Soon, Zhang Dianyu received a second call from the guards.

The content of the guard's report was simple. Loki was shocked again. The gun was stunned on the floor because he also refused to go to the morgue. There was a physical conflict with the prison guards, and the consequences were repeated not long ago.

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

As a god, this is a bit miserable.

If it hadn't been for the good things Zhang Dianyu had done after watching the news on the news, he might have moved in compassion now.

He thought for a while and said to the phone: "He has wasted two opportunities, then send it to the underground confinement room."

When Loki woke up, he found himself in a small, dark and dark space, and he could touch the cold wall with his hand. The space above the head is not high, it seems to be a wooden board, knocking on it will make a hollow sound.

This situation is a bit strange. He calmly fumbled for the plank above, feeling that this might be a way out—it was obvious that he had lost his magic in this weird atrium prison...and his clothes, dressed in stupid prison uniforms, and was locked in a It was obviously used to punish prisoners in a small dark room.

The first step he had to do was to leave the prison's field of ability or the scope of something, and then let the bold warden here kneel down and beg for mercy.

Zhang Dianyu in the office found a new pair of earplugs and walked into the bedroom behind him.

I have to say that compared with the bed in Stark's house, his bed of the same size as the prisoner sleeps two people a bit narrower-although the bill only occupies half of the person's place.

The two looked at the ceiling calmly until Zhang Dianyu said: "Go down to sleep on the sofa."

"You used to let Peter sleep in your room and go to the sofa by yourself." The bill replied.

"You don't need to sleep." Zhang Dianyu glanced at his side, "It's like this-who are you from me?"

After thinking about the bill, he wanted to sit up, and nodded at Zhang Dianyu in the dark: "You are right."

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

In fact, things haven't improved much after the bill was driven away, and he still felt a little restless. The jail that night was full of factors of instability, and the next day Scarecrow would come to interview a psychiatrist. He and Bill also designed a small trap to let Scarecrow jump in by himself.

He opened the map and saw the big silver-gray ball-shaped shark king shrunk in the air confinement room, and saw the newly imprisoned super criminals who were stubbornly supported on the bench to maintain dignity, and finally pulled the map to Rocky’s graveyard. Confinement room.

He was completely awake now.

He saw on the map that Loki was destroying the coffin above his head, and even the coffin had shown a crooked red state, proving that the item was damaged.

Zhang Dianyu immediately got up and put on a suit jacket, and called several guards to wait for the rabbits above the cemetery.

It took Rocky a lot of time to finally open a hole in the plank above his head that could barely accommodate himself. With handcuffs on his hands, this behavior is much more difficult than usual-plus he has lost the magic that he usually relies on.

This board is very thick and smooth to the touch, but it is still a little weak as a ceiling.

He stretched out his arms with difficulty, grabbed the side and prepared to climb up. The back of the hand touched something slippery to the touch, but the hard contact surface seemed to have a little elasticity.

Rocky drilled out of the hole flexibly, and saw a deadly stiff face.

He released his hand unexpectedly and fell off.

"Odin's—" He almost blurted out an Asgardian mantra, closed his mouth in time, and twisted his eyebrows tightly.

The sound of shoveling soil came from his head, and then a gleam of flashlight came in. Loki frowned to cover the light and saw a face looking at him from outside the hole.

The man's face was hidden behind the flashlight, he couldn't see his face, only one voice was heard.

"Move the body away."

Rocky: "...?" Was he really a corpse? He thought this was a prison, but unexpectedly, he felt as if he had touched the body on the roof of the confinement room, so that he let go and fell off.

However, he calmed down the moment he fell, and after thinking about it, he felt that it might be a latex prop used for guards' daily practice.

But this judgment was denied when he looked up and saw someone coming.

Loki was silent for a moment.

He thought that the atrium had long since left the ignorance and darkness of civilization-but why are there discarded bodies on the roof of the prison used to punish and imprison criminals?

The sound of shoveling over the head temporarily stopped, and the voice commanded: "No. 601009 tried to escape from prison, bring him up."

Rocky: "?" Now the atrium people like to talk on the roof?

After a few minutes, he finally knew what was going on.

It's not that the other person is on the roof, but he is underground-he was stunned twice as soon as he came to this ghost place and was buried alive by this opportunity?

At this time, Zhang Dianyu was studying the coffin that was smashed through a big hole. He glanced back at Loki who was brought up: "This is for compensation."

Loki snorted.

Zhang Dianyu paused: "No money?"

Loki's face sank: "How dare you talk to me like this?"

Zhang Dianyu: "Are there any money?"

Rocky: "..."

Zhang Dianyu sighed. It seems that Mr. Cthulhu in this world is a newcomer, and he hasn't saved a small treasury even after he has done something.

"If you don't have any money, you can only deduct it from the wages of the prison labor." He looked at Loki, "The labor was originally voluntary. You can accumulate points to apply for parole-but before the coffin is paid, you Prison labor is mandatory."

Loki gave Zhang Dianyu a nasal voice again.

But before the other party spoke, Zhang Dianyu stepped up from the grave, patted the dirt on his hands, looked at him and said, "I know a place that is perfect for you."

Zhang Dianyu smiled.

Luo Jiji wanted to ridicule the other party, but this strange prison did make him smell a dangerous odor—of course, it could also be the horrible animal howling in the wind that made him shiver.

In addition to roaring and screaming, the shadows in the darkness seem to have been moving back and forth, transporting items to the depths of the prison.

Connecting to the corpse just now, Loki's thinking also became active, and some bad guesses were generated.

"I still don't understand." He saw the young man called "Mr. Warden" spread his hand at him and asked frankly, "What's wrong with the morgue?"

Rocky: "..."

He was eventually taken to the morgue.

It seems that due to some new decision, the warden not only did not continue to pursue the fact that he knocked a big hole in the coffin-of course, it did not exempt him from financial compensation-but also arranged for him a high-end cell that resembled a simple bedroom.

It turns out that this is the meaning of the morgue.

I knew he wouldn't have to get an electric shock.

Although the electric shock could not cause any substantial harm to him even when weakened, he was fainted in a coma on the cold floor under the full view of the public. Obviously he remembered the so-called "Mr. Warden" On the blacklist.

No matter what tricks the warden may follow, it will become a stepping stone to his escape.

Zhang Dianyu in the office looked at the map of the morgue, and the plus sign on the item of calm in Rocky's status bar went up a few more, and Wei Wei felt relieved—maybe it meant he would not make trouble for the time being.

Unexpectedly, the alien’s arm strength is quite good, even if he can’t use magic here, he can pierce the coffin board with his bare hands—is this what he often used to beat others with a staff?

Zhang Dianyu shook his head.

He had already fallen asleep, but he opened the map to check the state of the newly inmates without worry-the detention cell was fairly calm, and everyone sat on the benches to rest properly. It was fatigue. It's quite full.

However, it is a good thing that prisoners feel tired and have no time to create riots.

Shark King shrinks in the corner of the air confinement room far away from the crowd. The plus sign of the fear value is so green that the entire screen is filled. It seems to have achieved great results. It is estimated that he can be forced to submit tomorrow, and he will not dare in a short time. Make things easy.

The Riddler was sitting on the floor of a room separated from the clown by two empty confinement rooms, and a question mark appeared in the bubble above his head.

Zhang Dianyu admired it for a while, and it seemed to match.

At this moment, a black head stretched out in front of his eyes.

Zhang Dianyu pushed the bill aside: "What are you doing?"

"You shouldn't send him into a confinement room." The bill said solemnly.

"He will disrupt the order." Zhang Dianyu babbled casually.

The bill looked at him disapprovingly: "But if this continues, the prison rating cannot be raised to 3 points."

Zhang Dianyu glanced at him slowly.

"After the prison rating is upgraded, you can accept higher subsidy tasks. This is the basic rule set by the world." The bill looked up at his game panel and pointed to the riddler sitting on the floor of the confinement room. "There is a question mark on his head, which means you didn't follow the rules."

Zhang Dianyu turned his head away: "Do you know who this is? It's normal to have a question mark on the bubble, and he still draws the question mark on his head."

The bill showed a disapproving look: "And the opening of staff safety training courses for the Secret Mutant Youth Offender Correction Center."

Zhang Dianyu slowly played a question mark.

No wonder he can recruit very few employees, because no one has passed this so-called safety training-but is it normal to recruit employees first and then train them?

He wanted to take the risk of receiving a ticket to force a few employees to pass. It's just that he still has half of the old house on the island to be repaired, and he can't spend so much money to pay the fine for the time being.

Zhang Dianyu looked at the riddler in the confinement room, looking a little shaken.

"And the clown," the bill interjected in due course, "It stands to reason that the time he was incarcerated for violating the prison system should be almost over."

Zhang Dianyu's shaken heart became firm again.

He looked at the bill: "You can go out."

The boy was kicked out of the bedroom, Zhang Dianyu leaned on the pillow in the dark and sighed.

Of course he wants to improve the prison rating-but this is much harder to do than to establish a small goal.

This is not an ordinary prison, but even the dome prison that Stark is involved in building has super criminals from time to time to escape from it, let alone other prisons.

Arkham, who is a free-range provider of mentally ill criminals, is the most famous-prisoners come back there as if they are home. They will go back and have a look at the holidays, share with their inmates their experience during this period, and improve their criminal skills.

It is precisely because of this that Zhang Dianyu has strengthened his belief that no free-range breeding is possible.

Of course, in order to allow the prisoners to do more work, he did not set any time in prison. In addition to bathing, sleeping and eating, prisoners can all come out to work. At the same time, prisoners often organize large-scale escapes.

Zhang Dianyu sometimes doesn't know whether the things that happened in his memory are true.

But at least the world is real.

Regardless of the reason, he can no longer keep prisoners free-whether he wants to commit a crime or not, first put all the dangerous elements in the confinement room and keep them under close supervision.

Zhang Dianyu looked at the three young mutants he was assigned to take care of. These few people are the best among super criminals. Zhang Dianyu was actually very worried.

There is no window in his room and no light can be seen outside, but the map on the game panel can show that it is almost midnight.

The engineering team built the apron on the roof of the cafeteria overnight in the dark night, and it is estimated that it can be used tomorrow. Stark is willing to lend him a Quinn fighter jet he built for S.H.I.E.L.D. to transport prisoners-but at least a tarmac is needed.

No prisoner could sleep peacefully this night.

It's fine for the terrifying beasts roaring outside, and the construction sound outside also rang all night-judging from the direction of the sound, this is the holy land cafeteria in everyone's mind.

Early the next morning, the prisoners didn't even have time to take a bath, and they squeezed at the door of the dormitory at 8 o'clock to try to see the situation outside.

The cafeteria is intact, still carrying its heavy responsibility-to shoulder the food, entertainment, and all the relaxing moments of the prisoners' life in prison.

But its roof was covered with a dark gray platform, and it was impossible to see what it was used for from below. However, in connection with what happened not long ago, the prisoners already had guesses in their hearts.

Sure enough, during the breakfast of the prisoners' fear, the roar of the engine came from overhead.

At the moment the jet fell on the roof, Strange, who seriously and attentively scooped potato soup into the prisoner’s dinner plate, shook his body along with the whole building, and poured a spoonful of soup before it could spill out. In Banner's bowl.

Banner looked at his bowl intently, then looked up at Strange again.

Strange: "..."

Banner: "...congratulations?"

Strange gave him a cold look: "You should also be a ‘doctor’."

Banner shrugged: "I am not that kind of ‘doctor’. I study high-energy physics. Of course I believe in miracles."

Strange: "..."

Stark walked out of the Quinjet. He looked around and found Mr. Warden, who was meditating under the canteen.

"I'm very happy that you built the tarmac so soon, Mr. Warden." Stark tried to make himself look like he wasn't mocking. "Then I want to know, where are the stairs down?"

Zhang Dianyu: "..." This is exactly what he is thinking about.

In the end, Stark climbed the ladder down the maintenance.

He looked at Zhang Dianyu, and then at the dilapidated maintenance ladder with a few dust on his new suit.

"Mr. Warden, you are from... planet, don't you need windows or stairs?" Stark thought for a while, and added, "Sometimes you don't need a door."

"..." Zhang Dianyu restrained his expression: "I am totally...belong to the earth." He wanted to say that he was an earthling, but he didn't know if he counted.

Stark thoughtfully.

Zhang Dianyu looked at him again: "You don't have to come here in person. You can tell Rita if you have anything."

Stark raised an eyebrow: "In other words, can you get the information synchronized with her?"

Zhang Dianyu spread out his hands.

"But I'm here this time to talk to another person." Stark smiled slightly, "You know."

Of course, Zhang Dianyu liked the fact that the bill was about to rollover.

He took Stark back to the warden’s office, and the bill sat on the sofa to enjoy his breakfast seriously. In the case of his carrier, he, like Zhang Dianyu, must eat and eat normally, whether he is human or not. Sleep.

Of course, humans sleep to protect their brains. This carrier is not important to him and can be discarded at any time. Especially Stark is close to the truth, so the bill may discard this body at any time.

Stark stood in front of the green employee's door, facing the bill on the sofa, their eyes met.

"Do you have something to tell me, little one?" Stark brushed his tie and asked casually.

The boy on the sofa looked solemn.

"I want to take you to a place."

In the next second, Zhang Dianyu's face stiffened while holding his arm to watch the excitement.

Both Stark and Bill fell to the ground and fell asleep, unable to wake up no matter what. He even cut a cactus thorn to help, but the situation worsened and Stark's hand began to bleed.

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

He could only drag two people into the bedroom and hide them, hoping to go well.

Because he has to interview the Scarecrow at ten o'clock.