Rebuilding Base is Under Construction

Banner shook his head, mouth opened and closed, and finally made up his mind: "Doctor Strange, I know how much you and Stark have doubts about Mr. Warden, but I really can't be an undercover agent."

"I know," Strange replied, "I'm the undercover."

Banner: "..."

He paused slightly, and continued to say: "But I do have some doubts. I don't know why the warden treats me special - I mean, it's Hulk."

Although not everyone knows Bruce Banner, it is true that most people in the world who still watch the news will know Hulk.

After all, such a big green humanoid self-propelled tank is hard to be ignored-besides, the place he passes is always like a tornado passing by, and most of the objects are smashed to pieces.

But the magic is that the warden does not seem to think he has any problems.

With the increasing number of transferred prisoners in the prison, Banner gradually realized the problem-Mr. Warden was not indifferent to these notorious super criminals. Like the clown and the red skull, it was only because of his reputation. Once in prison, he was treated specially.

He didn't know what kind of judgment the warden had adopted. From the perspective of the degree of danger, Hulk was the one that deserved the most attention.

"If you mean yourself, doctor, I think Stark has another opinion of you," Strange said.

Banner hesitated: "...I mean Hulk."

"But you and Hulk are the same person." Strange glanced at him, "but I have done a lot of research on multiple personalities recently. Although it is difficult to determine whether it really exists in psychology, would you like to join the research? I will put you on the thank you list in the footnote of the paper."

Banner: "?"

"Oh, it's a digression." Strange paused, "but don't worry. In fact, the warden might—Stark thinks I'd better avoid this topic, so let's not talk about it. Got it."

Banner: "...?"

Strange came over and patted him on the shoulder: "But I suggest you stop paying attention to the warden's personal life, it will disappoint you."

Banner was very confused: "...but I'm not here to talk to you about the warden’s private life, Doctor Strange. I mean, I think Mr. Warden’s treatment of Red Skull and Magneto might be different. ...Causing a backlash?" "Oh," Strange said, "Of course."

"I can understand your vigilance. After all, this is a very magical prison." Banner didn't know what Strange's response meant, but went on, "Anyone here will lose his special ability— —This is indeed extraordinary.” He paused, “I am a scientist, so when you asked for cooperation, I agreed. I have to admit that I am really curious—and I want to prove that it is Really, it can make me feel at ease."

"So you are worried about the warden's safety?" Strange asked suddenly.

"Oh, that's actually a bit..." Banner thought about the words, and then said helplessly, "--Yes. I mean, maybe it shouldn't be so direct, but I think they might be as dangerous as the clowns-- But the clown is a well-known lunatic, so what he cares about is not how he is treated, but whether it can make him interesting."

"I understand, Doctor, you don't need to do so much foreshadowing." Strange said, "You are afraid that the Red Skull and Magneto will hate the warden and try to avenge him."

"But their reaction is normal." Banner said helplessly. "I mentioned this to Mr. Warden-I understand what it feels like to be kept in that place for no reason. I don't doubt that they will feel anger."

Strange looked at him, suddenly thoughtful: "I understand."

"?" Banner was puzzled: "Doctor? Do you understand...what?" This sentence didn't seem to match what he was saying before?

Strange looked at him for a while: "This involves the part I shouldn't have said to you, but thank you."

Banner: "?"

After that, Strange began to refuse to tell him the truth, and returned to the previous topic-asking him if he would like to be a volunteer for his dual personality research.

So Banner had to say goodbye.

When he walked out of the psychiatrist's office, he couldn't help but glance back at the door of the psychiatrist's office.I don't know why, he seemed more confused than before he came in.

Although he is not here to consult with psychological problems, should this be a normal behavior from the psychiatrist's office?

While Banner thought about it, a prisoner in a gray and white prison uniform ran past him quickly, holding a large pile of clothes in his hands.

Banner took a step back and gave in a little.

Then he ran in front of him with a panting nurse, the key hanging from his waist and clanking.

"Stand...stop!" The nurse shouted as he ran, panting, "Those prison uniforms are not yours-damn, these mental illnesses steal prison uniforms every day!"

A question mark slowly appeared in Banner's mind.

He doesn't usually come to the psychiatric area very often-he means when he finally releases the burden of a psychiatrist.Therefore, he is not very clear about the daily state of these mental illnesses.

But the care of these psychiatric areas seems to have a heavy workload.After all, a prison that is free for 16 hours a day is quite free for the prisoners, but the workload of the guards will increase a lot-that's it for ordinary criminals. These mental illnesses need care at all times, so The nursing staff is not enough daily.

Banner couldn't help shook his head.

He used the lunch break to find Strange-although it is a 24-hour work day, there is no real lunch break, but the assistant's work is not that busy.And once he met the warden, it would be difficult to face his gaze-he didn't know how to respond to the warden's request for labor outside the prison.

In fact, since the clown escaped from prison not long ago, Banner has become increasingly sad, and his hair is not as thick as before.

The scene that happened in the confinement area always appeared in front of him from time to time.

No one has described in detail to him how the warden regained consciousness after being taken away, but in his opinion it could be called a resurrection from the dead.

The particularity of the prison has made many people pay attention to it all the time, but the warden always seems not to care.Sometimes Banner felt that he was aware of everything, but his attitude was always unpredictable.

Did the warden deliberately let the Super British explore everything here at will?

Sitting in the assistant room outside the office, Banner always felt that he had missed some important clues.

At this moment, the bookshelf behind him suddenly opened, and a fat figure came out from inside.

This scene is a bit familiar, but there seems to be something wrong.

Banner looked at the figure of Mr. Fergus entering the warden's office, suddenly stunned.