Chapter 1635: The Way to Death (Part 1)

Chapter 1608 The Way to Death (Part 1)

The Kingdom of Death is different from Hela's underworld. It is not a barren land, but more like a dreamland, with a fantasy dream composed of various fragments of cosmic rules. It is possible to be in a strange black forest in the last second, and in a dark city like Gotham in the next second. For orderly creatures, everything here is chaotic.

Human souls are not completely unconscious when entering the Kingdom of Death. They will fall into a bizarre dream, usually their own memories before their death. They will experience those impressive memory scenes again in the dream fragments, which is the so-called revolving lantern.

But this process is actually confirming all the codes of this soul, so that the database can delete them.

For some reason, Schiller, who has died many times, is experiencing this loading process for the first time. He first fell from the darkness, then felt the hazy light, and continued to fall down following the light, as if the warmth of the amniotic fluid wrapped him.

The sense of weightlessness became weaker and weaker, and Schiller felt that he had hit the bottom.

Trying to concentrate, and then forcefully opening his eyes, Schiller suddenly found himself in a familiar church.

Just like the pictures taken by a lens with a special aperture, there was a hazy and dreamy halo everywhere, and everything had no details, but it could evoke memories.

Schiller instinctively turned his head and saw the tall cross behind him and the statue of Jesus with his arms outstretched and his eyebrows downcast.

Suddenly, a burst of hurried footsteps sounded at the door of the church, and a figure rushed towards this side, and the filter was instantly broken. When Schiller came to his senses, he saw Natasha stretched out her hand and shook it in front of him, and said: "Schiller, are you okay?"

"I'm fine." Schiller turned his head and looked around. The scene was still a little blurry, and even the outline of Natasha in front of him was not clear. Judging from the reflection on Natasha's pupils, she should see herself as just a blurry figure. If it weren't for the clear voice, she couldn't even tell her identity.

"We are just like entering a video game." Natasha shrugged, looked at the surrounding environment and herself, and said: "This should be hell, right? It's much better than I thought."

"This is not hell, at least not the hell of Mephisto. If the plan goes well, this should be the edge of the kingdom of death. It won't be long before we will penetrate the barrier and enter the real kingdom of death, and then become the echoes that wander there forever."

"So, what's the matter with this church?"

"This should be a memory of my life." Schiller didn't seem to be in a hurry at all. He walked to the window seat in the first row of the church and sat down. He patted the seat next to him and motioned Natasha to sit over.

"Well, this is my first time to die. Obviously I am not as experienced as you. Now can you tell me about your plan?"

Natasha sat next to Schiller. The two sat in the first row of the church and stared at the huge cross in front of them. The first sentence Schiller said was beyond Natasha's expectations.

"I'm sorry, I lied to you from the beginning. Although I'm not a doctor, I was asked by a doctor to improve everyone's mental health as much as possible in the following communication."

"Did Dr. Schiller commission you?"

"Yes, ma'am, but I'd like to ask you to answer a few questions first. How do you feel now?"

"It's hard to say." Natasha sighed, put her elbows on her legs, leaned forward, stared at the checkered floor tiles in front of her that reflected a dreamy luster, and said, "There is a feeling of fatigue after overdrawing, but there is also some indescribable relief and relaxation."

"Can you tell me more about it?"

"It's more like exhausting all your strength, knowing that it's impossible to do anything, so you just stay where you are and wait for death."

"Then Well, let's look back to earlier. How did you feel when we were fighting? "

"I was drunk and didn't think too much."

Schiller turned to look at Natasha and said, "Madam, we are not in the office of SHIELD now. This is the realm of God that mortals cannot set foot in. There are no bugs, no record books, and I am not an agent interrogating you. I know you have the right to say any answer, but from a personal perspective, I hope you can be honest enough, because the current situation includes a lot of my work results. "

"You are really good at talking." Natasha used both hands to push the hair on her forehead back. She did not mock Schiller again, but gave a sincere evaluation. She found that Schiller was indeed very good at impressing others.

"That's a bit too intense." Natasha finally answered.

"Why do you think so?"

Natasha took a deep breath, was silent for a long time, and finally shook her head and said, "There is no need to talk about this. It doesn't work. "

"Then, let's talk about my experience." Schiller did not blame, but changed the topic. He leaned on the back of the church bench and said, "You should have heard about my experience from Professor Charles. When I was a child, I was taken to the laboratory of a mysterious organization and received long-term training there."

Natasha's blinking frequency became slightly faster, but she still controlled herself not to turn her head and stayed silent.

"Their goal is to train me into a killing machine that can create chaos, so even if I am gifted, I must undergo some professional agent training."

Schiller's voice began to become more and more distant, like the sound of the horizon echoing on the horizon.

"One of the trainings interested me very much. It was during that training that I found that my feeling of pain was different from that of ordinary people."

Natasha seemed to know what he was going to say. Her Adam's apple moved up and down slightly, and the muscles in her neck twitched with it.

"Pain reflex is a person's most basic reflex, which comes from our body's self-protection mechanism. Pain is a reminder of danger, not only for external danger, but also for internal danger."

"If a person's arm is bitten by a wild beast, he will instinctively retract his arm and then run away. If a person has a stomachache and diarrhea, he knows that he may have eaten something bad and adjusts his diet in time to avoid poisoning. To some extent, in the process of human evolution, the more sensitive the reaction to pain, the easier it is to survive."

"But if you need a killing machine instead of a person, the pain reflex is unnecessary and needs to be screened and eliminated by humans."

Schiller sighed lightly, lowered his head and said, "My pain reflex is naturally weak. In non-physiological aspects, it is more like mental abnormality that blocks part of the impact of pain."

"I can see it." Natasha said a little depressed: "I cut a knife on your arm, but your first reaction was to think, not to retract your hand because of pain."

"Although I considered this before I took action, I didn't expect you to be so exaggerated. You are not a professional agent." Natasha said a little complainingly.

"As a professional agent, are you more exaggerated, ma'am?"

"Well, you just want to pry open my mouth." Natasha shook her head in annoyance and said, "Yes, it may be more exaggerated than you think. I have no pain reflex at all."

The two fell silent. Schiller was shocked by this fact and did not speak. Natasha waited for him to speak, but he did not wait for a long time, so she did not want to waste time and spoke directly.

"As you said, it was the rigorous training over the years that eliminated this part of the instinct. Even if I only have one breath left, I can still aim and shoot more steadily than ordinary people, and my shooting skills are still very accurate."

"The three holes on my chest indicate my approval, ma'am."

Natasha shook her head and said, "No, there shouldn't be three holes. If it were in the past, you would be shot to death."

"Even if you are infinitely close to death?"

"Even if I am already dead." Natasha turned her head to look at Schiller and said, "The muscle reflex of my fingers will pull the trigger at the last moment."

Schiller was silent for a while, then said, "When people feel pain, they usually pray, hoping that the gods can eliminate their pain, but the emotional structure of human beings is far more sophisticated than they think. Without pain, there will be no happiness."

"People's souls are like a big tree, and the part growing on the ground represents all kinds of beautiful things. Feelings, and the part buried deep underground is the pain or morbidity that they don't want to mention. "

"If you blindly remove the underground roots, or simply separate the upper and lower parts, the result is that the happiness and other positive emotions in the upper part will gradually wither, and the whole tree will become a rotten wood. "

"People often say that some people die at the age of thirty, but are not buried until they are seventy. This is not uncommon. They reconcile with the intense emotions they extremely desire, not because they get it, but because they no longer have such passionate emotions to continue to want. "

"Some people call this state of seeing through the world, called stability and calm, but again, I prefer to call it 'numbness'. "

Natasha listened quietly, saying nothing, then she turned her head to look at Schiller, and saw his increasingly blurred profile in the hazy light of the church's stained glass windows, like the undulating shadows of mountains under the morning light.

"You have already got all the answers you want." Schiller turned to look at Natasha and said, "Nick, Eric, Odin, Hela, you are all the same. You are not mentally ill, and you are more stable than anyone else. You have found all the ways out of your entanglements and difficulties, but the passion is gone in the ordinary and stable days."

"It's just that, ma'am, your problem is more serious than theirs. The trauma of the pain elimination training has not disappeared. It still affects you all the time. Your numbness is still growing, until one day, it will suck all the nutrients from the big trees on the ground and turn you into a walking corpse."

Natasha remained expressionless for a while, then asked, "How do you know?"

"I feel the same way." Schiller leaned back a little more, let out a long breath and said, "All my life, I have been trying to balance the pathology and the normality. In the past, I did not curb my pathology, which led to madness. The doctor sealed my pathology and made me numb with powerlessness and happiness. My tower and abyss are gradually perfected in this process of self-struggle."

Natasha swallowed her saliva. She didn't expect Schiller to analyze herself so deeply in front of her. The female agent never thought that there would be one thing in the world that she needed to muster up all her courage to do.

This is not even a difficult thing, but it is more difficult than everything in the world, that is, to open your heart and describe your feelings truthfully.

"When you... when you cut me open like a fish, I felt an unprecedented intense emotion exploding in my brain. I thought it was fear, but I thought it was impossible at the time. I thought I had evolved this emotion a long time ago."

Natasha smiled and said half-jokingly: "Then I was shocked because I actually felt pain. I haven't felt this way for many years. The training I received made me completely immune to pain reflexes."

"It's not that I can't feel pain, but after the pain is transmitted to the brain, the reflex nerves can't work. I can use my reason to control the movement of all my muscles without any abnormal parts."

"This is the secret of my high success rate of missions. All those targets who want to exchange injuries with me have come here earlier than me. They have been waiting for me in hell."