Chapter 386 Schiller Is Ill (Part 2)

At sunset, the coastline of New York was covered by the glow of the setting sun, as if a heavy snow of gold foil had fallen last night. Not far from the coast, a cruise ship was slowly setting sail.

From the outside, it can be seen that this is a luxury cruise ship. After the light gradually dimmed, the cabin lit up with brilliant light, and the people who went out to sea on the yacht quietly admired the coming night.

On the terrace of a restaurant in a prime position on the second deck, two figures in suits were sitting at the edge of the table. Grant was absent-mindedly fiddling with the food on the plate. Schiller had finished his meal and was leaning back in his chair, enjoying the sea breeze and watching the sunset.

After a while, he stood up, and Grant said nothing and followed him. Schiller walked quickly through the restaurant and walked through the dance floor where people came and went, passing through the gentlemen and ladies in fluttering sleeves and the hazy lights reflected by exquisite glassware.

He came to the corridor of the cruise cabin, stood in front of a door, and knocked on it. Schiller's voice and the sound of the door opening sounded at the same time. He said: "The moment you saw me, you would think that you were discovered by SHIELD, but on the contrary, Nick traced you, but I concealed the past for you, Alexander Pierce."

An old man with half white hair appeared behind the door. He was stunned for a moment after hearing Schiller's words, but when he saw Grant Ward standing outside the door and the gun he had in his hand, he knew he had no choice.

In an instant, Pierce seemed to have aged several years, and no longer had the high-spirited look on his seat at the Security Council. He slowly stepped back a few steps and let Schiller come in.

Schiller raised his head and looked around the room. He said, "I know you're going to tell me something like 'the most dangerous place is the safest place', but in fact you don't want to suffer in those dark and damp underground fortresses, and you portray the fact of taking risks to hide in the cruise ship as your foresight and foresight."

"You know that you used to do this kind of thing with a fluke mentality. Every time you survived, you would warn yourself that you must change a way next time, but after so many years, you still only know this trick. Pierce, you and I know why you can live to this day."

Pierce's face became extremely ugly. He had never heard such sharp words that pierced his heart in his life. Agents like to be straightforward and don't like to waste time, but they don't like to pry into other people's hearts, and rarely bring up this topic in conversation.

But the psychologist in front of him didn't seem to have such scruples, which just showed that he was not a good person.

Pierce quickly adjusted his state. He knew that a fierce battle was waiting for him. Schiller shot him without opening the door, which meant that the two of them still had a lot to talk about.

In the same night, Stark took off his mecha and was reading a book in front of the laboratory table. He rubbed his philtrum with his fingers, shook his head and said, "If I hadn't memorized those messy game theories overnight, I might not have the patience to sit here and read these books about mental illness and psychology."

"Sir, I suggest you don't get too involved in reading. People often like to bring cases in psychology and psychiatry into themselves, which may affect your mood."

"It seems that your current level is much better than mine, but I want to say that I will catch up with you soon, Jarvis." Stark didn't take it seriously at all.

"Originally I have no interest in this kind of thing, but Schiller's performance today makes me very suspicious. Just like your conclusion, he seems to be a completely different person. This does not seem to be explained by multiple personalities, and you said that there is nothing wrong with his body. The veins and nerve structures are completely consistent in the scan."

"If he is really sick, then I will find a way to cure his disease. If he was replaced by Hydra, then I will expose this conspiracy and rescue him. Just think about how wonderful his expression will be, haha!"

Stark laughed twice and continued to read the book, but as he read, his face became a little wrong. He pinched the pages between two fingers and turned them back and forth, and asked hesitantly: "Jarvis, have you learned the part about anxiety?"

"Yes, I have more detailed information here "I have detailed information. Do you want to hear it?"

"No, no." Stark replied immediately. He bit the inside of his lower lip, shook his neck slightly, straightened his spine, and then said faster: "I'm fine now. If you had learned this earlier, maybe I wouldn't have been blackmailed by that vampire doctor."

Jarvis was silent and didn't speak. Stark tried to divert his attention back and continued reading. But as he read, he asked again: "What disease is this? Narcissistic personality disorder? Is narcissism also a disease?"

"Malignant narcissism may lead to violent behavior, which means being extremely self-centered and hurting others..."

Stark was silent for a while and said: "Do you think I'm narcissistic?"

"I can't answer this question."

"Okay, I know, you don't need to say it." Stark put his elbows on the table, put his fingers on his forehead and said, "I admit that I have a little, but it shouldn't be to the extent of being malignant, right?"

Then he continued to read on, and after a while he said, "Bipolar disorder? How can this be a bit..."

Stark shook his head and sighed while flipping down, and after a while he said:

"Post-traumatic stress disorder... Do you know? These manifestations written here..."

Stark pointed at a few lines of text in the book with his fingertips and said, "Post-traumatic re-experience, increased vigilance, avoidance, etc., which reminds me of a person..."

Stark was silent again. Within two minutes, he closed the book with a "snap", then leaned back on the chair and raised his head, saying, "Jarvis, you are right, I shouldn't read these at night."

Suddenly, he sat up again, then opened the book again, turned out the first few pages, and plunged into the ocean of knowledge until dawn.

The next morning, as soon as Steve walked into the cafeteria of SHIELD, he saw Stark peeking behind the buffet counter. He walked over and patted Stark, asking him, "What's wrong with you?"

Stark rolled his eyelids, looked him up and down, and said, "Nothing, I'm waiting for you."

"Wait for me, what for?"

"Have you forgotten? We still have something very important to talk about, which is about your good friend..."

Steve turned around to get the plate and did not respond to this topic. Stark narrowed his eyes and said, "Even if he was brainwashed by Hydra, it cannot erase the fact that he once hurt innocent people."

"But he saved more people. He was once a brave warrior, but he encountered an accident..." Steve picked bread with a food clip, and Stark stood in the cafeteria. On the other side of the dining table, he whispered while pressing the earphone on his ear: "Jarvis, did you see that? He just picked up the same piece of bread and put it down three times."

"But what if, among these innocent people he killed, there was another friend of yours?"

"Impossible." Steve subconsciously denied it, but Stark continued: "Is it impossible, or do you not want to imagine it?"

"Let's not talk about this." Steve turned around to put the food clip away, and he said very quickly: "It's not appropriate to talk about this topic during a meal, let's sit over there."

Stark was surprised to find that when he talked about this issue again, he was looking at Steve's reaction from a more objective or scrutinizing perspective, and he found more clues from it, which were details he had never noticed before.

The two walked to the dining table and sat down. In the past, Captain America would be the more talkative one, but today the situation seemed to be reversed. Stark took the initiative to ask: "How did you meet him? Did you two join the army together?"

If it were in the past, Steve would be excited to talk about the story of how he was almost eliminated when he joined the army, but was lucky enough to be selected. He told Peter about this countless times, and he was excited every time he talked about it.

But this time, Steve just lowered his head and took a bite of the sandwich. When the lettuce leaves inside fell, he subconsciously wanted to bite it with his mouth, but suddenly stopped his action, as if he felt that this was a bit undignified.

Stark had been watching his movements. He found that Steve was now in an anxious defensive posture, clamping his arms, propping his elbows on the table, and using his arms to block in front of him. Although he was holding a sandwich in his hand, he could see from the tight muscles in his arms that he was feeling nervous now.

Stark rarely saw Steve in this state. Captain America always seemed to be sunny, confident, and talkative. He could talk about anything, and he was humorous and friendly.

But now, he was in a state that Stark was very familiar with, because he was also like this when he had an anxiety attack.

He thought carefully, it was not the first time he saw Steve in this state, but before, he ignored all these details.

Then, Stark connected it to himself. Was he also like this when he faced the psychologist? Almost all the symptoms were written on his face? "

Suddenly, he felt like he didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He seemed to understand the absurd and helpless feeling that Schiller had when he first asked him if he could read minds.

Stark suddenly realized that if he said the words that were lingering in his mouth, it would stimulate Steve and make him fall into more extreme anxiety, just like a sword piercing his soft spot.

This actually made him feel more painful than hundreds of missile bombardments, but Stark didn't say anything in the end.

He changed the subject and said, "Let's talk about the work of the Avengers. How are we going to target Hydra next?"

Steve took a big bite of the sandwich, chewed it hard, and then swallowed it. It was as if he didn't know what to do now, so he put all his energy into a very simple thing to make himself look like he had something to do.

"You said before that the assassination of the important person might be related to Hydra?" Steve asked.

"Yes, I don't think it's such a coincidence that so many assassinations happened just when we were dealing a heavy blow to Hydra."

"Then let's start from here. As long as it's a murder, there will be traces left. If we find out who the murderer is, we may be able to find out the reasons for the changes in Hydra."

Stark found that after coming to the field he was more proficient in, Steve's nervous state eased a little. He put his elbows wider, held the sandwich lower, and then showed his face.

He suddenly remembered Schiller talking to him about mechas. Stark had a wonderful feeling, as if it was at that moment, just like this moment.

"One more thing, do you remember what you told me before? If you find that a person suddenly becomes a little strange, you can't rule out the possibility that he has been replaced by Hydra."

"Yesterday, I used Jarvis to analyze Schiller's behavioral logic. Jarvis's data told me that the overlap rate between him and the Schiller we knew before is very low."

Steve shook his head, which was beyond Stark's expectations. Then he heard Steve say: "If he was really replaced, the overlap rate could not be so low. He must have disguised himself to be very similar to the original Dr. Schiller, but there are some clues that are different."

"And it is impossible that the whole person is like a different person. Doesn't that tell us that he has been replaced?"

"What if they predict our prediction?"

"Then Hydra has already ruled the world."

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Psychopaths can say whatever they want