Chapter 1293: Greed Brings Bad Luck (Part 2)

"I think starting with math might be a mistake." Batman said in the study of the Mind Tower. 𬶏

"There are two kinds of people in this world, one kind prefers abstract logic, and the other kind must have concrete examples to use their wisdom." Stark said at the desk in the office of Stark Tower.

Soon, the dim light of the study blended with the bright light of the floor-to-ceiling windows, and after the complicated background faded, the two desks were placed in the same space.

Schiller turned to the left first, and Batman held up a piece of paper behind the wooden desk. He said, "Physics is relatively interesting among the sciences, and its application scenarios are wider. Moreover, among all the science theories, physics is also my best."

"Of course, of course, of course, I was born for natural sciences!" Stark said behind the desk on the right, "Or it should have been born for me. When I was born, all the physical laws in the world should cheer."

"Physics is divided into many categories, mechanics, electronics, atomic and molecular physics, quantum mechanics, astrophysics, etc. Each of them is exploring the nature of matter and the laws of mutual motion." Batman's voice is very rhythmic.

"This is the most romantic subject in the world. It truly analyzes every object around us and how the whole world works. If you yearn for the truth of this universe, you will inevitably embark on the path of physics." Stark's voice is gentle and slow.

"Next, I will explain the basic definitions of the contents covered by basic physics such as mechanics, thermodynamics, optics, and electromagnetism..." Batman slowed down his tone, paused for a moment and continued. 𬶏

"There is no doubt that the essence of physics lies in application." Stark nodded and said, "Observe first, then summarize, and then apply."

Schiller's soul stood like a high wall between the two geniuses. The changes of light during the day and night could not stop these rational or passionate, low or high-pitched voices.

At some point, Schiller's consciousness had fallen asleep, but such communication did not stop.

They were teaching Schiller with their genius scientific thinking, and at the same time letting each other teach them.

And those knowledge that lingered in front of the memory warehouse and could not enter the thinking tower at all were completely split, crushed, and reorganized in the collision of the two geniuses' thinking sparks.

Became something newer, higher, and closer to the truth, and then they were sent into the tower together.

At the bottom of the tower, Morbidity led a little boy holding a ball of gray fog, and they looked up together. 𬶏

At the top of the tower, the huge bat shadow and the Iron Demon looked at each other from a distance. Looking at the turbulent clouds in the sky, Morbid half-knelt down, looked into the little boy's eyes and said:

"Everyone's true self is a manifestation of nature. Unfortunately, the nature of patients with scholarly autism is to focus too much on one aspect, and then distract all other aspects."

"Every autistic person is a specialized genius. They only show amazing talents in one aspect, but they seem to be unable to take care of themselves in other aspects. This is a gift and a curse."

"We can deduce the reactions necessary for social interaction, but we can't deduce genius-like scientific thinking. We are not geniuses in mathematics or natural sciences. We don't have such thinking, nor do we have enough inspiration."

"But it doesn't matter. When our souls are in tune with true geniuses, our talents in understanding others can play a role, and our thinking will tend to be consistent with the frequency of the tremor. "

"Arrogance is in tune with Batman, greed resonates with Iron Man, and gets a little genius from the talents of great scientists."

The morbidity looked into the eyes of the self and said, "We lack this kind of thinking, and the consequences are not only that we cannot engage in research in these disciplines."

"This extremely rational calculation and the most fundamental desire for truth should have been the reins of emotional madness. In the past, we lost it, and now we have found it back."

"Stay focused, stay calm, let endless data and calculations fill your brain, become a logical machine, no longer experience, no longer empathize, and take a completely different path."

"Balance your personality with a balanced mind, and get back everything that morbidity has made you lose."

Accompanied by the low voice of morbidity, greed shuttled back and forth between the study and the surface consciousness, and he seemed to have completely fallen into a coma of half-sleep and half-wakefulness.

Batman and Iron Man both realized what kind of great genius they were talking to, so the content of their conversation became more and more profound, from Bat equipment to Iron Man suit, from energy to power, from history to the future.

They both tried their best to instill their knowledge and learning into the characteristics of greed, and only the characteristic of greed that accepts everything can accommodate this almost endless wisdom.

Schiller became the link between the two great geniuses, and therefore, when the peak of the battle of metal and iron slid towards the slow and low end of the song, the two huge shadows looked at the tower of thinking at the same time. 𬶏

They knew that they should give the most precious gift to their friends, to the bond between them, and to the people who sent them here and let them meet.

Soon, a brick fell from the top of the long-unbreakable tower of thought, followed by many bricks. Layers of bricks appeared out of thin air and were firmly connected to the tower.

Brick after brick drew a smooth arc and went to where they should go. In a blink of an eye, the tower had nine more floors. All the knowledge that failed to flow into the memory warehouse was stored here.

These boring data, incomprehensible symbols, and design drawings that ordinary people could not understand at all did not need to change the world, but should change their friends, so that a specialized genius could have another way to go.

After that, they still felt it was not enough, so when they stretched out their hands, thick gray fog rose from the bottom of the tower and soon spread to their fingertips.

The gray fog cheered and circled around the top few floors, making a surprised hum.

When the symbiont factor came into contact with the tremor of the soul, every cell of his was trying to understand the amazing wisdom of the two geniuses. 𬶏

The symbiote depends on the host, and when Schiller's mind gradually moved towards balance, the gray fog finally made a breakthrough. He transformed the original technical memory that relied on experience into a true genius thinking and inspiration.

This means that he will not only be able to repair, but also to create, not to copy and transform like a symbiote, but to create like a human.

In the end, the two huge phantoms greeted each other from a distance. They did not obtain any technology from each other, but they no longer needed to obtain any technology.

When the two geniuses shook hands and greeted each other in the same soul across the universe, no single technology was enough to describe such a great understanding, and no language could describe such a harmonious resonance of the soul.

After the soul tremor gradually stopped, Schiller suddenly woke up, a clear sound came, Schiller instinctively shook, he tilted his head and saw a cup of warm water placed next to him.

"Who said that Stark can't take care of people?" Stark's brisk tone sounded in Schiller's ears.

"Thank you." Schiller rarely responded with sarcasm. Instead, he frowned and drank a sip of water, saying, "Where were you just talking about? What happened? Why do I feel a headache?"𬶏

"Nothing, you just fell asleep again." Stark squinted his eyes slightly, walked back to the back of the battle suit display stand, started to debug the equipment, and said, "To be honest, I didn't know my voice was so hypnotic that it could make you fall asleep 12 times in half an hour."

"It's not your problem." Schiller shook his head and said, "Physics is to blame."

"If you want to say that, then I must admit that it's my problem. Physics is innocent, and so is mathematics."

"It seems that I'm really not cut out for this. "Schiller frowned painfully and said, "You should have seen the symptoms of autistic patients in the case analysis. We can only tend to have one kind of talent. We have extremely high concentration in this aspect, but if we change to another aspect, it is easy to lose concentration."

"Of course, I have seen it." Stark huddled behind the display stand of the battle suit, debugging the connection of the lower part of the parts. He continued, "Many autistic children are talented in memorizing text or artistic graphics."

"They can even directly draw a pattern of an entire city with a pen, including the details of every street, but sometimes they don't even know how to put on socks. Many people call them 'cursed geniuses'. '. "

"But I think that genius is genius, there is no such thing as being cursed." Stark shook his head and said: "Wisdom will not be cursed, those so-called cursed manifestations are just the shortcomings and imperfections that people have. "𬶏

"I really didn't expect you to say this." Schiller was indeed a little surprised. He took out a medical record from his pocket and said: "Okay, the teaching time is over, and the next is the time for psychotherapy. What happened? "

"Oh, by the way, you said before that you spread your tail in front of me like a peacock, and I didn't notice it at all, so you felt sad and wronged..."

"That's your illusion!"

"Absolutely not. "

" You are dreaming."

"That's impossible."

Schiller rolled his eyes, stood up and walked to the battle suit display stand, looking at the battle suit nicknamed "Rebellious Son", and said:𬶏

"Before, there was also such a stubborn guy who broke into my room and pressed my head to study mathematics. Ha, he finally got out. He must have been thrown out by Chao. It's a pity that I didn't see his embarrassed look..."

"No, he was not thrown out."

"How do you know?"

"I just know."

"Why?"

Schiller asked unconsciously, and also glanced at Stark's face casually. Stark, holding a wrench, slowly stood up and faced Schiller.

When the rich golden sunset outside the floor-to-ceiling window shone on Stark's face, the brown eyes were half like a shimmering lake and half like a dark and deep sea.𬶏

Along with Schiller's shocked expression, Stark's body stiffened for a moment, and the low voice that was unlike his echoed in the room -

"Because, I am Batman."

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