Chapter 2660 Mayfly World (34)

Chapter 2634 The world of ephemera (thirty-four)

In the afternoon in the Himalayas, the blue sky is as clear as a block of ice, and the sound of sweeping snow comes from the window, like the best hypnotic tune. After eating, Pamela is lying on the table to take a nap.

A yawning Schiller walked in. He had obviously just woken up from a nap. The sound of him opening the door woke Pamela up. Pamela smoothed her red hair, stretched and lay down again.

"How are you? Are you feeling better from the altitude sickness?"

"Much better, but I still feel sleepy and have no energy." Pamela lowered her eyelids with a sleepy expression.

"Are you free now for a simple psychological evaluation?"

"What is that? Does it have to be done?" Pamela looked up at him with some confusion, but her chin still did not leave the table.

"Every superhero here has to do it, but a lot of them have been putting it off for too long."

"What's the point?"

"Continuing to pay attention to the mental health of superheroes can help to understand their mental state and avoid certain disasters caused by their psychological problems."

"This is not feasible in our place. The superheroes we have there all have psychological problems in walking." Pamela smiled and said, "But Harley is always keen on giving me psychological counseling. I think I am fine."

"You would think that the biggest thing is that she gives you psychological counseling and makes you okay." Schiller rolled his eyes slightly and said: "It's similar to one person turning on a flashlight and letting another person crawl, and the other person says, 'I If you don’t climb, won’t I fall if you turn off the flashlight?”

Pamela laughed, and Schiller walked over and rolled her eyelids with his hand and said, "I think you are still in a state of altitude sickness. Your mind is not very clear."

"This is good. Sometimes it's uncomfortable to be too sober. Now I realize the joy of being an ordinary person."

"How is the progress of the experiment?" Schiller had to ask her something serious.

Pamela finally sat up. She moved her somewhat stiff arms, shook her head and said, "It's not bad, at least it's good at cabbage."

"Why is it cabbage again? Aren't you growing herbs?"

"You don't think we really have so many precious herbs for experiments, do you? It's hard to find wild ones now, and the boss named Strange is still obsessed with them. What can we use if we don't use cabbage?"

Pamela took out an experimental petri dish from under the table and placed it on the table. The cabbage inside was smaller than normal, but its surface had a very beautiful rainbow-colored polarized light. It was also a perfect +16 ingredient in a food game.

"Why so small?"

"People here seem to have a misunderstanding." Pamela said: "They think that concentration is the essence, and they think that truly wild medicinal materials will not grow very big. As long as they are small enough, they must be wild, while those giant ones are Breeded.”

Schiller nodded, thinking that Pamela was right. He had chatted with some people who were keen on buying Chinese medicinal materials. They generally believed that overly full and complete medicinal materials were grown in large amounts of water and fat in greenhouses. Only The ones that are small and weird are the wild ones.

"So I reduced the size of the plants I raised. After all, I don't need them to hit people. Then I changed the structure of the plant cells so that they can store extremely weak magic power."

"Do you know what our problem is now? If you make something that is obviously a magical plant, it will not pass the test. This kind of thing is definitely not allowed to be sold. They have suffered a loss."

"This is exactly the problem we want to solve in the next step. Now we have basically found a stable plant cell structure that can be used to store magic power, and we have also verified that an extremely small amount of magic power intake can help balance various aspects of the body of ordinary people. Indicators do have the function of extending life. ”

"And this extremely weak magical energy can also change the magical affinity of ordinary people over time. Once the number of users is large and the range is wide, it can create an effect similar to herd immunity, allowing most people within a certain range to have Magic Affinity.”

"But the specific storage level is still being studied. The one I have is full, so it is inevitable that the appearance will be abnormal. Now we are considering gradually downgrading it."

"How is this grown? Can it be promoted on a large scale?"

"This was hand-trained by the Archmages, but Stark has already developed a broad-spectrum radiation instrument. That is the key to mass production, but half of the people he got are gone, so we have to do the magnitude first Adjust this step.”

Schiller nodded, thinking that this research process was very good. Pamela said: "I didn't bring my experimental assistant over there. The Supreme Mage wanted me to pick a few assistants from the school here, but I I don’t understand the language with them. I really can’t understand Chinese and Indonesian, and their English is not very good.”

"Barry is good at running errands. He has been running back and forth between the laboratory and the Archmage's residence these days, but he can't help with this aspect of research. The Chinese guy you found has pretty good English, but it's a pity that he We have to plan the construction of the village, and there are too few manpower available for experiments. "

Schiller thought for a while and said: "Then I will transfer a few assistants from Gotham Academy of Magic to you. Forget it, just find an acquaintance. Dick and Raven are quite free, let them come over, and I will find some more for you." A Spider-Man."

"Oh right." Schiller said as if he suddenly remembered something: "Have you been close to the mountain recently? Did you hear any noise?"

Pamela shook her head, but soon said: "We put a machine in the cave next to the village below. It is the radiation machine developed by Stark, but the cave is very shallow, and we have sealed it. It shouldn't be a problem."

Schiller nodded. He has also found some news reports in the past few days and learned about what happened on this land. From those secretive words, it can be seen that Chiyou was buried very deep, and there are layers of defense outside. Let alone them, even if Magneto comes, he may not be able to wake him up. There is no need to worry about it.

Coming out of Pamela's laboratory, Schiller contacted Spider-Man who was free with his mobile phone, and walked towards the portal, preparing to go to DC to find a few idle people to pull over for research.

But except for some people who have participated in the fighting world or have been here before, most people are not familiar with him, nor do they know the relationship between him and Pride. It is easy to scare them when he suddenly appears. Schiller had to change into a black suit before leaving. It was time to disguise Pride again.

After arriving in Gotham through the portal, Schiller first went to the other world and caught Dick and Raven, who had been doing nothing recently and were madly in love.

Pride's skin is really useful. The two were like trembling quails, afraid that Schiller would catch them and ask about their studies. Schiller made a gesture of letting them go, and the two ran to the opposite universe happily.

Schiller should have gone back immediately because Spider-Man had already replied to his message, but thinking that Pride had bought a new house before, and Pride never cleaned the house, Schiller decided to go over and take a look.

Schiller drove to his new home, and when he arrived, he found that he had no key, so he could only open the lock through the gray fog and found the phone that Pride had placed on the table.

Because the two universes are not of the same era, mobile phones are not universal. Despite the existence of Wayne and Luthor, the mobile phones used by Pride are still ordinary flip phones, while Greed has already started using miniature holographic communication terminals.

Schiller picked up the ancient mobile phone, but as soon as he opened it, he saw more than a dozen unread messages. Could Pride be so poor that he is being chased for debt?

Schiller pressed the buttons for a long time before opening the text message interface, and then found that the messages were sent by Oliver.

The content of the text message was somewhat irrelevant. It asked Schiller how the move to the new house was going, and then asked Clark if he was doing well recently. It was quite a bit of a side-talk, trying to cover up the truth.

Schiller guessed that it was very likely that Clark was broadcasting the situation in Mexico in the Marvel Universe to Oliver through pictures or texts, and Oliver couldn't sit still.

Judging from the situation in the Marvel Universe, it would be strange if he could sit still. The situation in Mexico in the Marvel Universe is much better than here, because they have been forced to the point of being ready to go, and the country that can give them the greatest support is not the Soviet Union, which is lingering on.

Schiller could see how anxious Oliver was from the few words in the text message, but considering that this person was still stubborn, Schiller decided to ignore it and clean up the house first.

But Oliver was probably also anxious. Schiller had just finished tidying up the living room when the doorbell rang.

As soon as Schiller opened the door, he saw Oliver standing outside the door, holding ingredients and wine in his hands. What attracted Schiller's attention the most was a big fish.

The Schillers didn't have anything they particularly liked to eat, but if they had to choose one, they relatively liked to eat fish. Greedy especially liked to go fishing with Matt around New York when he had nothing to do, and then grill fish while drinking.

For the sake of the fish, Schiller still opened the door. Oliver noticed Schiller's look and immediately smiled smugly and said, "I knew you liked this. Let's go in."

The two walked into the room together. Oliver looked up at the furnishings and said, "I received an invitation to your housewarming party, but my friend was injured at that time and I was taking care of her, so I didn't have time to come."

"Black Canary?"

Oliver looked at him strangely, not understanding why he called the code name. In fact, it was because Schiller forgot what Black Canary's name was, and he didn't pay much attention to this bunch of psychopaths in DC.

"Yes, she chased to the home of the Confession Cartel, but was evaded by those cunning guys again. They also set a trap for her. Fortunately, she reacted quickly and was not succeeded by the other party, but she still suffered some minor injuries."

"That..." Oliver looked up at Schiller and hesitated, "Clark sent me a lot of text messages, saying that he was in another universe, um..."

"Yes, he was just running away." Schiller deliberately said: "Nothing can compare to your previous career, and the small fights he is doing now are just substitutes."

"Small fights?" Oliver raised his voice and said: "They even made it clear, I don't know how they have such courage! Only a few decades have passed, do they think..."

Schiller smiled and said: "Maybe in these few decades of time difference, the greatest miracle in the world has happened?"