Chapter 2302 Gotham Music Festival (15)

"Helen's situation is special." Schiller racked his brains and said, "She actually existed, but her form of existence is different from ours. Then she merged your genes and had a second life."

Loki narrowed his eyes, as if he saw through Schiller's trick, but after a while he still retracted his gaze and said while washing his hands: "Do you think it is possible..."

"No possibility, it's not your problem." Schiller shook his head and said.

"It is obvious that my mother is not a frost giant, and may not even be a god." Loki lowered his head and said, "I am afraid that Laufey thinks she is not worthy of the stage. If she has noble blood and a prominent status, she will not be abandoned there even if I have congenital defects. Then the blood of the frost giant in my body will be diluted."

"And the Aesir has lived on Earth for so long, but there is almost no blood left on Earth. This is because once the blood of the Aesir is diluted to a certain extent, the demigods with blood can no longer have offspring. This is the innate ability of the Aesir to protect their blood."

"I guess that's not the reason." Schiller shook his head and said: "Your biological father is the king of the Frost Giants. His strength comes from his noble blood. Even if you only inherited half of it, it is very likely that the concentration of your blood is even stronger than that of ordinary Frost Giants. You will be abandoned, which is why Laufey looks at you as an heir. It's not that you are too weak, but that he has too high requirements."

"Take a step back and say that half of the blood cannot be said to be diluted to the end. If it is the reason you said, then there will be no pregnancy reaction first and then disappear. This is the key."

Loki thought, wiped his hands and slowly walked out of the bathroom. Schiller also wanted to go out, but he ran into Bruce head-on.

"Don't leave yet, doctor. I have something to ask you. How did you create Aisha?"

"Ah?"

Bruce sighed and said, "Talia asked Selina and I how Aisha was born, but Aisha was not born by us at all. You made her."

"To be precise, your professor made her." Schiller immediately began to blame, "I was sleeping in the tower at that time and didn't know anything."

Bruce looked at him suspiciously, and Schiller shook his head and said, "I guess Arrogance doesn't know either. There are some coincidences. Aisha was there. Our behavior is just equivalent to giving her a second life."

Although I think Schiller is just making up a reason to perfunctory, Bruce has to admit that what he said makes sense.

Aisha was actually a parallax monster. Just because she doesn't look like human aesthetics, we can't deny that she has a soul and life. Aisha is at most equivalent to a backdoor listing.

The same is true for Helen. She is Doomsday, but some changes happened when she was hatched, which made her have some human nature.

The situations of these two children are too special. There are not many steps in the birth process that can be related to the human reproduction process, so naturally they cannot be used as a reference.

But Schiller is also thinking about why Loki and Talia can't make it.

Originally, this was a problem that could only be investigated by exhaustive method. First, exclude their own reasons, then investigate the practice location and environment, and finally consider the problem of equipment problems.

But if Wanda and Jarvis are used as control groups, then the problem is obvious, because Wanda and Jarvis also have racial barriers, but they made it, which means that it is very likely that the problem is that Loki and Talia are not from the same universe.

Schiller thought about the so-called concept of soul synchronization that Professor X mentioned to him, which may be because there are subtle differences in the souls between the two universes.

Of course, it is also about love. This is Professor X's point of view. Although it is a bit idealistic, considering that no one in the world is more suitable for idealism than him, it also makes sense.

The metaphor of lighting a newborn's soul may have its own truth. If you want the flame to burn, you need another flame to ignite it. If there is no passion or love, the flame will be very weak even if it is lit, and it will easily go out.

When Schiller came out of the bathroom, everyone had almost finished eating. It can be seen that this meal made everyone very satisfied. Most people leaned back in their chairs, drinking the remaining drinks and chatting with others.

When Schiller returned to his seat, Jason lowered his voice and said to him, "Doctor, do you have any plans tonight?"

"Never, what's wrong?"

"We plan to go night fishing." Jason couldn't keep the secret for three seconds, and he said excitedly, "We mentioned some fishermen's home-cooked dishes, and then we began to wonder under what circumstances they were cooked. Bruce happened to have a good trawling yacht. We plan to go and see it tonight. Do you want to go?"

Jason's tone was full of excitement, and his expression was more lively than usual. He actually always wanted to go fishing, but unfortunately fishing in Gotham is a very dangerous activity, and it can even be said to be an extreme sport. Alfred does not approve of them participating in this activity without sufficient military support, but for Alfred, there is no time when there is sufficient military support, so Jason has never fished.

Now that Alfred is gone, the elders at the table seem to be very reasonable, and Bruce is almost persuaded by them.

What Jason didn't expect was that Schiller didn't answer immediately, but stretched out his hand to press his shoulder and gently pulled him over, then asked him to turn around, helped him adjust the loose strap buckle on one side and said, "Are you sure you want to go? The cold sea breeze, the shaking fishing boats, the dazzling fish lights, the sea where you can't see anything, and staying up all night until the sun rises, and then you can't open your eyes and take a nap on the hard bed."

"Oh, God." Jason sighed and said, "Don't be so realistic, I was looking forward to it."

"I went there once, and it wasn't very fun." Tim lay on the table, his hand on his forearm and said, "My dad and many My uncle and aunt went together. I was too young to hold the fishing rod and catch any big fish. I just stared at the sea all night. "

"Then let's not drive a trawler." Victor suggested, "Just drive a big boat. You can fish on the deck. The environment is much better than a small yacht."

Lex took out his cell phone and said, "I have a yacht parked not far from Gotham Bay. The employees should not be off work yet. I'll ask them to drive over."

Before Jason could say anything, Spider-Man's table erupted in deafening cheers, and then a crowd of people gathered around the table, shouting "Yacht Party Night" and constantly twisting their party dance poses.

Jason showed a desperate look, Schiller touched his head and said with a smile: "You may have to wait until you grow up to play the quiet night fishing in the Old Man and the Sea, and if you want to fight the big fish in Gotham, you must grow to at least 200 pounds."

Knowing that Schiller was going, Victor immediately wanted to take Schiller to play billiard. He said: "I have long wanted to try playing billiard on a yacht. There is a kind of beauty that combines physics and probability."

"Don't count on him." Natasha said: "It will be his bedtime soon."

"Is it 4 hours later?"

"What a joke." Natasha raised her eyebrows and said: "At most half an hour, he will definitely sleep soundly."

Everyone in Gotham looked at each other. There is Schiller who goes to bed early and gets up early in this world. There are really many strange things in the world.

However, when they were rushing to the dock, something unexpected happened. The police car was chasing many gangsters' luxury cars on the road, and as a result, a car that lost control was stuck in the middle of the road.

The police explained to them that a very serious fight broke out in the North District, and the entire district was in chaos. What was more serious was that the Godfather was missing, suspected to be kidnapped, and might even be dead. They were now hunting for the murderer.

Everyone knew from Schiller's expression that this was not beyond his expectations, and it was also the only way for Gotham to move towards order.

It took some time to wait for the tow truck to tow the scrapped car away. There was a traffic jam ahead because of the same traffic riot. It was almost 10 o'clock when they arrived at the dock.

The people in the car watched Schiller close his eyes and fall asleep in the back seat. When the car arrived at the dock, Schiller was unconscious and seemed to be sleepwalking.

"Doctor? Doctor? Are you still there, doctor?" Jason asked cautiously, "Are you awake?"

"Of course not." Peter said while playing with his phone, "But don't worry, all functions are normal."

Jason obviously didn't believe it. He stood in front of Schiller and stretched out his arms and waved them continuously, as if he was afraid that Schiller would trip over something if he walked like this, but Schiller didn't react at all and kept walking forward at a constant frequency.

Peter snapped his fingers and said, "If you want to ask this, doctor, Tony Stark's consultation fee..."

"2 million US dollars an hour."

"Bruce Wayne's..."

"3 million US dollars an hour."

"Wait." Jason said, "You see, I said he was out of his mind. They are both the richest people in the world, and Stark's era must have had more serious inflation than ours. Why is he 2 million?"

"No, this just shows that the doctor is sober, because Bruce's illness is more serious than Stark's. In addition to charging according to the proportion of assets, the severity of the illness must also be considered."

Jason suddenly realized, but soon said, "No, this is too unclear. Batman is 1 million US dollars more serious than Tony Stark?"

"It's Bruce Wayne, not Batman." Peter spread his hands and said, "If it was Batman, the doctor would only say that I am a doctor, not God."

Jason covered his forehead.

In the cool night breeze, a huge yacht stopped at the dock. The fire in the cabin illuminated the slightly dark dock, and it also echoed with the fierce gunfire in the North District.

With the warm welcome of the yacht staff, everyone boarded the yacht. The brightly lit city was getting farther and farther away in the field of vision, and the skyline became a faint light band.

Just as everyone walked towards the interior of the yacht, a bright figure landed in front of the deck. Lucifer waved his shining wings and landed, shook his head and said: "No one invited me to the yacht night, which really shocked and saddened me..."

Natasha was stunned, not because of Lucifer's wings, but because she suddenly remembered that Schiller, who was extremely sleepy and had not slept yet, would be in a trance, and he had a serious tendency to phototropism in this state.

"Hey, Schiller, I'm talking about you, how can you not... what's wrong with you? You... ah!!!!!!"