Rebuilding Base is Under Construction

Stark nodded.

"I'll deal with the corpse. People in this town won't say anything."

Banner next to him paused, and silently reached out and closed the wooden door.Although the people living here are all—Stark calls it the "pixel villain", and said that the name comes from the warden's mouth—the topics they openly discuss here still don’t seem right. .

They carried the unconscious prisoner up to the second floor, and Banner closed the curtains around him. Several people stood around the bed, looking at the unconscious face.

Strange, but somewhat familiar.

Stark's throat was a little dry, but he forced to speak in a calm tone.

"The last... vote." He paused, "If we stop now, at least this prisoner is safe. He can live in this world until his old age."

The scene fell into a moment of silence.

"But... that's not Mr. Warden, is it?" Peter said softly.This person does not have the memory of the warden, and he is not that person, even though he is indeed the new life the warden acquired after his "retirement."

No one answered and no one spoke.

Stark glanced at Peter. "So, you voted yes?"

"No, no, let me think about it again." Peter waved his hand and shook his head quickly, as if he was afraid that his vote would have already been cast.

Stark closed his gaze back, no expression on his face.

In silence, Strange said: "I agree."

The stagnant air seemed to be broken by something.

Banner glanced at Strange slowly, sighed slightly, and finally said, "I agree too."

Peter moved the corners of his mouth.

Stark looked at him, but the boy still didn't make up his mind. He scratched his messy brown hair in a concealed manner and rolled his head.

"I wanted you to choose first," he said, "Peter. If Mr. Warden is here, he certainly doesn't want me to leave the last pressure to you."

The boy scratched his hair slightly.

He slowly raised his head, a little afraid to look into Stark's eyes, but still looked over.

"I just... we can't decide, decide the life or death of a person?"

"They are the same person, Peter." Strange's voice came from the side. "There is only one person left. There is no way to divide the soul into two."

Peter bit his lip.

He looked at Stark and asked, "So, Mr. Stark, you didn't approve of it, right?"

Stark was noncommittal.

"Otherwise you don't need to give me a chance." Peter twitched his mouth and smiled, but it looked more like he was crying.

Stark looked at the young man who was shorter than him.

Mr. Warden spoke highly of Peter, and he didn’t want him to be under too much pressure. From his disclosure of his identity, he asked Stark to notify Peter as soon as possible. He still regarded the boy as a child in need of protection. .

But Peter is not, and he is very smart.

"I'm sorry," Stark said.

Peter swallowed and made up his mind to say: "I voted yes-I hope Mr. Warden can return."

Stark didn't look particularly unexpected, and he didn't seem too disappointed.

"I admit it's very selfish," Peter said softly, "but we need him, and the world needs him, doesn't it?"

Judging from what he saw when he walked out of the warden's office this morning, the newly appointed Warren Warren didn't look very happy.

Of course, he may not be able to express his feelings at all.

But Peter felt it intuitively.

He didn't know what it was, maybe it was one of the things the warden left him.

This world needs the warden, and the warden is also born for this world-he should not make decisions for the life and death of others, but the warden needs his next decision at this time.

He cannot escape, he must stand up.

Suddenly, a serious voice from a boy interrupted his thoughts.

"Do I need to vote?"

Stark glanced at the dark-haired boy standing next to him. "It's none of your business."

"Oh." The bill replied.

"Take us in," Stark said directly.

He doesn't need to make a choice anymore, 3 to 1, everyone else voted yes, and they will go to "resurrect" the warden in the sandbox.

When the bill first revealed the plan, Stark almost hit someone.

Fortunately, there was only the serious face of the black-haired boy in front of him, and the person who did not propose this plan-Tony Stark from another universe, was also the creator of the prototype of the sandbox.

The bill said that when he asked another Stark how he could deal with the sword of Damocles hanging over Mr. Warden’s head, the other Stark quickly offered such a plan.

Because this plan is the same as what he had done before-copy a copy of the memory of Mr. Warden and save it in the sandbox.

It will be used someday.

I just didn't expect this day to come a little sooner.

But he had a request, he needed to observe Mr. Warden carefully before he was willing to copy his memory, so the bill had to allow him to enter the world into his body.

When they entered the sandbox to search for the bill, the warden separated from them, precisely because another Stark at the time wanted to take the warden away and copy it.

But he didn't expect that Mr. Warden had been with Strange in another world or Stark in this world, and things almost failed—fortunately, the mechanical squid finally got close enough.

All in all, the copying of the memory was successful, but no one can say whether the warden was theirs.

In addition, the Stark also said that this incident is indeed bad, even if all his own memory now comes from a remake.

At least from his point of view, it's still true.

The warden's memory was stored in the basement of the cabin where he and Stark last settled, where they also avoided the mechanical squid.

The unconscious prisoner also slept in his own bedroom, even though this was actually the first time he was lying on that bed "in his life".

Although Strange said that the soul cannot be divided into two, and temporarily stored the "soul" of the prisoner in the eyes of Agomoto, saying that this can protect the fragile soul when crossing dimensions.

But Stark will never accept this unscientific explanation.

Assuming that the world is a disk and everyone occupies a sector, then the soul is probably a stamp that allows data to be written.

Strange sneered at this.

Fortunately, the dawn is fast enough to allow the two people's dispute to end early.

When they arrived at the door of the hut where they once settled, Stark from another world was already standing at the door holding his chest and waiting.

Stark squeezed his fist, and the opponent smiled at him.

"I am taller than you."

Stark: "?"

"That's why I promised to help you," the black-haired and blue-eyed man said lazily. "It's good news to learn that Tony Stark in another universe is a little shorter than me."

Stark: "...?"

"We can go directly to the subject, Tony." A voice came from the side of the cabin.

Following this voice, a man with white temples walked out from behind the corner, wearing a blue mage robe and also a red cloak.

Obviously this is also a Strange.

The two Strange glanced at each other, and both sides nodded blankly.

But the cloaks on them became more enthusiastic, and immediately rushed to each other in a big hug.

Two Strange: "..."

"I thought your relationship wasn't very good," Strange said coldly, "you fought for a long time last time."

The cloaks paused slightly, and returned to their masters dingy.

On the other side, the two Starks faced each other, and the atmosphere seemed rather unharmonious.

The black-haired and blue-eyed man finally shrugged: "Others don’t need to come here. Watching those mechanical squids here-although they are useful, to be honest, they are not controlled by anyone, and they may be flat at any time. This hut."

other people:"……"

The black-haired man turned and walked into the cabin and waved his hand behind him: "Your task is to lead him away when he finds it here-it's actually a good post-dinner exercise.

Stark could only drag the unconscious person in his hand and walked in.

The two went down the stairs, and the empty footsteps echoed in the basement, making people feel a little cold for no reason.

The basement is still the same as the previous layout, full of mess, a bit like Stark's utility room-or a garage, or a studio.

Potts also occasionally referred to it as the "garbage dump", mostly when Stark carried out a lot of armor tests and threw out the whole house.

Stark looked around with a stern face, guessing in his mind which box the warden was in.

"Don't look," the black-haired man said, turning his head, "put the man in your hand on the ground-didn't you notice a change in him?"

Stark put an arm of the unconscious prisoner on his shoulder, and of course he couldn't see what happened to the person next to him.But when the black-haired man said this, he suddenly felt a little cold against his body.

He put the man on the cold ground in the basement.

"That's a memory, not a memory card." The black-haired man said, "Of course, it can be digitized, but this is almost a digital world. The data is recorded in the area of ​​the basement, since you moved this person to Starting from the basement, the data is synchronized." He shrugged, showing a serious expression for the first time: "This also means that the person outside, the body itself, has lost its'soul'— —Of course, this word has too many slots."

Stark was silent for a moment. He didn't expect that at this time he actually wanted to express an agreeable opinion.

But he didn't say.

"All in all, you have no turning back, man." The black-haired man said leisurely.

Stark didn't care about his tone.

He looked at the people on the ground.

The face of the young prisoner seemed a little fuzzy, as the black-haired man said, some changes were taking place.The short green stubble on his head is growing at an extremely fast rate, and his facial features have gradually softened a little from the appearance of a sturdy social idler, and become more and more familiar.

Stark knelt down, trying to touch the person in front of him, but hesitated to reach out his hand.

Although he has been voting against it, hoping that Mr. Warden can continue to live like this in the prisoner's body, he still feels that his fingers have lost control a bit.

The heart beats very fast.

He remembered the heartbeat that his heart touched just yesterday.Very calm, seems to have easily accepted this arrangement of fate.

Stark wanted to tell the man that it shouldn't be like this.

If there is a chance, he can take him to see what the world really looks like.He hadn't seen anyone he came to guard in this world yet-of course, sometimes he would be pissed off by their speech, Stark had experience.

But this is the job.

They can go to a fast food restaurant together, yell at those bastards, and eat a cheeseburger, or go to the lake to relax and fish.

He hadn't seen this lively and real world.

"Now," the black-haired man said beside him, "you can kiss your sleeping beauty, my prince."

Stark lowered his head.

A hand quickly fell on his shoulder, pulling him back.

Stark met a pair of blue eyes in astonishment.

"You are not right, brother." The black-haired man stared at his face. "Did you not hear that it was a joke?"

Something in Stark's head exploded.