Chapter 254 I, the Clown (Part 2)

"What do you think?" Schiller asked standing at the table.

"What do you mean?" Schiller took a sip of wine, then put the glass on the table, making a crisp sound, looked up at the other self at the table and said: "That guy wanted to run away again, but was fooled by this?"

"This is quite funny..." Schiller took a few steps back, leaned against the wall with his arms, and said: "But I am more curious about why he climbed up tirelessly just to go out and play?"

Schiller, who was sitting on the chair, did not move, but stood up.

The light focused on the wine glass, and a bubble that had just emerged from the bottom of the transparent glass floated up, and just as it floated to the surface of the water, it was frozen and turned into a solidified pearl.

As he took a step forward, the clown maintained a solidified posture and retreated with the chair. The table was pulled out to the left, and the cabinet slid to the right. The whole room was like the construction process was reversed, everything was pulled out, and only a white space was left.

Then, Schiller looked up and a light came on. The black floor spread out from under his feet. In a trance, he looked under the railing of the deep well. Schiller, who was originally standing next to him, had walked to the lower floors.

"Do you know where I'm going?" Schiller asked.

"Aren't you planning to borrow the elevator from the 300th floor first?"

"You guessed it. You know me well enough."

"Thank you. We are one person."

Schiller quickened his pace and walked down shoulder to shoulder with his other self. The two held the handrails and walked slowly down the spiral staircase together. The other Schiller said as he walked: "To be honest, when can we switch places? I also want to stay in DC for two days."

"Do you think this is a trip? Putting aside other things, are you sure your mental stability can handle these patients here?"

"Do you think this is you facing Peter Parker at Marvel? This is the first time I've seen someone complain that the job is too easy."

Schiller shrugged and said: "Don't say that. There are also many headaches over there. Don't forget that the family affairs of Asgard are far from over."

After walking down for a long time, Schiller turned right. There was only a corridor in front of him. There was only one room on the corridor. Schiller After walking over and knocking on the door, his own voice came from inside: "Come in."

The two Schillers walked in one after another, and then saw another self buried in a pile of documents. When the other Schiller saw someone coming, he put a pile of documents aside and said to the two of them: "Why did you two come here together? Don't tell me there are things to deal with."

"No, no, I just want to borrow the elevator for a while."

Schiller covered his forehead and said helplessly: "What's wrong with you recently? Why do you like to take the elevator?"

Then he complained: "Everyone knows that I am very busy, and everyone comes to bother me. When I saw you two come in, I almost suffocated."

"Who made you the 'self'? At the same time, you are also the butler and gatekeeper of the Hall of Thought..."

"You are also the elevator manager." Schiller said unhappily, and then he waved his hand, and the two came to a somewhat small room, where a little boy was holding a ball of gray slime and rubbing it.

One of the Schillers walked up, squatted down, rubbed the boy's head, and asked him: "Do you know where the green-haired one went?"

The little boy shook his head silently, but the gray slime in his arms made a "gurgling" sound. Schiller held the soft slime over, touched the place where he thought it was his head, and asked: "Gray Mist, did you see it?"

The gray slime chirped twice, and Schiller held him with both hands and moved him away a little, and said in confusion: "What's wrong? You have been playing with the "self" for a long time, and you can't even speak?"

The gray slime was stunned for a moment and said: "Oh, I can speak... He seems to have gone to the lower level, and he brought another green-haired person with him."

Schiller stuffed Gray Mist into the little boy's arms, then touched his head, stood up and said to the other self: "It seems that he was determined to run out, but unfortunately he didn't succeed."

"Take the elevator or take the stairs?"

"Of course take the stairs, The busy man is almost annoying us. "

Just when they went out and returned to the spiral staircase, a figure wearing a long windbreaker and holding an umbrella came up. He looked up and saw two of himself walking down and said, "How did you get here? Or did you come together?"

"I have to ask you, how did you get that guy in? And almost let him into the room?"

The green-haired Schiller sighed and said, "If he moved in, I could go out and play, but unfortunately it didn't work. He made a Bruce the Clown, fought with me with my memory, and then ran away..."

One Schiller looked at the other Schiller and said, "He always wanted to run away like this?"

"That's right, don't you know? ... Oh, yes, you were born later than me, so you don't know."

"When I first came to this world, the 'superego' created me, but when I went out at night for the first time, I became this guy..."

"Then he had to create another one, which is me now, but this guy didn't live in the house and ran away every few days..."

"There were several times when he deliberately attracted the attention of Bruce, and the situation was not better until I returned to my position."

"I don't really understand you DC people." Another Schiller shook his head.

"Are you done? Don't block me after you finish, I have to go up." said the green-haired Schiller.

"What are you doing? The person you want to cheat has already left. Do you still want to chase him out?"

The green-haired Schiller said impatiently: "You don't think you can deal with the madman outside by yourself? The 'superego' asked me to go up and communicate with him..."

The two Schillers standing on the upper steps looked at each other, and one of them asked the other: "You shouldn't cheat here, right?"

"Theoretically, it's true, but this guy is crazy, and I don't know what's wrong with him."

At this time, a voice sounded on the spiral staircase: "I asked him to go, stop chatting, the wine is almost finished."

"The wine is almost finished." Schiller shook the bottle and poured the last bit of the wine in the bottle into his glass. Jack on the opposite side tutted his lips in dissatisfaction and said: "I bought this wine, and the last bit should be left for me."

"Don't come on, the disgusting thing you just made has messed up the floor where I live. A Bruce Wayne with clown makeup... It's disgusting." Schiller said with disdain.

Jack said dissatisfiedly: "Didn't you create such a concept in order to arouse my fear?

"You want to trick me into entering your mind palace and then go to jail for you, humph..." Jack sneered twice.

"And..." Jack pouted and said with a disdainful look: "You can't control his mind palace."

Schiller on the opposite side showed a fake smile and said: "How about you, come and try?"

Jack's expression stiffened for a moment, and said: "No, I just went in to visit..."

After that, he looked at his wine glass and said with a smile: "Build more than 330 floors in your own mind palace, and then divide each floor into different star ratings, ratings, membership levels, and graded permissions, and set up thousands of traps on each step of each floor..."

"He said he was an ordinary person, hahahahahaha, this is the funniest joke I have heard recently..."

Schiller sighed and said: "Can you imagine how I climbed to more than 190 floors? If the elevator manager hadn't opened a back door for me, I'd still be struggling to climb the stairs..."

"Let's not talk about this. Do you know where the other me is?" Jack asked him.

"How do I know? I thought it was Evans, but Batman didn't choose him, so it seems he's not. The remaining one can't really be in Batman, right?"

Jack's expression suddenly darkened. He said, "It's better not to be, otherwise I'll tie Bats here, open his brain, and pull out that damn guy..."

"I haven't checked the one who fell into the chemical pool and the one in the circus, but it's probably one of these two situations. If you find him, what are you going to do? Kill him?"

Jack stared into Schiller's eyes and said, "If your situation wasn't so troublesome, I would have killed you a long time ago."

"No need." Schiller concluded, "If you don't kill me, I can't do anything. I still have more than 100 floors to climb and more than 200,000 stairs to walk. By the time I reach the day of consciousness, Batman may be old and dead. "

"But I may not be the worst..." Schiller said with some gloating: "Tell me, what would happen if there was really an unlucky person born in Batman's place?"

Jack's mouth corners slowly turned down, but Schiller smiled and said: "Why are you so serious?"

"There is another you, merged with the person you love most, why don't you feel happy? After all, that is also you."

Jack said very unhappily: "Merge with the bat? Don't joke, people who dress up as bats are perverts!"

"Okay, I'm going back to climb the stairs, you wish yourself good luck, to be honest, my house is really big, don't you plan to live here for a while?"

Jack rolled his eyelids, drank the last sip of wine in the glass, and said nothing.

Schiller leaned back in his chair, turned his head to look at the other Schiller who was looking at him with his arms folded, and waved his hand and said: "I think I can still go to work for a while, what do you think? "

"Super I told you to go back, otherwise you will be kicked back to the next floor by him."

"Okay, it's really troublesome, see you later."

Schiller moved his chair forward, looked at the completely empty bottle, and said to Jack: "Thank you for treating me to a drink, but I still have to say that this low-quality wine you bought is really hard to drink."

Jack covered half of his face with one hand, and showed a slightly crazy smile on the other half of his face, and said: "What did you add to the wine?"

"What?"

"Don't play dumb... I feel like every brain cell in my body is boiling, don't you?"

Schiller paused for a moment, then said, "Okay, but that's not poison, on the contrary, it's also wine..."

Schiller took out a small bottle and placed it in the middle of the table. Jack and Schiller's eyes were focused on the small bottle, then Schiller reached out and pushed the bottle towards Jack, then said, "... and it's the best wine in the world."