Chapter 1611 Fishing Day (Part 4)

Chapter 1584 Fishing Day (Four)

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became quiet.

It was like when everyone was joking about telling a serious ghost story before going to bed, everyone was playing those childish tricks of "there is someone behind you", and some were telling jokes with horror elements heard from the Internet or from others, and then someone seriously told a ghost story that made everyone's backs cold.

What was more terrifying than the ghost story itself was that the other party seemed to not understand the meaning of this polite social invitation itself, and the warm or enthusiastic atmosphere that had finally become active returned to the starting point, and the person who initiated this topic must take responsibility.

So, Ivan pursed his lips, leaned forward, put his palms together, and said: "You should know that the domestic violence rate in Russia is very high. There are always husbands beating their wives, fathers beating their sons, or drunkards going crazy at home."

"The damn cold weather and extreme living conditions require people to always maintain a state of excitement. This is originally a way to vent excitement in order to fight against nature, either sex, violence, or both."

"Some people choose to vent their excitement by abusing their partners when the snow blocks the door, which has caused many domestic violence and marital rape cases, and there are also many cases of manslaughter that accidentally caused death."

Ivan's voice is very low. When he uses some long sentences to describe the state of things, the Russian accent mixed in with English is like a knife, plowing deep gullies in English, a language with relatively simple expressions, which reminds people of snow water, rust and wine.

"But the murderer I saw that day was not like this. He was not drunk. I am sure that when the police took him away, we passed each other under a flyover in Moscow."

"He was dressed neatly, not a homeless person, his mind was clear, not paralyzed by alcohol or drugs, and most importantly, he did not resort to violence because of excitement, but because of violence and murder."

"Did he know the girl? Or did he just find someone on the street?" Natasha asked.

Ivan shook his head and said, "I was just passing by. I didn't see the whole process of the murder. I only saw the last scene where the murderer was taken into the police car. He was so excited that he looked like he was on drugs."

"He might have hallucinations." Schiller held the teacup in both hands and said, "Many mental illnesses will cause neurosis, and those hallucinations that often appear in their brains, linger in front of their eyes, and make them unable to distinguish between dreams and reality are mostly related to death."

"Most murderers with mental illness claim that they saw something happening between themselves and the victim in their hallucinations. Some of them saw the victim grow devil's horns, so they felt that they were doing justice for the heavens, and some saw the victim rushing at them with a knife, so they wanted to fight back in self-defense."

"Maybe he saw him having sex with that girl." Ivan took a sip of the hot tea, shook his head and said, "Otherwise it's hard to explain why he was so excited."

"Scenes that link sex and death are not uncommon." Schiller lowered his eyes and said, "Generally, people believe that humans can have a few days before death. "Isn't that self-deceiving nonsense?" Steve asked with a frown, and then he gave evidence: "I was on the verge of death several times, but I only felt fear and pain." "Maybe some people can turn these into pleasure, but it should be a small number of people." Nick shrugged and said, "If death is really a very pleasant thing, how can those addicts who use a lot of drugs to destroy their bodies in pursuit of pleasure not try it?" "I just want to infer from this..." Schiller gently adjusted his glasses, and Magneto, who was sitting opposite him, frowned slightly. Schiller continued, "If someone believes in this argument, maybe he will think that giving others death is to let them feel the pleasure of ascension, and at the same time he can also feel happy. This is something infinitely close to sex, but much purer and nobler than that." "Too ridiculous." Steve commented. He would never accept such a ridiculous truth, but at this time he noticed the expression of Natasha sitting opposite him. Steve slowly opened his eyes, and when the clear blue eyes fell on Natasha's face, the beautiful female agent unconsciously looked away.

"You have killed your partners after having sex with them, how does it feel?" Schiller turned his head and looked at Natasha and asked.

His first half of the sentence was so certain that Natasha had no room to refute it, so she just turned her face aside, poked her cheek with a finger, and then turned her head back to look at Schiller and said.

"I felt that I was... full of power at that time, and besides, I killed them in the process."

"I think you should go back to bed." Nick lowered his voice and leaned close to Steve's ear and said, "As usual, next is the midnight tea party of mental patients and lunatics... You know you can't do anything to them, right?"

"Crazy." Steve also leaned over and said in disbelief, while Nick tried his best to raise his eyelids and looked at Steve from above his eyes, leaving only the whites of his eyes to others, and then continued: "But it is quite shocking that most of those people are looking for death."

"I am a very famous agent." Natasha raised one leg and put it on the other leg, and hugged her arms together, smiled and said: "This sounds contradictory, but Black Widow is famous."

"I don't think anyone would be stupid enough to think that a female agent can achieve a nearly 100% mission completion rate based on direct combat capabilities alone. Even from the appearance, I am not the kind of woman who is easy to mess with, but everyone is betting."

"Men are particularly adventurous in this regard. They always have an absurd idea that a female agent with rich resume will retire because of their love for them. Even if I am codenamed Black Widow, there are always people who bet on enjoying my beauty and charm without paying any price."

"Maybe they don't understand, but they are confident that they can escape." Schiller covered his lips with a cup and said, "Or they think that those who died in your hands before were just because they were not strong and cautious enough, and you can play you in the palm of your hand."

"So they are all dead." Natasha's eyes and mouth corners are particularly sharp when she smiles, and the evil and cruelty make her look like a real poisonous spider.

Suddenly, the amazing aggressiveness disappeared, and Natasha's face became gentle again, a little distant. She said: "Unfortunately, due to the needs of my job, I have to be sensible. If I were a real lunatic, you might not see Tony Stark now."

"I heard that he didn't perform well enough."

"More than that." Natasha rolled her eyes and said with some resentment: "I shouldn't have had such high expectations of him. It seems that the rumors about the promiscuous cover model are just exaggerated. I really don't understand why Tony is so well-received among them."

"It's Tony's wealth that makes him so well-received." Nick laughed and said: "But No one can despise a man for not being able to handle the Black Widow, especially when you have such high expectations of him. "

"His appearance suits my taste." Natasha lifted her upper lip and deliberately showed her teeth when she smiled, making herself look more childish and evil, and said, "It was those eyes that deceived me. When he looked at you and said sweet words, you would think that it doesn't matter what he does next."

Steve covered his face. His moral bottom line made him completely unable to participate in such a slightly evil topic, but Charles and even Eric, who were almost the same generation as him, listened with relish.

"This is the topic we should talk about late at night." Nick poured himself another cup of tea, and then said with some regret: "It's a pity that our wine is still in the box. Alcohol makes people speak more freely, right?"

"Then should men also send a representative to talk?" Natasha kicked her calf forward with some dissatisfaction, and said: "I am not a simple little girl. Don't use the topic of "respecting women" and "gentlemanly manners" to prevaricate me. You can be more straightforward."

Steve coughed awkwardly twice, and Natasha's eyes immediately fell on him, and said: "Captain, you are the only man with a fixed partner here now."

"Carter and I... We are very ordinary." Steve thought for a long time before squeezing out a sentence from his mouth, and then said uncertainly: "I don't know if I should say this, but compared with your rich and intense love history, the two of us are as simple as lambs that have not been slaughtered."

"What about Peggy?" Natasha raised her eyebrows and asked.

"We both didn't have much time at that time." Steve tilted his head to one side, pursed his lips and said, "We came and went in a hurry. I can't count how many times we were interrupted by the mission to make love."

"It's really a pity." Nick said so, but Natasha was not willing to give up. She looked at Nick again.

Nick immediately raised his hands to surrender and said, "Women are troublesome, and women like you are even more troublesome. It will cost me half my life if I stick to you once."

"Rather than betting again and again whether you hold a knife behind your back, I would rather tighten my belt. This is one of the magic weapons that allows me to live to this day and become a legendary agent."

"What about family?" Schiller asked.

"That's something I don't deserve." Nick took a sip of hot tea, sighed softly and said, "Agents focus on attacking, constantly attacking, while families need to stop guarding. The two cannot be taken into account at the same time. Every dangerous professional who thinks he has the ability to balance the relationship between the two ends up dying miserably."

"Very sober." This time it was Eric who spoke.

Charles had to look at him again, and he kept glancing at him. When he found that Eric did not respond, Charles had to say, "But the constant attacks will eventually end. When the days calm down, what can you comfort yourself with? The past is gone, my old friend."

"You are always optimistic, Charles." Eric said indifferently, but this seemed to arouse Charles' anger. He turned his head and stared at Eric and said, "And you are always too pessimistic."

"I am just too realistic, which has its advantages."

"What are the advantages?"

"When you are being chased like a drowned dog, I can come to you safely and laugh at you. Isn't it good enough?"

Seeing that the two of them were about to talk about all the old accounts again, Nick cleared his throat and looked at Schiller, half curious and half trying to change the subject, and asked: "Doctor, you have used your superb conversation skills to confuse everyone again, and you still haven't told us why you didn't choose a family."

"Me? I am on another level."

"Mind talking about it?"