Chapter 1018 Schiller in 1991 (Part 1)

After the superego finished speaking, Schiller did not feel very surprised. After all, there were very few outsiders in this tower. The clown infected by the clown virus counted as one, and the system that suddenly appeared at the beginning naturally counted as one.

After his eyes moved away from Schiller's body lying on the table in front of him, he did not return to the face of the superego, but looked at the chair behind the table.

It was not a very comfortable chair, nor even an ordinary chair. It was a metal fixed chair used in torture chambers in the 20th century, with locks everywhere.

The whole room, except for a small light bulb hanging at the top with a dim light, had no windows. Schiller knew without looking that the door behind him was closed tightly. More importantly, the smile of the superego at this time was not very friendly.

"If you want to host a banquet for me, you don't need such strict measures." Schiller shook his head and said, "We are one person. If it is good for me, I will not run away."

"But this is not to prevent you from running away." The superego tapped the table with his fingertips again and looked at Schiller. Schiller paused for a moment, but his expression did not change. He walked over and sat down. Seeing the superego fiddling with the lock next to his left arm, he said, "You don't think I will have any psychological burden about the types of food?"

"Guessed wrong again." The superego commented, and then he went on to explain: "This is to prevent some overly violent personalities from getting excited in the middle."

After speaking, the superego glanced back at Schiller's body on the bed. Schiller followed his gaze and instinctively began to observe the condition of the body. From the outside, the body was wearing an ordinary shirt and suit pants. The wound surface of the lost limbs was very flat, which should have been finely cut.

When this conclusion just appeared in Schiller's mind, he suddenly denied his idea because he found that there were some special marks on the wound of his arm that should not appear, which made Schiller feel very uncomfortable.

He frowned and said with some disgust: "What are you doing? No, stop your action and take the plate away. I won't eat this thing. You handled it too ugly. My God, I have a little difficulty breathing..."

Schiller's breathing really became a little rapid, even worse than when his fusion was not going well before. Chaowo pursed his lips, walked around from behind the chair, and buckled the lock on Schiller's right wrist. He said: "Look, this is why I want to fix you up. That wound is not left by me."

Chaowo side He leaned down and put the buckle on his waist around the back of the chair, saying: "Do you remember that we had some trouble before, so I asked the sick person to leave?"

Schiller tilted his head to one side, trying not to look at the wound in question. He nodded absentmindedly, and the superego continued: "Before he left, I was worried that his soul power was not enough, so I invited him here to give him a sumptuous banquet to see him off."

"But you know, that guy always gets too excited when facing such a scene. I helped him cut the food and left, and he was still I thought he would sit there and eat obediently, but I didn't expect that he was not satisfied with the food on the plate at all..." Superego shook his head and said helplessly: "Do you think that the small missing piece on the right side of the wound looks like a tooth mark?"

"Damn it!" Schiller cursed, and he suddenly became very irritable and began to struggle constantly. Superego patted his shoulder gently, so Schiller calmed down, but he was still panting and said in a low voice:

"That makes me feel very bad. He did something wrong and it is completely irreversible. I think I am now I should leave here and find some medicine. I feel really bad..."

When facing another self, Schiller always seems more straightforward. The superego shook his head and said, "I advise you to finish eating before going up. Your fusion has just been completed. It is time to replenish your strength. And you should also think that Batman is no longer so easy to deal with."

"He is not important at all. If it weren't for the curse, I wouldn't bother with him." Schiller's face turned pale again. He pursed his lips and lowered his head to one side, completely ignoring the superego's behavior of fixing him to the chair with a lock.

The superego reached out and pressed Schiller's neck, pulling him back so that his back was completely against the back of the chair, then used the neck buckle to fix his neck, and said: "When the little guy in the mental hospital came here, he refused to take off his mask. When I tried, he almost bit me."

"Of course." Schiller still hung his head, but because the buckle was tied around his neck, he couldn't lean forward. He could only lower his head slightly and look at the ground and said: "I said, guilt is a good knife."

"We should all remember that during the period of hospitalization, at the beginning, no one noticed that the dosage of medicine given to me was not enough, which caused me to get sick and completely out of control. I bit the nurse who had been taking care of me. She was just an ordinary person and almost died."

The superego continued: "That little guy is the product of that psychological trauma, so he has been unwilling to take off his mask since he was born."

"However, he has been much better recently, because he found that the Hippo Goddess was serious about introducing her daughter to him. Even Khonsu had this intention. They all hoped that the Egyptian pantheon would have a son-in-law who was good enough to fight... He has been hiding in the ward recently and has not come out."

Superego smiled, put the plates on the table in order, and then walked to the bedside to prepare food. Schiller, who had fallen into anxiety again, spoke weakly but quickly:

"No, don't cut it like that, follow the muscle... Yes, yes, cut right there... No, the cut is too deep, God, you messed up everything, throw that piece of meat away, I won't eat it!"

"No, I don't want that part. I'm different from Hannibal. I don't eat offal. It's fishy. You should leave it to Gluttony, the guy who doesn't pick..."

"Don't want facial muscle tissue. The fat content is too low and it tastes bad. The neck meat is good, but There is a big problem with your handling method... You put it in the frying pan, you are crazy, pour it out quickly! "

"I have to say, your cutting method is very good, did you learn it from Batman? The way you put the meat into the baking tray reminds me of some vegetarians, I mean, it's not bad..."

"Ding!"

The super-self knocked the edge of the baking tray with a spatula, turned up his eyelids, and looked at Schiller from above his eyes. Schiller looked at him without showing any weakness, and then the super-self lowered his eyelids and said: "If you don't shut up, I will cut the meat from the wound you hate the most and give it to you."

"I said, this chair is used to prevent me from running away, right?"

After Schiller said this, he stopped talking until the super-self prepared all the food, then stood at the table, cut it into complete squares with a knife, arranged it neatly on the plate, and then picked up the food with the two central teeth of the four-tine fork and sent it to Schiller's mouth.

Schiller shook his head and said, "Don't think I didn't see it. You didn't turn this piece of meat over once. Take it away quickly."

Super I took a deep breath, showed a fake smile, put down the fork and knife, and walked out of the room.

After a while, he brought a piece of black cloth, folded it in half and then in half along the diagonal line, folded the square cloth into strips, and then covered Schiller's eyes and tied a knot behind his head.

"Do you think this will work? Do you think I can't taste it?" Schiller was not to be outdone. Super I fed him another piece of meat. After Schiller ate it, he chewed it and said, "This is not the piece just now. It should be the lower part of the brachioradialis muscle. In addition, the heat is good..."

The fixing measures of this chair are very perfect. The neck, shoulders, upper arms, wrists, upper abdomen, lower abdomen, thighs, calves, and ankles are all locked, so Schiller can't move at all. He wants to make a relaxed posture, but because his back is too tight against the back of the chair, he still looks a little stiff.

So, he could only pretend to be relaxed and said: "This proves that you are a good cook. I think we can talk about the main topic now... I mean, the system."

"You can continue to express your opinions on my cooking skills. I don't care." Superego said while processing the food on a plate.

Schiller stopped talking. He ate another piece of meat fed by Superego. After chewing it for the first time, he said: "It has a little tendon and tastes good, but the cooking is not good."

Superego paused for a moment, but still said: "Since you were the first to wake up when we landed, didn't you find any abnormalities?"

"I woke up first, which does not mean that I was conscious at the time. At that time, our souls had not yet fully adapted to this body and could not mobilize the brain to think, so we could not find any abnormalities."

"But..." Schiller changed the subject and said: "I can speculate based on the pictures I saw at that time. First of all, the most important point is that the system landed before us."

"In other words, the system did not come here bound to our souls, but Stayed in the original body, waiting for our arrival. I guess you, the only conscious one at that time, should have discovered this earlier than me. "

The superego said while processing the food on the plate: "Indeed, at that time, you were all unconscious, so you didn't notice that when we came to this world, we experienced a long buffer, and after the buffer ended, the tower fell. "

"When the tower fell from mid-air, there was only one person on a barren and blank land, that is him, the system, or Schiller. "

"Do you think he is the original Schiller?" Schiller asked: "I mean the real Schiller, not us outsiders."

The superego shook his head. Although Schiller couldn't see his movements at all, he could hear his negative attitude from the time interval between his words.

"I am very sure that he is not a soul, nor does he have any consciousness. In short, he is completely different from us. If I have to say, it is just a force, a force so huge that we can't imagine it. "

Under the cloth covering his eyes, Schiller frowned. The so-called power that the superego called unimaginable must have a very good background.

There was no other reason. At the beginning, Marvel Schiller carried out a series of operations in Marvel. The waves of member gifts alone provided countless magical energy for their souls, but Superego never cared. Whenever there was power in the account, he would just calmly let Marvel Schiller send this power to the warehouse.

The warehouse in the Mind Tower is very ordinary, and there are no security measures, let alone hiding it. In other words, Superego doesn't care whether there will be a personality and secretly use up this energy.

This kind of thing is not impossible to happen. After all, there are many personality fragments representing negative traits in the Mind Tower. They will steal things, but they don't want to do anything with the stolen things. This is just their nature.

In the eyes of anyone in any world, the energy Schiller obtained can be called as vast as the sea of ​​smoke. DC Schiller knew very well that even Barbatos could not turn a blind eye to the energy obtained by Marvel Schiller, but the superego never cared about it.

However, the superego attached great importance to the system Schiller lying on the bed, and even set up a room for storing him at the end of the lunatic asylum, and let Moonlight Schiller guard it. This shows that this power is so huge that the superego cannot afford the consequences of losing it.

At this time, Schiller thought of another point, and the superego seemed to have a tacit understanding with him and said: "Yes, the defensive measures I took were not to guard against you, but to guard against greed."

"If greed knows the existence of this room, he will not leave you even a strand of hair."

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