Chapter 1308 Interstellar Stage (XV)

Hearing this name, Schiller opened his eyes wide in surprise, but he did not show it. He just looked at the young man again calmly. 曞

This Chinese young man is just over 1.8 meters tall and has a healthy body, but he is not like many Europeans and Americans who have trained themselves into a big guy. His body is still thin, but the muscles in his forearms show that he has been well-trained.

His face is not completely Asian, but more like a mixed-race. His hair and pupils are black, but his brow bones and nose bridge are higher, and there are some Caucasian features between his eyebrows and eyes.

More importantly, Schiller found that he did not look like a Chinese living in the United States at all. Due to the cultural differences between the East and the West, there is a big gap between the understanding of facial expressions between Orientals and Westerners.

For Orientals, a smile is actually a smile, usually with closed lips, raised corners of the mouth, and occasionally showing a little teeth.

But for Westerners, a smile must show teeth, preferably gums, and the corners of the mouth should be raised high, which is more like an exaggerated animation performance.

This is even more obvious when taking group photos. Although the native American Asians and the international students look similar, their demeanor and expressions are completely different, to the point where you can tell the two sides apart just by looking at the photo.

If the young man in front of him is Xu Shangqi, then he should be a Chinese American, and he should have been here for at least many years. 曞

But now, the young man's appearance and expression look like an international student who has just arrived here. He does not have the kind of excessive and somewhat fake American enthusiasm at all, but instead appears to be reserved, even shy.

More importantly, Schiller clearly remembered that Shangqi was a kung fu master, Natasha did not bring many agents, and Banner did not release the Hulk, so how did he get caught here? And he started vomiting blood as soon as he arrived?

Although in the Marvel universe where demons are rampant, kung fu masters are not very strong, but they are not so weak, right?

Although Schiller had doubts in his heart, he did not show it. He just silently wrote his name on the medical record, then looked at Xu Shangqi and asked, "How do you feel now? Why did you vomit blood?"

"I..." Xu Shangqi opened his mouth, as if he didn't know what to say, but facing Schiller's focused eyes, he was eager to answer something to gain the doctor's trust, because he knew that the situation he was facing was very bad. If he didn't have an ally, he might never be able to leave here.

Natasha's cold attitude did put a lot of pressure on him. This was no joke. For American agents, emptying the magazine is not the end, but the beginning.

Xu Shangqi sighed deeply, full of sorrow and sadness. He scratched his short black hair and said, "I don't know, doctor, I don't know anything." 曞

Schiller looked at him helplessly and said, "But if you don't say anything, I can't help you."

"I really don't know. I have lost my memory." Xu Shangqi covered his face with one hand, then lifted his hair, frowned and said, "The police opened fire during the conflict that day. They hit the back of my head, but a mysterious force protected me and kept me alive. But I felt mentally ill, so I ran away in a panic. I didn't mean to abandon my companion on purpose. "

Schiller looked at Xu Shangqi's face, listened to his explanation full of loopholes, and seemed to have some premonition. He patted the guardrail gently with his hand and said, "Okay, if you insist that you have mental problems, I will conduct a comprehensive examination on you. If you are accused later, the results of the examination will be a decisive factor in your future. "

Schiller stood up, looked at the young man's face and said, "You have a good rest here, I will see you tomorrow."

After that, Schiller stood up and left, and Xu Shangqi watched his back with a frown.

In the middle of the night, the young man who was sleeping in the bed suddenly turned over. He turned his head and stared at the gap in the door. He didn't get up until the lights in the corridor went out.

Feeling the pain in his chest, he whispered a swear word in Chinese, muttered a few words in dialect, and tried to use the muscle strength of this strong body to turn over and get out of bed.曞

He tiptoed to the window, turned the window handle, and found that it was not locked, so he looked around and quietly pushed the window open.

Xu Shangqi stepped on the edge of the window with one foot, trying to jump out, but at this moment, a voice came from behind him.

"I advise you not to jump, there are agents all downstairs."

It was in Chinese.

Xu Shangqi turned around suddenly, and he saw the psychiatrist he met during the day, holding a folder of medical records in one hand and a cup of steaming water in the other hand standing at the door.

Schiller walked to the side of Xu Shangqi's bed and sat down, leisurely raised his legs, opened the folder of medical records, and said: "Do you imagine yourself killing people in the Marvel world and realizing your dream of being a superhero? Do you think you are the chosen one, so you will definitely escape?"

Xu Shangqi, who was standing by the window in a hospital gown, widened his eyes in shock, because all Schiller's words were spoken in fluent Chinese. 曞

He walked over quickly, grabbed the guardrail of the bed with both hands, and said, "No way? You too, you said 'Marvel' right? ... You said it, right???"

"Don't make a fuss."

Schiller's voice was so low that it was almost a whisper. In the dim light, he took a pen and wrote something on the medical record. Then he knocked on the guardrail on the other side with the end of the pen and said, "Sit opposite, and then we will talk about you."

"Please!" Xu Shangqi opened his hands in disbelief and said, "You traveled through time and became a psychiatrist?! ! Or a psychiatrist of SHIELD??? Do you know what will happen in a few years? That purple potato spirit will snap his fingers, and half of the people will die. That's hundreds of millions of living people!!!"

Xu Shangqi felt a little collapsed. He kept walking around the room, covering his arm and said: "On my way to internship, the taxi hit a big truck. With a 'bang', I didn't know anything."

"When I opened my eyes again, there was another 'bang'. The bullet hit the back of my head. I clearly heard a I screamed, and then I felt like my body was boiling hot. "

"Suddenly, I felt a chill on the back of my head, and the bullets disappeared. Six or seven policemen pointed guns at my head, but I didn't run away because of this. I felt like I was going to explode, and I didn't want to blow them all up. "曞

Xu Shangqi became angrier and angrier, and kicked the foot of the bed and said, "I don't know what sin I have committed! It's okay to travel through time, but I traveled through Xu Shangqi's body! Don't let me see that Fu Manchu, otherwise I'll blow his dog head off!"

After saying that, he kicked the bed leg again, making a "bang" sound, panting, obviously very angry, then he shook his head and said: "These American policemen kill without blinking an eye! I watched them knock down two or three marchers, and now they caught me here, these damn running dogs!"

It can be seen that the young man in front of him is not very good at swearing, even if it is Chinese swearing words, there are only a few of them. Suddenly, he seemed to have just come to his senses and turned to look at Schiller.

He looked at Schiller's white appearance and suddenly said: "From your Chinese accent, you should be Chinese too, right? Forget it, Xu Shangqi is Xu Shangqi, at least he looks like a descendant of the dragon. "

Schiller just sat calmly in his seat, watching him express his emotions for a while, gloat over his misfortune for a while, and quietly profiled this young man in his heart.

Unexpectedly, the young man sat down beside him, turned to look at him and said: "You are so unlucky, you traveled to an ordinary person, and you have to work overtime in the world of superheroes."

"But this is also good. Even if Xu Shangqi has cultivated some internal skills, it will be useless here. I can't control the airflow in my body at all. Who said that time travelers can learn without a teacher?" 曞

Xu Shangqi raised his hand, quite helpless, and soon he sighed softly and said: "I don't know how my mother is doing. Knowing that I died in a car accident, she must be heartbroken, but fortunately, I still have a brother and a sister. I can only They took care of my mother in her old age. ”

He raised his head and looked around the room in the mental hospital. He spoke out what he had been holding in his heart for many days, like pouring out beans: "You know, this is really strange, huh? For so many days, I haven't seen Spider-Man swinging around or Iron Man flying by. I even wanted to take a photo."

"I've only seen the movie, not the comics. This is probably one of those multiverses that Marvel said? Maybe it's the future universe? I hope it's the future universe, so I don't have to face the purple potato spirit."

Schiller turned his head and looked at his profile, and asked, "Are you going to be a superhero? Go and save your other half from Thanos. "Who knows?" Xu Shangqi shrugged and said, "I can't gamble. I am the half that survived. Since I have to die sooner or later, I might as well use my special ability to fight the purple potato spirit. Maybe God let me come here to make up for the tragedy of the movie?" Xu Shangqi rubbed his nose and said, "When I saw the end of "Avengers 3", I cried a lot. I don't know why. Maybe I was unwilling to let these superheroes die like this." Schiller pointed to the bed opposite again. Xu Shangqi was obviously much more relaxed. He walked over and sat down. Schiller looked at his eyes and said, " I saw a clear stupidity in your eyes. Are you a college student? "曞

Xu Shangqi nodded and said, "I just graduated from college and was doing an internship. I died on the way to the internship."

Before Schiller asked, Xu Shangqi sighed deeply and said, "Maybe you traveled through time too early and didn't see the movie Shangqi. I found myself almost dying of despair after I became Xu Shangqi! You don't know what a shitty movie that was!"

"If the actors' looks can still be called aesthetics is subjective, then the plot rhythm is even worse, the picture composition has no aesthetics, and the costumes are so tacky. After watching it, I felt sick for a week, vomit..."

Xu Shangqi made a disgusting expression, crossed his arms and said, "There are no decent oriental heroes in Marvel, it's all fucking stereotypes! Fortunately, the original Xu Shangqi was shot and should have been killed, so I replaced him."

"Fortunately, I'm not the idiot in the long movie, otherwise I would really jump into the sea and commit suicide."

Schiller smiled, but at this time Xu Shangqi rubbed his hands and became excited again, saying, "Maybe, that decent oriental hero is me? After I coughed up two mouthfuls of blood just now, I found that the airflow in my body weakened, and I seem to be able to control it a little bit."

After saying that, He turned his head to look at the window, and there were flashes of searchlights outside the window. Then he turned back and lowered his voice and said, "You don't really plan to stay here like this? Don't you plan to do something to change the world?" 曞

Schiller nodded gently and said, "I'm just an ordinary person. I don't have superpowers like you, so I'm afraid I have to rely on you for this matter. Don't worry, you still need to rest. If you want to leave here, I will help you."

Schiller's voice was soft and slow, and every syllable of every word was dragged out. The flashing frequency of the spotlight outside the window was getting faster and faster, and the light in the house began to become unstable.

"Okay, you're right..." Xu Shangqi covered his still aching chest and leaned on the pillow of the hospital bed. His vision had begun to blur. He said with sleepy eyes: "I have to rest for a while. Let's talk about it tomorrow."

After that, his breathing frequency gradually became longer and longer, until his eye movement speed began to change towards deep sleep. Schiller stood up expressionlessly, walked to the cabinet next to him, took out a bottle of wine, opened the lid, and let the aroma of wine spread in the room.

Soon, Schiller came to the foggy consciousness space. There was no thinking tower here, only very scattered fragments, which was a typical spiritual space of ordinary people.

Schiller looked around, and then found a curled up figure in the center of all the fragments. It was a very ordinary Chinese youth, wearing a pair of myopic glasses, with an ordinary appearance and no unique temperament, just like the boys seen everywhere in the university town.

Schiller found his own memories among many fragments. The boy's surname was not Xu but Chen, and his life experience also showed that he was not a native of this world. He was not brainwashed or hypnotized, but was reborn in a shell. 曞

Schiller stood there and thought for a while. He wanted to see why this time traveler came here.

Schiller didn't like this kind of thing that was beyond his control. If it happened, he had to find out the root cause. He didn't think it was all a coincidence.

In the DC world, Schiller had heard Lucifer say that the "Book of Destiny" that recorded fate not only contained the natives of this world, but also many souls who strayed into this world. They would be written into the "Book of Destiny" by fate not long after they came here, just like what Schiller had encountered.

Lucifer's explanation for this was that the endless universe and world would inevitably have some mistakes, and these wandering souls would not cause much damage even if they were reborn.

Even if something can be changed, it is only one or two universes. Few gods will pay attention to them. If it gets out of hand, they will just throw that universe out...Except Schiller.

After learning about the multiverse, Schiller heard about some unusual events from Spider-Man, such as a character who has never appeared in a comic suddenly appeared in a certain world, opened a big company, beat Thanos, and flirted with superheroes. Schiller knew that these people might be people who accidentally traveled here.

However, since Xu Shangqi was so lucky to travel in front of him, he would certainly use the simplest method to find out his background and make sure that this was not a conspiracy. 曞

Schiller traced back to Xu Shangqi's memory, trying to find the fragments of the time when he had an accident, but when countless memory fragments passed by his eyes, Schiller caught a familiar face.

The next second, his pupils shrank suddenly.

The next morning, Xu Shangqi woke up from his sleep. He rubbed his eyes hard, stretched, yawned, and then found that the doctor from yesterday pushed the door in again.

But the difference is that he is holding a familiar lunch box in his hand, which looks like the breakfast ordered from Chinatown. Schiller sat next to Xu Shangqi again, looked at him with a smile and said: "You fell asleep yesterday, and there are still many things I haven't asked. We can talk about it again today."

Xu Shangqi stared at the fragrant lunch box, swallowed his saliva, and said reluctantly: "I have told you so much, but you haven't told me your story yet."

Schiller lowered his eyes and said: "There is nothing to tell about my story. I am an orphan, without parents or family. I was alone when I came here, and I had nothing to worry about."

Sure enough, Xu Shangqi showed a sympathetic expression after hearing this, but soon he became a little depressed, and the action of opening the lunch box became a little slow. 曞

"My mother and my brother and sister must be heartbroken." Xu Shangqi pursed his lips tightly and said, "My mother called me a few days ago and told me not to go out to work during the summer vacation and to go back early. If she knew..."

Xu Shangqi's eyes were getting redder and redder, but Schiller opened the lid of the lunch box as if unintentionally, put the fragrant food in front of him, and asked, "I haven't heard you talk about your father. Are you from a single-parent family?"

Xu Shangqi nodded absent-mindedly and said, "When I was just born, my father ran away due to gambling debts. My mother and my brother and sister raised me."

"Great mother, what does she do?"

"Nurse, she is a nurse."

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