Chapter 1414: Return of the Old Days (Thirteen)

In the Zen room of Kamar-Taj, the serious atmosphere of the conversation was finally broken. Strange closed the black notebook and put it between the two of them. Then he tapped the cover with his finger and asked, "Who do you think is explaining all this to us?"

"I know what you want to ask." Stark covered his mouth with a wine glass, leaned back in his chair and said, "All the chaos that happened before, the intruders at the Asgard Technology Expo, the sudden membership gifts, the Mandarin and his ten rings, the messy children, and more..."

"All the things happened without any signs before, and then suddenly broke out, beyond everyone's expectations. The motives, methods and gains of each thing were as messy as a ball of wool, so of course you would think of a name-Schiller."

Strange pursed his lips and did not respond, but he was actually saying that he did not need to respond, which was obvious.

In the entire universe, where is there a mess and where is there no mess, where is there something missing and where is there something extra, who killed who and who didn't kill who, who cooperated with who and who didn't cooperate with who, which family held a wedding and which family held a funeral, where to beat the gong and where to beat the drum, to get the answers to all these questions, you only need to do one thing - find Schiller.

This is not only the consensus of the people in the Glorious Alliance, but is also gradually developing into the consensus of all the superheroes on Earth. Even Matt has chosen to go to the clinic to find Schiller as soon as possible. Who else can you expect not to do so?

Seeing the determined expression on Strange's face, Stark showed a very complicated expression. Strange stared at Stark's face and narrowed his eyes. Before he asked, Stark took the initiative to say.

"I know you all suspect Schiller, but he has an alibi."

"Who?"

"Me."

With Stark's narration, time went back to about two weeks ago. Stark, who was staring at the instrument in the laboratory, suddenly felt his mind move, and the voice of another soul appeared in his mind, but he was already very familiar with it.

"Nar disappeared."

That was Batman's voice. Stark paused slightly with his pen in hand, turned the pen in his hand, and said, "It doesn't matter. Anyway, we have basically completed our research on him, and he is useless."

After that, Stark stood up and pulled down the blinds by the window. After leaving Jarvis for so long, he finally had some self-care ability, at least he figured out how to pull down the blinds and how to close the blades.

"Who do you think did it?"

"Who else could have done it?"

Batman seemed a little silent, but after a while, he said, "The Schiller you know is different from the one I know."

"But they are essentially the same." Stark did not hesitate. He threw the pen in his hand back into the pen holder. He failed, but he didn't care about it anymore. Instead, he walked to the cabinet where the small instruments were placed, used the reflection of the glass door to tidy up his shirt, then walked to the door to pick up his coat and put on his coat.

"Are you going to go find him like this?"

"What else?"

Batman was silent again, as if he didn't know how to evaluate Stark's ability to act, but when Stark walked out the door, Batman said again: "Are you visiting him without a gift?"

"I'm just going to ask him about his plan, why should I bring a gift?" Stark's tone was full of confusion.

"Do you think if you rush over directly, he will tell you the truth?"

"If I don't rush over directly, he won't tell me the truth either."

Batman was silent again. Stark walked out, raised his hand and said, "Come on, don't beat around the bush. I spend at least $200 million on my mental health management every year. Pepper and Obadiah can testify. Isn't this better than politely handing over a bottle of red wine?"

Batman didn't speak, but he might feel that his attitude didn't agree. Stark got on the shuttle and said, "From your attitude, I can feel that the Schiller you met should be very different from the one I know. He probably pays a lot of attention to etiquette."

"For the Schiller I know, if I go to him with a bottle of red wine that is extremely expensive for anyone except me, he will definitely add a lot of money to my mental health management budget to treat my social dysfunction caused by anxiety disorder."

"Whatever you want." Batman could only say this.

The shuttle soon stopped at Arkham Sanatorium, but the receptionist at the front desk told Stark that Schiller was not there. Stark said smugly, "See, I knew he was studying Knull. Schiller would disappear for a few days, claiming to be on vacation, and then there would be a series of complicated and headache-inducing plans in front of us. I know him too well."

"Are you going to stop him?"

"Of course not. Most of his plans are beneficial, and he can always sort out many complicated things into one line after another, let them return to the same purpose, and then disperse them into many different small goals and complete them in one go."

"To be honest, this looks like a miracle to me, but it is not a bad thing for me, for humans, or for the nine kingdoms. It can be said to be of great benefit."

"But it is true that to some extent, I must stop him, because in the process of completing this plan, he is consuming himself uncontrollably. Before, I couldn't understand his series of complex plans, and I couldn't find the opportunity to intervene. I wanted to interfere with him but was afraid of messing everything up. Now it's very different."

Batman sent a positive thought to Stark's mind, and he said in a straightforward declarative tone: "If you catch a thread, I can crack everything."

"Thank you, man, if you weren't a rich man like me, I would definitely be willing to spend a lot of money to hire you as my staff." Stark whistled frivolously.

"It's better to keep it to pay for your mental health management fees."

Stark didn't care about Batman's unique dry humor at all.

The situation between the two of them is very strange. They should be the kind of people that both of them dislike the most. For Batman, Stark is too emotional and emotional. He always likes to add too much inspiration to rigorous calculations and inferences, and he recklessly lowers his work efficiency. He can't take care of himself, and his private life is relatively chaotic. He smokes, drinks, and goes to bars. He is a complete playboy.

For Stark, Batman is like an old-fashioned person. He must live a rigid life. He has no passion. He is too suspicious and pursues details. He thinks that the sparks of inspiration will only delay the efficiency of completing events. He pursues absolute rationality and always likes to tell cold jokes.

It is really difficult for these two people to get along, but the magical thing is that during the time they shared a body, they did not restrain their shortcomings, and even took the initiative to let them stand out.

Stark actually hasn't been drunk for a long time. That was just a manifestation of his anxiety attack and escape from reality. But recently, he likes to have a drink after the experiment, let the alcohol paralyze his brain, and to some extent, paralyze Batman's brain, or throw himself into the deafening dance floor and swing his body to his heart's content.

Batman's obsessive-compulsive disorder is getting worse and worse. Every pen and every piece of paper is placed in their designated positions. Different symbols on each page of the calendar point to different codes, and then to different actions. Remember every face they have seen, remember the smallest appearance and behavior details of each person, and store them in different categories. All the details of life are in order, day after day.

They experienced two completely different lives in one person's time, bohemian and old-fashioned, relaxed and rigorous, leisurely and nervous.

Iron Man and Batman are not completely free from the eyes of society. In the Justice League, Batman cannot let himself get drunk because he is everyone's hope. In the Avengers, Iron Man cannot be too nervous because that will make everyone nervous.

When they use their own bodies, they can do whatever they cannot do because of maintaining their image and identity or because of their personality. When they share a body, they can do it as much as they want.

Nervous people will feel relaxed, and casual people will feel rigorous, which will make up for their gaps in social identity and spiritual needs, making their mental state more stable and their behavior more sound.

Batman and Iron Man understand to some extent why Schiller cut himself into so many pieces. When you cut all the one-sided traits in your personality and let them dominate life in different time periods with their own strengths, you can adapt to society more perfectly and heal yourself internally.

Now Batman and Iron Man are exploring, assuming that they are two personalities of one person, how to allocate their strengths to better adapt to life, when inspiration is needed, it is Stark who comes, when inference is needed, it is Batman who comes, and there are more subtle things in life.

When they share a body, each other's thinking and soul fluctuations can be well felt, so that after they separate, they can learn from each other's way of dealing with problems in this time period, and relax when they should relax and be nervous when they should be nervous.

Batman and Iron Man have almost the same intelligence, so they don't have to worry about rusting their brains when the other takes over the body, or being trapped in intelligence and unable to take over the work of the previous person. Their thoughts are connected smoothly and quickly, and it's natural.

There is no such a wonderful opportunity in the world to let another you with the same wisdom and understanding ability, and complementary personality strengths and weaknesses, teach you how to make up for your shortcomings and develop your strengths in your mind. They all understand this, so they cherish this time.

"Are you really not going to prepare a gift?"

After Stark got back on the shuttle, Batman brought up the old things again. He rarely spoke to explain part of his thoughts: "If it weren't for Schiller, I wouldn't be here, and we wouldn't cooperate."

"You want to thank him with a gift? That's simply old-fashioned." Stark shook his head, spread his hands and said: "I will give him a big hug when I see him the first time. Isn't that enough?"

Batman fell into deep thought. He felt very absurd. Physical contact was not a thank you but torture for him. The thoughts of "what exactly is in the other person" and "what will be the consequences of hugging him" will continue to torture him for about a week.

"Okay, let me show you a demonstration." Stark moved his shoulders nonchalantly, watching the shuttle stop steadily at the door of the SHIELD Agent Training Academy. The front desk receptionist just told them that Schiller was taking a class here.

Stark raised his hand and glanced at his watch, and found that they came at the right time. Schiller should have just finished a class, so he tightened his coat, took off his sunglasses, and walked in with smooth and coherent strides.

Pushing the door of the classroom open, walking down the stairs with a brisk pace, not caring about the flow of students passing in the opposite direction, Stark shouted to Schiller, walked up to him and hugged him hard, and then said.

"I just went to the sanatorium to look for you, you were not there, they said you were taking a class here, how was the class?"

"Not bad, what's wrong?"

"Nothing, thank you."

"Oh, you're welcome, are you going to the cafeteria?"

"Let's go."

Batman felt that he still had a long way to go before he could behave properly.