Rebuilding Base is Under Construction

Stark felt like something exploded in his ear.

"Farewell?" He made a voice that seemed not his own, "Where are you going?"

"In human terms, it should be death." Zhang Dianyu looked at the countdown on the game panel, which showed that he had at least ten minutes left, which was more than enough to say goodbye.

But there seems to be nothing to say.

Zhang Dianyu thought for a while, maybe this is his goodbye.

In any case, this matter has been completed.Stark was not the person he had come into contact with the most since he came to this world, but he just thought of saying goodbye to Stark, which made him feel guilty.

Maybe he should be separate from Banner and Peter, lest they don't know what happened after he leaves.

Zhang Dianyu took out his phone and slid on the address book.

Stark finally found his voice at this time: "Damn...what are you doing, what phone are you in the mood to look at at this time?"

"Sorry, I seem to have forgotten Dr. Banner and Peter," Zhang Dianyu looked for their names, and said with some regret, "Maybe it's too late to meet, I can only—"

Stark was very annoyed. He wanted to shake the dark-haired youth sober, but the attitude of looking for someone to eat dinner with him made him feel like he was making a fuss.

"——You tell me clearly, what is'death'? What nonsense are you talking about? You are... you should never die, right?" He felt a little desperate in his voice.

Based on what he knew about Mr. Warden, the other party obviously didn't make jokes very much, and it was true in all likelihood.

But he was confused and seemed to be swallowed up by anxiety.

The warden was still rummaging through the contents of his phone with a calm expression on his face. Stark felt a little unable to breathe and snatched the phone.

Zhang Dianyu raised his head, met the opponent's eyes that were a little red because of anger or other emotions, and dropped his hands.

Today, he knew why he thought of saying goodbye to Stark first.

"I'm sorry." He couldn't help smiling.

A few minutes later, the bill was carried by Stark's armor on the back of his neck.In any case, he did not believe what the warden said.

But when the black-haired boy finally nodded to him solemnly, Stark finally felt his stomach sink little by little, as if there was a bottomless pit below, swallowing all his emotions.He sat down dejectedly, and for the first time discovered that there was something in this world that he couldn't change.

But it seems not only because of this.

Zhang Dianyu glanced at the bill standing in front of them with his lips pursed, and then at Stark, who was sitting on the side with his head down.He hesitated, then sat down beside Stark, raised his hand and patted the man on the shoulder.

After a moment, Stark raised a hand, holding his mobile phone.

"Farewell." He said bluntly.

Zhang Dianyu answered with a "Oh".

A few seconds later, before he could click on the number of Banner's assistant, Stark turned his head abruptly: "Hurry up."

Zhang Dianyu: "...ok."

But saying goodbye is obviously not going to come soon. Under the chaotic scene where he tried to explain, Stark helped him hang up the phone twice in a row and ended the matter.

Zhang Dianyu looked at the game panel, and he had two minutes left.

If Stark didn't do it, maybe it wouldn't take two minutes, or even can't finish it-but he couldn't explain the matter to Banner and Peter, maybe the other party was confused and anxious now.

Zhang Dianyu never thought that death was such a troublesome thing.

He never thought about death, never thought about immortality—or rather, never thought about whether he should spend his whole life like an ordinary person before leaving this world.

Because that is not his life.

His life is like this, starting when it should begin and ending when it ends.

Zhang Dianyu and Stark looked at each other for 30 seconds.

"I'm sorry," Zhang Dianyu said a little apologetically, "but I have to remind you of the time, there is still left—"

Stark interrupted him: "Or give me a hug."

Zhang Dianyu agreed.

The human body is warm, maybe it's just like what a baby experienced before coming to this world, warmth and heartbeat from the endless darkness, let it know that it is not alone.

Zhang Dianyu's heartbeat pressed against the other, and their voices were intertwined chaotically until they became regular and powerful again.

Stark felt that the body under his palm could still transmit temperature, but that was fake.

He slowly pushed the young man's body away, and saw that the other party gently closed his eyes, his expression calm as if he was asleep.

He sat there, as if he didn't know what happened.

After a long time, he breathed out slowly.

The afternoon sun hung in the sky, as if laughing at him like a joke—maybe his black-haired youth didn't belong to this world, no one.He came here alone, without even leaving his name, but his last legend was circulated frantically on the Internet.

Stark sat beside him next to the black-haired young man, helped him wipe the stains from his suit, and saw the dust in his hair.

The cell phone lying on the side was ringing frantically, Stark turned a deaf ear, but seriously wiped away the dust left by the last battle with the handkerchief that the youth usually stuck in his chest pocket as a decoration. .

"He is not dead yet." Someone suddenly said behind him.

Starkton lived.

"Tomorrow morning, the prison will take in a new prisoner."

Stark looked up.

He saw the bill's blue eyes watching him, and then slowly went on: "The only one, not the super-powered prisoner who refused to register."

Stark's eyes finally lit up, but they dimmed again after a moment.

"I know, but he doesn't have any memories from the past-aren't memories all his own for an identity like him?"

If a person's carrier can be changed at any time, and the memory does not exist, what is the use?

The bill did not speak any more, Stark squeezed his handkerchief and stared at the person in front of him with his eyes closed calmly.

He stood up abruptly, turned around and grabbed the collar of the bill, and asked seriously: "Do you have a way to get him back—to be honest!"

For the first time in his memory, seeing this creation called the "Bill" itself showed a trace of struggle.

Then the boy replied: "Yes."

Stark didn't know how to describe his mood at that moment, maybe he should call it ecstatic.He picked up the phone on the ground, dialed the missed calls back one by one, and shouted inside: "Shut up—listen to me. See you in the prison in ten minutes. The warden is not dead yet—first Don't ask, shut up and I don't want to listen, I'll talk later!"

It took a long time for Peter to intervene in crying, "But Mr. Stark! I can't get over from New York in ten minutes!"

"..." Stark: "Then give you an hour, and I will pick you up with the armor."

An hour later, in order to keep the secret, everyone crowded into the small bedroom of the warden.

The prison guards seem to have split into two attitudes. Some of them don’t care about the death of the warden, and still do their own things, while the other part, due to the reaction of the pixel guards, finally has to face up to what they have deliberately suppressed for a long time. That sense of disobedience began to quietly write a letter of resignation.

Guard Anderson knocked on the door of Strange's office before preparing to submit his resignation letter.

But there was no one inside, and he left disappointed.

He made a decision.Maybe leave here and stop dreaming of a detective—but find a job, save a few years of money, and then return to town to open a small shop.

Or he opened a convenience store next to the gas station. He once heard a prisoner secretly tell other prisoners that it could still have a good income.

But in short it is not to stay here.

In the bedroom behind the warden's office, the black-haired young man lay calmly on his bed as usual, as if asleep.

A circle of people stood beside him, their heads bowed in silence.

Stark: "..."

He clapped his hands and awakened the crowd: "Will I be awake? I have something to do next-I said that Mr. Warden is not dead, shut up, Peter, have you been brainwashed by the captain? I'm not crazy ."

Peter's opened mouth closed, and he was a little aggrieved.

Only Strange and Peter, who already knew the truth, and Banner, who had not yet known the truth, were included in the "Daoist Name List" by the warden.

And the bill in the corner.

Stark unceremoniously carried the bill to the center of the room, and then glanced at Banner who was hesitant to say: "Doctor, your information can be added later, let's talk about business first-let's talk about it, what should we do? Let Mr. Warden'come back'?"

He could not use the word "resurrection"-not to mention, the bill also said that Mr. Warden's current situation is not considered death.

Banner closed his mouth silently.

Strange did not speak either.

Stark today looks like a loaded machine gun, and no one wants to touch him—and indeed, Mr. Warden’s affairs are what they want to know more now.

"The answer lies in the'sandbox' we visited last time." The explanation of the bill was very brief. "After knowing the identity of Mr. Warden, Stark in another universe proposed such a possibility-- 'As Tony Stark, who is an inexhaustible strategy, he can never stand the sword of Damocles hanging over his head'-this is his original sentence."

Stark: "..."

The bill glanced at him: "It didn't mean it against you because I deliberately concealed the fact that the fiscal deficit would end the warden's life-otherwise you might have prevented me from making such attempts before."

"Murphy's law..." Stark's Adam's apple rolled a little, and then said, "As long as there is a possibility of badness, no matter how small it is, it will happen one day."

The bill nodded: "Considering that the warden's life is almost infinite, the probability of this happening is also 1."

Stark was silent for a moment, staring at the bill and said, "Why do you say that I will prevent you from erasing the sword of Damocles on the head of the warden?"

"Because the probability of success is not 100%." ​​The bill said, "I think the probability is worth a try. Another Stark thinks so, but some people may not think so."

Stark was very annoyed: "You mean this person is me?"

Bill: "I didn't say that."

Stark: "I understand what I mean."

Bill: "This is your freedom."

Seeing that the scene was going to be chaotic, Banner could only help the two — to be precise, only Stark, because the bill did not have such emotion — to do anger management: "Don’t make a noise, continue to say we What should I do?"

Although he still doesn't know what happened to Mr. Warden, the seven doctoral degrees convinced him that what they were talking about was how to resurrect Mr. Warden.

Then he will cooperate fully anyway.

The bill gave Stark a deep look.

At this moment, someone knocked on the office door.Banner looked at everyone and said, "I'll go out and have a look. This should have been my job."

But the people outside made him a little unexpected.

It's the Warren guard.

In his hand, he held an appointment letter from an unknown source and handed it to Banner.

"I am the Warden Warden. I will take over the post of Warden Warden and the prison he manages."

Banner can understand this situation-after all, Mr. Warden is theoretically dead, and someone will come to take over the prison.

But this incident made several people in the bedroom feel as if they were stung by something, and with a trace of panic and anxiety-as the bill says, the success rate of his plan is not 100%.What if it fails?The warden would really die.

To be honest, from a rational point of view, Banner felt that there was no problem with what the bill said.

He didn't intervene in anything, but Mr. Warden ushered in his "end" early.This just proves that he was right. As long as the possibility of ending the warden’s life brought about by the fiscal deficit still exists, it will happen sooner or later.

Even Stark could figure out a way to stop this in his limited life-then how long could they stop it.

Banner returned to the bedroom and left the Warren guard who took over as the warden in the office.

The other party will not be angry, nor is it as real as a human being as the warden. Banner thinks this way, but at the same time it is an offense to comment on how the warden is like a human.

He had to admit at this time that his head was actually a little confused.

All in all, he didn't really want to see other people sitting on the warden's usual sofa chair.

The bill in the bedroom has almost finished the plan-and overall it is very simple.The bill left the warden with the last agreement with the world, and it is still a skill that can choose his next role for him.

But the occupation and other attributes obviously have no choice, because he must be a prisoner.The skills of this character are somewhat special.

They only need to find out which prisoner the warden is, then take him out of the prison, and execute the next plan.

Things seem simple, and if nothing happens, it will go smoothly.

But-"Murphy's Law", isn't it?Banner thought anxiously.

He opened the door and walked out of the bedroom. The guard outside Wallen was still standing in the middle of the office a little dazed.

This made Banner suddenly feel sympathy.After all, the person who was caught to take over was just an innocent pixel villain, he was just executing his own program.

Guard Warren heard the sound and looked up at Banner.

"You don't seem to be very happy." Not knowing why, Banner blurted out suddenly.He paused. He wanted to say "I'm sorry, Mr. Warden," but he couldn't say it.

In any case, he did not want to call another person "Mr. Warden".

"I don't understand what you mean." The dazed expression in the guard Wallen's expression disappeared, replaced by seriousness.

Banner shook his head: "I'm sorry."

Guard Warren nodded, stared at the sofa chair behind the desk for a while, and suddenly spoke.

"I remember that Mr. Warden belonged to the former warden." The Warren guard still had no expression on his face, but the words he spoke made Banner had to stop.

"And I can't stay here for too long." Guard Wallen said, "There are still seventeen minutes for dinner, 701009 and 701012, and 701019. I need to be there to eat."

Banner froze for a moment.

If Zhang Dianyu were still here, he would know that these prisoner numbers are corresponding mutant juvenile offenders-it is not appropriate to say that they are juveniles. These three children are not even the age of primary school, and they have no ability to distinguish right from wrong His abilities were turned back and forth in research institutions funded by various criminal organizations, and the only opportunities to show up in society were being used as weapons and completely unable to integrate into the lives of normal people.

They are also one of the "tails" he has seen most often on the map following Guard Wallen.

Even when they are forced to sleep, bathe, eat, and study, they often do not obediently restrict their behavior according to the schedule.

Only with the expressionless company of guard Wallen, he can barely figure out what he should do.

Banner was stunned and left the office, leaving the Warren guard alone in the room.Others are still in the small bedroom inside, lest the "new warden" use this place for other purposes and remove the body of the warden.

The guard Wallen just did what he was supposed to do and stood in the office all night.