Rebuilding Base is Under Construction

Zhang Dianyu was about to explain that he didn't have any special hobbies for amusement parks, and just wanted to show the distance, but Banner's voice suddenly came from his ears.

"Miss Rita? How are you?"

Banner didn't have a lot of favor with the new acting warden, but it wasn't because she suddenly occupied the position of warden—it was more because of what had just happened.

Mr. Warden just spent more than ten minutes alone with her, and suddenly wanted to commit suicide-anyway, this made him unable to trust this Miss Rita.

But if it wasn't for the slightest similarity in appearance, he would almost think that Miss Rita was the sibling of the warden.

Their habit of resting their arms on the armrests of the sofa chair in a daze is exactly the same.

And it happened at any time, regardless of occasion-of course, Mr. Warden claimed to be thinking, but Banner felt that it looked completely in a daze.

Miss Rita glanced at him, cleared her throat, and said in a low voice, "It's okay, I understand. I will now perform all duties on behalf of Mr. Warden." She glanced at Banner and said suddenly, "But no need Worry, Mr. Warden will not leave for long."

Banner was slightly stunned, he did not expect Miss Rita to see that he was worried about this.

He felt a little sorry: "Miss Rita, I am just out of concern for Mr. Warden himself, and do not want to question your ability to work."

Rita seemed to pause slightly, then smiled and nodded.

Banner left.

Zhang Dianyu finally gave his assistant gentleman a reassurance. He didn't expect that Stark had already driven almost half the distance towards the amusement park in a few minutes.

He felt that telling Stark that he did not want to go to the amusement park at this time would definitely make him very unhappy.He thought for a while, made the warden turned his head, looked at Stark and said, "You are speeding."

Stark: "..."

"My butler has already seen it. There is no tyre near here, let alone other vehicles." The oncoming wind outside the window blew his hair up, and Stark glanced at the passenger. One of the people glanced at them and said, "I've also helped me deal with the tickets-if I can, I'm actually willing to hand in a few in advance and use them when needed."

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

The ugly face of the capitalist.

The bill in the back seat did not express any opinion about their trip-he certainly didn't care much about whether to do a paternity test or go to an amusement park.

Zhang Dianyu sighed secretly.

It seems that he will have to delay another half day.

The amusement park arrived soon, and Zhang Dianyu carefully controlled the warden beside Stark in the empty office, and gradually gained some experience in remote operation and became more familiar with it.

The parking lot was empty, only a few broken cars that no one wanted were still parked crookedly. I wonder if there is an owner.

Zhang Dianyu looked outside through the warden's game panel, feeling a little puzzled.

The last time he came here as Sycostone, there was always a hustle and bustle of people outside, and noise and screaming could be heard from a distance.

Is Stark's navigation okay?

Zhang Dianyu was puzzled, but it was obviously impossible. After all, Stark had many of his own private satellites, so he wouldn't even be able to navigate an amusement park.

The two got out of the car one after another.Zhang Dianyu controlled the warden to step down without even hitting the door beside him, feeling a great increase in confidence.

Stark leaned against the car door beside him, and did not go to pick up the bill behind.

Zhang Dianyu controlled the warden and turned his head, looking at Stark with some doubts.

"In fact, it's not as lively as it used to be." Stark shrugged. "I'm not sure you want to come and see...what, but since this is your request--"

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

Stop mentioning Sycostone, okay, that's himself, they are innocent.

He asked the warden to open the door in the back seat and bring the bill down.

By now, I have to bite the bullet and take the bill to ride a roller coaster-I don't know if this little thing will be calm on it.

Stark hesitated to speak, but in the end he said nothing.

It wasn't until Zhang Dianyu controlled the warden to walk to the gate of the amusement park that he understood what Stark meant by "not as lively as before"-in fact, there was no one here now.The ticket office was empty, and the window was covered with a thin layer of gray.

The gate of the amusement park was tightly locked by chains, and it seemed that it had been closed to the public for some time.

Stark didn't follow them to the main entrance, but walked around the fence next to him, rubbed his wrist eagerly, and then climbed up the fence that was not difficult to climb.

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

He just thought he had handled the character well, and now he was asked to climb the spiked fence-life is always so difficult.

Stark has turned to the opposite side.He motioned to the warden, and pointed to the bill next to him.

Zhang Dianyu controlled the warden to turn to the bill, stretched out his hand to pinch the boy's neck.

Stark on the opposite side opened his mouth wide.

Zhang Dianyu moved his arm hard, and finally hugged the bill.

Stark's mouth closed, but he looked at the posture of the warden picking up the boy, and he still felt a little uncomfortable-from this point of view, the boy might be directly inserted into the spike above the fence. .

Stark could only command with his arm waving: "Mr. Warden, please raise him a little higher-yes, higher."

Zhang Dianyu struggled to deliver the bill to the opposite side.

The following is his new round of suicide.

Stark and the silent warden looked at each other across the railing for a while, and asked questioningly: "Mr. Warden?"

Zhang Dianyu could only control the warden to start climbing the fence.

The fact is as he expected, this seemingly low fence is full of challenges for remote operation. When Stark finally panted and helped the warden to turn to the amusement park without piercing himself. At that time, he was so tired that his forehead was soaked with sweat and stuck to his forehead.

"Mr. Warden, you should really exercise," Stark said, propping his knees.

Zhang Dianyu's eyes fell on the man's belly, and he felt a little unconvinced.

But the problem is that he is now controlling his second role, and he can't hide his sight well.

Stark followed his gaze down, and saw his small belly standing out from under his shirt.

"I am," he was silent for a moment, "Iron Man, Steel, understand?"

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

He got up, looked away, and looked around.

According to previous memories, this is indeed the amusement park-but the situation now looks very bad, making his heart inevitably heavy.

Stark looked at the warden next to him. He didn't say anything. He just pulled up the bill next to him and walked slowly along the road littered with messy leaves.

Zhang Dianyu followed them.

The amusement facilities that you can see are all deserted. Because it is not too long, it does not appear to be very dilapidated, but it still makes people feel desolate.

This was originally a lively amusement park.

The warden's footsteps slowly stopped, standing in the middle of the road, looking a little confused.

Stark's figure also stopped at a distance.

He guessed that Mr. Warden might think of the little prisoner who sacrificed himself when his psychological defense was the weakest.

Zhang Dianyu got on the small train next to him with his elbows on his knees, looking at the small lake with only a layer of water left not far away.

Stark walked back holding the bill's hand, carried the boy on the train, and looked down at the contemplative warden next to him.

"Maybe, I think I should be happier in the amusement park?" He shrugged after speaking, "Forget it-this sentence is too stupid, sorry."

"I'm sorry," he heard the warden say, "it shouldn't be like this here."

Stark was slightly stunned.

He thought that the warden was here to miss his dead little prisoner, but he did not expect that the warden was thinking about this issue.

"This." Starkman stepped over and sat next to the bill. "When the clown showed up in the amusement park, the traffic here dropped drastically, and the principal had no choice but to resell it." He shrugged. "So I bought it at the market value standard during the peak turnover period, and I am thinking about what building should be converted into it."

The warden looked up at him.

Stark looked at each other's eyes, suddenly a little uncomfortable.

"It's nothing, this kind of thing happens often." He rubbed the bill's head, "It should have been used long ago."

Zhang Dianyu in the office looked at the game panel in the air for a while, and solemnly typed a sentence into the dialog box.

"Thank you."

Stark was dumbfounded, as if he didn't know how to answer.

"This... doesn't seem to be thankful?" He shrugged, "No one should take the criminals' faults to themselves."

The bill next to him suddenly raised his face, tilted his head slightly, as if thinking.

Stark rubbed his little head: "This matter is a bit complicated, before you start thinking about it-I said, can we sit in another place? This is for children under 8 years old. Little train."

Amid Stark's complaints, Zhang Dianyu was forced to leave the little train.

The bill was the last one to come out. Stark reached out his hand to help him, and then seemed a little confused.

"Boy, your pants seem to be a bit short-and I don't know why, I always think it was not like this just now."

Zhang Dianyu glanced at the bill standing in front of the little train.

The boy still had that serious expression, but when he looked down, he could find that the legs of the little brown-gray suit were obviously shorter.

And Zhang Dianyu also remembered that the bill's clothes were originally fitted.