Chapter 1638 No Time to Die (I)

In the apartment room, Gwen Spider-Man lay weakly in front of the table, looking at the headache-inducing thesis vocabulary on the tablet. Schiller stood behind her on the left, and Natasha stood behind her on the right. Gwen Spider-Man sighed and said.

"Are you kidding me? You two are dead and you won't let me go?! And I said, I pressed spell check, but the software I used is not that smart. I am not a native of your universe, and I don't understand your advanced artificial intelligence error correction. You have to understand this."

"Then what about these word adhesions without spaces, missing periods and mid-word paragraphs? What about so many soft returns that mess up the format?"

"Maybe I was dizzy when I wrote it in the middle of the night and pressed the wrong one." Gwen Spider-Man searched for excuses. She wailed and slapped the table like a puddle of mud, saying, "Forgive me, I am not good at studying! If you really can't do it, why don't you torture Gwen in your universe? She will be happy to have academic discussions with you."

Schiller walked to the window of the apartment and sat down He sat on the chair and looked at Gwen Spider-Man and said, "You have to come up with a decent article, otherwise what can I use to fool Professor X? Only if he thinks you have learned well from me will he temporarily give up the idea of ​​transferring you to his hospital."

Gwen Spider-Man sighed deeply and resignedly began to revise her paper. After she revised it, Schiller looked at the details of her article on a tablet and asked, "I heard that you are very interested in punk culture?"

"Part of it." Gwen Spider-Man handed the two cans of soda he had just taken to Natasha and Schiller, and then said, "It's hard for rock players to avoid this."

"Which band do you like best?"

"Sex Pistols, a cliché." Gwen Spider-Man sat on the bed with her legs apart, her hands on the edge of the bed between her legs, and said while drinking soda, "I think they are revolutionary. "It is life-threatening and far-reaching."

"It is true in the rock music world, but what about death punk?"

Gwen Spider-Man thought for a moment and said, "I rarely have the opportunity to discuss this, because as soon as people hear this term, they think it is something that a group of hooligan youths wearing black lipstick and nails on their bodies who are doing nothing on the streets should do. People don't want to let themselves fall to this level, so they usually avoid talking about this topic."

"I heard that you also study nihilism."

"Punk itself has a nihilistic nature, but I want to correct a misunderstanding. Although I am also interested in mysticism, they are actually opposites. Mysticism emphasizes existence but unknowability, while nihilism emphasizes meaninglessness and non-existence."

"You said you don't often talk about this with people, so have you ever had the opportunity to talk about it?"

Gwen Gwen Spider-Man took a sip of soda, nodded and said, "I still have a few friends. I often discuss this with the bassist in the band. Compared with the common nihilistic view that truth does not exist, the view I hold is more like 'truth is unattainable, so all pursuits are futile'."

"It's the same if you replace truth with any other word. Humans have too little. Even if the universe is so rich, tragedy still appears from time to time in the life of an individual. It's better to give up and accept this fate that can only be empty and not practical."

When Gwen Spider-Man said these words, there was no decadence or sadness in her tone. It was like an academic exposition of her own views, and Schiller did not want to refute or convince her. He just said, "It's an interesting view. Have you heard of any celebrities who hold similar views?"

"Too many. Of course, the most famous one is Nietzsche, European nihilism, etc., but I am not very interested in politics and philosophy. I still prefer rock and roll."

"Do you think the trend of praising nothingness is natural? "

Faced with this question, Gwen Spider-Man was a little stunned. She frowned and was about to say something, but Schiller shook his head and said, "I'm not saying this is a cult, but do you think that humans can recognize nothingness without interference?"

Gwen Spider-Man thought for a while, then said, "I'm not sure whether we have recognized nothingness now. Human beings' understanding of the universe is very superficial. We interpret this as non-existence, perhaps just because we can only understand it to this extent."

"Do you think you understand it more deeply than others?"

"Uh... I..." Gwen was a little confused by Schiller's questions. She grabbed her long hair behind her head with her hand, sat cross-legged on the bed, looked at Schiller and asked, "Why are you suddenly concerned about this? Dean Schiller, you don't look like someone who would be interested in punk."

"I think you should answer my questions directly, especially when your paper is still in my hands, Miss. "

Gwen Spider-Man sighed, waved her hands in front of her face and said, "I can't say I understand it very well. This is not because I am modest. I just said that I don't know much about philosophy. At best, I understand some musical styles. "

"Then how about writing a paper from here?"

"Huh? ? ? "

Gwen Spider-Man stared at Schiller, and the expression on her face seemed to say, "Isn't your map of Yan a little too short?"

Schiller looked at the contents of the tablet in his hand and said, "I only mentioned the spelling errors and formatting problems of the paper before, but not the content. If I must comment, this paper will cause a considerable blow to my education career. I don't recommend that anyone other than me see this article."

"Ah, is it really that bad?" Gwen Spider-Man hummed a few times like fake crying. Schiller put the tablet on the table next to him, shook his head and said, "I don't want to force you to learn something you don't understand, so I want to find a topic that you are interested in. You have to complete a paper."

Gwen Spider-Man hesitated and said, "Writing it out is better. There is no problem, but I have never written about this kind of subject, and I might write worse. "

"Punk culture and nihilism are relatively niche subjects. As long as you have your own opinions and have something to say, it won't be too bad. It's better than opening up a new track in mature disciplines such as sociology and international relations, right?"

Gwen Spider-Man had to agree. She didn't want to transfer to the college where Professor X was. Charles was a very experienced teacher and was very strict about learning. At that time, Gwen Spider-Man would not be able to work hard for three days and rest for two days like now, and still earn enough credits.

Just as Gwen Spider-Man was thinking about how to start the topic, Schiller said again: "Have you considered the relationship between nihilism and religious studies and theology?"

Gwen Spider-Man slightly widened her eyes, but she still shook her head and said: "I don't know much about these two aspects. Should I write about similar topics?"

"I think you can analyze from these two aspects. You mentioned before that nihilism and mysticism are completely opposite, and mysticism is inseparable from religious studies and theology. It should be a good idea to start from this."

Gwen Spider-Man nodded while thinking, thinking that what Schiller said made sense, and at this time Schiller stood up, picked up the tablet on the table and handed it to Gwen Spider-Man, then said: "We have something else to do, so we'll leave first. I hope I can see your masterpiece next time I come here, Miss Gwen."

"Uh, when is that?"

"How about three days later?"

"Oh my God! This time is too short!"

"This is a repayment for your past time wasted, go."

Ignoring Gwen Spider-Man's screams, Schiller and Natasha left the apartment rented by Gwen Spider-Man, returned to Arkham Sanatorium, took a car out of the underground parking lot, and drove towards Manhattan.

Driving to the next destination, Natasha asked curiously: "Punk, nihilism and Gwen Spider-Man, and the thesis that I can't understand the most, Schiller, what are you doing?"

"I'm also curious about what you are doing, Dr. Schiller."

A voice came from the back seat, Schiller turned his eyes slightly, and saw Hela appearing in the back seat from the rearview mirror.

Hela was still dressed as if she had just walked off the catwalk. She reached out and gathered the hem of her thick fur coat, gave Schiller a barely perceptible smile, and said.

"People who have just died will have the breath of death, and I was given the responsibility of guiding the dead souls of the nine kingdoms not long ago. You are also within my guidance range. Do you want to go to the underworld? Your friends probably wouldn't think you were there."

"If it were another time, I would be very happy." Schiller smiled apologetically at the rearview mirror, and then said, "But I'm a little busy now, ma'am."

When Schiller said this, he couldn't help but stare at the rearview mirror. Hela's face reflected in the mirror looked even paler. Compared with Frigga, Hela looked more like Odin in both appearance and temperament.

It's not that she is not beautiful enough, but that kind of aggressive and sharp temperament is far more noticeable than her appearance, but if you look closely at her appearance and facial features, there is also a unique flavor.

Hela has a very typical Nordic look, with a full forehead, a flat face, and a very obvious jawbone, which forms a distinct cheek depression with the cheekbones, which is usually considered a sign of sexiness.

Perhaps because she has lived in the underworld full of death for many years, her hair and eyebrows are thick black, her eyebrows are raised high on the brow bone, her eye sockets are deep, and she wears a dark green and slightly pearly truncated smoky makeup, and her lips are also greenish black.

Such an image may be a bit strange on humans and does not conform to the public aesthetic, but if it is placed on a female warrior of the Gods who is nearly 1.9 meters tall, it is particularly reasonable.

Schiller slowly stopped the car, circled behind an apartment building and returned to the ramp where he turned before, then turned in another direction. Natasha, who was sitting in the passenger seat, raised her eyebrows and asked, "What's wrong? Why did you change the route?"

"Because I just thought of a better way, Your Highness Hela, since you didn't notify my friends as soon as you found me, I guess we are on the same side. In that case, can you help me?"

Hela seemed to be quite interested in Schiller's eyes looking at the rearview mirror. She flicked her fingers lightly and asked, "If I help you, how do you plan to repay me?"

Natasha immediately took a breath of cold air. She looked at Hela from the gap between the two seat cushions of the co-pilot seat and said, "I advise you to put away that bold idea. Guess why I am here?"

"I saw the scene after your passionate exchange. It was quite interesting. Are you interested in other people's internal organs?" Hela asked, looking at Schiller's eyes in the rearview mirror.

"I am only interested in fish internal organs." Schiller shook his head slightly, turned the steering wheel, and said in a polite manner: "It is not elegant to chase other fishermen with a fishing rod when you can't catch fish."

Hela laughed deeply. She understood Schiller's refusal, but she just found this description funny. She sighed and said.

"Okay, then what do you want me to do for you?"

"Mind being a star for once, ma'am?"