Chapter 2733 Hollywood Rhapsody (Sixty-Five)

Chapter 2707 Hollywood Rhapsody (Sixty-five)

Nick was very alert and slowly approached the door. Schiller was telling Felix a joke about the suburbs of Berlin. Felix laughed happily, and there was an abnormal red on his pale face.

Nick put his hand on the gun at his waist, and Schiller leaned forward to check Felix's fundus and listen to his heartbeat with a stethoscope.

Nick still refused to relax until Jones pushed him and whispered in his ear: "You can't treat him as a criminal and ask him to be a doctor at the same time. Relax."

Nick sighed, walked in and said: "Since you are here, I won't talk nonsense. Felix's father was an officer who helped us when we first came here, but he died, so we used his old house as a base and took care of Felix at the same time."

"This child has a congenital heart disease, but he didn't have surgery when he was young, so he has been very weak. The doctor said he didn't live for a few years. We need to If he wants a surgeon to perform surgery on him, would it be you? "

Schiller listened carefully to the sound in the stethoscope, his face gradually became a little solemn, he turned to look at Nick and said: "He has completely missed the best period for surgery for congenital heart disease. If he does it now, the effect will not be so good, and there may be greater risks. "

Nick didn't talk nonsense with him, sat down by the bed and looked at Felix and said: "Do you want to have surgery? Felix, it may make you healthier in the second half of your life, but it may also make you die or maintain the status quo. Bet whether you can live past 25 years old. "

"Of course I want to have surgery "If I die, I won't blame anyone. This is just a joke of God. But if I can survive, maybe I can do something good for the world to repay God for letting me go." "Good things will happen to pious children." Schiller said, "God will definitely stand by you and me." Jones was obviously a little worried, but he didn't say anything to stop him. Nick paused for a moment, then said, "I can get a ward in the field hospital, but it certainly won't meet the sterile standards of the operating room, and the drugs are only very common ones, but I can get a complete set of surgical instruments. , do you think this is okay? "

"No problem." Schiller stood up and said, "It's a reward for helping Magda and Anya. God bless you."

"One last question." Nick didn't give up his position, but said in a muffled voice: "Are you really the church killer?"

"No, I'm not." Schiller answered very confidently: "I don't have any need to kill them. I'm just a doctor."

Nick stared at him with the deep eyes unique to agents, but finally gave up his position. Ten minutes after Schiller left, Nick received a call, and there were different lengths of ringing on the other end of the phone.

Nick's eyes widened, and he immediately called Jonathan to copy down the code. Looking at the numbers gradually appearing on the paper, Nick's lips trembled a little. He slapped the table and said, "Quick, go check this coordinate!"

Schiller quickly returned to Eric's home. He picked up Anya from the cradle and shook her, and sighed at the little girl who was born not long ago.

"Do you believe in my professional level?" Schiller turned to ask Eric.

Eric looked at him in silence, but finally nodded. Schiller said, "Thank you, because I have no way to prove my professional level now, it's great that you believe me."

Eric had a bad feeling.

"Anya won't live past 10 years old."

Schiller almost heard a flash of lightning ringing in his ears. He turned his head and the sparks from the magnetic field disappeared, but everything around him was becoming unstable, and all the metal objects were shaking.

"If you destroy her home now, she may not even live to 5 years old." Schiller said very bluntly: "You should understand that this situation is almost inevitable when born in this era."

Eric pursed his lips tightly, showing an unprecedented broken expression. He couldn't accept this fact at all.

"Now you have two choices." Schiller said: "Resign yourself to burying her in the grave, or find a way to let her live in another way."

Eric almost rushed over and snatched Anya from Schiller's hand, as if he was eager to use something to resist the death that might exist everywhere for her.

"What can you do?" Eric asked him. "Can you feel human brain waves?"

"No, I can't." Eric gave an answer that was beyond Schiller's expectations. Schiller was slightly stunned, and then said: "Well, you are too young, maybe you really can't do it now."

"The human body will perish, but brain waves can be preserved in another way-everyone has a spiritual world, which can accommodate not only your own brain waves, but also others' brain waves. Brain waves are actually another form of magnetic field. If you can accurately find someone's brain waves in the magnetic field, then you may also be able to use the magnetic field to preserve brain waves and put them into your spiritual world."

"In this way, Anya can get rid of the body that tortures her and live in your spiritual space. Maybe when technology develops in the future, she can also have a new body."

Eric shook his head and said: "A fantasy."

"No." Schiller looked back at Eric and said, "You know it's not, you know you can do it, but to say the least, you should know that there must be mutants in this world who can do this. ”

Eric was stunned, and then he let out a long sigh. He looked at the young figure among the swaddled babies. In fact, he was smaller than most healthy children.

Because her mother was homeless for most of the time she was pregnant with her, and suffered an accident during childbirth, her ill health was almost obvious. Eric could not refute anyone who predicted that she would not live long, and he was already in his heart. I admit it, I just don’t want to accept it.

"Are there really such mutants?"

"There will be." Schiller said: "But you must promise me that when you find him, you must show that you are only attracted to him and have found the god you want, not for anything else. "

"Why?"

"Because if you don't act like you are voluntary, he will definitely try to make you voluntary, and you are a born kidnapper. It is not a good thing to lose yourself."

At that time Eric just thought he was talking nonsense.

"It's been too long since I've seen Anya." Charles said, with a hint of complaint in his tone. To Eric's ears, it was the same as saying that you hadn't let me nag in your head for too long.

Schiller was right. If he was a born kidnapper, then Charles was a born hostage. He was always used to playing the victim, a little too good at it.

Eric finally looked up from his homework. Charles thought they could finally talk. Then Eric took out two documents from nowhere. Charles glanced at them and found that they were Wanda's two sons. physical examination data.

"Wanda asked me to help her take care of the child for two days." Charles said, "Actually, I have never taken care of such a small child. Maybe I need your help."

Of course, Charles is also very good at dressing up as sweet bait and making offers that others can't refuse.

Eric was still reading the physical examination information, looking very absorbed, and occasionally fell into memories, as if he was comparing the similarities and differences between the two children and Anya's original situation.

"Wanda asked me if she should let her father hold her hand and walk to Jarvis during their official wedding. She said she didn't like this part because it made her look like she was being controlled. items, but she respects tradition and doesn’t know whether to cancel it..."

Here it comes again, if the sweet bait covered in honey still can’t lure the target, it will be followed by a sharp fishhook. At this point, almost no one can refuse.

Eric put down the information in his hand, looked at him and said: "If I go, I will not put her hand in any man's hand unless he can snatch her away from me."

"No, Eric, you can't do this." Charles looked helpless. He said, "Children always have to grow up, and maybe Anya is the same. She also has to grow up, start a family, and stay a child. It's not fair to her."

Again, no one knew how to prick someone's heart better than the Master Mind Reader, but he had done it so many times over the decades that Eric was used to it.

"Helen Stark is already planning to be 5 years old again." Eric said: "This shows that children don't think growing up is a good thing. If Anya thought so, she wouldn't run to fight with raccoons and yellow mice. Let’s play together.”

Charles sighed deeply, showing a helplessness that could not convince Eric at all.

"I think our drama is almost over." Eric said, "The mutants no longer have time to play victims. Don't you think about changing the drama?"

"What did you say?"

"Are we really out of control?" Eric looked into Charles' eyes and said, "Are mutants forced to be helpless even for one minute without any choice?"

Charles fell silent.

"Just like all the out-of-control you and I, just like all the out-of-control of mutants, is it really because we have no choice at all? Or is it just that we want to vent our dissatisfaction, find a reason for ourselves to kill unscrupulously, and continue to play the role of an unscrupulous person? Victims favored by God, so as to appease the fragile hearts of ordinary people and alleviate their jealousy? "

"You can't say that, Eric, there are still many mutants who are indeed uncontrolled..."

"But they can't cause much damage." Eric said, still staring intently into Charles's eyes: "The ten most serious cases of mutant out-of-control destruction in history were all caused by nearly flawless Alpha and above mutants. , and actually the Alpha level and the Omega level are not that uncontrollable at all, are they?"

"Ability does get out of control..."

"But how can those frightened ants have the guts to provoke a newly enraged lion? You are asking them to act panicked, as if this is not under their control and they are victims too."

The surprised and questioning expression on Charles's face finally disappeared, and he stared at Eric's face as if he was a little angry.

"You just use this trick to kidnap ordinary people and tell them that even though we are so powerful, we have weaknesses, so we are just like you. Or to put it simply, you are paralyzing them."

"You make powerful mutants appear uncontrollable and painful, so that all ordinary people think that being a mutant is not good, but you know how well mutants with perfect abilities live."

"For this, you even sat in a wheelchair for decades, just to make ordinary people think that mutants are very powerful, so what is the price? In fact, there is no price at all, you are just performing."

"That is just to reduce the hostility of ordinary people." Charles said with a glance, "As long as they think that we are not living well, they will not be so easy to target..."

"It is this kind of performance that makes them have the courage to target, thinking that ants can defeat weak lions when they rush up, so that persecuted mutants are more likely to stand together. You know how many such children are admitted to Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters."

Charles finally couldn't help it, he slammed the table, "Eric, do you want to fight?"

"Angry out of shame." Eric commented.