Chapter 1630 Fishing Day (Twenty-Three)

Chapter 1603 Fishing Day (Twenty-three)

"Dean Schiller is confirming the menu for tonight, which will definitely include yours. Otherwise, tell me first and I'll tell him, so he doesn't have to come here again." Gwen Spider-Man looked at Natasha and said.

In this whole sentence, Natasha basically only heard "I'll tell him". When not on a mission, the female agent is not a person who likes to beat around the bush, so she directly put one hand on Gwen Spider-Man's shoulder and said to her profile. "Listen, Gwen, you have to stay away from Schiller. He is very dangerous, especially now. Stay as far away from him as possible, okay?"

"Oh my God, Natasha." Gwen Spider-Man turned her head and looked at Natasha in disbelief and said, "Don't tell me that the famous Black Widow has also fallen. Do you know that you sound like a shrew?"

"I am simply a shrew now." Natasha first covered her face with both hands, then pushed the red hair on her forehead back and said.

Unlike those classic white girls, Gwen Spider-Man is quite smart. She raised her eyebrows and said, "Usually, when a woman tells me to stay away from another man in this tone, it means they feel threatened. Do I make you feel threatened, Natasha?"

"It is always Schiller who threatens me." Natasha shrugged her nose and looked at Gwen Spider-Man and said, "I must prevent him from stewing that stupid fish and your little lamb into one dish."

"I don't understand what you mean at all." Gwen Spider-Man stood up, frowned at Natasha and said, "If you think there is something going on between Schiller and me, you must be overthinking. We are not very familiar with each other. I try my best to show a cheerful and intimate attitude because Schiller is... I hope he can give me more time off. If you have been to college, you will know how useful this trick is. "

"Yes, you may not have anything now..."

"God, I really can't listen to your crazy talk anymore." Gwen Spider-Man turned her head to one side helplessly, looked at Natasha and said, "I always thought that the female agents who can stand on the SHIELD will not be the stupid girls with love in the TV series, but you look more excessive than them now, and I am not even an adult!"

Natasha is really tired. Now she is in a dilemma. She can neither tell others about the dangerous personalities in the abyss of thinking that Schiller revealed to her, nor should she push Schiller's goal as far as possible when these personalities are eyeing her.

She knows very well that this inconsistent behavior will look very much like she is jealous and does not let other women get close to Schiller, but she is not... Wait, she seems to be.

Natasha suddenly had an idea. In addition to the reason of jealousy, what convincing reason can she have to drive away the fish that Schiller wants to catch?

She was the only one here to be a riddler, torturing herself. Other women and even men would think she was crazy because of her vague hints.

Natasha understood and convinced a truth at an astonishing speed - instead of pretending to be crazy and torturing herself, why not really go crazy and torture others?

The female agent took a deep breath and exhaled, adjusting her facial muscles with a very fine amplitude, and soon showed a charming but slightly cold smile, looking at Gwen and said.

"I am not used to sharing my prey with other women, Miss Gwen, you have to understand this."

She took a step forward slightly, and stroked Gwen's face, which was still a little chubby, with her fingers that were particularly thin and strong because of holding guns for many years, almost touching her forehead to Gwen's forehead, and then looked at Gwen with her eyes under the high eyebrows and said Spider-Man.

"Before I bite his throat, you'd better stay away from both of us. I won't be responsible for any accidental injuries."

Gwen Spider-Man was frightened by the savage aggression in Natasha's eyes. She almost rushed back. As the spider sense was ringing wildly, she shook her head at the fastest speed she could in her life.

"Don't worry, I will definitely stay away from both of you. That's it! Bye!"

Watching Gwen Spider-Man fly into the reed marsh like a low-flying bird, Natasha restrained her expression, folded her arms, and showed a smug smile.

When the afterimage of Gwen Spider-Man passed in front of Schiller and Charles, Schiller raised the corner of his mouth, revealing a smile that was a little different from the past.

"What are you laughing so happily about? Dr. Schiller?" Charles couldn't help asking.

"Nothing, just a fish hooked."

Charles raised one eyebrow and immediately heard Schiller's off-screen voice. He fumbled with his tie knot and said, "Excuse me, doctor, I guessed that some of us might be your bait, but I can't guess who you are going to catch."

Schiller looked at the reeds in the distance, staring at the back of Gwen Spider-Man for a while, then he turned his eyes back to Charles and said, "Have you studied Stockholm syndrome?"

"Hostage complex?" Charles gently touched his chin with four fingers, thought and said, "This is a very famous case, but I don't know much about this."

Schiller laughed in a low voice and said, "Really? That unruly Magneto has spent almost half his life circling around you. What a wonderful coincidence."

Charles lowered his eyebrows, not looking as gentle and wise as he was during the day, but still said in that frivolous voice: "I prefer to call the relationship between us friendship, rather than who kidnapped or threatened whom."

"Everyone who only knows the two of you in general will think that Magneto kidnapped you. He keeps making trouble and destroying the results of your friendship with ordinary people, so that mutants will never have a peaceful life. As a completely good person, you can only chase after him and clean up the mess for him."

"Isn't that the truth?"

Schiller squeezed out another laugh from his lungs, but this time it sounded a little sharp and cold. He didn't continue the topic, but said: "Most of the excellent psychologists are studying Stockholm syndrome. At that time, everyone would realize that building a physically closed space is not the best choice. "

"If you lock other people in a room, it is likely to attract the attention of officials and law enforcement officers. The awareness of laws and rules that people have built up over more than ten years cannot be worn away by locking them up for a few days. It is unreliable to forcibly establish contact in this way. "

"Then what do you think, Doctor?"

"It's nothing more than creating a soft, non-traditional closed space that the victim and others can't notice. In short, he has to have a reason to pay attention to you."

"Oh, then how to do it?" Charles' eyes closed slightly. This always kind professor would not make a serious squinting action that would damage his image. This expression that looks like sleepiness actually means that he is showing his aggression.

"Generally speaking, I prefer to create a scenario where the victim can and can only feel a huge threat from me, so that he has to pay great attention to me in order to guard against me."

"There are two advantages to doing this. First, whether they feel threatened or pay attention to it, it is their own decision, which can make them feel the greatest degree of freedom and reduce the vigilance caused by certain guidance and forced behaviors."

"Second, they will be willing to pay a lot of price to reduce the pressure brought by this threat, and once they compromise and take a step back, there will be no turning back."

Charles clapped his hands lightly, but Schiller was not happy to be praised, and just said in a normal tone: "Any psychiatrist will play a trick , Professor, you don't have to feel guilty about it. "

The aggression revealed in the conversation just now suddenly disappeared, and Charles sighed half nostalgically and half helplessly and said: "I was still young at that time..."

"You should be able to imagine that when I was young, I was an uneducated and unlearned playboy, wandering among all kinds of prostitutes every day, spinning between skirts, until I met Eric."

"I paid the price for the time I wasted. Eric's suffering and rich experience brought him a more mature and tough attitude towards life than mine. Let alone persuading him, it took a lot of effort to resist his persuasion of me. "

"So you started to arm yourself with knowledge?"

"Yes, at first I just wanted to find a way to deal with Eric, his unique way 's worldview and extremely tough and decisive attitude are really too..."

"Too charming?"

"Yes, it's more like personal charm. The Brotherhood of Mutants has done so many crazy things all over the world, and there is still a steady stream of new generations who follow Magneto without hesitation. This is enough to show how charming Eric is. I plunged into psychology and began to study it. At least 80% of it was because of him. "

Charles took a deep breath, his fingers slightly clenched the armrests of the wheelchair, and recalled: "As you said, when you study this very deeply, you will inevitably want to try it. I tried it once, pretending that my ability was out of control..."

"He was scared?"

"Yes, he was scared. That was probably the first time he realized how powerful my ability was. Since then, , no matter what he does, he has to keep one eye on me. "

"Not a few months, not a few years, but decades." Charles shook his head gently and said, "For half of his life, he had to pay attention to me because he sensed my threat. How could this not establish a deep emotional connection?"

"Do you think this is a mistake?"

"I prefer to say that we complement each other." Charles turned his head slightly and continued, "If there was no pressure from him, I would not want to arm myself with knowledge and brains, and I would always be just that dissolute rich boy. If I didn't distract his attention, he would go further and further on the extreme road until he became the person he hated the most."

Schiller smiled and said, "I like this explanation very much."

"It seems that you are also good at this, doctor." Charles looked into Schiller's eyes and said, "Or you have studied it more deeply than me and applied it more proficiently than me."

"I did use it, and more than once." Schiller tapped his chin with his index finger and said, "The last time I went through the complete process was when I was tricking a lamb, but this time it won't be that troublesome."

"Because the target this time is easier to deal with?"

"No, because the disease is less serious."