Rebuilding Base is Under Construction

Zhang Dianyu stood up abruptly, his expression a little solemn.

He quickly pushed aside the sofa chair and strode out of the office.He remembered the normal process of imprisonment searches, which might expose Peter's identity.

When he arrived at the prison gate, Spider-Man had not been escorted away by guards.He looked left and right in confusion, as if looking for some answer.

"He——Spiderman?" Zhang Dianyu almost blurted out the boy's name and walked to him a little angrily, "What's the matter?"

"Mr. Warden!" Spider-Man had seen him a long time ago, and even raised his hand and waved, a little excited.

Zhang Dianyu frowned and looked at him.

Spider-Man suddenly realized, he scratched his cobweb headgear, and added vaguely: "I mean...you must be the warden, right?"

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

"Come with me." He dropped a word, turned to the prison gate, and then stopped.

The guard opened the door unhurriedly.

Zhang Dianyu and Spider-Man waited patiently. During the period, the boy's puzzled eyes changed several times. From an outside perspective, the eyes on Spider-Man's hood kept changing size and seemed to be thinking.

When finally stepping into the office, he seemed to understand that Mr. Warden's cold attitude should be mad at him.

Spider-Man was suddenly at a loss like a kid who did something wrong.

He looked around and found that the clothes on the wall were a little crooked, and went up to cover the ground and hung them again. Then he found that there was a big hole in the wall under the security uniform in his hand.

Spiderman: "..."

He can only hang his clothes back again.

"Why did you show up here?" Mr. Warden sat down and asked slowly, "Do you know what happened just now? If you walk into the prison, you will lose the ability to resist the guards; if you continue to walk into that entrance In the prison inspection room, you will be taken off the Spider-Man hood."

Spider-Man's hand slowly dropped.

"I don't know, sir. I was told that the Injury Control Bureau will no longer pay compensation for the damage caused in the pursuit of criminals. If I leave now, I may still cause Mr. Stark to be held accountable—"

"Then let him be held accountable, anyway he can afford to pay, and he is now in prison."

Spider-Man's round white eyes widened: "What? Mr. Stark is here—is he here as usual...?"

Zhang Dianyu shrugged: "No, just like you." Spider-Man glanced at the light blue prison uniform next to him.This was sent by a guard before he followed Mr. Warden to the office.He also understood why Mr. Warden was angry when he came over.

He felt a little afraid.

Zhang Dianyu said, "So what did you do?"

"Dr. Octopus suddenly appeared in Midtown, I had no choice but to..." He thought for a while, and said embarrassedly, "--Do my best?"

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

Peter scratched the Spiderman's headgear: "It may be a few blocks, it looks a bit chaotic... I mean, they may not exist anymore."

"..." Zhang Dianyu sighed and looked at Peter, "So why didn't Dr. Octopus be caught?"

"Because I failed to catch him." Peter said embarrassedly.

The air was filled with a gradually embarrassing atmosphere until it was interrupted by the sudden opening of the door.

"Peter?!" The brown-haired man in the light blue prison uniform at the door was shocked, as if he had been punched in the face.

After listening to Spider-Man's awkward retelling of the reason for being sent in, Stark became anxious.

"Sorry..." Spiderman whispered.

"It's not your fault!" Stark exclaimed. "How dare they do this—who gave them the power? Oh yes, I was about to ask these words into the noses of those old guys. ."

He suddenly extended his right hand toward the direction outside the window.

Zhang Dianyu frowned slightly.

Ten seconds later, with the whistling sound of breaking through the air, fragments of battle armor flew into the office from the window one by one, covering Stark's body one by one-through the big hole.

The clothes blocking it suddenly became tattered, full of holes with burn marks.

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

He now understands why Stark was left here.

But before he could speak, Stark hurriedly left a "sorry", broke through the hole and flew out.

Spider-Man was dumbfounded.

Outside it was the end of breakfast. The prisoners who came out of the cafeteria were startled by the noise here, and stopped, looking at the suddenly collapsed wall here in shock.

Inside, sat the warden with a calm look.

But the prisoners did not pay attention to this. Some of them excitedly stabbed the person next to him: "I won, within 10 days."

And the other prisoner angrily took out a few notes and stuffed them into his hands.

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

Isn’t gambling prohibited in prison?They even dared to bet on how long Stark could stay without breaking out of prison.

Zhang Dianyu looked terrified, frowned and called several guards, asking them to confiscate the prisoners' bets, which are the banknotes they brought in illegally.

Only credit cards checked by prison guards can be used here.

Zhang Dianyu slowly sighed as he listened to the sound of gold coins flowing in his ears.Although he didn't know what happened, it didn't seem that simple.

Stark's departure this time may cause a lot of trouble, he has this hunch.

Spider-Man felt a little frightened by what happened suddenly, and looked at Zhang Dianyu at a loss.

"Mr. Warden..." These are all because of him?

Zhang Dianyu turned to Spider-Man when he heard his reputation, and only when he saw his face showed a gentle expression.

"Your room is now occupied. You live in the morgue."

Spider-Man's white round eyes changed, and he felt a little complicated inside, but he didn't expect him to live in a morgue one day.Thinking of the shabby dormitory I used to have, there was only one bed, a wall lamp, and a small round stool.

It seems there is nothing wrong with the morgue.

But something is weird--it's a morgue after all?

The prisoners outside were dispersed by the guards.To be precise, after the guards confiscated the prohibited items, they dispersed automatically.Even Pavlov’s dog, after so many times, should understand that no matter what happens in Mr. Warden’s office, he should not gather outside to watch.

There is no way to cover the current wall with one or two clothes, but it seems to be no different.Zhang Dianyu thought for a while. Since Lecter has said that a window is essential to a person's mental state, wouldn't it be better to just lose a wall?

The sun shone unscrupulously on the floor of the office, and wall ash and gravel were scattered all over the floor.

Zhang Dianyu leaned on the sofa with his elbow on the armrest, looking at the warden's clipboard in front of him.

After he came back, he found Sykestone's archive page for the first time, and the title column on it had indeed been erased.

It means that the content on this paper is changing with the changes in Sykestone.

He raised his eyebrows and saw that the guards of Lecter and Warren had appeared in the distance, and he spoke casually to the clipboard spread out on the desk: "Hi."

He started to learn mind-reading from his to-do list, and some things gradually surfaced.

"Someone is coming." Zhang Dianyu began to mutter to himself, "You can show up now, or be thrown into the trash can by me in a few minutes."

He paused and continued: "But you will show up in my drawer tomorrow morning. It's weird, so--you have nothing to hide anyway?"

"It's not that I don't want to show up." Someone said behind him, "It's just that my current image is a bit imperfect."

This sound sounds strange, because it resembles the voice of a child.

Zhang Dianyu turned the sofa chair behind him-found that he didn't need to doubt his hearing, because there was indeed a boy standing in front of him, his face was serious, he looked only seven or eight years old.

He looked at the boy for a while without speaking.

The boy spoke first.

"I'm your creator, Mr. Sample, you can call me—" The boy raised his chin slightly, and spit out the next words somewhat proudly, "Father."

Zhang Dianyu felt that he should still doubt his hearing.