Chapter 1032 Shocking the Ordinary People (IX)

"We need to analyze this matter in two parts..." Schiller placed two beer cans on both sides of the table.

"The last era and this era, your personality and your mission." Schiller planned to finish the ice beer first, so he put the liquor aside, sorted out his thoughts, and then said:

"You are a person from the last era, right?"

Steve nodded with his head down, raised his head and took two sips of wine. Schiller dipped his fingertips in the spilled wine and drew a pattern on the table, then said: "So now, we need to determine whether you are more in line with your personality or your mission?"

Schiller's body language has obviously increased. When expressing the two parts, his hands kept waving in the air, but this made it easier for Steve to understand. He asked: "Are you asking if I feel like Steve, or if I feel like I am Captain America?"

Schiller also nodded, and Steve looked forward a little dazedly, as if the alcohol interfered with his thinking. After a while, he said: "For a long time, people called me Captain America, and I also felt that I was Captain America, so at that time, I was Captain America."

"But after I woke up, I felt that I was Steve again. I don't know what happened to me. Maybe I have split personality."

"No, you don't. You have to listen to a professional psychologist..." Schiller repeated again, and he said: "You don't have dissociative identity disorder, which is very normal..."

"Part of human cognition of himself comes from the society's need for him." Schiller first proposed a theory, and fearing that Steve would not understand, he continued:

"Society needs Captain America more. The identity of Captain America can make you feel needed and prove your own value, so you will feel that you are Captain America."

"At that time, the United States needed to recruit soldiers, and recruiting soldiers required propaganda figures. You knew that this was a contribution to the country, so you were willing to be Captain America."

"But after you woke up, Captain America was already dead. No one would have any expectations of him, and no one needed you. Since you couldn't be Captain America, you naturally had to be Steve."

Schiller took two sips of beer, threw the empty beer can aside, and took the bottle of liquor that Steve had opened before, and said with his head down: "It seems that you are more inclined to Captain America, but this may also be the product of social and environmental domestication."

"Let's not talk about the cause, just look at the result. Being Steve is just a forced choice for you to be Captain America. In your heart, you still want to be Captain America."

"It's just that now, after all, it's a peaceful time, and occasionally popping out A few bad guys come, their abilities are not matched with yours, and it is easy to solve them. It is not easy to get a Hydra for you to fight, and they have not been causing trouble recently, so you don’t feel that you are needed. "

"Without this imminent sense of mission, you will start to have wild thoughts, thinking about philosophy and the meaning of life. This is the root of your anxiety. You hope that you are needed. "

Steve was silent for a while, but still nodded and said: "Am I like a warmongerer? A violent maniac, looking forward to war every day..."

Schiller shook his head vigorously and said: "I have said, don't define yourself easily, you should listen to professional psychologists..."

"The highest need of a person is to realize self-worth. This is a normal emotion that everyone has. Look at Spiderman, why did he change from a street hero to a scientific researcher? It is because he is more needed in the laboratory. "

"Although the work in the laboratory is more tiring and more complicated, and scientific research is also very boring, there is no fun at all, and it is not as interesting as wandering around New York, but he is willing to do it because he is needed. ”

“This desire to be needed and to reflect one’s self-worth can often even overwhelm reason. For example, even though you know that this job is hard and unprofitable, you will continue to do it because the project will not continue without you.”

“If you regard Captain America as a project, you are indeed the core of this project. Without Captain America, all their publicity plans will become a bubble.”

Schiller took two more sips of wine, and his speech became even more unclear, but his thoughts were far away and his will was very clear. In other words, the analysis of a psychologist has become his instinct. Even when his brain is paralyzed by alcohol, he can still point out the problem directly.

“The cause of your illness is that you have fallen from an environment where you are highly needed to an environment where you are not needed at all. The gap in the degree of self-worth realization makes you feel very sad. "

Schiller took a deep breath, tried to open his eyes, and then said: "Let's go back to what we said before, the two-part question..."

"You are the Captain America of the last era, the Steve of this era. From your previous attitude, it can be seen that you still like the identity of the Captain America of the last era, and feel confused about the identity of the Steve of this era. "

"You have always been very nervous, wanting to restore the identity of Captain America in the last era, that is, the perfect man in the golden age, knowing everything and being in control of everything... You dream of this state."

"But the reality is that part of it is because you are unwilling to adapt to the current impetuous era, and part of it is because the times are indeed developing too fast and gradually out of your control."

"I guess you will feel anxious and stimulated to lose control because of Spider-Man's suit. In fact, it is not only because the scene of his death left a shadow in your heart, but also because of the attitude of the public towards several generations of Spider-Man."

"In your opinion, it is absurd and ridiculous to praise the first generation Spider-Man who has died and belittle the second and third generations of Spider-Man. It is even more incredible that a hero who saves people is still reviled by the whole people."

"You know the truth of this matter, that is, the first generation Spider-Man and the third generation Spider-Man are actually the same person, which makes you feel absurd for their completely different treatment."

"A person who has now been blown up "For a while, his reputation even surpassed Iron Man and Captain America. The other one is now at the center of public opinion. Everyone is spitting on him, saying that he is a rich second-generation who doesn't know what he is..."

"But they are obviously both Peter Parker. You know this, which further proves the prejudice in your heart, that is, people of this era are far inferior to those of the previous era. They are all a group of hypocritical and impetuous young men..."

"Such prejudices are constantly strengthened, which gives you more reasons to escape the lifestyle of this era. Anyway, they are all a group of bad people. Why should I learn their lifestyle? Why should I integrate into their society?"

"The more you look down on people of this era, the more you want to work hard to prove that the spiritual banner of the previous era is a perfect person, so the more you dare not make mistakes, the more nervous and anxious you are..."

"So, the most professional psychologist, what do you think?" Steve burped again and leaned back on the sofa, revealing his chest and neck that he had been covering up. Obviously, he was a little drunk.

However, to Steve's surprise, Schiller did not speak at length, but remained silent until Steve called him: "Schiller? ... Schiller?"

Schiller seemed to wake up suddenly. After a while, he closed his eyes and shook his head, then said: "What do you think I can do? If I had a way, would I still be an American psychiatrist now?"

Hearing this, Steve suddenly remembered Schiller's identity in a daze. He was also a former Soviet remnant.

"Oh, yes, I forgot, you are a Soviet." Steve leaned to one side, curled up on the edge of the sofa, and drank two more sips of wine, completely ignoring the spilled wine soaking his shirt.

"Well, the Soviet Union won this time." Steve covered his eyes and said, "After such a long time, we meet again. You are the doctor and I am the patient."

"Wasn't it like this before?" Schiller leaned forward, stared at Steve, and said vaguely, "Only the Soviet Union can cure the hypocrisy, exaggeration, and lack of practical work of the United States..."

Steve suddenly laughed, and the wine that he had not completely swallowed made him cough. He leaned forward again, nodded continuously and said, "Yes... yes... It has always been like this. We... We are doctors and patients to each other... "

"Steve, listen..." Schiller stretched out a hand, Steve focused his eyes on his hand, Schiller shook a finger, like those drunk people who started to brag, and said:

"I deceived the military, threatened Congress, and even blew up a lot of important people. They were all fooled by me..."

"I am a liar, a bad guy, and I have no moral bottom line. If I want to do something, no one can stop me..."

"But...but..." Schiller took another sip of wine, as if trying to stay conscious, he said: "After my unscrupulous practice I learned that... the last era can't come back, don't dream, Captain America, the red giant can't come back, and the golden lighthouse can't come back..."

"So, I'm still lucky?" Steve coughed twice, and then said: "The American spirit is gone, the golden age is gone, but at least, the country is still there..."

"That's it... That's it... You American, are you satisfied?" Schiller slammed the bottle heavily on the table, and then said: "I can never go back to my country again, never go back... Forever... Forever..."

"She's still there, but she's not the same one, they are different..." Schiller kept mumbling incoherently, and Steve was also sad about the deep sadness in his tone and emotions, so he stretched out his hand with some trembling, pressed Schiller's shoulder and said:

"You can stay here, this is also your home, because here are your friends, we are all your friends..." Steve covered his chest and retched, then wiped his mouth and said:

"History will remember everything your country has done, and your friends will remember everything you have done..."

"You should say this to yourself." Schiller looked at Steve's eyes with a somewhat straight look and said, "If you can comfort yourself in this way, you don't need a professional psychologist like me..."

"I found out that you really care about whether you are professional or not..." Steve began to giggle. His low laughter echoed in the room, and the air kept vibrating. He laughed and said, "You are so drunk, and you still emphasize that you are a professional psychologist..."

"I'm not drunk." Schiller shook his head vigorously and muttered, "I can write you a pathological analysis now, with rigorous wording, beautiful sentences, and even the punctuation marks will not be wrong..."

Steve laughed even harder, and the anxiety and depression, along with the chaos and madness brought by alcohol, completely dissipated.

The two sat on both sides of the table, like a doctor and a patient across the table, comrades and friends who spoke freely and without scruples, and also like the last era of waving and greeting each other across the Pacific Ocean.

Steve covered his face and laughed uncontrollably. After a while, he recovered and said, "You know what? You and Howard are really alike."

"After he got drunk, he wrote me a 20,000-word article on the anti-gravity of the car hub transmission system... something possible research, and then pulled me to listen to his paper report, and blamed me for not asking him questions..."

"Then he is too unprofessional. Does he still think he is a college student?" Schiller also started laughing, and then said, "I have always been the only one who picks on other people's problems. There is no one in this world... more professional than me..."

The bottle in Schiller's hand loosened, and he leaned on the side of the sofa, as if he was drunk.

Steve saw that he was completely drunk, took a few deep breaths, and made his modified heart beat faster. After speeding up blood circulation, the alcohol will be metabolized faster.

After regaining some consciousness, Steve helped Schiller up. This time, he was sure that Schiller was really drunk, because drunk people are different from ordinary sleeping people. When drunk people are helped up, they are very heavy.

The next morning, when Schiller woke up from the bed, he covered his head that seemed to be splitting, and said to Gray Mist: "I asked you not to filter the alcohol, but you can't let the hangover feel so real, right?"

Gray Mist hummed twice in grievance. Just as he was about to explain, Schiller heard the phone on the bedside ring. He endured the discomfort, picked up the phone, and said: "Hello?... What did you say? Stark's anxiety disorder recurred, what's wrong with him?"

"Fought with Peter?? How could the two of them quarrel???... It seems that things are very complicated. Okay, I'll go over right away."

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