Chapter 1620 Fishing Day (Thirteen)

"What do you think will make the fish take the bait?"

"Hunger? Arrogance? I don't know."

Natasha still stared at the fishing line disappearing on the water, as if she could see a fish through the hole. Schiller's fishing line was floating not far from him. The bait didn't look heavy, and it was even a little too light for ice fishing. Even the gentle breeze at noon could make the fishing line ripple.

"Generally speaking, I wouldn't call a consensual one-night stand immoral." Natasha tentatively said, "Perhaps in the eyes of some people, it only symbolizes debauchery, and obviously this group of people does not include me."

"But I think it is necessary to obtain the "full" consent of the object before starting this."

"Did you tell every one of your one-night stands that you are the Black Widow?"

Natasha almost roared in pain, she leaned forward and said to the ice: "They don't need to know! What good will this do for our subsequent intimacy?!"

"So you didn't tell them about your danger."

"That's because I won't..."

"You really won't?"

Natasha fell silent, and after a long time, she spoke as if to make up for it: "In most cases, no, my encounters with those boys are usually only related to romance. If they keep it within this range, then they will not be in danger."

"But some people want more."

"Men usually want more." Natasha sighed deeply, as if she remembered something and said: "He After they thought they had conquered my body, they began to explore the possibility of capturing my spirit. "

"Although it's a bit rude, I can understand it, because it was I who gave them the illusion that there was such a possibility, which was to make them ignore my aggressiveness, otherwise they would be like a timid quail and dare not do anything, just like Tony Stark. "

"He is the smartest smart man in the world. I dare say that he noticed something wrong when he saw me for the first time, but he was in a bad mental state at that time, as if he was looking for death, maybe he wanted to find a more romantic way to die for himself. "

"But he still backed off. "

"No smart person would." Natasha looked up at Schiller's eyes and said, "Especially you smart detectives, I only need to expose more than 30% of the skin on my upper body, and you can see that I have killed many people. "

"So those who feel at ease to sleep with you and be killed by you are also because they are stupid. "

Well, the topic is back to the starting point. Natasha thought painfully, how could she want to convince a psychiatrist?

"I'm curious, why did you try to stop me, but by reasoning? You shouldn't use this method often, right, ma'am?"

Natasha looked up at Schiller again and said, "The question is, how do I know that if I use another method, you or I or both of us won't get hurt, and then make the situation even more uncontrollable?

"You are one of the rare agents who has a big picture view."

"If not, I would have disappeared long ago." Natasha's tone was full of sadness.

Manhattan is still prosperous, and the road is crowded with cars. Even with more advanced transportation facilities such as the shuttle, the number of vehicles has not been reduced. Strange, who was sitting in the main driver's seat, honked the horn impatiently, which scared Stark, who was sitting in the co-pilot seat.

"My God, haven't you gotten used to New York traffic yet?" Stark took off his sunglasses and said impatiently, "Honk the horn. It's useless."

"But it makes me feel better." Strange said expressionlessly, "They will never know how many people will die if they stop an excellent surgeon. The god of death will have to give them an award. "

"Are you sure you can find Schiller's previous residence?"

"As I said, it's registered in the Presbyterian medical staff information. I also found his emergency contact number, but the number has been cancelled." Strange looked out the car window and said.

Soon, their car drove along the streets of Manhattan into the back alley of an apartment building. After the two got out of the car and walked to the front of the apartment building, Strange took out the certification card from his suit pocket.

"When I got this information, I called the landlord. He said that someone was still renewing the lease of the house. I guess that person is Schiller, but he doesn't live here, so I guess he may have put something in it. "

"Wouldn't it be a bit bad for us to go in like this?"

"If you are worried about this problem, you shouldn't come with me. "Strange said as he walked into the elevator corridor, and Stark followed behind him.

"I'm sure he was drunk when I first met him. Judging from the dilated pupils, he might have taken drugs, but not professional drugs, maybe an overdose of painkillers or something like that."

"It's hard to imagine." Stark shook his head and said.

Soon the elevator arrived at the designated floor, and Strange stepped out of the elevator without hesitation and strode towards the apartment corridor, then looked up to check the number on the door.

"2128... here." Strange shook his head at Stark behind him, and then began to unlock the door.

"Do you remember what Schiller said about another world?" Stark asked first.

"Are you referring to the world he came from? Maybe there is such a world, but we must first figure out how he started in our world."

Strange walked into the room and touched the light switch from the wall on one side. After turning on the light, the room was very tidy. It was a very standard Manhattan luxury apartment. As you can imagine, the floor-to-ceiling window opposite the door can see the bustling night view, which accounts for 80% of the rental value.

Strange stood on the threshold and looked around, then touched the top of the shoe cabinet and said, "Someone has been cleaning here, but this apartment building should not be equipped with home cleaning services."

Just as Stark was about to go in, Strange stopped him, then took out two pairs of shoe covers and gloves and said, "Although I'm not sure whether Schiller has renewed the lease, no matter who it is, we can't swagger into his house and make a mess here."

Stark looked at Strange as if he was a little surprised. Strange put on the shoe covers and said, "Don't stare at me. Although I have no morals, I have the most basic qualities."

After they were armed, they walked into the room. This is a very standard apartment suite, with one bedroom, one living room, one kitchen and one bathroom, and the open kitchen and dining room are connected to the living room.

If there is anything that is the most eye-catching in the ordinary modern decoration style living room, it must be the cabinet next to the dining table. Strange did not hesitate and strode over, and then found that this cabinet is indeed very strange, with several wine bottles in it.

It was a bottle, not a bottle of wine. The lid had completely disappeared, and the wine was gone. Some of the labels on the bottles were still stained with wine. No matter how you looked at it, it didn't look like something that should be placed in the sideboard of an apartment of this level.

"Oh my God, are you sure Schiller has been cleaning this house?" Stark squinted at the things in the wine cabinet and said, "Jack Daniel, are you serious? Oh, this bottle of Chivas Regal is pretty good, but the age is not good. When did Schiller start drinking cheap whiskey?"

Strange opened the sliding door of the wine cabinet and carefully took out the bottles with his gloved hands. After checking, he found that the total value of these wines should not exceed five hundred US dollars.

The price of alcohol in New York is still very expensive. The prices here are ridiculously expensive, and some non-daily necessities are even more expensive. Five hundred US dollars sounds like a lot, but it is really nothing for alcohol, not to mention that so many bottles of wine only cost a few hundred dollars, which can be called cheap among cheap.

While taking out the wine bottle, Strange found several small medicine bottles from the depths of the wine cabinet. He instantly raised his eyebrows. Stark leaned over to look. Strange handed him a bottle and then looked at another bottle.

"MDMA? Central nervous system stimulant? What is this? Benzodiazepine?" Stark read out the scientific name on the bottle.

Strange put several small bottles on the table without even looking at them, and said: "In simple terms, drugs, stimulants, sleeping pills and antidepressants."

Stark stared at the small medicine bottles and said puzzledly: "A drug-taking insomniac with depression?"

"Now there is a question." Strange knocked on the table and said: "When did Schiller come, and in what form?"

"Do you mean did he bring his body here?" Stark tilted his head, quickly understood what Strange meant, and then shook his head and said: "I More inclined to no, because Professor X said Schiller's body has extraordinary strength, but it is obvious that his body is normal now, and there are no symptoms of muscle restriction. "

"I checked the time with all other superheroes who met Schiller earlier." Strange tapped the table lightly with his fingertips and said, "No one saw him earlier than me, and when I first met him, he was obviously wearing signs of excessive drinking and drug use."

"You mean an addict killed himself with drugs, and then Schiller took over his body?" Stark frowned and speculated.

"The question now is, why would the owner of this body take so many drugs at the same time?" Strange picked up another small medicine bottle and said, "And he is a doctor. Psychiatrists should know that these drugs cannot be taken at the same time, especially central nervous system stimulants and tranquilizers. Adding alcohol, this is very likely to kill him."

"Suicide?"

Strange stared at the wine and medicine bottles on the table in silence, and after a while he spoke: "It is difficult to have other possibilities. Even if it is an addict who has already drunk so much cheap whiskey, he will not go to find tranquilizers to take. It is exactly the way a psychiatrist should do."

"So what happened to this unlucky guy?" Stark touched his chin and said, "Does Nick have his file? What about his resume?"

"I checked, but nothing special." Strange shook his head and said, "The records are not very detailed. After all, he was just an ordinary person before this. What you can find in my file, you can only find the same things in his file, mostly just academic information."

"I remember that it seemed that the entire psychology field was his teacher and classmate before."

"The psychology field is not big."

After Strange finished speaking, he turned and walked towards the bedroom, but this time it was Stark who found something.

Stark bent down and dragged out a large box from under the bed. After opening the lid of the box, he exclaimed.

"Oh, what is this? A picture album?"