Chapter 2696 Hollywood Rhapsody (Twenty-Eight)

Chapter 2670 Hollywood Rhapsody (twenty-eight)

"I'm serious, Stephen, for the sake of our previous friendship..." Schiller sat at the dining table, leaned to the side, and leaned over to say to Strange.

"What kind of friendship did we have before?" Strange interrupted him mercilessly, glanced at him and said, "Did you threaten me with a flying crutch to treat a disease?"

"Why are you still struggling with this?!" Schiller took a sip of wine from his glass and said, "Isn't it just once? I introduced you so many job opportunities after that, don't you even remember it? ?"

"If you have anything to say, just tell me." Strange's tone was still cold, and he was obviously not in a good mood.

Schiller smiled and said: "You know I am a professional psychiatrist. I just did a psychological evaluation on Tony a few days ago. He does have some symptoms of anxiety disorder. His current mental state is not very normal, so if he stays... What did he say..."

Strange had already seen in the Eye of Agamotto what was going on with Schiller's several time travels. He found that Schiller was still struggling needlessly, and he pretended to be confused.

"What did he say?"

"Anyway, it's just those words that don't deal with you..."

Strange stared at him, and then Schiller reacted. He looked at Strange and said, "Did you use the past tense?"

Then Schiller slowly opened his eyes and looked at Strange and said, "You know everything?"

Strange nodded reservedly while holding the wine glass, turned his eyes to Schiller and said, "I am considering whether to report you as a time criminal to the Time Management Bureau."

"That's not necessary. I'm different from those people. I've made sufficient preparations and nothing will happen."

"Do you believe this?" Strange said with a sneer: "What do you think Nick or others will think if they find out that you have done such a thing?"

"They'll think I'm crazy, but it's not like I was crazy the first day."

"You know this can't be fooled, Schiller. I also want to ask you, why are you so obsessed with changing this future? What's wrong with that?"

"Now that you've seen it, you should know that my past is..."

"But you have changed your past now, which means that even if you are famous, there will be no problems with the past investigated by others, and what Nick investigates will be logical, so why are you still trying to persuade me? Trying to reverse your famous future.”

"Very good, you have grasped the point." Schiller turned back to drink, paused for a while, turned over the other hand that was not holding the glass and said: "I think this is completely unnecessary, I don't want to be like Tony. A big star, that to me..."

"Why don't you want to?" Strange asked: "No one does not enjoy the praise and admiration of others, and does not enjoy the attention of thousands of people..."

"I don't enjoy it," Schiller whispered.

"You don't want others to know you, why?" Strange asked.

"Because those false names don't mean anything to me." Schiller was obviously trying to find a reason. He said: "I feel uncomfortable being paid attention to, especially this kind of large-scale excessive attention. It makes me feel I have no privacy."

"You know that's not the reason. If you want to protect your privacy, you have many ways. You are not a person who values ​​privacy very seriously. You can even exchange your secrets at any time, except for what you want. , nothing is truly precious.”

Schiller was silent, and Strange said: "It is better to say that if others know you well enough, they will be like me. You are not as invulnerable as you appear. Once others grasp your lifeline, you will be trapped. Unfavorable situation.”

"That's right." Schiller said, "So I don't want people to know me. What's the problem?"

"But I don't think that's actually the reason." Strange put his elbow on the table with one hand and rested his head on his hand. "It's really scary to expose too many secrets and have your weaknesses exposed in front of others. It's the same for some people." Therefore, I choose to hide behind the scenes and be invincible only if I am mysterious enough.”

"But I don't think that's entirely true of you. You don't want to be famous. It's more of an instinct. Only that instinct would make you do such an irrational thing."

"What's so irrational?"

"Everything you have done before can even be called obsessive-compulsive disorder, because your mind is very clear about how dangerous it is to jump time in this way, and it may even make all your previous efforts in vain."

Schiller frowned at him.

"I don't do this to avoid exposing my weaknesses to others." Strange tapped the table with his fingertips and said, "Thanks to our previous friendship, I can be considered a decent person." A psychiatrist, right?"

Schiller took another sip of wine, smiled, shook his head and said, "You're still far from it." Then he said, "Let me see if you're qualified."

Strange directly pressed the hand holding the wine glass, then took the wine glass away from his hand and said: "Didn't you notice? Once your state starts to get out of control, you will instinctively Seeking solace in alcohol and drugs, the word addict doesn’t do you justice.”

Schiller wanted to grab the glass back, but he didn't want to attract the attention of Stark across from him, so he had to retract his hand and said: "I originally wanted to say that you should treat me to a drink, because you are one of the initiators of all this trouble. But if your analysis is good enough, I can make an exception."

Strange put Schiller's wine glass far away, and then said: "I don't understand those theories very well, but I can tell you your current state from an objective point of view."

"You seem very nervous and anxious, and the things you do start to be driven by instinct rather than reason. This means that you are not in a good state, which means that you may be in the early stages of the disease or have already developed the disease."

"What's wrong with me?"

"It's hard to say, your madness is too complicated, but if you ask me to describe it, it is the discomfort caused by breaking the original routine of life. I guess this should be a symptom of autism."

Just as Schiller was about to open his mouth to say something, Strange interrupted him again and said: "This attack did not just start. Ever since you came back from the fighting world, something has been wrong. Do you remember? Dou The same is true in the world, everyone knows you, and the name Schiller can be said to be notorious. "

"It's famous," Schiller corrected.

"In short." Strange took a sip of ice wine and said, "You have always been accustomed to hiding behind the scenes. This is the law of life you follow. But from one day onwards, this law was broken. Perhaps it is more serious than you imagined. It’s even earlier.”

"Solar system development plan? Changes in Asgard, the destruction of the Superhero Registration Act, and even the establishment of the Avengers? Anyway, after all the forces are twisted into one rope by you, it is almost impossible to stay behind the scenes. ”

"Going deeper, when you start to connect with superheroes instead of just seeing us as a part of your plan and a tool to achieve your goals, it's all doomed."

Strange turned to look at Schiller beside him. He was sure that he saw a trace of imperceptible pain in Schiller's expression, which was still unthinking and instinctive.

Looks like he made the right choice, Strange thought.

With Stark talking and laughing loudly, the atmosphere of the banquet gradually reached a climax. The moment Stark looked over, Strange raised his head, and sparks burst out between their eyes, but they were full of aggression. There was an unknown meaning hidden under his gaze.

Back to 20 minutes ago, Strange watched Schiller walk into the banquet hall, but he did not follow Schiller in. Instead, he turned and walked to the bathroom next to him, stood in front of the window and took out Argo Motorcycle Eyes.

Strange turned around and saw Stark walking quickly towards the banquet hall, his tall and tall figure disappearing in a flash.

The light gradually brightened, and at the moment when time condensed, Strange's figure disappeared. When he reappeared, he had returned to Columbia University's medical school. The current time point was 14 years ago, which was the chase between Schiller and the agents. Six years after the war.

Strange didn't stay any longer. He found the dormitory where he was, opened the door with magic, and placed another spell on himself at this point in time. He used magic to change into a younger self, and dressed himself at this time. Wearing a windbreaker, he came to the professor's office.

"...Yes, I'm ready, Professor, I know the risk is too high, it's almost a gamble on my career, but I have to do it, I can't just watch the patient die in pain …”

Strange knew how real the expression of compassion on his face was, so real that he couldn't even tell whether he actually had some pity for the patient who completely changed his career.

The professor opposite didn't look very good and didn't seem to be looking forward to it, but Strange also knew that there was nothing he could do about choosing him. If the long-famous old professor hadn't been suddenly ill, no one else could afford the surgery. The responsibility for the failure will not go to a novice surgeon of his age who is not even 30.

But Strange was absolutely sure, because just a few months before the banquet, he had just completed a perfect neurosurgery. The type of surgery and the condition of the patient were the same as today.

Sure enough, he performed perfectly and shocked the entire medical community. No one knew how this young doctor, who was less than 30 years old, could perform so perfectly, but this did not prevent them from praising Strange and praising him. altar.

This operation changed Strange's life, and he became a veritable hand of God.

But this was just a starting point. Strange accepted all the flattery and praise, and participated in various experience sharing meetings and teaching surgeries as usual, until one day, Strange met Obadiah.

He knew that Obadiah during this period was still Stark's good uncle, and he was ambitious in taking the Stark Group to a new level.

No one would not want to have a good relationship with a highly skilled and unique surgeon, even if he is not even 30 years old and is just a young man, but as long as he has the skills to bring the dead back to life, he has enough capital to talk to anyone on an equal footing.

Under Strange's deliberate behavior, Obadiah quickly noticed this rising star in the medical field, and unsurprisingly wanted to recruit Strange into his private medical team.

Strange's request to continue working at Presbyterian Hospital was nothing to Obadiah. Most of his private medical team were part-time, and one more would be of no consequence.

In this way, Strange joined Obadiah's private medical team, which was also part of the Stark Group, and entered the company he least wanted to work for in the future as a private medical consultant.

As expected, he met young Stark.