Rebuilding Base is Under Construction

In the cool autumn wind, the blue prisoners watched the teacher start to class, and the students opened their books and listened carefully, and finally had to admit this reality—it was really a cemetery classroom.

Is this reasonable?

What is even more puzzling is the expressions of these people. Even if the prisoners are staring at the class, there is no uncomfortable performance at all, as if they are living in another time and space.

After a while, someone in the dumbfounded blue prison clothes pulled out a tuft of weeds on the tombstone beside him.

I’m idle too, so it’s better to earn points-model prisoners can ask for some preferential treatment, which is also helpful for parole.

Once someone starts this, things seem to become a matter of course.

Zhang Dianyu was still a little nervous about these new prisoners, fearing that they would start making trouble on the first day of their formal prison life, but from the map, they seemed to accept reality quite well.

Zhang Dianyu temporarily removed his attention from them.

He opened the bedroom door, and Miss Rita's body was still lying on his bed—obviously, there was no way to hide it from many people, after all, Wilson personally helped put it on the plane.

Out of respect for the deceased, he did not ask questions, even tried to comfort Zhang Dianyu, and together helped to put the body in the morgue.

During this period of time, Zhang Dianyu ignored Banner's arrangement for Miss Rita's funeral, and even postponed Mr. Fergus' funeral, planning to bury them together after Miss Rita's skill problem was resolved.

I don’t know if the funeral home has a second half price.

However, his busy pursuit of escaped prisoners prevented Zhang Dianyu from studying Miss Rita, not to mention that he could not go in and out of the morgue too frequently-after all, it was easy to cause misunderstandings.

However, after the morgue was converted into a prisoner's quarters, he apparently had to temporarily transfer Miss Rita's body.

There are many people in the canteen, which is not suitable for the important Miss Rita. He can only direct the guards to carry the body into his room with a straight face.

Then he looked at the complex gaze of the guards with fearful eyes, and had to let them move in Mr. Fergus' body.To prove that he does not have a special hobby, but rather reluctant to let go of his two vest roles.

That's why he could only deal with sleeping on the sofa last night-two corpses really took up his bed.

But before he could do anything to Miss Rita, there was a short knock on the door.

This sound was quite different from Banner's three polite knocks or the Warren guard who accompanied Lecter to deliver the meal. Zhang Dianyu thought for a while, but couldn't guess who it was.

"Come in." He said to the outside, closing the bedroom door.

After all, I don't know who came, and I can't easily expose the two corpses hidden in the room-although someone may already know it, it doesn't mean that he intends to give up his own opinion.

The office door was pushed open immediately, and Strange stood outside the door blankly.

Zhang Dianyu glanced at him, and the next second, Strange walked in decisively and closed the door.

Zhang Dianyu: "?"

"Do you know what kind of rumors have been made among the prisoners after last night?" Strange stared at Zhang Dianyu.

Zhang Dianyu carefully reflected on what he did yesterday—doing nothing except to properly arrange the new prisoners?

Strange looked at Zhang Dianyu's open hand and said coldly: "An anonymous ID has been posted on the dark web, where the body can be kept for a long time without decay. From this, the prisoners participated in the human experiment and were injected with too much chemical. The medicament prevents the corpse from decay, and eating more cabbage and spinach can delay the decay rate of the corpse, and this leads to the rumor that it can delay aging."

Zhang Dianyu: "Is the one at the back sick?"

"Somewhat," Strange replied, "but is that the point?"

Zhang Dianyu shrugged, returned to the sofa and sat down.

"I heard that you brought both corpses back here," Strange looked at the blue fabric sofa in front of him seriously, as if this was the scene of the murder. "I feel the blood coming from there."

"Can your magic replace the luminol reagent? It's a shame not to be a detective." Zhang Dianyu shrugged, "--that's my blood."

Strange turned his head slowly and stared at him.

"In my room." Zhang Dianyu pointed behind him, "I know, I will deal with them-but I still have some small problems to deal with, after that."

He looked at Strange, his expression unchanged.

"So Stark has already told you." Zhang Dianyu sighed, "I don't want to lose a useful skill in vain, so this corpse is here temporarily."

Strange looked at him: "But burying in the soil doesn't affect your research on the corpse, right?"

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

That's right, but he couldn't help but think of the grave digging scene.

However, since the owner of a convenience store named Neil Arnold serving as the sole clerk was arrested and sent to prison, several escape joint dens on the periphery of the prison have been confessed, directly helping the police to eradicate an escape industry chain.

Stark even specifically called to congratulate Zhang Dianyu, saying that there are not many people who can create a new industry in the flourishing market this year, and Mr. Warden can be regarded as one of them.

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

After nearly a month, he was a little embarrassed to return to his place.

Besides, he has read through Miss Rita's files. Like Mr. Fergus, he has no relatives or friends, but his contact address is in Untitled Town.

It's nothing more. Isn't it surprising that the people who came to condolences were the same for the three funerals?

Zhang Dianyu sighed, but he could only admit that Strange was right-burying the corpse first, and then digging it out when you have time to study it is not bad.

Anyway, there is also a cemetery in the prison now, but it's just a casual walk.It just so happens that you can contact the staff of the funeral home and move Sykestone's body to the prison cemetery for unified treatment in the future.

Although he didn't know the use of his corpse, Strange's words also gave him a sense of alertness.At least the rumors outside are that there are weirdness in the prison, rather than that these barely decomposing corpses are problematic-but if someone digs them out and steals them, they may also reveal their secrets.

Zhang Dianyu hasn’t thought about it yet. If his secrets are revealed in the future, how he should face this world that is real to everyone but not to him—or, the other way around, only He is not real to this world.

Even ordinary people with superpowers who live with ordinary people all the time are rejected, so what about him?

Most importantly, what about this prison?

If this prison is boycotted, then the two Starks, the world and the bill itself, all their expectations will fall to nothing, and the world will fall into ultimate chaos.

In any case, Zhang Dianyu still wants to maintain this illusion.

If this "game" can eliminate the contradictions between humans at different stages of evolution, then it should exist.

Zhang Dianyu agreed to Strange, called the hearse, and prepared to transport the two bodies away.In order to avoid long nights and dreams, he set the funeral on this Saturday so that the visiting family members in Untitled Town can take time to come to the funeral during the break.

Zhang Dianyu is also a little bit helpless about this situation.

Fortunately, employee training has been organized, and the idle pixel people in the town can also be hired as employees after passing the education courses.

If you participate in additional security and confidentiality training, you can even become the guard of the secret mutant juvenile offender correction center next door, thereby freeing Magneto to wash the hands of the bed sheet that has been urinated.

Zhang Dianyu couldn't help but looked at the little white house on the map again.

Unexpectedly, those mutant children seemed to be in a good mood, and happy bubbles appeared above their short cylindrical bodies—could it be that Magneto, Red Skull, and Ogre have recently washed their hearts and carefully washed the sheets for hygiene, for These rebellious mutant teenagers have created a good living environment, have they also refreshed their mental outlook?

Zhang Dianyu pondered for a moment, and seemed to find a clue—the spherical head of Guard Warren could only show the mouth and eyes that appeared as a straight line on the map, proving that he had no expression as always.And with a stun gun on his shoulder, he was patrolling the white house at this time.

It’s breakfast time. The children should eat in a small restaurant not far from the bathroom and dormitory, but the white table is full of dirty plates, which proves that many people have eaten and are using this short time. free time.

The most surprising thing is that there are many short cylinders swaying around him.

Although there doesn't seem to be more communication between them-because Warren guards are patrolling.When the pixel villains are at work, no one can let them leave their jobs easily.

But whenever the Cylindrical Mutants gather around the Warren guard, the description of pleasure will appear in their attribute panel, along with several plus signs.

Zhang Dianyu was lost in thought.

The Warren guard didn't seem to be doing anything, even patrolling routinely with a stun gun.

And the other three prisoners who were arranged to serve in the past did not approach these mutant children, presumably they were not in the process of brainwashing.

Zhang Dianyu was a little puzzled.

But this situation is obviously not bad. At least these anti-social super lads don't want to overturn a few houses, and their emotions have changed from irritability to calm, which is a good thing.

Zhang Dianyu thought for a while. Although many of these mutant children are extremely rebellious, if they don't study, they will be a wave of instability in society in the future-especially their abilities will make them easier to commit crimes.

At that time they will come back here again without the additional government subsidies.

Zhang Dianyu sighed.Whenever he has the chance, he still needs to find a few teachers to force them to read some books, and they can be thrown into the society as soon as the reform period expires.

To this day, the subsidies that these mutant children can bring are actually just a drop in the bucket.Most importantly, unlike other prisoners, he seems to be able to apply to transfer these mutant children to other correctional centers.

But whether those places are funded by some mysterious organization dedicated to harming society is not known.

Zhang Dianyu slowly flipped through the address book, focusing on the contact information of Xavier Genius Youth School.He thought for a while, and called Banner over and asked him to contact Mr. Xavier, the founder of the X-Men, and Professor X, who was dedicated to cultivating his abilities.

Taking into account the identity of the other party and the career of his life-and Wanguan family wealth, the cost of external teachers should not be too expensive.

He even wanted to throw these bastards directly to Professor X. The problem was that they had more or less memorized the case, and theoretically had to squat in the correctional center for a few years.

Zhang Dianyu heard that some of the other mutant children who were rescued were sent to the social welfare organization funded by SHIELD, and some were accepted by X Academy.

It must not be too much to send a few teachers from the college.

What's more, Zhang Dianyu had some other ideas-he saw the blue-jacketed prisoners who were passively weeding the cemetery, and felt that this job was really not suitable for the former superheroes who had been on the way to hunting down the prisoners.

But leaving them idle is also a waste.

Maybe it's because they usually have a lot of activities, they eat a lot, and they don't like to participate in carpentry training and other renovation programs.

It's better to arrange a new job for them.

As superpowers, here is still trying to eliminate the contradiction between ordinary people and superpowers, how can mutants stand on their own.

Moreover, the employees trained by ordinary teachers cannot teach these mutant children how to survive in society, so let the external teachers of X Academy take an extra course to help train these idle superpowers and let them teach them. Mutant kids read books.

I’m all my own, so teaching a few words and formulas is not too much.

As expected, X Academy quickly responded, willing to send out teachers to help educate the mutant children, and even willing to come that night.

Zhang Dianyu thought for a while, and found it not impossible.

The other party may have heard of it a long time ago. It is not so much that they agreed to cooperate, but rather that they can't wait to investigate the situation.

After all, such institutions in the past have avoided X Academy—or they are more or less related to organizations that specialize in X genes, and they often provide some research samples by the way.

However, there are countless such institutions. Zhang Dianyu has only 20 mutant teenagers with criminal records in his custody here, and he is not even ranked among many mutant research institutions.

Of course, when he offered to cooperate, Academy X certainly agreed to send teachers over on the principle that one can save a mutant child who was suffering.

Zhang Dianyu made an internal call and asked the guards to take away the new prisoners who were weeding on the cemetery-and asked them to wipe the mess hall floor, which was never clean.

At the same time, a new batch of tables and chairs were purchased.

These tables and chairs can be delivered almost before lunch, and then a second classroom can be pieced together on the cemetery.

If the progress is fast, perhaps on the night when the external teachers sent by X Academy arrive, they can take a lesson while it is hot.

At night, there is no free time in the entire prison. Prisoners are required to stay in cells. This is the punishment time that a disciplinary agency must force prisoners to spend.

The same is true for the correctional center next door.

However, in the evening, for teenagers, idleness is also idleness. It is better to read books to help sleep.Although there were no teachers in the previous correctional center, there was no shortage of books in the prison.

In fact, Zhang Dianyu had asked the former psychiatrist working in the library to send a batch of specially selected books suitable for teenagers to the Warren guard, and asked Red Skull and Lecter to rate the feelings of the mutant children. Mutant children with scores in the top 20% can earn discipline points.

Similar to prisoner points, this is also one of the criteria for commutation.

But the effect was minimal-or the only effect may be to advance the sleeping time of mutant children.Whenever they enter the night time, they will quickly fall asleep in bed.

Zhang Dianyu feels hate that iron cannot become steel, no wonder they will endanger the society and leave the case.

In addition, this incident seems to have caused Magneto Wang to be dissatisfied-although his early experience prevented him from school, Zhang Dianyu excluded him from the scoring team.

But he seems to see this as discrimination.

"And I," Lecter rubbed his forehead after reading an illiterate mutant cubs who couldn't read the shit, and looked up calmly at Magneto, who was sitting on the sofa in the lounge. This is a trick to split a team."

"Team." The red skull next to him sneered, and approved a "D" on each piece of paper.

Lecter raised his eyebrows: "This is really cruel."

The Red Skull pushed away the stack of paper in front of him irritably, and said coldly: "Their nonsense is not worth even'D'."

"——After spending my childhood in the mutant research laboratory of Hydra." Lecter smiled, "It makes sense."

"Oh?" Red Skull's sharp eyes shot at him.

Lecter placed the pen in his hand gently on the table, and his eyes met each other.

"I thought we shouldn't have quarrels at this time."

Red Skull stared at him for a while, after Magneto finally let out a cold snort, his eyes sank, and he wrote "D" on the paper in front of him again.

In fact, the service life in the correctional center is not too bad.Although they are forbidden from contacting mutant teenagers, otherwise they may eat a bullet from the guard tower around the corner-but it is easy to overlook that if you do not consider the suspicious yellow stained sheets that need to be washed, here is even Can move freely.

That night, a plane was greeted by Warren guards and stopped in the sparsely planted woods outside the secret mutant youth correction center.

Those who walked down wore a yellow and black uniform and dark goggles that completely covered their eyes.

The visitor shook hands with the Warren guard.

"Mr. Warden is waiting for you." The Warren guard said flatly, "I am the head of the Secret Mutant Juvenile Criminal Correction Center."

The other party seemed suspicious, but didn't say anything. Instead, led by the Warren guard, he walked out of the gate not far away, crossed the two-lane road, and walked into the prison opposite.

When they stopped, the external teacher of X Academy suddenly became furious and tried to reach out and grab the collar of Guard Warren.

"This is the cemetery? What does this so-called warden mean?"

Guard Wallen also immediately touched the stun gun hung on his shoulder according to the procedure.

Zhang Dianyu, who had just arrived at the cemetery, happened to see this scene.

There were some question marks in his mind—he had no idea why this Teacher Summers was so upset when he came, and he couldn't mess up the class before it started.

"stop!"

Zhang Dianyu raised his voice immediately.

Teacher Summers and Guard Warren paused a little when they heard this, and looked in the direction of Zhang Dianyu.

"I need an explanation," said the Summers teacher who was wearing goggles.

Zhang Dianyu almost knew this person, the laser eye in the X-Men.He thought for a while, and said kindly to show his friendship.

"Mr. Summers, right?" He stretched out his right hand, "Here you can relax a bit. No superpower can take effect here. You can even take off your goggles."

Unexpectedly, these words were exchanged for the hostile look of Teacher Summers.

Zhang Dianyu: "...?"

He thought it was not a good thing to wear heavy goggles all day long. What's wrong with Mr. Summers being able to relax while teaching?

After a brief look at each other, Laser Eye retracted his gaze. The X-Men career has changed him over the years, and he is no longer the boy who couldn't hide his concerns.

Even the warden gave him a slaying war.

The black-haired youth stood in the middle of the tombstone, with a cold smile reminding him that super powers could not be used here-and he had heard Professor X talk about it before coming here.

In addition, he certainly tried secretly.

If it were himself, he might take other measures.But he came here for a group of mutant children imprisoned here, and he had to calm down temporarily.

Zhang Dianyu looked at the sudden sinking face of Teacher Summers and fell into thought.

It seemed that something went wrong, but at least it calmed down briefly-well, he decided to make his own suggestions.

"Mr. Summers," Zhang Dianyu said, "I hope you can help some..." He pondered the wording, "--the former police officers provided some methods to teach mutant youths."

Laser Eye raised his head, thinking about the meaning of Zhang Dianyu's words, and looked at the other side coldly.

Zhang Dianyu slowly withdrew his right hand.

The wind in the cemetery was a bit cold. He stretched out for a long time, and the other party didn't mean to shake hands, so he could only retract back boringly and pretend that nothing happened.

At the same time, the blue-clothed prisoners walked to the cemetery while being escorted by the guards, and some of them had anger and sadness in their eyes.

Sure enough, it is not that simple to let them come to the cemetery to weed during the day—below this behavior implies that they will clean up a piece of buried ground for themselves. Tonight, the warden will bring them here for secret execution?

Several prisoners exchanged glances secretly, ready to stop and attack, desperately to escape.

But when they arrived at the cemetery, some people were slightly stunned.

In their past career as a vigilante, they also met with the captain of the X-Men-why is he here too?

Zhang Dianyu saw that the number of people had arrived, so he thought about it and said, "Since Teacher Summers has no objections, let's start now?"

Prisoners in blue: "?"

Laser Eye: "?"

After a few minutes, the laser eye standing behind the podium was still a little trance.

So this is really to teach these former volunteers who have appeared in the news not long ago-because they refused to sign the Super Human Registration Act and went to jail, and teach them how to teach mutant children?

The two sides were speechless.