Zhang Dianyu slowly made a question mark.

"Let Lekert be a cook? Although these little mutants have harmed society, let's not sin. They are still children and can be saved."

The bill looked puzzled.

Zhang Dianyu could only sigh: "Forget it, then I'm gone."

As he was about to get up, the bill grabbed his clothing corner. If there were hints of interactive behavior, he might not find such tiny movements.

"I want to go with you," the bill said.

Zhang Dianyu looked at him: "You changed your mind? Don't think Stark is your life-saving straw?"

The bill seems hesitant.

Zhang Dianyu tried to break the boy's hand from his clothes corner: "But you are sick, I can't take you away-you can still treat the disease here honestly." Anyway, the answer he wanted has been obtained, It also proves that he is mentally innocent, and now he is free and can return to prison at any time.

There was a short knock on the door outside, and neither of them had time to ignore it. Zhang Dianyu was carefully manipulating the warden's finger apart.

The bill obviously does not agree with this view, he looked at Zhang Dianyu frowned seriously and retorted: "I am not sick."

Zhang Dianyu is still focused on the boy's hand, not distracted to manipulate the warden's expression. There was no emotion on the cold face of the dark-haired youth: "This is not one of us who has the final say-trust the doctor's judgment."

The bill showed very disagreeing eyes, and still did not loosen Zhang Dianyu's clothes. Zhang Dianyu, who was far away from the warden's office, couldn't help but sigh, wondering if the bill secretly applied glue to his fingers.

Stark, who pushed the door in, looked at the scene in the room, his face seemed slightly stunned, and there were some subtle changes.

"...Mr. Warden?"

Zhang Dianyu raised his head, and then he noticed the incoming Stark.

The scene seemed awkward. The boy sat straight on the sofa with his spine, pulling his clothes corner with one hand, and he was trying to break his clenched fingers.

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

This looks a bit ruthless.

Stark took a deep breath. He thought Bill was a child who was not good at establishing emotional relationships with people, but from what he saw in front of him, although he didn't often show his face, he seemed to rely heavily on Mr. Warden.

Zhang Dianyu rubbed the bill's head hard with his backhand, and hinted meaningfully: "You should stay here and be with your'daddy'."

The bill paused and glanced at Stark at the door. The tone was very positive: "He can't help me."

Stark: "?"

This obviously hurt him very much.

He has never raised a child, especially a child with problems. But Bill didn't seem to appreciate it, and he didn't want to stay in the hospital.

Maybe it was his fault-no child would like the hospital.

Before today, Bill seemed to accept him quite well. Unexpectedly, after psychological consultation, due to staying in the hospital to observe this decision, Bill has begun to have a suspicion of him.

At this time the nurse came from outside: "Mr. Stark, the blood test report of Mr. Zhang's father and son came out-the doctor will come later."

Stark nodded. This is another doctor. After all, a psychologist cannot help detect whether the two are poisoned.

But he paused for a moment, and suddenly remembered a question, and stopped the nurse who was about to leave: "Wait a minute, ma'am. How do you know that these two people are in a father-son relationship?"

The nurse shrugged a little puzzled: "Because they are?"

Stark was stunned, not knowing why, what Bill had said in his mind-the other half of his genes came from Mr. Warden.

He had no time to question the nurse and the doctor carefully, then turned around and tried to ask Bill, and found that there was no figure in the room, and the warden and the boy disappeared together.

"Are you looking for someone in the room, Mr. Stark?" The nurse's voice rang behind him.

"Did you see them?" Stark looked ugly. But generally speaking, he would never show such a look to the lady.

"Mr. Zhang just took his son and left behind you," the nurse said. In fact, the dark-haired young man with a bit of gloom and beauty also smiled and nodded at her—although it seemed a bit ready to put a sack on the parking lot to kill her, she still Can't help but pay attention.

The pretty dark-haired boy in the arms of the young man who may be of mixed descent always has a small face. Although there is a relationship with the disease, it still makes people feel cute.

Anyone who encounters such a pair of father and son will glance inadvertently.

Stark took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

"Thank you, ma'am."

The nurse looked at his expression and felt something strange: "Sir, do you need me to call the doctor for you? You look a little bit bad."

"No, I'm fine." Stark shook his head and smiled at the nurse. "I'm Tony Stark, you should always know this, right?"

The blonde nurse was teased. "Yes, Mr. Stark." She nodded and turned away.

"Call the camera information in the hospital and nearby." Stark immediately ordered his artificial intelligence housekeeper, "find Mr. Warden and Bill."

"Okay, sir, the security agreement has been bypassed-it is worth noting that what we are doing now is illegal." Artificial intelligence replied.

"I can't care so much!" Stark said. "How is this possible-but if they suddenly disappear, would it prove...?"

"Yes, sir." The artificial intelligence steward replied, "I have also hacked into the firewall of the hospital system, and I have received all the monitoring reports of the blood samples, as you have instructed, including any current contact. Testing, detection of wrapped DNA sequences, which means that the warden and father Bill are in a father-son relationship."

Stark listened to the words of artificial intelligence, he could not help but paused for a moment, a huge question mark appeared on his face.

"I can't explain it to you, sir." Artificial intelligence said, "According to the current natural birth method, it is impossible for two men to have offspring-and according to your records every night, you have not had in-depth communication. "

Stark: "?"

"You are nonsense, my dear." He took a deep breath, "I haven't met Mr. Warden at this theoretical birth time of'Bill'!"

The artificial intelligence did not answer, and fell into an almost strange silence.

"In addition to nearby monitoring information, I also tuned out satellite maps, compared facial recognition, and found them." Stark felt that his worldview had been impacted. He had no time to think about the sudden silence of the artificial intelligence housekeeper, but only ordered.

"Okay, sir." Artificial intelligence answered in a gentle voice.

In the hospital tool room, Zhang Dianyu hid in the middle of a pile of mops, trying to make cheap plastic buckets to block himself and the boy's body under his arm.

"Give me the monitoring dead ends, the bill." Zhang Dianyu said nervously, "Theoretically, how far can we two escape?"

"There are surveillance systems all over the world. In addition, Stark satellites can also recognize us by their clothing and other characteristics." The bill answered one by one. "But there are still many dead ends. I can help you go back to prison." He paused and added another sentence, "So, you must bring me."

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

What time is it, the bill still remembers this? By now, of course, he couldn't get rid of the bill-but even if he went back to prison, things didn't end.

Stark can still come over and ask what is going on.

Having said that, he still needs Stark to calm down, and then this pot is best to be thrown on the bill-he himself used the genes of the two closest people to make his own body.

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

The truth always sounds like bullshit.

He didn't think Stark would believe it-if someone told him about it, he didn't believe it either.

Unless he has to admit that it is true.

"First of all, you have to change a piece of clothing." The bill does not take into account Zhang Dianyu's idea, but provides a way to escape. "The nearest one is a clothing store outside the hospital, next to the gift shop."

Zhang Dianyu glanced at the boy in his arms, threw him into the center of the mop, and then looked at the upper shelf. There were several organizers on the shelf, and the lid was crooked to reveal the dark blue fabric.

It looks like a cleaner's replacement uniform.

Zhang Dianyu moved the storage box without hesitation, and turned out the clothes with a musty smell.

The bill opened the blue pupil slightly: "You are committing theft."

Zhang Dianyu picked up a rag from the side and stuffed it under the boy's nose: "If you don't shut up, I'll block your mouth."

The bill grabbed his wrist.

"Ok."

Zhang Dianyu: "?" strange request.

"But you can't break order, you can't do this." The bill said seriously.

Zhang Dianyu took a deep breath, preparing to really put the rag in—does this little thing think he dare not?

"Otherwise you will be judged as a failed sample." The bill added at the last second.

Zhang Dianyu's hand paused.

"Then how are you going to let me escape under surveillance everywhere?" He thought it was ridiculous, "This is an impossible task-if Stark caught us both, you are responsible for explaining. "

"You already have a response mechanism." The bill said confidently.

"?" Zhang Dianyu: "'I am mentally ill' is not a **** coping mechanism, and I am here to prove that I am not ill-unlike you, I am indeed normal." He gasped and continued. : "And can mental illness explain this inexplicable **** situation? You heard the nurse saying that Stark must be looking for someone everywhere to verify this."

"That's because you cheated." The bill raised his eyes and looked at him. "But in any case, I will try my best to keep this world from perishing."

The boy's serious tone and serious eyes made Zhang Dianyu speechless for a while.

"If the world is destroyed, you will disappear." The bill said, "I don't want you to disappear."