Chapter 1636: The Way to Death (Part 2)

Chapter 1609 The Way to Death (Part 2)

"The feeling of exhaustion I'm talking about is a feeling of helplessness after years of intense emotions." Natasha shook her head and said, "I don't know what will happen in the future. If I am cured, can I still be an agent? Or should I really retire and enjoy life like the young people nowadays? Is this really a good thing?"

"Excuse me, ma'am." Schiller smiled and said, "I'm afraid Nick won't approve your retirement application. He will let you work for another hundred years."

Natasha also laughed and said, "Then you are still conservative. He wishes I could work for him like this for ten thousand years."

"Ask the original question again, how do you feel now?"

"It's like a silk thread that is slowly tightened and then suddenly relaxed. I know that if it continues as before, it will break one day. I also know that even if you let me relax now, the thread will still slowly tighten, but I can only say-yes, it feels good."

"The psychiatrist Schiller, whom you know well, insists on a point of view that psychiatrists Life is not to eliminate the pain of patients. Pain cannot be eliminated. Our ultimate goal is to make you accept coexistence with your own pain. "

"It doesn't sound very kind."

"I may be unscrupulous, but I am definitely not a quack." Schiller stood up from the chair and said, "Then let's talk about my plan. The part about you is just to fulfill the greedy entrustment. You may not believe it, but he is not very good at dealing with the opposite sex, so although he has seen your problem for a long time, he has never started. "

"Why did you suddenly change your mind?"

Schiller turned around and stood in front of Natasha, then looked down at the female agent who was still sitting on the chair and said, "If you know that your parents will definitely go home, but you still have at least half of your homework unfinished, and you are worried that he will find out, then what will you do? "

"Of course, make up for it before they come back." Natasha said with her eyes wide open. Perhaps because of the existence of the soul body, her expression looks more lively and vivid than in reality, and you can actually see some girlish expressions from this very daily facial expression.

"Yes, I'm the unlucky guy who's doing his homework." Schiller shrugged slightly and said, "Most of the psychological problems of male heroes have been solved, and most of the unsolved ones are because they don't want to solve them, but the psychological problems of female superheroes have only just begun."

"Do you think I'm one of the more serious ones?"

"You're the most serious." Schiller looked at Natasha and said, "Generally speaking, people think women are more emotional, but perhaps because of this, you've become accustomed to emotions that change like a storm, and the strings in your heart are more resilient. Most of the troubles in life are easy to solve."

"I think Loki has a bigger problem."

"She's not a woman in the traditional sense." Schiller shook his head and said, "I tried my best to make her find an angle to anchor her own existence, give her a goal, and let her have something to do, but if it really doesn't work, she can also temporarily "When he turned back into a man, he helped me with the homework check."

Natasha laughed again and said, "Where are the parents who check the homework? To be honest, I was surprised that you didn't go to the doctor immediately after you heard the news."

"I'm not a little boy who has been trapped in the grief of losing his parents." Schiller shook his head and said, "In fact, I have long accepted that the doctor may still exist in a corner of the universe, living a retired life. He will miss me occasionally, and I will miss him, but reunion is not necessary."

"Have you reconciled with this long ago?"

"Because there are really not so many regrets between us that need to be made up. When I chose to get rid of the established route he planned for me, I made my own choice, and he would not feel sad about it. I know he won't. "

"That's great." Natasha commented.

"If I can't reconcile with myself, how can I be a psychiatrist?" Schiller's tone became lighter. He said, "I have to do it first, and then I can convince others to coexist with so much pain and troubles."

"I think you and Dr. Schiller are a little different." Natasha stood up with her knees. The two stood in front of the church and looked up at the huge statue of Jesus. Natasha continued, "Although Dr. Schiller seems to have a good relationship with everyone, it's just because... As I said before, he is like nature. Everyone thinks they have a good relationship with nature, just because it is too huge and unpredictable."

"You are better at communicating with people. You are euphemistic but the expression is to the point. You are fierce but you can make people read the warmth in it."

"Maybe this is why he left these beautiful ladies to me."

Natasha smiled, then cleared her throat and continued, "Tell me about the parts of your plan that have nothing to do with me. Why are we here, and what are you going to do next?"

Schiller was about to speak when a hazy halo swayed on the huge statue of Jesus. The space in front of him began to wrinkle and ripple. In a trance, Natasha saw that the man nailed to the cross had a long wound from his chest to his abdomen.

The internal organs poured out and buried the entire church. Natasha struggled like a drowning fish. When she found that she could breathe again, she saw herself in a room.

Blood, blood everywhere, more and more blood.

Natasha turned her head and saw Schiller, whose figure was also blurred, sitting on the bloody bed and lighting a cigarette, and a fish that had been gutted was lying on the bed.

Natasha did not show any surprise. She just walked to the chair opposite and sat down. She looked at Schiller with a little curiosity and asked, "Who is she?"

"A sponsor." Schiller put down the cigarette in his hand when he saw Natasha sitting opposite him, took out another one and put it in Natasha's mouth, and lowered his head to light her cigarette.

Natasha pursed her lips and took a puff of smoke. Schiller held the cigarette in his mouth and said vaguely: "In order to find the next cold war target, she sponsored the mysterious organization, hoping that the confrontational world situation can continue."

"What does she sell?"

"A preservative manufacturer."

Natasha raised her head, showing a look of understanding, and then said: "It produces doomsday food, right?"

Schiller nodded and said: "Not only that, it is also the source manufacturer of food chemical additives. In short, it hopes that people will pay more attention to how to save their lives rather than how to stay healthy."

The two were silent for a while, and Natasha took the initiative to say: "Do you want to talk about the gun?"

"Your old boss Nick gave it to me. Maybe he was afraid that you would eat me." Schiller couldn't help laughing at the end, and the smoke choked him and made him cough.

"Oh, he actually expects you to fight back with a gun." Natasha snorted coldly, exhaled a puff of smoke and said: "Have you confirmed his recent mental state? How far is he from Alzheimer's disease?"

"He put a condom in the magazine."

"Cough cough cough!"

Natasha almost choked herself to death. She took a deep breath and said in disbelief: "Then you should check whether he has Alzheimer's disease. How can Black Widow still have fertility? I am also immune to most infectious diseases!"

"Usually I will regard this as a hint, similar to 'Don't let me down, kid' "Schiller shrugged lightly and continued, "I took it out and put it in the bedside table in Thor's room, hoping that he would not feel that humans were not hospitable enough."

"Ahem..."

"Well, I deliberately put the gun in the bedside table, and I led you to find it, but I really didn't expect you to come so quickly. Fortunately, your shooting skills are accurate, ma'am, which makes me feel relieved."

"So you are looking for death, then why?"

"Because death blocks the possibility of suicide for me." Schiller first summarized it briefly, and then explained it in detail.

"Many people think that their death is predetermined, but as far as I know, everyone has many possibilities of death, and the final result depends on the collision and combination of countless fate lines."

"Because I took some slightly drastic measures to see death before, usually suicide, so the goddess of death directly eliminated the possibility of my suicide death completely, which means that at least in this universe, I can't kill myself with my own hands."

"But she didn't block the possibility of others killing you."

"Because she thinks there is no such possibility."

Natasha was speechless. Can anyone kill Schiller? The first time Natasha thought about this question, the answer that came to her mind was "impossible", so it was not surprising that the goddess of death made a mistake.

"But she forgot that you are a fisherman. You can take the initiative to catch a shark to bite you to death."

"Yes, Ms. Shark, thank you for your help."

Natasha rolled her eyes and looked at Schiller's smile and said, "The last question, why did you come to the Kingdom of Death again? You are not looking for trouble with death again, are you?"

Although Natasha used a question, the answer in her heart was affirmative. Everyone knew that Schiller liked to look for trouble with death.

"No, it's not for death this time." Schiller's answer was beyond Natasha's expectations, and then she heard Schiller say, "I have known the goddess of death for a long time. Of course, I respect her personal wishes very much and will not forcefully break into her territory without invitation."

"Yes, you changed from forcing to sneaking, what's the point of this?"

"The meaning is that she doesn't know I am in her house. Our goddess of death is not a dedicated woman like you. She prefers to focus on falling in love with some strange creatures. Although this is an irresponsible behavior for our universe, I think it also has its benefits."

Schiller stood up, crossed the bed and walked to the window, looking at the strange fragments outside the window constantly colliding, and said: "Someone and Adam cheated me last time. If he hadn't held me and Stephen, Adam wouldn't have had so much time to mess up New York."

Natasha didn't know the inside story, she raised her eyebrows and asked: "Who?"

"Annihilation and his messenger vortex."

Natasha took a deep breath and said: "Why do you always have trouble with such abstract gods?"

"Why don't you ask them why they always have trouble with me?"

"Well, no one can argue with you." Natasha stood up from the chair, threw the cigarette butt into the trash can beside her, patted her pants and asked: "What are you going to do?"

"Leave here first."