Chapter 2707 Hollywood Rhapsody (39)

Chapter 2681 Hollywood Rhapsody (Thirty-nine)

When Stark saw the thin mist floating over, his eyes widened, and he didn't even care about the pain in his body.

Of course he knew who the mist represented, but the question was how could Schiller in this era have mist? Couldn't he turn into mist because of the symbiote? There were symbiotes in this era?

Wait, Schiller also traveled back in time, right? !

Stark, who suddenly realized that he had found the truth, roared in his heart: "Schiller, you dead liar!!!!"

But before he could make any extra moves, he found that the originally floating mist suddenly stopped.

The air is flowing, and anything in the air cannot be completely still, which makes the abnormal things completely separated from the air, forming a unique weirdness.

Garrett turned back suddenly, but Stark saw it more clearly than him. The mist disappeared in an instant, and a small figure appeared behind everyone.

Stark thought it was Schiller. He did have the face of young Schiller, but his clothes were blood red.

"Ah!!!"

Stark took a deep breath and sat up from the bed. In his hazy vision, the ceiling chandelier was shaky.

A pair of warm hands immediately held his hands. He turned his head and saw Howard with bloodshot eyes looking at him.

"Oh my God, you're okay." Another pair of hands hugged him into her arms. Maria said in a crying tone: "You're okay, little Tony, God bless..."

Stark's reason gradually returned, and his memory returned to his brain. Then he couldn't help but shiver. The bone-chilling coldness brought by some memory fragments that night made him freeze there.

Howard obviously discovered his abnormality. He opened his mouth and said, "Don't be afraid, Tony, you just had a nightmare. You've woken up. Mom and Dad are by your side. There's nothing to be afraid of."

Yes, there's nothing to be afraid of. How can an adult be scared by a nightmare? But Stark still held Maria's hand tightly. It was because he was an adult that he knew it was not a nightmare.

That was... Schiller?

Maybe it wasn't him, but at least part of him. The boy in bloody clothes was a moment in Schiller's life.

Stark began to tremble uncontrollably.

He felt that the emotion that filled his heart was not fear, and he couldn't even find a word to describe this emotion.

He felt fear, but the fear did not come from the cruel means he witnessed. Stark was just wondering, which moment in Schiller's life made him so cruel?

If you have to explore it in depth, this emotion is probably a kind of despair - even if this past, which seemed desperate enough to him and Natasha, was still made up by Schiller.

But the purpose of making up this story was not to pretend to be miserable, but on the contrary, to cover up some cruel truths that could completely defeat people like Stark.

People cannot imitate the cruelty they have not seen, and the moments of life that have seen this cruelty appear in the image of children.

At this moment, Stark understood that Schiller repeatedly concealed his past and kept making up new stories, perhaps because the real truth could not be known to most people, and the weight of the past was enough to crush superheroes like him.

Maria hugged him tightly. After Stark became an adult, his parents would no longer do such things, so he felt the long-lost comfort from his mother's arms.

He lay on the bed and thought for a long time. Suddenly, as if he remembered something, he looked at Howard and asked, "Where did you get me back from?"

"No, Tony, no, you never left..."

"Answer me!" Stark said in a raised voice. He looked at Howard, especially staring into his eyes and said, "Don't treat me as a child who knows nothing! I have grown up!"

Howard stroked his eye sockets with his hands, constantly stroking his cheeks, and said with some sobs, "At the door of the factory."

"Someone provided the police with a video of your hijacking. The police found you through the surveillance camera, but they said... There was a murder case in the factory." Howard described vaguely, "Several people died. Judging from the traces at the scene, you should have been dragged out from there."

"A murder?"

"Yes, it is currently speculated that it may be caused by factional strife within a terrorist organization. It is also confirmed that the deceased is the kidnapper who kidnapped you. It may be that their mortal enemy does not want them to successfully threaten me with you, so..."

Howard really couldn't say it anymore, but Stark looked into his eyes and said, "But all this can't explain why the murder scene is like that, right?"

"You saw it?!" Howard was shocked and said, "Weren't you knocked unconscious?"

"No...no...Maria, we may need to hire a psychiatrist for him." Howard said, "I'll contact him now."

Stark swallowed his saliva and tried not to recall what he saw as much as possible, but those scenes were still played repeatedly in front of his eyes, as if he was possessed.

Maybe Howard was right, he needed a psychiatrist earlier, but the ones Howard found were not professional enough, Stark thought, he happened to have a psychiatrist friend.

Natasha was still sitting behind her desk browsing short videos when she suddenly saw a flash of light in the next room. When she walked over, Stark was lying on the floor vomiting.

Natasha quickly walked over and helped him up and said, "What's wrong? Are you the kind of person who has an allergic reaction to time travel?"

Natasha quickly took out the allergy medicine, but Stark rushed to the bathroom and vomited profusely. When he came back, his face was as pale as a ghost.

"What happened?" Natasha realized that things were not that simple. She said, "What happened to you in the past?"

In fact, she had a bad feeling in her heart. Could it be that Schiller happened to commit the crime?

But that's not right. At the time when Stark went there, Schiller was probably still a child. He didn't see Schiller in child form under the tower in the abyss. He shouldn't have started committing crimes so early, right?

Stark collapsed on the sofa, let out a long sigh, drank the water Natasha handed him, and then said: "You know something, right? You know more than us. "

Natasha sat on the sofa next to her. There was only a small coffee table between them. She didn't hide anything. She nodded and said, "I have also been to Schiller's Tower of Thought, just with you." The place I went to was different, and I saw more Schiller there, more...dangerous Schiller.”

"Don't blame me for not telling you." Natasha immediately defended herself: "Obviously, Schiller has some bad pasts. These Schillers may have happened at that time. They... I don't know what to say. What can I say, superheroes can’t listen to this.”

Stark glared at Natasha.

Natasha still thought that Stark was angry at her concealment, so she had to explain more deeply: "I think you have heard about the fact that Schiller and I died together. It was when I didn't take you fishing that time. That's when I saw one of them, very, very, very dangerous, more dangerous than anyone I've ever seen."

"Yes, one fact that is not easy to accept is that Schiller may have been a criminal. I can't tell you that because it sounds too much like sowing discord, and no one will believe it."

Natasha had obviously been holding it in for a long time. She said with some despair: "Do you think I haven't secretly reminded some people? But Schiller in those abyss seems to have a kind of magic power, always pulling ignorant lambs towards him. Come closer over there, my tips are completely thankless.”

"Don't look at me like that. Isn't it the same for you? Greed is already very gentle, but you still circle around him every day. What if you meet those...those people I can't describe well? "Hey, are you going crazy?"

Natasha can be said to be sincere. She said: "Don't think that because you have strong willpower, you have to challenge the limit. The best way to defend against them is not to know them at all..."

"You said it a bit late." Stark stared at Natasha and said.

Natasha was stunned by Stark's forbidding gaze. She looked at Stark and asked tentatively: "Have you met them? Which one of them? What is their approximate image?"

Natasha calculated in her mind, it would be okay if she encountered manipulation. The relatively older Schiller was more stable and would not attack without reason, but if it was the man in black or the semi- The one with long hair is in a bit of trouble, but the two of them are very quick to do it.

Could Stark have had a fight with them? He hasn't had one yet, has he?

"A little boy in red clothes." Stark said with a somewhat painful expression. Apparently he didn't want to remember. After being stunned for a long time, he started to retching again.

Natasha was stunned, little boy? She seems to have never seen any little boys. Could it be a personality trait of Schiller's childhood?

"What did he do?" Natasha asked instinctively.

"No...I don't want to tell you." Stark gritted his teeth and said, "I need a psychiatrist now."

Natasha was shocked. She said: "What did you just say that you need a psychiatrist? You admitted that you were sick??? My God, what happened to you?!"

"Stop asking so many questions! Call me a doctor quickly! Ugh!!"

Natasha was even a little at a loss. She said, "Who do you want me to call? The only psychiatrist who can come here now is Schiller."

"No... Schiller can't do it now." Stark still had some sense at least. After retching for a long time, he said, "I can't let him know what I saw when I went back to the past."

Stark thought that Schiller didn't recognize him at all. In order to play the trick to the end, he said: "I have to find the Schiller of the past, that is, the Schiller who has not traveled back to the past."

Natasha helped him pick up the time machine and asked, "That must be at least the time when he has become your psychiatrist, otherwise the time when you two first met will be changed."

"Just...that's it..." Stark was already a little confused. He meant to agree with Natasha, but in fact, he wanted to let Natasha throw him to a point in time after the first encounter. Schiller charges him so much in consultation fees every quarter, what's wrong with seeing him one more time?

As a result, Natasha misunderstood. She thought that Stark must have met this for the first time. She pressed the time machine and threw Stark directly to the day when he first met Schiller.

"Oh my God!!!" Stark, who fell in a daze, heard Pepper's scream, "Tony! Tony?! What's wrong with you?!"

Then there was an even more angry roar, "I told you a long time ago that you must see a doctor!! You are already in this state, and you still want to avoid seeing a doctor?!"

"You must listen to me this time. I will find you a psychiatrist immediately. He will be here this afternoon!"

All encounters are reunions after a long separation