Chapter 14: Sudden Change in Style
In this hellish place called Hell's Kitchen, there are countless thefts, but Schiller has never heard of any thief in Hell's Kitchen who would steal cakes. Not only cakes, but also coffee powder, soda crackers and jam that Schiller has ground.
Is this thief a reincarnation of a starving ghost? It's not enough to steal four pounds of cake a day, but he also has to match it with half a pound of soda crackers, two cans of coffee powder and three bottles of jam.
He is not afraid of eating himself to death, Schiller thought.
Of course, although the stolen things are not important, Schiller still has to catch this thief and find out how he stole the things.
Schiller made a trap, using the thief's favorite cake and a little bit of fear gas, and placed it in the warehouse in this house where he least often went, waiting for the thief to take the bait.
While waiting for the bait to take effect, Schiller wrote the story he would use to fool Gu Yi in a notebook.
Schiller did not instill the concept of the Yellow King into the Ancient One without any purpose. In the worldview of the Marvel Universe, there are countless cosmic demons, such as the Trinity Vishanti, and the Ancient One relied on his power.
The origin of Cthulhu in Marvel is relatively scattered. Some say it is the incarnation of nothingness, and some say it is the blood and tears of the universe. They are not a unified race, and they look basically weird.
The real Cthulhu literature is more systematic. Everything starts from the demon head Azathoth, but Schiller mentioned another system to the Ancient One, that is, a cursed script that Chambers had fictionalized in his short story - "The Yellow King".
The setting in this script is more illusory and romantic than the Cthulhu mythology. In the distant Hyades, on the Hali Lake in the ancient city of Carcosa, an ancient outer god, the Yellow King, is imprisoned. He witnessed the fall of two black suns. Later, he was set as the representative of "wind" among the Old Ones and became a mortal enemy of Cthulhu.
The most well-known is the unique mark of the King in Yellow, the Yellow Seal.
But in fact, none of this is important. What is important is that Schiller needs to have a reasonable identity to talk to the Ancient One.
He can talk to Stark as a psychologist, or he can play the role of Spider-Man's life mentor, or it doesn't matter if Daredevil treats him as a criminal.
But the Ancient One is different. If Schiller does not have a mysterious and powerful enough identity, then the powerful Supreme Sorcerer will not listen to him.
Since Schiller has read comics, he knows that there are also the Old Ones in the worldview of the Marvel Universe. Now he reminds the Ancient One, and if the Ancient One goes to verify, she will find that everything Schiller's Hastur said is true. There was a group of blind and foolish Old Ones imprisoned in an extra dimension, but no one knows whether they will return to Earth.
As long as the Ancient One has a little faith in the identity of the King in Yellow played by Schiller, Schiller can get a lot of information he wants from the Ancient One.
While waiting for the trap to catch the thief to take effect, Schiller intermittently completed the settings about the Hyades. After all, if he wanted to fool the Supreme Sorcerer, his identity and background had to be self-consistent.
And the thief didn't let Schiller wait too long.
On a dark and windy night, there was no gunfire in Hell's Kitchen. Schiller was lying in bed, half asleep and half awake, when he heard a loud noise coming from the warehouse downstairs.
He immediately woke up and knew that the trap he had set was effective. He really didn't expect that he could actually catch the thief with a piece of cake.
He tiptoed downstairs without turning on the lights, because if the other party had a gun and found him coming down, he would definitely aim at this side in advance. For his own safety, Schiller planned to use flash to teleport directly to the other side of the corridor when he walked to the other side of the corridor, so that he could catch the other party off guard.
Just when he was about to flash, he suddenly found that the door of the warehouse was open. Could it be that the thief was not controlled by the fear gas? He could even open the door and walk out by himself? This is a bit bad.
Schiller gave up the idea of flashing, because once he teleported, not only would the thief have to react for a while, but Schiller himself would also have about two seconds to adapt to the unfamiliar environment. This was the case every time he teleported.
He found that the thief didn't seem to notice him. He tiptoed along the wall and walked along the corridor. As a result, he found an extremely short, chubby figure, about the height of a person's calf, walking out of the door. He complained as he walked: "Damn it! Am I drunk? Why does this cake stink like a biogas tank?"
Schiller looked at the figure, hesitant to speak, then he turned around, touched the light switch, and turned on the light with a "click".
The chubby creature on the opposite side screamed, and instantly got on all fours and wanted to run. Schiller stretched out his right hand and used a telekinetic spell to grab the creature directly in his hand.
Schiller felt the furry touch in his hand with an ugly expression. In his hand, there was a yellow, round and fat Pikachu with two long ears and a lightning-shaped tail.
"Shit! Put me down! Don't touch me with your dirty hands! What's wrong with you?! How can you catch me? Let me go!"
Schiller's face was extremely ugly now. He had never dreamed that a yellow-haired electric rat would appear in such a serious and even slightly dark story.
Suddenly, he felt that Pikachu's scream sounded vaguely familiar. Wasn't this Deadpool's voice?
Schiller remembered with some horror that there was indeed a movie in Hollywood about Pikachu, which was "Detective Pikachu". The Pikachu in this movie did have the same voice as Deadpool.
Schiller took a deep breath, turned Pikachu around, and then grabbed its two short hands and said, "You stole my cake, soda crackers, coffee powder and jam?"
Pikachu's eyes rolled around, and its cute face showed a disgusted expression in a very human way, and said in the voice of Deadpool: "Hey, man, I don't know why your taste is so bad. The soda crackers you bought are butter-free and taste terrible. And the jam, how can you like strawberry jam? It's really not my taste. And, next time you cut the cake, can you not put the cake knife on the cake? Do you know that it is actually very dirty?"
Schiller held Pikachu in one hand and covered his eyes with the other hand. This was really a huge spiritual pollution for him. Facing Pikachu's complaints, he was really powerless to refute, because his taste was indeed different from that of real Americans.
"Listen, you thief, first of all, you stole my food again and again, and secondly, you don't feel any guilt at all, it seems that you are a habitual offender..."
"Come on." Pikachu waved his hand, it said: "Obviously you are not a normal person. No ordinary person can talk to a mouse calmly after seeing it speak."
Schiller pursed his lips and stared at Pikachu. It was mainly because of the appearance of Pikachu that brought him a huge impact on his worldview.
You know, he just talked about his ideal life with Batman in Gotham, where the style is extremely dark, and in a blink of an eye, this yellow mouse with a Deadpool flavor appeared in front of him. How could Schiller not have a brain short circuit?
Next, does he have to go to the surrounding bushes to stroll around? After collecting all the Pokémon partners, go to challenge various gyms?
This style is completely wrong, okay? ! !
More importantly, although this yellow electric mouse is only as tall as a human calf, it has a Deadpool mouth!
The most fatal part of Deadpool's body!
The good thing is that he didn't learn anything!
He took away the essence and took the dregs!
This reminded Schiller of the comics he read in his previous life, when Deadpool's words took up more than half of the comic pages. Now Deadpool's version of Pikachu, Deadpool, and Spider-Man are all together...
Schiller felt that if he lived in a comic, he would probably be blocked so that he couldn't even see his face.
And he remembered that in the Hollywood version of "Detective Pikachu", the setting of Pikachu was actually the setting in the Japanese game of the same name. The Pikachu here is not a cute creature that can only say Pika Pika, but a detective with an uncle's voice. Judging from Pikachu's reaction just now, he is indeed very intelligent and is definitely not just a simple pet.
After a while, Schiller and Pikachu sat face to face on the sofa. Pikachu held a cup of coffee in his short hand and said, "In fact, I have no memory. I only remember that after a flash, I fell into a garbage truck and climbed out with great effort. I was so hungry that I walked for a long time, but all the doors on the street were closed and no one could get in. Only here, the back door of your warehouse seemed not to be closed tightly. After I came in, I found the refrigerator along the corridor... Of course, it was indeed my fault for stealing, but I was really hungry. If possible, I would pay you for the cake when I made money." Schiller encouraged him. Then he said, "I have to say that as a mouse, your ideological awareness is really terrifying. If all the mice in the world can be as polite as you, then humans will not have to invent so many rodenticides."
"So what you put next to the cake today is rodenticide? That's too smelly. To be honest, the smell almost killed me."
"Actually, it's not rodenticide. It's actually more terrible than rodenticide... Forget it, you're just a mouse anyway."
Schiller put down the coffee cup, stared at Pikachu curiously and said:
"So, do you know that?"
"What? What can I do?" Pikachu looked at him puzzledly.
Schiller looked at the cute yellow face with a very human expression, and his heart was filled with mixed feelings. He said, "That's it..."
"What are you talking about?"
"Okay, Pikachu, listen, you said you want to make money to compensate for the food you stole, but I don't think anyone else would accept a yellow mouse that can speak human language to work for you, so if you want to compensate for my losses, you can only stay and work for me, and if you want to get a job opportunity, you have to show your boss what you have, right?"
"Oh, I see. You mean discharge? This is my specialty. With me, you can pay at least half less electricity bills a month. But I was too hungry before and I haven't recovered yet, so I probably can't discharge 100,000 volts, but it's no problem to charge your phone..."
As he said that, he landed on his four short legs and ran to the table. He jumped on the table, took out Schiller's charging phone, and then ran back to the sofa with the phone in his arms to show it to Schiller.
Pikachu stretched out his lightning-shaped tail, and his whole body flashed with electricity. Schiller's phone screen lit up, showing that it was charging, but the speed was not fast.
Pikachu seemed to show his ability. He hugged the phone tightly, swung his tail hard again, and then stretched it hard. The electric light on his body made a buzzing sound. The speed of charging the phone became very fast, and it charged 10% of the power in almost one second. Just before Schiller stopped it, the phone made a loud "bang!!" sound.
Pikachu's yellow fur was blown black, and it blew out a puff of black smoke from its mouth. Then it looked down helplessly at the exploded mobile phone in its arms and said, "It seems that you can only allow me to work here, otherwise I am afraid I can't afford the compensation in this life."
Schiller covered his forehead and said, "Your performance is really wonderful and surprised me. I really can't imagine that there is such a good charging socket in the world."
Pikachu heard his sarcasm and was about to speak, but Schiller said, "Okay, but this is not what I want to see."
"Then what do you want to see? What other talents do I have? Why don't I know it myself..."
"Of course you know, it's that..."
Schiller stared at Pikachu with his eyes, and Pikachu suddenly showed a complicated look, as if he had eaten shit.
Unwillingly, it turned around under Schiller's gaze, then jumped on the back of the sofa and made a loud sound--
"PIKA-PIKA!!!!"
Schiller was satisfied.