head.

Luther looked at him somberly, his brow furrowed.

Zhang Dianyu silently put down the whip: "Acting Warden-Warden is on vacation, the prison affairs are temporarily represented by me." He glanced at the game panel and found that the above confinement room had been taken by him a few hours ago. It was full, and there were no spare beds in the prisoner’s dorms—although some beds were temporarily unoccupied, but that was the bed of a penguin who was still lying in the hospital. Only the luxurious cells of the morgue were still vacant.

"Then send him to the morgue." Zhang Dianyu said reluctantly.

Luther's face changed, and he looked startled and angry, and Stark, who had just closed the door, poked his head out again. He glanced at Zhang Dianyu and Luther, who gritted his teeth across the face, coughed with his fist in front of his mouth, suppressing the sound of almost laughing.

"Drive." Stark regretted to the driver Hogan.

If it is the original warden here, he can follow along to see the excitement.

But Miss Rita suddenly took out her whip, and he would go home with a little fun.

Stark's sports car disappeared to the edge of the map instantly, and the guard next to him immediately transferred Luther from the bailiff to the jail inspection room.

Zhang Dianyu was not interested in seeing how a bald head was stripped and inspected for contraband. He didn't see Luther's expression and turned to his office.

It's not too early, and tonight will add additional staff to let Luther spend his quiet time in the morgue.

If possible, Zhang Dianyu really wanted to build the wall as he did in the first place—especially he now has special wall-building skills, but the character is still in his own room in the Stark Industrial Park and wants to use the chef to send it Nice dinner up here.

He could still control the warden remotely for the meal. Stark came halfway through, opened the door and glanced away with a complex look, so that he was about to ask Zhang Dianyu in the input box how expensive he was.

In this case, he can only continue to dine.

Back to the office, Zhang Dianyu glanced at the daily report on the desk and found that there was nothing particularly noteworthy, everything seemed very ordinary.

Luther, who was put in the morgue, started to burst into angry bubbles, and later turned into an exclamation mark after seeing the luxurious cell inside. After the guards escorted him into the room and left, he sat on the bed and began to question.

Zhang Dianyu looked at it for a while, and dragged the map away from Luther.

Although he has a lot of question marks, Zhang Dianyu doesn't care about this-for prisoners, as long as they are honestly jailed in prison, he will not care about other things.

Even if they have any questions, the prison has psychologists and pastors, which is enough for them to ask.

If it is not possible, he can also suggest that Luther go to learn yoga with Banner, maybe a stable mind also helps to solve his problem of premature baldness.

Zhang Dianyu was lying on his bed dreaming-if this thing was really successful, maybe he should make an appointment with reporter Kent for an interview to publicize the prison, maybe it can attract some capital.

Amidst frantic thoughts, he ended his busy day and slept in a sleepy way.

The alarm did not sound overnight, and when Zhang Dianyu woke up the next day, it was almost the breakfast time of the prisoners. But because he had locked most of the people into the confinement room last night, there were only a few prisoners in the restaurant at this time, and he looked sad and disappointed at the catering bucket that the chef lifted.

When Luther entered the restaurant, the question mark in his heart increased.

This is different from an ordinary prison. There are not many people in the restaurant. The food is in a row, but the few remaining prisoners glance at the food barrel from time to time, but the expression on their faces is not happy.

Consistent with the rumors, here he saw the infamous ogre Hannibal Lecter, sitting leisurely at the dining table to eat his breakfast, and beside him stood an expressionless guard. On the other dining table, a hooded figure was sitting, with dark green scaly skin vaguely showing inside. He also knew this person, this is a killer crocodile.

Opposite the killer crocodile sits a prisoner with a broken arm that looks weak and can't help but seem ordinary-but this person Luther also knows that this is the freak who claims to be a lizard professor, and even wants to turn everyone into a lizard.

Other people's eyes looked at these people from time to time, and they seemed to be crying.

"So," Luther suddenly asked a prisoner nearest to him, "The governor arranged for those people to live together with you?"

"What? Oh, yes." The prisoner was in a trance, thinking for a while before he realized what he was asking. He glanced at Luther, and suddenly his eyes light up: "Newcomer?"

Luther nodded.

The prisoner immediately put on a face, and pointed at the two food barrels on the far side: "It's all yours, do you understand?"

There was a suspicious expression on Luther's face.

The question mark in his mind is growing exponentially.

He is not unfamiliar with places like prisons-but he has only heard of prisons that make people eat, and has never seen prisons that make people eat two barrels of food.

Seeing Luther did not answer, the prisoner stood up with a vicious look and seemed to be teaching him to be a man, but was suddenly dragged aside, and someone whispered in his ear: "Damn, what are you doing, you didn’t watch Did you get the name on that man’s prison uniform? You can solve the two barrels yourself. If you let those people out tomorrow and see that the food is spinach-don’t tell me, you understand the consequences?"

The prisoner glanced at Luther in horror, then looked carefully at his chest again, shuddering to speak again.

Luther inserted a potato in silence.

Nonetheless, the doubts in his mind did not decrease at all.

When Zhang Dianyu woke up, he checked the status of the prisoners, and found that the prisoners in the confinement room were still safe at this time, and Luther, who had just been imprisoned last night, also ate quietly in the restaurant, which seemed to be cementless. .

But the strange thing is that the remaining prisoners seem to be hungry. From 8 o'clock in the morning to now, a person has almost eaten a bucket of food.

Zhang Dianyu was shocked.

It turns out that the root of prison poverty is here?