Chapter 1597: The Sun Chaser (38)

Schiller looked at Charles' wrinkled eyes, and he suddenly realized that the blue eyes attracted him the most when he just glimpsed Professor X's young body.

Many people always feel that some memories are like a lifetime ago at a certain moment in their lives, but they are easily recalled by some small details. Somehow, Schiller and Charles have come to the door of the room together.

Schiller, who was slightly awake, pushed open the door, and Charles followed him in. The two sat down at the table. Schiller's eyes followed Charles' eyes. Charles didn't know what he was looking at, but he always felt that Schiller saw other people through him.

"You are really a good doctor, Professor Charles." Schiller sat on the chair, lowered his eyes and nodded, saying, "I really didn't grow up in an ordinary family environment."

"Talk to me about this part." Charles took out a pen and paper from under the table, which meant that he was going to write down what Schiller said.

Schiller put his hands on the table, his fingers entangled together, and his posture seemed a little nervous. Before Charles could comfort him and let him relax a little, Schiller spoke.

"I hope you just listen to this as a story, because it does not fit the current era, and you will not find any realistic basis from this story. None of this has ever happened in this universe."

"Of course, I understand that you don't have to feel pressured. Although I say this, you may not completely trust me, but when you think that confiding in me may affect your real life, think about who I am, what I can do, and if I really want to hurt you by your past, there is no need to sit here and ask you."

Schiller opened his eyes slightly. It was the first time he heard a psychiatrist say this to others, but he had to admit that this trick was really useful. The person in front of him was Professor X.

It can be said that Professor X is the doctor in the world who will not bring psychological pressure to patients, because all patients know that Charles could have read your mind directly, but he still sat across the table honestly and tried every way to get you to talk. He really, I cried to death.

Schiller smiled and shook his head, looking somewhat helpless. He said, "Of course I'm not worried about your moral level, professor. I'm just telling the truth. My past has nothing to do with this universe."

"Aliens?" Charles asked tentatively.

"This is already an open secret." Schiller sighed softly and said, "Everyone who has seen the scenes of other multiverses understands that I am the accident that should not have appeared, but they tacitly don't talk about this, maybe because they are worried that I will be sad."

Charles was silent for a while and said, "They may think that this may make you feel lonely... Do you think this universe is good enough?"

"Of course."

"Is it because your original living environment was not good enough?"

Schiller shook his head and said, "I will not make such comparisons, but will only objectively look at whether my friends' company with me really makes me feel not lonely."

"Tell me about your childhood."

Schiller was also silent. After a moment of silence, he said, "In this universe, there are many superheroes with superpowers on Earth, right?"

"Have you ever thought, Professor, what if you are the only one with superpowers in this world?"

Charles was slightly shocked. He had never expected Schiller to bring up this topic. Charles opened his mouth and closed it again, but finally said, "Maybe I will try to find someone like me. If there is really no one, I may choose to find a secluded place to live alone."

"Really? Do you really have such an opportunity?"

Charles suddenly realized what Schiller was talking about. He looked straight into Schiller's eyes and said, "You were discovered? ... In childhood Was discovered?"

"Probably so." Schiller gave an ambiguous answer, and then said: "Since I can remember, when I was about two or three years old, I found that I had a special ability. I can feel something around me."

"What?"

"Everything, objects thrown at me, lives walking towards me, people who emit malice towards me, it is difficult for me to describe this feeling, but it is like a radar implanted in my brain, I feel everything around me clearly."

Charles frowned, he thought seriously, and said: "This should not be a mutant ability, because the signs appeared too early, and there was no explosive Growth, from what you said, it may be a congenital abnormality of the brain. "

Charles turned his eyes to one side and recalled: "In the human brain waves I scanned, it is easy to find that everyone's brain structure has subtle differences, and some geniuses with specialized development of certain brain areas have brain structures that are very different from ordinary people. "

"It's just that the level of human technology has not yet developed to the point of distinguishing such differences. I am not a brain scientist. I can only vaguely say that their brain waves are indeed abnormal. "

"I guess it should be the abnormality of your brain structure that causes your brain waves to be able to touch something around you like a physical object, so you will have a radar-like feeling. "

Schiller nodded, without commenting on this conclusion, and continued: "I don't know whether it is lucky or unfortunate, but when I first realized the existence of this ability, I was abandoned by my parents due to severe childhood autism and came to an orphanage."

Charles narrowed his eyes slightly, he knew that this was definitely not the worst thing Schiller had encountered.

"Because of autism, it is difficult for me to communicate with others in a normal way, but this ability of mine gives me a strong instinct to avoid danger and seek good fortune, even to the point of foreseeing. I can catch the plate falling from the table in an instant and know the arrival of lightning before others."

"More importantly, I will follow my instinct to avoid those who are malicious to me. I don't know how I judge, but before some children in the orphanage want to play pranks on me, I can avoid them in advance, and I can also see the nature of some malicious adopters, so that I can hide earlier and not be discovered."

Charles frowned. His frown tightened, and he said, "It's already infinitely close to mind reading."

But Schiller shook his head and said, "No, it's far worse than that. I can only feel vague malice, and no matter whether the target of this malice is me or not, or whether there is a target at all, I can feel it."

Schiller's eyes were empty, as if he had entered his memories again. After a while, he said, "One day, a special adopter came to the orphanage. He was a foreigner. I felt unparalleled malice from him, so I hid early. I often hide in that cabinet."

"The teachers and nurses in the orphanage The workers were already used to all this. No one forced me to come out. I thought I could escape, but the foreigner with bad intentions proposed to visit the environment of the orphanage and raise funds from foreign foundation organizations. The director attached great importance to this matter, so he let him in. "

"He is not an ordinary person. He is very good at observing traces. At that time, I was young and didn't know how to hide my traces of action. I just acted on instinct, so he found me."

Schiller sighed and was silent for a while before saying: "My hunch was right at the time. He came from a laboratory abroad. The research project of this laboratory is to exert mental control on children and use them to engage in sabotage activities."

"Most people are not wary of children, and some children with special talents can successfully complete intelligence theft or sabotage activities behind enemy lines after training. This is the purpose of their research."

Charles opened his eyes slightly. Without Schiller saying it, he could know which country this so-called foreign country was. In fact, this is not even a very shocking project. As far as Charles knows, more than half of the immoral things are much more serious than this.

"Unfortunately, I didn't know how to hide my abnormality at that time, and they found it." Schiller leaned his body to one side, leaning on the armrest and recalling: "They once wanted to take some more extreme measures to investigate the cause of my abnormality, but soon they found that in addition to this special sensitivity, my physical fitness and strength were far beyond ordinary people."

"Why is that?" Charles asked a little surprised.

Schiller shook his head and said: "It is possible that, as you said, the abnormality in my brain area affected my pain perception. From a very young age, I found that I could hardly feel pain."

"Perhaps because of this, I don't have the muscle protection brought by pain, and the muscle restriction is naturally released, so in terms of strength, especially the explosive power of a moment, it is comparable to some mental patients who have released muscle restrictions."

Charles nodded. He felt that the situation Schiller said was possible, and then he heard Schiller continue.

"They think that if they kill me and dissect my brain, this power will be wasted. It is better to control me to engage in sabotage. How much damage can an agent with early warning ability and natural strength cause? Just think about Spider-Man."

Charles blinked gently and said with a smile: "No wonder you have such a good relationship with Peter. He talks about his good doctor every three sentences."

Schiller lowered his head and shook his head gently and said: "I am far worse than Spider-Man. All my abilities are just a little better than ordinary people, not even in the category of superpowers, but like I said, there is no one else except me, so it stands out."

"What did that organization do to you?" Charles asked.

"This experimental project team has been in existence for many years. They have indeed made great achievements in the field of manipulating others. They spent about ten years controlling me in various ways. From the perspective of normal society, it is not humane, but most of the time I felt no pain."

"So were you controlled?"

"Not at all."

Schiller shook his head and said, "They failed completely, and I don't know whether it was fortunate or unfortunate that all their research results over the past few decades were absorbed by me and combined with my autism to form my current pathology."

"Usually, the pathology of autistic patients will present a state of disengagement and inattention. Ten years ago, I also had similar symptoms, but the research results they applied to me focused on putting pressure on and manipulating others from the position of the subject."

"This has corrected some of the withdrawal and inattention of autism, making my pathology turn manipulating others into an instinct, and it is still effective today."

Charles' expression was very interesting. After several changes, he sighed and said, "Although the pathology of autism is not good, manipulating others is also evil. I really don't know whether to say that you have turned a disaster into a blessing or made it worse."