Rebuilding Base is Under Construction

Strange's "operating room" didn't turn on the lights, and a circle of candles placed on the ground illuminated the entire room. He asked Stark to move the warden to the center of the magic circle.

Stark: "Do you want to recall his soul?"

Strange glanced again with a mentally retarded look.

Stark: "?"

Strange was expressionless: "I intend to enter his spiritual world. His consciousness may be trapped in a self-enclosed state due to some external stimulus, but I think I should be able to find him."

Stark frowned and thought for a while, "...that's true." He sighed slightly, a trace of worry in his brow.

Strange glanced again: "Get out of the circle, don't make a noise, don't eat by the side."

Stark: "?"

Batman dragged him out, and stopped him from trying to summon the armor.

Strange held the warden's head with both hands, and his black hair was scattered on his fingertips.The beating candlelight reflected on the faces of the two of them, and the atmosphere was very solemn.

Stark held his breath, and the two people outside the candle ring looked at them intently, and the room was silent.

Time seems to have slowed down, and Strange kept this movement unchanged. Stark did not dare to ask, he could only guess whether he would suddenly create one in the room when the magic was activated. Something like a whirlpool leading to an unknown world.

They waited for more than an hour, and Strange opened his eyes suddenly.

Stark was nervous and lost: "Failed?"

Strange replied: "It's over."

Stark looked at the warden with his eyes still closed: "Where is the warden, Mr. Warden?"

Strange went on to say: "--also failed."

Stark: "..."

He took a deep breath, but Strange said before he could speak: "There is nothingness in his spiritual world. I didn't find anything, and I almost got lost in it."

Stark pondered for a moment: "In other words, his consciousness may have been greatly damaged, so it is almost impossible to detect?"

Strange gave him a strange look: "No, it's not at all right. I mean, there is no consciousness in his mind at all."

Stark: "..."

"It's impossible." A hoarse voice sounded nearby.

"Indeed." Strange let go of his hands. "It's impossible."

Stark rolled his eyes, "So what do you want to express? What evil has his soul taken away?"

Strange glanced at him again and stood up: "I want to express that maybe he is indeed brain dead, maybe you should monitor Mr. Warden's brain from this aspect."

The smile on Stark's face disappeared.

Strange glanced at his watch: "It's time to get off work, goodbye."

Stark remained stunned until the flames of the portal disappeared into the room.He looked down at the candlelight still swaying on the ground, still feeling puzzled: "I always think Stephen has something to say."

There was a cold snort from the side: "...magic."

Stark glanced at Batman who was still holding his chest against the wall. "Sorry, I forgot you are still here-when are you going to say goodbye?"

Batman rebuffed coldly: "You dream."

"You know that it takes less than ten minutes to walk from your holiday villa area," Stark said. "Then I won't give it away, right?"

"I won't let him out of sight until Mr. Warden regains consciousness." Batman replied in a low voice, "Banna will not last long."

Stark couldn't help sighing.

He sighed more today than a year.Not long ago Banner reported to everyone the fact that he does not have all the powers to control the prison. To be precise, he has no right to amend any regulations, or even sign a subsidy from Stark artificial intelligence just selected Several subsidies.

He is now similar to a tool man in the warden's office, and the biggest change he can make to the prison is for the guards to send the body of Sykesstone to the hearse.

If Mr. Warden came back, he might be furious-but it was not quite right to park a corpse in the Warden’s room, especially since the prison administration also came to visit again because of the clown’s escape.

Banner was worried about the ticket on the desk.

Stark knelt on one knee in front of the unconscious warden, took out a flashlight and took a picture of him for a long time.

After a while, Batman said: "Did you find the problem?"

"...No." Stark sat on the ground, propped up his knees and thought, "This can't work, even Stephen said there is no way, how can I get back the warden's consciousness in this case?"

"He was saying that the exploratory ceremony just failed," Batman whispered, "but he didn't say there was no way."

Stark looked up sharply and looked at him in shock.

"...Magic," Batman answered coldly.

Stark: "..."

There are no windows in this cubicle, and a circle of candles on the ground illuminates the room brightly.The warden was wearing only a thin surgical gown, so he had to move the person back to the bedroom outside.

The sky outside the window was already dark.

This is destined to be a sleepless night.

While Strange was busy doing other things, Stark had already asked the doctor to thoroughly check the warden, and the doctor’s report showed that all physiological indicators were normal, including the brain’s MRI. Imaging is more like sleep than coma.

The doctor was full of despair when explaining this, as if he felt that his career was about to expire.He believed that from the medical report, the patient should have fallen asleep.

But Stark did not fire him.

The doctor was pardoned when he was released from the room by Stark, and seemed to have recovered a job.

When Strange returned to the room, Stark and Batman were sitting around Mr. Warden’s bed... eating a burger.

"Actually, I think that since there is no problem from the inspection results, maybe Mr. Warden is pretending to wake up?" Stark leaned close to the young man's sleeping face, raised his right hand and compared it to his face, and finally changed. On the burger.

As soon as Strange walked out of the portal, he saw Stark stuffing a cheeseburger under the nose of the sleeping warden, and he showed a mentally retarded look.

Stark saw the halo reflected in the window, and immediately retracted his hands and stood up.

"What are you doing?" Strange asked with a frown.

"He's the only one," Batman said slowly, eating the burger.

Stark looked serious: "Theoretically, Mr. Warden is healthy, at least that's what the medical report says-so I reasonably suspect that Mr. Warden is just here, pretending to be unconscious?"

Strange: "By the way, pretend that consciousness doesn't exist?"

Stark: "..."

Strange yielded a little bit, and followed a person from the portal, making both Stark and Batman nervous.

"Stephen?" Stark dropped the burger, and the armor suddenly flew over and wrapped his right hand, the energy cannon was ready to go.

"Calm down, he's just a guard." Strange said, "You never kill his guard in front of the warden."

"I didn't want to kill anyone—wait, I mean," Stark asked. "We can't let anyone discover what Mr. Warden is in now, Stephen!"

Strange's face remained as usual: "Don't worry, he won't say anything. Let me introduce, this is a guard in that prison called McPherson Hall."

The guard turned to him: "Doctor Strange, this place has already left the confines of the prison, and I cannot provide any further assistance."

As he turned and walked back, the light circle in front of him suddenly disappeared.

Guard Hall paused, but did not turn back, standing in confusion.

Strange raised his hand to cover the back of his head, and the guard suddenly fell silently and was supported by Strange.

Stark was surprised by this direction: "Stephen, what are you going to do with this guard-isn't that right?"

"He won't report it to anyone when he wakes up, trust me." Strange said, "They are just like that-I need to do a little test, my'operating table' still there?"

Stark pointed to the compartment angrily: "Well, I don't know what you want to do, and I don't have to explain it to any of us."

Strange didn't seem to hear the sarcasm in the words, and replied unchanged, "As you wish."

After speaking, he dragged the Hall guard into the cubicle.

Immediately afterwards, Batman and Stark also followed.Strange didn't ask him why he came in, but put the guard with his eyes closed into the center of the magic circle without saying a word.

"What did you notice?" Batman said suddenly.

"I found some people in the prison... unusual." Strange said, "but when I tried to enter the warden’s mental space and found nothing, I suddenly realized why these people looked unusual. Up."

No one in the room spoke for a while, and they were all lost in thought.

Strange continued: "--maybe, none of them have heads." He then glanced at Stark. "This is a metaphor, I mean they may not have consciousness itself."

Stark couldn't bear it: "I am also a genius."

Strange shrugged indifferently.

Silence returned to the room. Both Stark and Batman watched in silence as Strange repeated the behavior they had done to the warden before, that is, they hugged the guard's head with both hands, closed his eyes and knelt on one knee. Before you.

Time passed slowly, and when Strange opened his eyes again, his face looked very solemn.

"Failed again?" Stark asked grimly.

"If it means searching for his consciousness, yes." Strange replied musingly, "If it is to verify what I just guessed - then, it succeeded."

The pale golden candlelight shone on his face, and Stark frowned slightly.

"In other words," Batman said slowly, "none of them are self-aware."

"Yes." Strange replied, "In a way, the nicknames given to them by the normal staff in the prison are also correct. They call these guards "the warden's puppets"-they are indeed like a Puppets do not have their own thinking and work completely in accordance with established procedures."

"Or a robot." Stark said, "but some artificial intelligences already satirize others."

"Thank you, sir." His smart butler popped up in time to reply.

Strange glanced at Stark. "... Indeed."

Stark: "..."

"So," he looked at the man in the guard uniform lying on the ground again, determined to speak, "In other words, our warden is just a...robot?"

Strange was also thinking, and slowly replied: "Maybe it's different-what we saw, he is not the same as the other guards, he looks much more real."

"Except for certain moments." Batman said, "The last time he suddenly became like those guards after the injection. And that injection—"

The three people present glanced at each other, and they clearly understood each other.

"There is no special ingredient in that kind of injection, and at most it is glucose for energy." Batman said, "The special thing is not the injection, but the prison itself. It doesn't work outside the prison."

"But it is a special medium, or interface." Stark added, "Only through the act of'injecting it' can the injured person recover."

Strange: "Or a spell."

Stark: "Or communication protocol."

Batman: "..."

Fortunately, the two people quickly stopped their tit-for-tat bickering.

Strange continued: "According to what I have investigated in the prison, the former warden has secretly executed many prisoners, and this incident has not been known to the public-and the bodies of those prisoners are not known. Whereabouts."

Stark thought: "If you want to know the truth of all this, you have to find the former warden." He suddenly raised his head and glanced at the bat.

"So, you already know where the mysterious warden is now, right?" Strange asked.

"You can find his name and current address in the documents filed by the government." Batman said, "but there has been no contact yet."

"Avoid arousing his suspicion." Stark added, "His file is perfect, there is no trace of stains, he is a fair and rigorous warden, and is living a stable retirement in his old age."

He met Strange's gaze: "--but impossible, that's right. The strangest thing is that in the small town where he lives now, almost every household has a criminal serving his sentence here."

He raised his head slightly to look out of the window, then remembered that there was no window, and then looked at his watch.

Then he raised his head and asked Strange: "It's seven o'clock in the morning? Why did you bring a guard without a head, and it would take you all night?"

Strange: "Don't worry about it."

In a tense atmosphere, Batman strode out of the cubicle, his black cloak rising with his steps.

Stark: "?"

The aperture suddenly appeared in the cubicle, and Strange suddenly stood up with the guard.

"I will meet you later."

Stark swears.When he walked out of the cubicle, there was no one outside, as was the inside.

The young warden lay quietly on the bed in the bedroom, as if only sleeping.Light was faintly shining outside the window, and Stark walked over and opened the curtains to let the morning sun shine in.

He made a gesture command to the air, and the lights that lasted all night went out, and the flimsy morning light fell on the warden's eyelids through the window, trying to awaken the youth.

But the warden did not respond.

Stark shook his head.Maybe it was because he stayed up all night, he even had a little hallucination just now, as if the warden would suddenly open his eyes, like an ordinary morning.

"Give me the coordinates." He stopped taking light steps, suddenly raised his arm, and the armor in the corner of the room flew over to cover his body.

The golden visor closed, and the man of steel pushed aside the balcony and rushed to the blue sky.

After Zhang Dianyu had almost talked with the expressionless clerk in the store in Zhenkou, he bought a map in it by the way.

Although Mr. Bald Warden’s home should have it, he didn’t bother to look for it.

But he was still wearing that ugly brown dressing gown, so at least he had to go back and find a suitable dress for a visit.

He went back to the little courtyard.

He stepped on the stone road leading to the door, walked up two steps, pushed open the door with the upper half of glass, and then stopped.

He felt that he should turn around and leave at this time, but he probably couldn't leave.

Standing side by side in the room were three strangely-dressed people, whom he knew--Iron Man, Batman, and Doctor Strange.And behind him came the roar of the engine, and a dark gray jet gradually emerged in the air, revealing the whole picture, bearing the S.H.I.E.L.D. logo on it.

Zhang Dianyu thought for a moment, and pointed to the sofa in the living room: "Sit?"

"No need, Mr. Warden, now I may need you to come to our place to talk." Iron Man's electronic voice came from his visor.

Zhang Dianyu was overjoyed.

Knowing that he would not have to buy a map.

But he thought about it carefully, maybe things are not so good.These people suddenly came to him. Could it be that the warden's body is really dead now?

Zhang Dianyu felt a little desperate.

Did he groggyly chose to end the last "main interface" role?So when the warden died, they found Harrison Fergus, who had retired, and asked him to go back as the warden?

Wouldn't he continue to be bald?Zhang Dianyu was frightened.

He couldn't wait and decided to test it now.

"Former warden." He smiled slightly, "Excuse me, I might need to go up and change my clothes."

The few people on the opposite side were silent for a while, and Zhang Dianyu was also very nervous.

In the end Stark took the initiative to step aside: "Of course, Mr. Fergus. But I hope you have noticed that someone above us can see everything below-shouldn't your wardrobe be upstairs instead of the basement?"

Zhang Dianyu blinked and dragged his chubby body up the stairs.

Judging from the meaning of Stark's words, it was a hint that he shouldn't want to escape-let alone there is no tunnel under the ground, even if there is, it is probably controlled by this time.

Then the question is, what exactly happened "after his death" that could make these super-Britishes go to war to find the former warden?

But for the benefit, they at least did not deny that they emphasized the "former warden" statement.

Maybe this means that the warden's body is not dead yet, but some accident may have happened.No matter what, he doesn't need to keep going bald.

Zhang Dianyu was a little panting, and the simple act of climbing stairs was not so easy for the bald warden.He took off the hat on his head and couldn't wait to return to the prison to change his body.

He is really bald enough.

He opened the closet in the room, his eyes suddenly changed.

I don't know why, this scene makes him somewhat familiar.The layout of the bald warden’s wardrobe is also very simple, very similar to the one in his office, covered with exactly the same brown-gray windbreaker, with a neatly folded dark red tie in the middle.

Zhang Dianyu frowned slightly, always feeling that something was wrong.

But I can't get the clue.

He took off his nightgown, took out a windbreaker from the closet and put it on, skillfully tied his tie, and reappeared in the living room downstairs within a few minutes.

"Gentlemen," said the former warden, smiling at the people in the waiting room, "we can go now."