Chapter 2018: Lighting up the Dream in Your Heart (Thirteen)

The afternoon sun was even more scorching, and everyone focused on the indoor projects, going to various theaters to watch performances and taking photos with the princesses in the Princess Fairytale Hall.

Several people were busy, Strange and Nick were busy arresting the little wizards and agents who were having fun everywhere, and then apologized to the affected performers.

Bruce chased Eddie with Venom throughout the park. Venom also inherited some of Batman's abilities, and the two sides launched a reconnaissance and counter-reconnaissance war.

Lucifer and Natasha had afternoon tea together. The two chatted very speculatively, mainly because they were attracted to each other, and somehow they walked to the door of the hotel.

Clark and Diana were not interested in participating in the reconnaissance war, nor did they want to go back to the hotel so early. They were ready to set off to the two westernmost areas to play the unplayed amusement projects.

Loki and Thanos talked about the construction of attractions in the castle hotel, and exchanged the details of the recent interstellar security work.

As for Schiller, his mind was full of his strange dreams, and he and Stark studied what form this so-called Disney magic circle existed in.

Schiller only had the rides in the Future World area left to play, so he and Stark went to the Buzz Lightyear shooting range first.

This project is to ride a slowly rotating car and shoot the surrounding targets with the gun in your hand. Stark had played a round before, so he said: "I suggest you don't have too high expectations. The guns here feel like shit, and even the laser points are crooked."

"So you lost to Steve, right?"

"This doesn't prove anything. Besides, he used to be a big soldier with a gun, and I'm a scientist. Why doesn't he compete with me in speed calculation?"

Stark's tone was full of resentment. Obviously, Steve's performance before hit his self-esteem. Schiller guessed that it was very likely that even if the gun had no feel and the laser point was crooked, Steve could still shoot wherever he pointed, and Captain America and the target could still be evenly matched.

So Schiller said, "My shooting level should be about the same as yours. After all, I am just an ordinary doctor. Do you want to compete again?"

Stark rolled up his sleeves and said, "I won't let you this time. Wait and see."

Schiller and Stark got in the car. Schiller found that the toy gun hanging next to the back of the car seat was indeed a toy gun, and the laser point and sight were indeed a little crooked.

He found that Stark was staring at the gun in a daze, so he lowered his voice and called him. Stark shook his head and said, "I played this with Howard before, and I always won. He said that one day he would let me see a real shooting master."

"And the so-called shooting master he mentioned is Captain America. He said that he never missed a shot and was the most powerful soldier in the world."

"But in fact, Howard's shooting skills are not bad, right?" Schiller had expected it. He said, "People who live in wartime are always good at this."

Stark sneered. "I hate his self-righteous attitude, always coaxing me like a child."

"Is it bad to be coaxed like a child?" Schiller also looked at the toy gun in his hand and said, "At least all the tourists in this park are coaxed happily."

"Stop talking nonsense, I must let you see what a real peerless sharpshooter is."

The rail car started, the speed was very slow, the child on the car held the gun with both hands and kept shooting the target with the laser, while shouting "biubiubiu" in his mouth, and laughed every time he hit a target.

Stark seemed to be really serious. He calculated the angle of the laser point. If he missed once, he would not stay too long and immediately hit the next one.

Schiller also held the gun with both hands and looked very serious. He was not modest. If he still had some personality traits and sufficient fighting experience in cold weapons, he had almost never used guns.

In his previous life, the country where he was born had a strict gun ban. Later, when he came to the United States, he was basically kidnapping or assassinating. The noise of using a gun was too loud, so Schiller had hardly touched a gun, whether in Gotham or New York.

But this also has an advantage, that is, he will not develop the habitual feeling of a veteran gun player.

Stark felt that the feeling of playing with toy guns was awkward because he often went to the shooting range to play with guns. He had an idea of ​​the feeling of real guns. When he found that there was no recoil, he naturally felt uncomfortable.

But Schiller had hardly used a real gun. He thought that this gun that could fire lasers, simulate explosion sounds, and even vibrate was quite fun.

So just halfway through the journey, Schiller's record crushed Stark. Seeing that Stark's face was getting darker and darker, Schiller did not deliberately let him go, but completed the game seriously.

When the track car drove to the end, Schiller nudged Stark with his elbow and said, "Best of three."

Stark snorted coldly, but still walked towards the starting point. In this way, the two played about seven or eight rounds of shooting games, spending a full two hours on this project.

In the end, Schiller won. When he walked out of the game field, Schiller said to Stark, "Didn't you realize that it's not the feel of the gun that affects you, but the sound effect after each shot. That is not a reward mechanism for you, but a punishment mechanism."

Stark frowned deeply and said, "That's too noisy. How can they make a pistol make the sound of a shotgun? My head is about to explode."

"The recovery period of anxiety disorder should not be disturbed by noise. They will bombard your nerves and make your condition decline rapidly. At the end of the fight, do you not want to hit at all?"

Stark didn't say anything, which was considered as tacitly agreeing with Schiller's guess, because every time you hit, you will hear a huge noise, which is too torturous. For Stark, it is rare that the desire to win does not overcome other emotions.

Schiller touched him with his elbow again and said, "This means that you are getting better soon. The paranoia caused by anxiety disorder is fading. You are beginning to learn not to sacrifice your spirit and emotions to meet the needs of paranoia, but to prioritize your own comfort like ordinary people."

"What about you?" Stark asked back.

"I feel very comfortable with my paranoia."

Stark rolled his eyes and spread his hands with an expression that said you are really hopeless.

Then he immediately raised a finger to signal Schiller to shut up and said, "If you turn the topic to your treatment is quite effective and I will double your consultation fee next quarter, I will leave immediately."

Schiller covered his mouth with a fist, cleared his throat and counted the number of floor tiles of the threshold stone.

Then they went to drive the car again. To be honest, this was another disaster, because the design of the kart was a bit small, and both of them were tall, and it was very uncomfortable to curl up in it.

The track was not a professional track. The protective device was a stack of two rows of tires. The length of the straight line and the position of the corner were slightly anti-human. More importantly, this thing was also very noisy.

But in order to compete, they still played three rounds until the staff at the door knew them both. Before leaving, they handed them a few badges with the iconic buildings of the future world printed on them.

Then they went to play the Space Mountain roller coaster. This roller coaster was more exciting. On the one hand, it was indoors, the environment was almost completely dark, and there were only various cool light strips, which made people feel like traveling through time and space.

On the one hand, it has a lot of ups and downs. After Buzz Lightyear and the racing car, the roller coaster was a bit too much for them. After only one ride, Stark held the railing at the door and retched twice, and then said: "I shouldn't eat ice cream and then steak. I feel like my stomach wants to jump out of my body."

"I think we should go have a hot drink." Schiller also felt a little tired. He glanced at the sky and it was already past five in the afternoon.

But Schiller felt that this afternoon's journey was more enjoyable. Although he was always going back and forth between the two projects, he played very focused in order to win.

Stark is a very good game partner. Although his mouth is harder than vibranium, he obviously completes each game seriously, and he will not immerse himself for a long time regardless of winning or losing, but immediately jumps into the next game. Occasionally complaining is harmless and will not spoil the fun.

When both of them are serious about the game, the positive motivation brought by victory is still very strong. It was not until dinner time that they reacted.

When they had dinner, they found a restaurant nearby. It was a formal restaurant, not a fast food restaurant. This time the dining experience was much better.

The restaurant was relatively quiet, the food tasted above the passing line, and the dishes were served quickly. Schiller said while cutting the black pepper salmon with a fork: "I plan to go to the Haunted Mansion again before the park closes. I always feel that the legend is not accidental."

"But didn't you say before that the statue mentioned in the legend would suddenly appear at three o'clock in the morning?"

"I plan to go while there are many people to see if I can find some clues. If there are, I will come back in the middle of the night."

So after dinner, the two returned to the Haunted Mansion like thieves, but this time they did not line up immediately, but pretended to take pictures and started wandering around in the yard where they entered the queue.

The several statues in the Haunted Mansion are behind a small wall. The statues are all cartoon-style busts. The overall size is not very large, and there is a protective belt in front to prevent stepping on the lawn.

Schiller noticed something was wrong, and pointed to a statue on the far right and said, "Did you notice they are a little crooked?"

Stark squinted and looked for a long time, then took two steps back, and then found that the five statues were a little to the left, and the one in the center was not aligned with the central axis, but a little to the left.

"Maybe there is another location there." Schiller recalled, "I just checked on the Internet, and the Haunted Mansion was the last project that Walt Disney participated in designing before his death. Combined with the legend, this is definitely not a coincidence."

"Maybe there is another location there." Schiller looked out at the bustling crowd and said, "It seems that we really have to visit Disney at night."