Chapter 1284: How Much of a Grudge Does Schiller Hold? (Part 2)

As summer gradually approaches, the hot sun on the New York coastline makes the sweat run down the back of the necks of the hurried big city people. 佖

The shuttles and skytrains that pass by the skyline quickly bring a fleeting shadow, temporarily blocking the heat and giving pedestrians some time to breathe.

On the top floor of Stark Tower, in Tony Stark's dedicated laboratory, Schiller supported his face with his hands and tried to open his eyelids that were like lead. In the hazy and trance vision, Peter, wearing black-framed glasses, and Stark, who was half-wearing a battle armor, were arguing about the third round of technical issues.

"No, Mr. Stark, you have to listen to me about this. Only miniaturization and civilianization are the way out for the future. Imagine that the nano-coating technology of spacecraft can be used in many fields of civilian product production. Our next stage of work should be to reduce costs and expand the application field."

"Yes, but this cannot prevent us from continuing to deepen our research. Listen to me, Peter, you can't continue to waste time in the No. 3 experimental group. Dr. Connors needs you, your genius brain and inspiration."

"But you clearly promised me before that I would participate in the magic experimental group. Have you forgotten? The symbiont Red Peak in my body has absorbed a lot of the power of faith of the Morlun family. I am fully capable of exploring the field of magic..."

"Don't talk nonsense, kid, I It is impossible to let you go. The damn long -faced Supreme Master has been playing your idea for a long time. I am going to find a reporter to write a report next week, saying that he has abducted genius researcher Peter Parker, he wants to be your sugar father ... "" You can't do this, Mr. Stark, you are too naive. " While walking into the corridor, he sighed, saying he said, "It's really a ghost. What research team does the technology of spacecraft paint with Peter Parker and what do you have to do with me?" "Forget it, you can pretend to be asleep at this time. As soon as I took off my coat, I heard a knock on the door. Greed a little puzzled, but I still glanced at the door and asked, "Who?" "Pride let me send you things." The slightly low voice sounded outside the door, and greedily opened his eyes. He walked quickly to the door, pulled the door handle and opened it, and Bruce Wayne's face appeared outside the door.

Before Greedy could scream, Bruce quickly stepped forward and squeezed in through the crack of the door, then slammed the door shut.

"Oh my God, didn't I clean the inside of the tower when I traveled through the world? How did you get stuck here?" Greedy's eyes almost popped out, and he raised his voice and said, "Do you know what you did?"

After saying that, Greedy was stunned for a moment, then grabbed Bruce's arm in a panic, trying to push him out of the door, while pushing, he said, "No, it must be that Arrogant guy who was careless and forgot to send you back. My God, this is not a joke, come with me, I have to send you back before Chao finds me."

But Bruce stood there without moving, Greedy turned sideways in surprise, and the moment he met Bruce's deep blue eyes, he took two steps back in fear and shouted.

"Batman??!!!!"

Greed froze in place, staring at Batman for a few seconds, then he scurried to the corner, holding onto the walls with both hands, and spoke in a trembling tone of fear.

"You are not the little bat, you are the Batman of the main universe!!! How are you here???!!!"

"I told you, Pride asked me to deliver something to you."

"Ah??!" Greedy screamed in confusion, then he pressed his forehead with his hand, took a few deep breaths, shook his head and said, "Wait a minute, I have a few questions. First, how did you get in?!"

Bruce looked at the ground, Greedy looked down with his eyes, and then Bruce looked into Greedy's eyes and said, "The hole below."

"I know, I know you certainly couldn't have come in through the main door, the problem is that you are from another universe, how can you... I mean, okay, you have been in once before, but you can't..."

"Lucifer." Batman spit out a name.

"Ah??!!"

"They restarted my universe, making all my efforts in this period of time go to waste. They also deleted everyone's memory of Schiller in that universe, blocked the spelling and syllables of his name, and made him unable to appear in my universe in any way."

Batman said calmly, his tone was calm as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him.

"But I think this is neither just nor fair. Schiller is my friend. I don't want his existence to be erased from my universe, so I started trying to change his name back, until I saw an angel-like illusion in front of my eyes."

"The angel said I was crazy, but I know I'm not, because people who restart the universe at will are crazy."

Greedy stared at him straightly. He slowly stood up and looked into Bruce's eyes and said, "Arrogance really told you everything, huh?"

"The angel who appeared in front of me couldn't do anything to me, so he called an angel named Lucifer, who was Schiller's friend, and we reached an agreement."

"Schiller and I can no longer meet in reality in any way, especially we can't go to see the clown together, not any clown, but considering our friendship, we can use dreams as a bridge to enter each other's spiritual world through the resonance of souls."

"This..." Greedy was choked, he grinned and said with a complicated expression, "Why does it sound a bit like... Cowherd and Weaver Girl?"

Then he rubbed his eyebrows and said, "Okay, I understand this part, but why did you come here? I mean, you should know that the Mind Tower cannot be casually In and out, right? The superego will clean up the things in the tower regularly, and outsiders cannot escape his eyes. "

"Unless there are other Schillers to help." Bruce continued his words, blinked his eyes, and said in his usual straight tone: "Arrogance told me that there is an existence with the same authority as the superego of the tower administrator, called Pathology. He helped Pathology find a new toy, so Pathology used his authority to let me in. "佖

Greed opened his mouth to say something, but it seemed that he had no way to start. After a while, he said angrily: "Why is the whole world on the side of Pride? !"

Suddenly he reacted, opened his eyes wide and stared at Bruce and said: "The thing that Pride wants to send me is not you, right? God, please forgive me, I am not guilty of torturing each other with Batman, right? !"

Greed was really shocked and helpless. He didn't think that he was as sick as Pride, and he enjoyed torturing each other with Batman.

The whole world knows that Batman is a huge trouble, and he is just an ordinary little expert in making a fortune, just wanting to make some money. If he is entangled by Batman, how can he continue to study and practice the reimbursement system under the conditions of macroeconomics?

"He asked me to bring you a message." Batman's tone is flat: "I hope you can lock the door every day as fast as you locked the Thinking Tower at that time, otherwise, you will see many surprises like me."

Greed was stunned, then took a deep breath, and the Thinking Tower echoed his angry roar.

"Arrogant, you are the most cunning Schiller in the world!!!!"

"Schiller? Schiller? Wake up... Schiller!"

"What's wrong?" Schiller woke up suddenly.

What appeared in his vision was the worried expressions of Peter and Stark. Peter's tone was full of worry. He looked at Stark and said, "Well, Tony, at least on this point, I agree with you very much. We really have to keep an eye on Dr. Schiller's mental state. He is even so sleepy that he falls asleep when we argue. This is terrible."

"Come on, I think he can only sleep because he can't understand those technical terms." Stark frowned and took two steps back, revealing a slightly disgusted expression.

Schiller rubbed his eyes hard to make his vision less hazy, and just when his eyes focused on Stark's face, a low voice came from deep in his heart.

"Who is he?"

Schiller widened his eyes in shock, and he turned his attention back to his room in the Mind Tower, only to find that Batman was gone.佖

Schiller took a breath, and while Peter and Stark hadn't reacted yet, his expression became dull. Greed hurried back to the Thinking Tower, took the elevator down, and ran through the crowd in the corridor in a panic, all the way to the theater.

"Oh my God, why are you here?!" Greed looked at the figure of Batman sitting in the center of the theater and screamed.

"Why can't I be here?" Batman was justified as if this was his home. He tilted his head slightly and looked at Greed with his peripheral vision and said: "Arrogant invited me to be a guest here and said that I could visit at will. He is also the owner here and should have such rights."

"And he told me that I could come to this room and see what this body is going through."

Greed opened his mouth, put his hands on his hips and took a deep breath, looked at Batman and said: "Arrogant told you to come to this room to see what I'm going through? Why didn't he tell you how many clothes he had in his closet, which side he should sleep on, and what he should do first when he got up?"

Then, Greedy He exhaled helplessly, looked at Batman and said, "Arrogant, this damn lunatic! He is so crazy that he uses Batman to deal with himself, and you are helping him?"

Batman was about to say something, but Greedy interrupted him with a wave of his hand and said, "I know what you are going to say, because you are Batman, no one can stop you... You guys from DC are really too dark!"

"Listen, Batman." Greedy stretched out a hand and said, "This is not your territory. I don't just mean my thinking tower, but the world I am in now. If you want to see it, just sit here honestly and don't cause trouble for me. Do you understand?"

Batman remained silent and did not answer. Greed was helpless because he could already hear Peter and Stark in the real world calling him. He had to quickly float up to deal with them, otherwise he would be sent to the hospital again.

Schiller's consciousness floated up and the moment he regained control of his body, he saw Stark's face constantly enlarged in his vision. Schiller instinctively dodged back, and Stark stretched out his hand and waved it in front of his eyes.

"Peter! Peter!" Stark took two steps back, called Peter's name, and said: "Contact Presbyterian Hospital, Schiller's condition is a little bit wrong again!"

"No, wait, I'm fine." Schiller said.

"Who is he?" Batman's voice sounded in Schiller's heart again.

"It has nothing to do with you." Schiller said with gritted teeth.佖

"But he looks like a retard."

"Shut up."

"Peter, call a doctor, Schiller is hallucinating again."

"You shut up too, Stark."

"Showing aggression towards hallucinations, Peter, call a doctor!"

"You're right, he's a retard!"

()

.