Chapter 1613 Fishing Day (VI)

Chapter 1586 Fishing Day (Six)

Schiller and Natasha came to the farthest ice cave. Schiller put down the chair, pointed to Natasha, and crossed the ice cave to set up another chair.

Natasha sat down on the first chair, untangled the tangled fishing line, and said, "It's right to be in the same group with you, doctor. Those people have been completely overwhelmed by the joy of catching fish and have no gentlemanly spirit."

"You have to tolerate the occasional wild side of these gentlemen who have no time to fish all year round." Schiller walked to the side, picked up his fishing rod, took off his gloves and began to sort out the fishing line.

Natasha seemed to be adjusting her fishing rod with her eyebrows down, but in fact her attention stayed on Schiller's hands, especially the blue veins on the back of her hand that occasionally appeared when she pulled the fishing line.

"Madam, what do you think about fishing and hunting?" Schiller asked while hanging the bait, as if he had found a topic at random.

"That depends on what form they take." Natasha had already put up the bait and was now fixing the boom. She paused for a moment, as if recalling and saying, "The beauty of fishing lies in waiting, while the beauty of hunting lies in chasing."

"Generally speaking, I prefer to move and take the initiative in my own hands." Natasha slightly raised her nose, and when she pulled up her upper lip, a bit of wildness and ferocity was revealed from her plump and beautiful face.

"Or rather, chasing the smell of blood makes me excited, crossing streams and bushes, finding every possible trace, and finally capturing the dying prey, dismantling them, and turning them into my own energy, so primitive and barbaric, but it also makes people's adrenaline surge."

"Which step excites you the most, killing?"

"No." Natasha shook her head and said, "I never torture the prey deliberately, and I think screams are piercing. I will finish them off quite quickly, stabbing them in the throat, and I have no interest in the corpse."

"If I have to say, when I gradually grasp their traces, I can imagine that their chances of survival are getting less and less. The power of life and death is gradually held in my hands as I move forward. This sense of control fascinates me."

"Control over the lives of others is the highest control." Schiller concluded, and then continued: "When you are hunting, you are at a loss. The prey always has the hope of survival. I do n’t know that the danger is approaching, but you know that he is dead at a certain node. This kind of information and class gap make you feel superior. " Most of the prey are men? "" There are also a few women. "Natasha shrugged and said," Few is because of personal hobbies, most of them are for the purpose of task. " The style of her style, but since she said that, Schiller knew that the people who impressed her must not be sex. "I prefer fishing to hunting." Schiller looked up at the fishing line glittering in the sun and said, "Hunters understand their prey, while fishermen understand themselves."

"People often say that fishermen are fighting with their own patience. Fish are never our opponents. As long as you have enough patience, they will always take the bait."

"But it often requires some sophisticated philosophy." Natasha said, "Choose the right fishing rod, the right bait, and the right time and place."

"That's right." Schiller nodded and said, "This is the fun of fishing. Everything is done in the early stage, and when it comes to the conflict, everything is hidden under the water. I prefer to call it civilized violence."

"Interesting." Natasha commented on this point of view, and then said, "Isn't violence whitewashed by civilization no longer violence?"

"I wouldn't say that, but I think this whitewashing process transforms violence into something else. The focus is not on bloody conflict, but on the indescribable excitement when you patiently arrange and wait, and finally get a rich harvest as expected."

"Doctor, you seem to be hinting at something." Natasha looked into Schiller's eyes and said, "Are you also burying a lot of truths a thousand feet under these words?"

"We are all like this, aren't we?"

"But I'm here to fish with you, not you to hunt with me." Natasha immediately took the initiative again. She said without giving in: "You have to be more straightforward and let me appreciate the charm of fishing, otherwise I can only rely on Nick and Steve to brag about their harvest."

"What do you want to hear?" Schiller asked.

"More views on emotions."

"But I don't provide emotional counseling."

"That's really strange." Natasha suddenly smiled brightly, squinting at Schiller and said, "I've never heard any psychologist say that. Don't most patients do emotional counseling?"

Schiller pushed his glasses again, as if trying to find a suitable position for the glasses on his nose, and then he had to say, "So, I'm not a doctor."

"Then who are you?"

"I'm Schiller, obviously."

"Ha, yes, it's the multiple personality thing again." Natasha spread her hands and took out a pack of cigarettes from her jacket pocket, and said, "What do you represent? Violence?"

"Do I look violent?" Schiller leaned back and leaned back in his chair, looking up at the fishing line at the top of the fishing rod trembling slightly in the wind.

"You look very civilized, too civilized." Natasha threw the cigarette box aside, blew out a puff of smoke, and said, "Even a little too gentlemanly. If it was the previous doctor, he would not care whether I invited him or not, but would have gone to help Professor Charles solve family confusion or joke with those two guys with fish in their heads."

"Why do you think the previous doctor is not interested in you? Do you think your charm is not enough to impress me?"

This question sounds like a hint, but Natasha knows very well that Schiller is good at burying the truth under words full of deception, and it is definitely more than a thousand feet deep.

The beautiful female agent pinned her red hair behind her ears and said, "The key to his lack of interest in me is not me, but himself, or rather, yourself."

"What's wrong with me?"

"You don't get any of the confusion, sadness, or anger you expect from others. I accept everything that reality gives me so straightforwardly, and I can even find some fun in it. We are the same kind of people, so you are not interested in me."

"What about sex?"

"Don't be ridiculous." Natasha blew out another puff of smoke, staring into Schiller's eyes and said, "To the craziest man in the universe, For a madman, the pleasure that the flesh can provide is not even one ten-thousandth of the excitement brought by the completion of your complicated plans. "

"And now, what makes me a little uncertain is..." Natasha lowered her eyes, took the cigarette out of her mouth, put her wrist on the edge of the chair, tapped the end of the cigarette with her fingers, and shook off the ash before she spoke: "Some concentration that I have never felt in you is coming back, making you more like a normal person."

"Then what was I like originally?" Schiller leaned back on the chair as if he was interested, looking at Natasha's face and asked with interest.

"A...existence (thing). "Natasha slightly retracted her chin, thinking and saying: "Like nature, it exists around me, but it is rarely realized. All the sides of you that I see are only a small part of the whole, and the rest are too large to occupy any attention. "

"Do you think it would be better to focus on great things? Or not?" Schiller asked casually as he turned sideways to take the thermos cup in the bag.

"I'm not sure, but at least you look better now." Natasha pinched her chin with the knuckles of her thumb and index finger, and looked at Schiller with a scrutinizing or even staring look.

"You allow all of us to see you again in a state that is not knowing and feeling nature, to see a person called Schiller, not an existence."

"This is not entirely a good thing, ma'am." Schiller unscrewed the cup lid and said, "When nature shows its power and allows you to see it, it means that some kind of disaster is about to happen."

Natasha didn't look nervous at all. She flicked the ash, lowered her head and smiled, then looked at Schiller with a smiling look and said, "Compared with seeing the real you - Schiller Rodriguez - the disaster is nothing. The disasters that have befallen me in the past have not allowed me to see the true face of any great thing... Want a cigarette?"

Schiller saw Natasha's eyes projected from under her red hair. Her eyes were not really flickering, but the invitation was not really an invitation. He was about to speak when the fishing line at the top shook violently.

"The fish has taken the bait."

In Schiller's bedroom on the second floor of the Hell's Kitchen Psychological Clinic, Loki's finger stopped on the spine of a book on the bookshelf. The name of the book was "The Complete Book of Norse Mythology".

For some reason, Loki took the book down, and then found that this book was different from most of the books on the bookshelf. It was older and had more obvious signs of wear and tear.

Loki opened the first page of the book, where there was a line drawing of the father of the gods holding thunder and leading all the gods. Odin looked very heroic, as always.

But under the painting, the ink that had already dried had a line of words written on it - "A great king, a failed father, but the former is not the reason for the latter, nor is it an excuse."

Loki's eyelashes trembled, and her thumb pressed hard enough to leave a fingerprint on the first page. She then quickly used magic to erase the mark, and looked around with a guilty look as if she was worried about being discovered.

Then, she turned the next few pages and found Thor's picture, which also had a note on it: "He will be a great king, but he may prefer to be a good brother and a good father."

Loki felt her heart beating like a drum. She quickly turned a few pages, found her name, and saw a sentence on it.

"She will never be a great king, but she loves her brother and father more than the throne."

Let's fish!