Rebuilding Base is Under Construction

In theory, Mr. Fergus is not familiar with Sykestone-in fact, he has never met.So Zhang Dianyu did not give him new instructions, Mr. Fergus sat in the first row of chairs and waited.

He didn't have any emotional face, and he didn't feel a sense of disobedience at the solemn memorial service.

From another perspective, the same is true for other Untitled Town residents—but when countless of them wander in the mourning hall together, the situation is not so good.

Zhang Dianyu definitely heard someone stopping the staff secretly and asking them if there was any strange movement in the morgue.

But the bad thing is that the staff here are almost the same.

Zhang Dianyu thought for a moment.

There are two kinds of people in this world, one is the pixel villain, and the other is the ghost who knows what it is. They often play cards without common sense, and they like to make trouble in prison.

Talking about the prisoners in Zone B.They are not like the prisoners in Zone A. They dig tunnels to escape from prison, and riots simply and rudely cause troubles. How can they riot like the prisoners in Zone B who fail to dig tunnels?

But he had met the residents of Untitled Town, and it was the place of origin of the Pixels.Zhang Dianyu even wants to know whether these prisoners’ families and external employees can produce real little pixel people-and can they grow up faster and supplement the guards in the prison?

He suddenly understood the role of Mr. Fergus-maybe he should switch back to this role and return to Untitled Town to open a marriage agency.

But Zhang Dianyu did not dare to let Mr. Fergus leave alone at will, or switch to leave for Mr. Fergus.Because he had too many "secrets" on his back, he might be stopped and taken away for interrogation shortly after he went out. This is not a big problem.But if he couldn't find an excuse to return to prison, Zhang Dianyu would not be able to change back to his main interface.

Unless he seeks death.

Zhang Dianyu thought for a while, and felt it was over.He has had three near-death experiences, which is not addictive and even painful.

But now that so many people are staring at him, it is not easy for him to switch roles.Do you want Fergus to come forward and kiss Sykestone, who he has never met—this seems to hide some conspiracy.

Zhang Dianyu pondered for a moment, and decided to find a way to get rid of Stark at night, then took a shovel and secretly dug out Sykestone.

Also bring Mr. Fergus, to transfer his title.

After making up his mind, Zhang Dianyu lifted up slightly and stared at the brown-haired prisoner lying in the coffin.Sykestone's body never showed signs of decay, nor did it produce any peculiar smell.He remained in the same state as when he died, the blood scabs on the corpse had been cleaned, and he was replaced with a cheap suit.

Zhang Dianyu looked at him for a while, turned around and walked down the steps, and gave instructions softly in Fergus's ear. Then, in Mr. Fergus's unfeeling response, he helped his arm to help the fat bald Dianji. Long stood up.

He walked to the door and found Stark standing in the corner of the door, silently looking at the coffin in the center of the hall.

Zhang Dianyu glanced at him, then stepped on to walk outside.

"Sir, sir!" Stark's artificial intelligence called in his ear, making him abrupt.

"Mr. Warden is ready to leave-do you continue with your plan to intervene in his hard-to-relax leisurely vacation?"

Stark paused: "I don't think you should add so many modifiers, man, it sounds like you are condemning your boss."

"Of course not, sir." The artificial intelligence answered gently.

Stark glanced at the coffin in the center of the mourning hall one last time, took a deep breath, and chased outside.The back of the warden had almost disappeared at the door, and Mr. Fergus was walking shoulder to shoulder with him.

"Hey," Stark asked after chasing up, "Mr. Warden, are you going to sneak away while I'm in a daze?"

Zhang Dianyu turned his head and glanced at him: "Mr. Stark, Sykestone's funeral is not over yet-after a while, the funeral home will have a vehicle to send us to his burial place."

This is the focus of his trip!

He is still not quite sure what is the condition that triggers this title transfer, is to bury this character and completely delete it?Or is it because he... kissed the body?

He sincerely hoped that it was not the latter.

Stark beside him was suddenly silent again.Zhang Dianyu guessed that he was disconnected again, carefully examining his expression with a hint of curiosity on his face.

Stark: "..."

He felt the warden’s scorching gaze cast on his face, and couldn’t help but want to avoid it. Now, he began to wonder whether the dead young prisoner was human or inhuman. After all, there was no one. Confirmed this problem.

What's more, even if he is not a human being, they are now fighting for the warden-maybe Sykestone and the warden are just the property of Fergus, but this does not mean that the deep feelings between them are also false. .

As a person who would deliberately retrieve his first artificial mental retardation from the ruins of his university, Stark felt that his judgment was too hasty.

At the same time, he was wondering if Strange's psychological attainments had improved a bit-he seemed to be controlling his thinking?

After all, there is an ogre who used to do this in this prison, and the previous Gotham spiritual pollution source clown.

Zhang Dianyu looked at Stark who was disconnected, and felt that he shouldn't have to worry about him always following himself.

A billionaire haunts him every day, without any money, and no cooperative projects. This really makes him heartache.

Since there is no task, can you stop letting Stark follow him?Zhang Dianyu thought glumly.

Perhaps it was the weather. The air outside was thick and depressed, and it was not much better than the weird mourning hall.

Zhang Dianyu doesn't know why the weather is so suffocating-but he knows that Westerners seem to be more inclined to hold funerals on cloudy days.

Maybe the game system specially adjusted the weather for him on the day of the funeral, he really thanked it.

The memorial service lasted for an hour, after which the funeral home carried Sykestone's coffin onto the car, and the others had gradually dispersed.Families can follow the staff to the cemetery, but only Sykestone’s neighbors come to attend the funeral.

That is, the residents of Untitled Town with simple folk customs.

Zhang Dianyu expressed to the staff that he wanted to watch Sykestone's burial with his own eyes—and the staff at the funeral home obviously wouldn't say anything.

He glanced at Stark outside the car, who seemed to have no intention of following.

Zhang Dianyu was surprised-did the game system finally sense his complaints?

"So," Stark elbows outside the car window, "Are there any arrangements for Mr. Warden's vacation?"

Zhang Dianyu didn't hear him at all, smiled and rolled the car window.

Stark: "?"

"Sir, you should squeeze into the hearse and ask the warden about the next itinerary." His artificial intelligence butler suddenly appeared and pointed, "You are about to miss your last chance. We may not find it in the next few days. To him."

"I don't know why," Stark groaned, "I always think you are taunting me."

"Thank you, sir." The artificial intelligence replied.

Stark: "..."

Having said that, he at least knew where the warden would be in the next few hours-it would not be too late to make plans when he was about to leave the cemetery.

Besides, even though Strange thought he should find a way to win over the warden—but Fergus was always by his side.

Stark knew that this matter might not be so easy, and Fergus had been firmly in control of Mr. Warden's movements.

The hearse moved slowly, Zhang Dianyu glanced at Mr. Fergus next to him, frowned slightly, and thought of a question.

The on-hook warden is terribly obsessed. Once he switches roles, he will walk to the prison like a zombie smelling of the brain, without even navigating.

Zhang Dianyu himself had to study the map for a long time to find the place he wanted to go. He even envied the automatic wayfinding of the warden on the phone.

But when he switched to Mr. Fergus, after he finished studying how to transfer the title, the on-hook warden could walk onto the road on foot.

Obviously, he had to find a way to prevent the warden who was hanging up from running around.

Sykestone's burial was much colder than his memorial service-if a group of expressionless neighbors came to the stage to remember the past, it would be considered lively.

The staff of the funeral home worked very quickly. Under Zhang Dianyu’s gaze, the coffin quickly turned into a flat tomb with a simple stele on which Sykestone’s name was written, but there were no relatives to mention. Simply add "a hero is buried here".

Later, the staff in charge of the burial asked Zhang Dianyu expressionlessly if he wanted to return to the funeral home together. After receiving a refusal answer, only Zhang Dianyu was left in the cemetery.

To be honest, the environment here is pretty good.Although the tombstones are clustered, the green lawn extends far away, and the road is full of lush trees.

Zhang Dianyu opened the mobile map, marked the location on it, and then found the nearest convenience store.

Although Sykestone is himself, digging graves during the day is not suitable, not to mention that he still needs some equipment to purchase.

The convenience store is in the gas station next to the highway. By the way, he can eat and rest at the fast food restaurant and wait for the night to come.

He walked into the convenience store, walked past the rows of shelves, found a shovel in the corner, and a bunch of ropes by the way.

When he was going to pay, the clerk who was lazily leaning against the cashier and playing with his mobile phone saw two things he had placed on the table. He was silent for a moment and asked carefully: "That's it?"

Zhang Dianyu slowly played a question mark.He always felt that the clerk had something in his words, but he nodded.

The clerk took a deep look at him and quickly paid for him without saying anything.

Zhang Dianyu felt that the shovel was not convenient to carry, so he asked, "Can you store this here for a while, and then come and get it at night?"

The clerk looked at him even stranger, but quickly agreed.

Zhang Dianyu sat in the fast food restaurant next door until the evening, and entertainment news and advertisements were repeatedly broadcast on the TV, which was dull.

Finally it's evening.

Zhang Dianyu went to the convenience store next door to fetch the shovel he bought, and left under the clerk's meaningful gaze.

When he walked back to the cemetery, the sun just went down.

In the dim afterglow of the setting sun, he confirmed the name on the tombstone, knelt down and wiped the fresh turf beside it.

There was even a hint of moist moisture, that's right here.

Zhang Dianyu straightened up, thinking that he shouldn't have to stand up anymore, he would lie down later anyway.

He dug out his pockets, found the rope he had just bought, and threw it on the ground.Then he raised his head and looked at the motionless figure standing by, cleared his throat, and said in a low voice, "Mr. Fergus?"

The role switching panel has been expanded.

Zhang Dianyu glanced at Mr. Fergus and beckoned to him gently.The old warden approached him blankly, almost hitting him.

In the next second, the angle of view switched, and Zhang Dianyu saw that the on-hook warden in front of him did not hesitate at all, trying to stand up on the ground.

He immediately picked up the rope on the ground and tied the hands and feet of the on-hook warden without hesitation.

As a result, the on-hook warden was still wriggling slowly like a caterpillar.

Zhang Dianyu thought for a moment in embarrassment, and could only tie him to the tombstone nearby.

The last afterglow of the sunset was swallowed by the dark blue sky, and night fell.