Wilson of course accepted the task.

He didn't wait long before he saw a dark-haired lady with a cold expression climbed to the roof of the cafeteria. He looked at the dust on the skirt of the "Miss Rita" suit and could not help but glanced at Mr. Warden again.

The dark-haired youth didn't realize what he wanted to express, and smiled right.

Wilson can only get into the helicopter in frustration. Anyway, he usually climbs up and down basically as his pilot, which is not difficult for him-but there may be some prisoners in the future, which makes him very curious, prisoners who need to be transferred by helicopter wear How do handcuffs climb to the roof apron?

During Wilson's cranky thoughts, the lady Rita also got into the helicopter and fastened her seat belt under his guidance.

The rotor of the helicopter was slow to fast, and the violent airflow pressed around, and the cheap helicopter rose off the ground, which seemed to make the entire cafeteria shake slightly.

There was a cry of excitement over the courtyard.

The helicopter flew to the sky staggeringly, Zhang Dianyu raised one hand to set up a pergola to shade, watching it disappear into the sky.

After all, this is currently the most valuable asset of the prison. However, this pilot looks reliable and should not be a problem.

Zhang Dianyu climbed down from the canteen roof and returned to the warden's office. While waiting for the plane to reach Alcatraz Island, he sorted out the documents in hand and remembered that there was an appointment for an interview tomorrow.

That is the former recommended psychology professor named Jonathan Klein.

Zhang Dianyu thought about it for a long time, and the name was a bit strange.

The latest name always makes him feel as if he has heard it.

The bill did not know when it came out of the room. He looked up at the documents in his hand and asked solemnly, "Do you really want to hire him?"

Zhang Dianyu was a little vigilant: "What's wrong with him? Wait a minute-did that Sam Wilson have problems just now?"

The bill stared at Zhang Dianyu's face, and Zhang Dianyu stared at him.

"You are not human and you should not have such poor memory." The bill said doubtfully. "You should ask Stark to reserve an IQ test for you. I don't know what went wrong."

Zhang Dianyu: "?"

It is not important whether he himself is a human being, but if this bill is human, it may be difficult to grow up safely.

"Sam Wilson, nicknamed "Falcon", is a member of the Reserve Avengers under investigation; Jonathan Klein, nicknamed "Scarecrow"--"

Zhang Dianyu spouted a sip of tea.

"What? Scarecrow? Which scarecrow?" He grabbed his resume and turned it over. "...Isn't it Gotham's mental illness that makes people scream and go crazy with poison everywhere?"

The bill nodded solemnly: "He is right."

Zhang Dianyu was silent for a while: "Is he here to give someone a head?"

"Compared to his exposure, he may disturb the prison first." The bill replied solemnly, "Prison riots will cause funds to be disconnected, which is very dangerous for you. In your short warden career, three points away Only one percent of the deficit time is left—"

Zhang Dianyu interrupted him: "Okay, you don't have to say anything."

This scarecrow cannot stay, at least give him a headache.

But if he has not revealed his identity, Zhang Dianyu has no reason to detain him directly. But no matter from what angle, he should now expose the Scarecrow. Now that he is staring at this, he will come over sooner or later to make trouble.

It’s not a good thing to fear that something like poison gas appears in prison.

Hundreds of big men screamed in a small space-the consequences can be imagined.

Zhang Dianyu thought for a moment: "Let's just detain him for illegal detention for a while-find Batman to scare him and force him to confess?"

"No, law." The bill was repeated word for word, "No, that would lead to you being judged as a failure sample-to explain from a human point of view, it is death." Then he looked at Zhang Dianyu and added A sentence, "Judging from the current tense situation, it is good that Batman does not sever ties with you, it is impossible to come over and help."

"Unless he especially wants to catch the criminal." Zhang Dianyu grunted, "--and he certainly thought."

Despite this, he is actually not quite sure.

But the Scarecrow came and would certainly not let him go back.

"So, unless he exposes his identity, we can't take him." Zhang Dianyu thought for a while, "Then let him expose his identity."

"Are you going to let him carry out his plan here? But the prison riot will make-"

Zhang Dianyu interrupted the bill: "Yes, I want him to use fear gas, but not to everyone in the prison."

He looked at the bill and slowly raised the corner of his mouth.

"You have no fear, are you?"

The bill nodded: "But... why did he release poison gas to me?"

Zhang Dianyu was lost in thought.

Even a mentally ill criminal will not destroy his plans for a little boy without a name. I have to say that the bill makes sense. Even if the Scarecrow is locked with him, his eyes wide and his eyes narrowed, the other party may not be able to do it.

The two stared at each other for a moment, and the boy slowly opened his mouth: "But for you, he has a reason to do so."

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

He had long foreseen what the bill would say. He is the warden of this prison. If the scarecrow wants to do things in the prison, it will be logical to try to take him first.

"No." Zhang Dianyu refused without hesitation. He feels that he has had enough to feel his body is not under his control. He still remembers the scene of the warden hanging on the road and streaking along the road. That will be his black history forever.

To be honest, he didn't know what he was afraid of—but obviously, he didn't think about it.

"You are not human, in theory, this method is also feasible for you." The bill said.

Zhang Dianyu was silent.

Although the scarecrow likes to torture others psychologically, in fact the poison gas still acts on physiological reactions, creating illusions by changing human hormones or nerve transmission, and awakening fear in the brain.

The "carrier" used in the bill, that is, this boy's body, is no different from ordinary human beings-but he has nothing to fear, and the effect of poison gas on him may just be a heartbeat.

Zhang Dianyu is different.

Although the bill swears that he is not human, for himself, he has all the emotions humans have, including fear. He didn't dare to guarantee that he could make the bait well, and he didn't know who was giving the head.

The bill seemed to guess what he thought.

"You are worried that you will also feel fear?" Zhanlan's pupils stared at Zhang Dianyu, making him feel strangely irritable.

"Enough." Zhang Dianyu said with a straight face, "I won't use myself as bait."

"But I can help you try what your fears are." The bill turned slightly over its head, "I can affect your brain in the same way-but not when you are awake."

Zhang Dianyu stared at the bill silently.

But this seems to be the only way-if you can be sure that you don't have the emotion of fear, then you can safely fish and enforce the law.

But who wants to prove that he doesn't understand fear?

Zhang Dianyu's gaze intersects with the bill. The boy's clear blue pupils contained no doubt, as if what he was doing now were taken for granted.

He obviously never thought of his "creation" wanting to be human.

He didn't even know why he wanted Zhang Dianyu to "live". Only life will pursue its continuation, and the bill never cares whether it will "die".

Nevertheless, he wanted Zhang Dianyu to "live".

Zhang Dianyu crossed his arms with his arms across his chest: "So-we offer three chapters of the law. No one is allowed to come in when I'm'nightmareing.'"

His criticism can no longer be victimized.

The bill nodded in good faith.

"If I sleepwalk," Zhang Dianyu was silent for a while, "Just hold me back and press back-if I'm still hitting someone in the "dream", you will let me have a good meal."

The bill seems a bit dumbfounded, and I don't know how to answer it. It took a long time before a difficult sentence came out: "But this vehicle will feel pain."

"Isn't that better?" Zhang Dianyu answered seriously.

The bill nodded in grievance.

Zhang Dianyu paused for a moment: "Just kidding."

"Really?" The bill wondered: "But that's not funny?"

Zhang Dianyu: "..." He felt that he should really sleepwalk the bill.

Because of the imminent urgency to deal with the scarecrow, Zhang Dianyu didn't care about Rita's movement on Demon Island, and simply went back to the bedroom and lay down, ready to make this "nightmare."

Bill stood beside his bed, looking down at him.

After a few minutes, the boy asked doubtfully: "Why are you still not sleeping? I can't affect your brain if you don't sleep."

"I remember you said that you can't do anything to me..." Zhang Dianyu stared at the bill. "So you still have reservations?"

The bill shook his head: "When you fall asleep, it is equivalent to losing consciousness. During that time, your... thinking does not belong to this body."

Zhang Dianyu didn't know why the bill paused, which caused some doubts.

But he can understand the meaning of the bill-whenever his "main interface", that is, the body of the warden loses consciousness, his thinking will be transferred to the second role to ensure that he is online.

But he never thought about what it was like to sleep-could he not sleep in theory?

The bill does not seem to have any meaning, but just urged him to fall asleep quickly.

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

He looked at the boy, who also stared at him with wide blue eyes.

It's strange that someone stared at him like this to be able to fall asleep.

The bill hesitated for a moment, helped Zhang Dianyu put on the quilt, and reached out and patted gently on his chest.

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

Unconsciously, he seemed to be the father again by the bill.

He didn't know when he entered the dream. When he was in a dream, he was still able to remember what happened before-and therefore remembered one thing, he never dreamed.

The sun was shining, he stepped on the hot desert, and all his eyes were sand.

Zhang Dianyu was a little puzzled. Was he afraid of being lost in the desert and dying of thirst? But he never left prison, never thought he would go to the desert, how could he be afraid of this?

He drew a foot out of the sand pile in confusion, and the hot sand poured into his shoes, which felt really uncomfortable.

The skin was a little pained by the blazing sunlight, and Zhang Dianyu touched her chest in confusion.

He felt nothing.

Maybe this desert means that his emotions are barren, maybe the bill is right, they are the same-not human, nor human nature, can not experience these complex emotions.

Zhang Dianyu somehow felt bitter.

He looked around, and there seemed to be a figure so small that he could only see the black spots in the distance, moving slowly in the desert.

Zhang Dianyu had a hint of curiosity and wanted to move closer to see who was there-or something.

He barely pulled a leg out of the desert, and before he was about to fall, a clear sound came from his ear.

The sound seemed to be suddenly inserted into his mind, with no source and direction.

Zhang Dianyu was stunned, as if the scene was somewhat familiar.

Immediately afterwards, the same crisp sound kept coming, and the sound became denser, almost continuous, as if pouring gold coins into a purse that was always full of dissatisfaction.

Zhang Dianyu's face grew darker and darker.