Perhaps after seeing Zhang Dianyu’s complex face, Stark ton-ton-ton filled a paper cup of coffee and sat down to hold his forehead to explain: "This is a developmental disorder similar to high-functioning autism, a sick child It will look a little...different."

Zhang Dianyu also sat down next to it.

How should he explain this? The symptoms sound no problem, but that's the bill. He is not a human being, how can he be evaluated using human psychological state?

After filling a whole cup of coffee, Stark went back to the coin-operated coffee machine next to it.

Looking at his back, Zhang Dianyu suddenly remembered the question just now, and wanted to suggest it from another angle: "Uh, maybe...make'Bill' an imaging image of the brain? Or a blood test?"

Stark froze with a new cup of coffee: "Blood test?"

Zhang Dianyu: "?"

"Oh..." Stark hesitated. "In fact, this is to rule out some cases such as heavy metal poisoning..."

Zhang Dianyu was expressionless.

Stark: "..."

This is equivalent to saying that Mr. Warden may be a mental abnormality caused by some kind of poisoning.

Zhang Dianyu took a deep breath and controlled the warden's words: "Can I go to see him then?" Since the question of the bill was unclear, he simply bought a little time to get things clear and then throw him away Forget it here.

Anyway, he has a relative here to pay him medical expenses.

Stark nodded: "He is in the clinic I just walked out of."

When Zhang Dianyu walked into the room, there was only one bill in the large counseling room. The boy's hands were on his knees and he sat on the sofa properly.

The bill turned his head when he heard his voice, and looked at him with unwavering eyes.

Zhang Dianyu quickly closed the door behind him.

"Is there surveillance here?"

"The conversation between the psychologist and the patient is confidential." The bill replied expressionlessly, "If there is a camera here, we can sue this hospital."

Zhang Dianyu: "?" Is this the point?

He locked the door with his backhand and sat beside the bill.

Looking at him, Zhang Dianyu can only say: "The latest news, you are diagnosed with Azberg syndrome, so you can't go."

The boy's expression finally moved, and his blue pupil opened slightly: "This is impossible, I am not a human being, and I cannot have a human illness."

"Really." Zhang Dianyu replied, "But I can't refute. It's really that you are a bit... In short, this is the case-you tell me what is the problem of recruiting employees in the secret mutant youth criminal correctional center. The next thing is It’s time to enjoy Stark’s parent-child time here.”

The bill blinked.

"How did you know?"

"Obvious." Zhang Dianyu said. There are no outsiders here, and he no longer remotely controls the warden to make gestures. The dark-haired youth and the dark-haired boy acted almost the same way, sitting on the sofa in a regular manner.

"--During the conversation with Stark, your trousers' legs became shorter." He glanced down at the small brown-grey suit worn by the bill, and his trousers' legs seemed to have returned to normal. Obviously, Stark re-prepared his clothes, but almost exactly the same as the previous one.

Zhang Dianyu smiled a little: "For some personal reason, you deliberately stepped up to Stark, so that he can help you improve the'Bill'."

The boy's blue eyes looked at Zhang Dianyu: "He in the other world is my creator, and theoretically he has the ability to repair me."

Zhang Dianyu shrugged.

The bill is not unreasonable-but the problem is that Stark in another world does not seem to be good at this. Didn’t he get into Osborne’s conspiracy after he fought against the captain’s camp, and eventually ended up in disgrace?

Zhang Dianyu stared at the bills around him, feeling that the future was not very bright.

But they are already grasshoppers tied to a rope.

In any case, he had to find a real chef for the correctional center. Those little fart children have eaten fried eggs for several days in a row, and now they look at Magneto with complex fear in their eyes.

After all, if they refuse to eat, the mutant leader will show a terrible smile, and let them stand at the door at night to punish.

These are also messages secretly passed by Peter.

But Peter's detention time is coming to an end, and his foreign science and technology study group should return to New York. Just like the correctional center, for those who are super capable, minors are held in isolation in prison, which is not open to the public, in order to protect their identity.

It's just that Spider-Man comes with a balaclava and can move freely in prison.

In the following days, Peter occasionally called his aunt May to report on the study tour abroad. Stark has managed everything, and even Midtown Middle School thinks that Peter was really selected to participate in a free technology tour group.

If Zhang Dianyu went back fast enough, he could catch up with Peter to go through the formalities to pick up his belongings and send it to the individual, and advise the boy not to say anything "will definitely come back" again.

This flag is still a good thing.

Zhang Dianyu looked at the bill in front of him. The boy looked serious, but he had a headache.

In the case of Peter, it seems a bit subtle-in fact, he did nothing wrong, but because he almost destroyed an entire block in Midtown when he stopped Dr. Octopus, he was still detained by law enforcement in accordance with the bill.

In the past, such a situation was difficult to determine responsibility. In order to allow Chaoying to have no worries, Stark and Aegis Bureau jointly established the "damage control" company to perform post-event cleanup and compensation for war damage.

Zhang Dianyu thought of Stark's helpless spread of his hands crowded on the small train in the amusement park-"No one should attribute the criminals' fault to themselves."

However, it is not. He took the initiative to take responsibility for compensation, and few Chaoying came forward to defend himself. After several large-scale pursuits of casualties caused by criminals, the proposal of the "Super Human Registration Act" has been supported by more and more people.

But Zhang Dianyu had long known that this would not work.

Even though Stark agreed to sign the bill to stand on Capitol Hill as the last representative of the British super world, he ultimately failed to keep anyone, and even lost himself.

But on the contrary, letting superhumans and ordinary people stand on opposite sides will only intensify the contradiction.

Zhang Dianyu looked at the bill, and the bill looked back.

The two stared at each other for a moment, and the boy took the lead: "How?"

Zhang Dianyu replied: "It's nothing. I thought about how you would be overthrown and the scene where the prison was leveled."

The bill opened his eyes slightly.

Zhang Dianyu knew the pain of the bill he poked.

"That happened once..." the boy said softly, "it won't happen again."

"How?" Zhang Dianyu asked.

He didn't seem to panic, but in fact, he had no answer.

No one has.

The bill's gaze seems to be evading: "I think Stark should have a way."

"He didn't." Zhang Dianyu said, "You have seen with your own eyes, what he did not do."

The bill stared blankly at him.

"It's not that you have a Super Human Registration Act when you appear here, right?" Zhang Dianyu asked, "It's because the Super Human Registration Act is about to be introduced in this world. It only needs you."

The bill did not answer.

"So, another question." Zhang Dianyu said, "Do you know me?"

The question will soon be answered by the bill: "Of course, I am your creator, it is your..."

Zhang Dianyu quickly interrupted the bill, and he didn't want to hear any more "daddy" shit.

"I mean, do you know where I come from? You said that I was a human sample handed over to you by the world, so - which world's human sample?"

The bill looked at him: "I don't know, this is not important, the important thing is that I am yours..."

Zhang Dianyu interrupted the bill again.

"As far as I know, this world, and the world you were born in-superheroes are real and exist in human society."

The bill nodded.

"But I come from a world without super heroes-where they are just characters in the story, presented to the audience in various ways."

The bill is a little too far, it seems not very understandable.

"So, this world-he summoned you and copied humans from another world, and gave you samples." Zhang Dianyu thought for a while, "It is trying any way to save, because it thinks that the birth of the bill will... ...Kill it."

The bill widened its eyes slightly.

Zhang Dianyu looked at him: "Of course, these are just my speculations-I guess the world has never told you when you made samples."

The bill nodded.

The boy lowered his head slightly, his black hair hanging down to cover his dark blue pupil.

Perhaps the appearance of his boy was easy to confuse people. Zhang Dianyu raised his hand in disbelief, ready to pat the lost head of the bill for comfort.

"So... am I still your father?" The boy's voice whispered.

Zhang Dianyu withdrew his right hand without expression.

"To tell the truth, tell me how to recruit staff in the correctional center, and then you will treat the disease here."

The bill was not answered, and it seemed a bit disappointing.

"It's in your logistics panel, you can assign prisoners to labor in prison." The bill looked at Zhang Dianyu and said, "Because only those who already know the identity of mutant children can be recruited as employees."

Zhang Dianyu had a bad hunch.

"Are you talking about red skulls??"

The bill nodded solemnly.

Zhang Dianyu felt a thunderbolt fall from the sky.

Magneto cooking, red skull teaching? Do these children go to heaven or go to heaven?

"According to the Hydra regulations, agents of different levels cannot know the identity of all the test items, so there are only two employees of the discipline center that meet the requirements." The bill said seriously.

Zhang Dianyu raised his head in doubt: "Two?" He thought there was only a red skull.

"Red Skull and Ogre." The bill replied, "Hannibal Lecter was an accident."

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

"But according to calculation results, if Magneto continues to be used as a cook, mutant children will cause mental retardation, mental disorders, and even life threats within six months." The bill suggested intimately, "Lecter is a good cook ."