It was time for the prisoners to eat at this time. If Lecter had not been assigned to the opposite side by Zhang Dianyu to do hard labor, he might just hit this scene at this time.

Thinking of this, Zhang Dianyu couldn't help but praise his foresight.

But when he hid the "father and son" and walked out of the bedroom-as the green employee door lock clicked, Banner walked in with a folder.

"Mr. Warden, this is the resume of the psychiatrist who was appointed for the interview this morning. I have printed it out for you-uh, Mr. Stark has left?"

Banner was a little strange. Twenty minutes ago, he was sitting at the dining table near the entrance of the cafeteria. He happened to see Stark and the warden walking to the office happily talking and leaving so soon?

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

Banner really doesn't open which pot or mention which pot.

"Mr. Stark is here for Devil Island," Zhang Dianyu found the easiest reason to explain. "After all, you should also know that the other half of the scenic spot on Devil Island is owned by Stark Industries. ."

Banner nodded, seeming to have accepted this statement.

Zhang Dianyu also secretly relieved.

Banner left after leaving the papers. Zhang Dianyu picked it up and opened the cover and glanced at it, then glanced at Jonathan Klein, who was well-dressed in the photo, before throwing it aside.

Anyway, he couldn't really let the Scarecrow stay here for a long time.

Fear is an important means to punish prisoners, and only the right fear can make prisoners serve their sentences obediently. Let this abnormal psychology expert who has a unique hobby of fear stay here, and the prison may enter **** mode.

It was only nine o'clock at this time, and there was still an hour before Klein came for the interview. Zhang Dianyu deliberately checked Stark and the bill in the room. The boy looked like he was in a coma, and his chest rises and fells were so weak that he couldn't see it—but Stark was different. He breathed smoothly and his face was ruddy. There is no danger to go up.

Zhang Dianyu stared at the man's face for a long time, trying to convince himself that the other party was not asleep.

But he looked like he was asleep.

Zhang Dianyu finally understood what other people thought when he was unconscious on his main interface-it was outrageous.

He almost guessed where the bill intended to take Stark. It was nothing more than another world he had been to-or another world where Stark existed. Strictly speaking, there shouldn't be a real place, it can only be regarded as a dream. Zhang Dianyu didn’t understand why he would connect to the other Stark’s dream. According to what the bill said before, that Stark should also be in a severe coma now, because he completely deleted himself after being transformed by the Extremis virus. After the brain.

He doesn't understand what this means-the amnesia in his brain is deleted, but his own personality is still there? The bill wants to take this Stark to meet his creator, for what? Let him learn the lesson and amend the bill?

Anyway, he only knew that Stark was hiding in his bedroom in a coma, and if someone saw him, his reputation would fall again.

Even Zhang Dianyu himself, now almost understand that he is among the prisoners set up: cruel abuse of prisoners-he can not explain this, he thought he was playing a game of breeding prisoners; messing with male-male relations- -But it's all himself; extremely stingy and unrefined-what about conscience? They eat smoked sausage every day! Dislike the bad food? Why don't you think about food in prison when you commit a crime!

The difference between this and ordinary prisons is that in most private prisons, money can be exchanged for treatment. Although it is not impossible in this prison, they are not willing to go to the morgue, and Zhang Dianyu can do nothing.

Perhaps after the Alcatraz Island Prison is completed, some cells will be vacated here to be transformed into high-level cells, so that prisoners can spend money on the construction of the prison.

When Zhang Dianyu couldn't help but enter the bedroom for the third time to check the status of the two Stark, he was almost hit by Banner.

Klein arrived at the prison gate fifteen minutes earlier, and the guard reported the situation to the assistant warden, so he knocked on the office door.

Zhang Dianyu turned his back to the office door, holding the bedroom doorknob in his hand, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on his back.

If Banner came a minute and a half earlier, maybe he would see a person lying on the bed—the bill was smaller and completely blocked by Stark.

Zhang Dianyu controlled his emotions and turned around and nodded to Banner: "You go and pick up Doctor Klein. If nothing else, he will be the psychologist here in the future."

Of course, he deliberately described Klein as more important, just to get Banner away.

After almost exposed twice, he dared not enter and leave the bedroom with someone, but he still felt uneasy.

After Banner left, Zhang Dianyu walked to the door blankly and cautiously, and quickly glanced at the corridor outside. After confirming that there was no one, he quickly returned to the bedroom and pulled the quilt to cover Stark's head. Up. Then moved the bill inside to the outermost side, simply disguising it.

He listened to the noise from outside, and before the footsteps sounded, he left the bedroom and took a look from the outside-if he didn't come closer, he wouldn't be able to find Stark hiding inside.

After that, he closed the bedroom door carefully. After confirming that the door lock would not slip off, he returned to his sofa and took a deep breath to stabilize his emotions.

Although Lai Ren is a psychopathic criminal, he is also an expert in psychology. He needs to be careful not to expose information.

In addition to the people in his room-and most importantly, he already knew the identity of the other person.

This is obviously quite unreasonable. The scarecrow in this world hasn't exposed himself yet, because of various accidents, he left Gotham and avoided his natural enemy Batman.

This is very bad.

Although there are various superheroes in the world who have been fighting against such criminals, at this time, due to the fact that the federal government is preparing to implement the Super Human Registration Act, it is also chaotic. It is difficult to say whether Klein will fish in troubled waters during this period. .

Maybe he got some news and learned that this prison is the secret of the place where superhuman criminals are housed—in fact, it can’t be called a secret, but because the number of people in custody is not large, it is temporarily unknown to the public.

But at its root, isn't the opposition between superhumans and ordinary people brought about precisely because of fear of the unknown and uncontrollable power?

During this time, Zhang Dianyu also turned over the stories in the news. After seeing various accidents caused by the pursuit of criminals, he also had to approve of the existence of the bill-but obviously the consequences cannot be determined by Star K will bear it alone.

The Tony Stark in another universe was confident to the point of arrogance-he knew that the bill had many loopholes, but was unable to change the status quo, so he took all the pots down.

In the end, he almost used his life to ensure that the Premier League list was not leaked.

But who has reason to believe in the notorious "former arms dealer," "executioner," and "warmaker" Tony Stark? Before the last moment, no one knew that he would fulfill this promise even if he lost everything.

Moreover, from the perspective of others, Zhang Dianyu had to admit that they were right.

No one will surrender his secrets and life to a dude who seems unreliable, even if he puts on his armor to guard the earth.

Zhang Dianyu thought wildly until the office door was knocked.

He glanced at his watch subconsciously. It was exactly ten o'clock-no more than a minute, and he was not late.

Zhang Dianyu frowned.

The green staff door was pushed open, and the visitor subconsciously stared at the door with a special color, then immediately turned to look at Zhang Dianyu in the office, smiled and nodded: "Mr. Warden. "

Zhang Dianyu is also looking at each other.

Klein looks even more well-dressed than the photo on his resume. He wore a dark suit and gold-rimmed eyes, as if he really was an academic psychologist in college.

"Doctor Klein." Zhang Dianyu looked at each other and motioned to the sofa next to him, "Please sit down."

There is a doctor's qualification certificate on the resume provided by Klein. Since the other party is here to interview a psychiatrist, of course he has to call him a doctor.

Klein smiled and sat down on the sofa and started to get to the topic: "I heard that a psychiatrist is needed in prison."

"Forever-doctor, I don't think you know how many people in the prison need professional treatment in this area." Zhang Dianyu shrugged, and he realized that he actually didn't have much interview experience-even at first he thought that employees are games. Randomly generated, the interview is like a cutscene.

"No, Mr. Warden." Klein said while looking at the young man behind his desk. "I just hope to understand and help these people who have committed crimes due to mental problems choose to come here-Warden. Sir, are you hurt?"

Zhang Dianyu was a little surprised. He followed the other's gaze and saw a few drops of blood on his sleeves.

He recalled that it seemed to have been left when trying to wake Stark with cactus thorns.

Zhang Dianyu raised his head and met the gaze of Klein following him, with a kind smile: "Oh, that's not my blood."

After speaking, he found that the smile on Klein's face seemed to be stagnant for a moment--it could also be his hallucinations, because immediately he found that Klein's smile was more gentle and pure.

Zhang Dianyu was lost in thought.

He feels that he is not very good at interviews, and he should let Banner come in the future-although he still wants to get Banner out of prison affairs as soon as possible, join the Avengers as soon as possible, do what he really should do, and become who he should be.

But he is really not good at this.

However, as a warden, he shouldn't have to personally interview employees every time. When the Alcatraz Prison is stable, maybe he should hire a real assistant.

But now, he looked at Klein, who seemed to be sitting a little stiff on the sofa, and tried to experience how he felt right now.

It doesn't look like a fear of gas poisoning-although he is still in the urgency of a shortage of funds, this should be his daily feelings, not an enhanced fear.

That being the case, he also wants to end this interview.

The next procedure should be to discuss with the bill how to pay close attention to Klein, and stop him before he is ready to engage in trouble, revealing his true identity.

There are already many versions of the "Scarecrow" legend on the Internet, only one step is to reveal his identity and be sent to Arkham, but he did not expect to have a new goal.

"Then, Dr. Klein, if there is nothing else you want to ask, your interview has been passed." Zhang Dianyu said, "My assistant will take you to the psychiatrist's office, where there is also a colleague of yours. , You can ask him if you have any questions."

Zhang Dianyu threw the pot to Strange easily.

After Klein left, Zhang Dianyu took advantage of the time when Banner was also dismissed, and once again opened the bedroom door to look at the situation inside.

Unfortunately, nothing has changed.

The King Shark in the air confinement room was transferred to an ordinary cell before dawn-because of his size, the ordinary confinement room was as small as a coffin for him. He was confined in a small transparent air confinement room for one night. He had long lost the strength to threaten others and shrank into a vacant cell in the mental ward with a lack of strength.

Zhang Dianyu didn't plan to ask him if he was willing to cooperate immediately—he planned to give Shark King a whole day of thinking time. If he slowed down at night and changed his mind, then he could continue yesterday's air cell tonight.

In the midst of repeated regrets, one day he will sincerely agree to the exchange terms proposed by Zhang Dianyu. To this end, Zhang Dianyu is willing to wait for a while.

Banner took the new psychiatrist on the path to the mental ward, with a trace of worry in his eyebrows.

In fact, the psychiatrist looked a little weak. Ordinary psychiatric patients have terrible offensive powers, but mentally ill criminals who can be put in prison are obviously violent elements.

It is not that the psychiatrist in the prison has not been murdered by a prisoner—Speaking of which, Strange's luck is exceptional, and he has not encountered any threat from a mentally ill criminal.

When he was about to reach the mental illness area, Klein suddenly stopped and looked at the sky.

When Banner found that the new psychiatrist had not followed up, he turned his head and met the other person's gaze: "Doctor Klein, do you have any questions?"

"Dr. Banner." Klein looked at him and extended his right hand, "Looking up to the name for a long time."

Banner shook hands with each other in confusion. Although he is a physicist who was once quite famous-but his reputation will not spread to the psychology circle?

Klein smiled slightly and said nothing.

That night, after night fell, in the industrial park monitoring room not far from the prison, only one light screen was lit up, but there was no one on the opposite side.

"Where is Stark?" Fury looked at the empty room suspiciously.

No one came to the meeting, and there was no Stark who was there every day.

"Sorry, Mr. Director." The artificial intelligence butler's voice replied. "Mr. went to the prison this morning to meet with the warden. He has never come back."

"But you should know where he is." Fury reacted immediately.

"In fact, the unknown technology in the prison will often cause the lack of signal. I can't always accompany my husband in the prison area." The artificial intelligence butler replied.

"Stop playing word games with me," Fury said hard, "I understand what you mean, but you still know where he is."

"Yes, Mr. Director." The artificial intelligence butler replied, "Mr. All vital signs are normal, please don't worry."

"I'm not worried..." Fury said halfway, and immediately changed his words, "Tell me what he was doing. He was suddenly absent from the meeting tonight. Why?"

Artificial intelligence butler: "Because he is sleeping, Mr. Director."

Fury's face changed: "Sleep? You mean...?"

"Just sleeping, Mr. Secretary." The artificial intelligence replied.

Fury: "I don't believe it."

artificial intelligence:"……"

At the same time, while Banner was out for dinner, Zhang Dianyu looked at the situation in the bedroom again, but unfortunately nothing has changed.

He closed the door carefully and sat on the edge of the bed looking frowning at the two people in a coma.

If they don't come back, he will just help Stark declare brain death.

Otherwise, his bed will be gone tonight-besides, he is even faintly worried now. He can never truly understand and trust the non-human being of the bill. He even wondered if Stark was abducted by him to another world to replace Stark there. Maybe this is the plan of the bill?

At this moment, he heard a knock on the office door coming from outside the bedroom.

"Mr. Warden, the Shark King agreed to sign an agreement to guard the underwater Devil Island during the guard's questioning. You need to look at this document."

Zhang Dianyu rushed to the bedroom door and stopped again.

Banner outside the door had already pushed the door and walked in, raising his voice somewhat puzzled: "Mr. Warden?"

In theory, Zhang Dianyu usually sits on his sofa and handles prison affairs at this time, and his dinner will be delivered by the guards, and he will not go to the restaurant.

Banner's footsteps sounded outside the door, as if walking towards the bedroom.

After a while, there really was a knock on the door close at hand.

"Mr. Warden, are you resting? Is there any discomfort? Do you need me to call a doctor?"

Banner was a little worried, maybe because there were too many emergencies recently, Mr. Warden looked a little tired.

Zhang Dianyu swallowed hard, turning around to hide Stark a little more tightly. It was getting late, and Stark was found in his dark bedroom at this time, and it sounded like something was wrong.

The moment he turned around, someone covered his mouth from behind.

"Shhh, don't say anything."

He heard that this was Stark's voice, and for a moment he was surprised, happy and angry.

The timing of this awakening doesn't seem to be good-but at least Stark doesn't need to be declared brain dead.

Zhang Dianyu lowered his voice, afraid that Banner outside would hear it.

"You need to hide."

"I know," he heard Stark's voice, "rest assured, I have experience."

Zhang Dianyu: "...?" What experience? The experience of hide-and-seek in someone's house in the middle of the night?

"Just count 30 seconds in your heart and you can open the door." Stark said in a low voice.

Zhang Dianyu was a little bit unsure, but Yiyan counted to thirty silently in his heart, then slowly turned the doorknob to see Banner's worried face outside.

Banner finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw him, and then his eyes fell on the collar of his shirt: "Mr. Warden...Where did you bleed?"

He looked at Zhang Dianyu suspiciously.