Chapter 2791 Star Core Rescue (Fifty-One)

Chapter 2765 Star Core Rescue (51)

Regarding the behavior of Stark and Strange, Schiller only had two words to evaluate it - divine gold.

But anyway, putting the timeline back is just one more memory. When you know what is going on, it is more like experiencing certain stories in a parallel universe.

In fact, it is because of Schiller's special nature that he is not completely from this world, so the timeline he split cannot form a complete universe. Otherwise, the two fragments in Strange's hands can become countless single ones. one in the physical universe.

Stark quickly went to the Time Administration to cover the time fragments, so Schiller had an extra memory in his mind that he was taken to the Soviet Union and adopted by Howard Stark, but in fact he was not like that Yes, this memory is also in the tower of thinking. It is superfluous.

Strange, who lost, didn't show much anger. He looked at Schiller and said, "You weren't who you were when you were in college, right?"

Schiller nodded, and then said: "But that time, I traveled back in time and met you."

Strange showed a sneer and said: "I knew it, but it seems like you didn't know what happened to us at that time."

"My memory was erased." Schiller shrugged and said, "The revenge of a group of small-minded guys."

Strange didn't show any surprise. He just shook the artifact in his hand and said, "Obviously, you can figure out what we said from this memory of mine. I don't care if that guy wins." No, only this memory in my hand is meaningful to you."

"Okay, make a price." Schiller said calmly.

Strange kept smiling, walked to the opposite side of Schiller, and handed the Eye of Agamotto to Schiller. As soon as Schiller stretched out his hand, the shining crystal ball disappeared in an instant.

"I'm very confident in your control over this universe, so you can find it yourself." Strange raised his lips and exposed his teeth, looking at Schiller and said, "Just like you found my arm."

"Childish and boring." Schiller commented. He walked back to his desk and sat down. He continued to read the information in his hand and said without raising his head: "You have to go to Texas with me in two days, Lisa. The body of Oaks has almost recovered, and it’s time to ignite the soul.”

Strange noticed the coffee cup that had been placed opposite Schiller. The coffee in it had not yet completely cooled down. He reached out and touched it. The coffee was still warm.

"You have another visitor today? Who is it?" Strange asked, narrowing his eyes.

"It has nothing to do with you." Schiller raised his head and looked at Strange and said, "Did the Earth Defense Network show that the devil invaded the earth?"

"Of course not." Strange shook his head and said, "But I know what you are referring to. Karma Taj received news from SHIELD and asked to investigate a demon named Nightmare. So far we have not People have dealt with him.”

Schiller nodded, packed up the information in his hand, and then said: "If you are free now, go ahead. I am always a little worried about Lisa's condition. I want to finish it quickly to avoid a long night of nightmares."

Strange nodded, and the two of them boarded the plane without saying a word. Schiller slept with a blanket, and Strange read the consultation report. The plane landed in Texas not long after.

Strange was not very used to the too bright Texas sunshine, so he could only go to the same optical store and bought fifteen hundred dollars of sunglasses with Schiller's gloating expression.

When the two arrived at Lisa's house, they were doing farm work. A large family rushed out of the barn. Strange took a few breaths of fresh air smelling of cow dung and frowned slightly. .

"Have you ever done farm work?" Schiller asked.

"Just a little bit. Although I am a resident of a small town, I did not grow up in a farmer's family. I only made feed for the cattle in the pasture during the summer camp."

Although he said this, Strange did not show any distaste. He just raised his head and looked at the decoration of Lisa's home, seeming to miss his boyhood.

Lisa's face was quite rosy, and she was dressed like a typical Texas girl in jeans and boots. Oaks followed her. Although she was taller, she was not as capable as Lisa and her father.

"Don't mind, doctor, we just finished dealing with the cowshed." Lisa fanned the air with her hand and said, "There might be some smell. How about we go outside to talk?"

Schiller nodded, and Strange followed him out. The four of them stood at the door. Schiller said: "We plan to conduct soul ignition tonight. In fact, you don't need to do anything. Just sit together. Just think about each other.”

Lisa's eyes widened, but then she blushed a little and said, "Is that okay, we don't need to do some... ah... necessary for reproduction, I mean..."

Oaks screamed, and the big man's face turned red. Lisa had to pat him and said, "Don't mind it too much, doctor. Oaks is from the north, he is just a little shy, but we are not too particular here." ”

"No, madam, if necessary, I will definitely inform you in advance to prepare for privacy, but in fact this child is quite special. He does not appear in your body in an ordinary way, although pregnancy and delivery are still required. , but the entire reproductive process is not required.”

"That's good." Lisa breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Actually, I'm a little worried. If I have to get pregnant naturally, my body may not be able to... Well, I hope everything goes well."

"How did you meet?" Strange suddenly asked, but he seemed to just want to find a topic to talk about, which was better than talking about cow dung.

Lisa suddenly frowned slightly. Schiller thought she didn't want to answer this question, so he said, "It's okay, ma'am. I heard that you have milked the cows, and the disinfection and sterilization work should have been completed. Maybe we can have some milk tea?"

"Oh, you sound like a British." Lisa smiled and turned to walk in, but Schiller found that she glanced at Strange before turning around.

Sure enough, near dusk, Schiller wanted to go to the ridge to get some fresh air. He had just walked out of the door and Lisa followed him. The rejuvenated Texas girl caught up with Schiller in a few steps and said to him, "Who is your friend?"

"You don't know him?"

"I seem to have some impression, but we are not well informed here, and my mental state was not good some time ago, so even if I have seen him, I may have forgotten it."

"He is Stephen Strange, a very famous surgeon, known as the Hand of God, and he is also the Supreme Sorcerer, so he must be present for the soul ignition. "

Lisa showed some hesitation, and Schiller asked inquiringly: "What's wrong? You seem to be very interested in him."

"No, I mean, are you two very good friends?"

"Yes, what's wrong?"

Lisa hesitated even more, and Schiller had to comfort her: "Don't worry, ma'am, I'm not the kind of person who will listen to one side and believe it. If there is anything, you can tell me directly, and I will make my own judgment."

"His voice..." Lisa raised her head and looked into Schiller's eyes, and said firmly: "It's exactly the same as the person who talked to the middleman in the dream."

Schiller's eyes widened instantly.

"Are you sure you didn't hear it wrong, ma'am?"

As soon as this question came out, Schiller knew there was no need to ask again, because he had remembered the most shocking part of all the information related to the nightmare.

"I swear I'm not lying. The voice that said the middleman couldn't do it in my dream was exactly the same as Mr. Strange's." Lisa lowered her eyes and said, "If this dream is not an ordinary dream as you said, then maybe..."

"Yes, I know, I know, ma'am." Schiller repeated it twice, and then said, "Let's go back first. I'm going to talk to Stephen."

The two of them returned to the room. Schiller knocked on the door of the guest room where Strange was resting. Soon, Strange, who had changed into pajamas, opened the door with a hint of doubt in his eyes, because he had clearly explained that he wanted to read the report, and it would be better if no one disturbed him before things started.

In fact, Schiller was the one who should not disturb him the most, because they were both doctors and knew each other. Schiller knew that he hated it most when someone disturbed him when he was fully engaged in something.

"Unexpected situation, Stephen, sorry." Schiller apologized first, so Strange let him in. Schiller glanced at the report on Strange's desk. Very good, no problem, it was the anatomical diagrams that seemed to be more suitable for appearing in the files of major cases.

Then he looked Strange up and down again, and asked tentatively: "How is your father recently?"

"He was defeated by the disease again, and now he is working in hell." Strange said: "I will let him return to the Sanctuary of the Most Holy as a cleaner or something in a while, but he probably just wants to go home."

Schiller was not surprised. Strange's father has always been in poor health. In fact, he had died once before, and then died again. After Strange rescued him, he died again. In the end, Strange was too lazy to rescue him.

The main reason was that after rescuing him, this stubborn old man did not change his living habits. He didn't need the disease to hit him hard. He fell down with a light touch, so Strange simply found Mephisto and arranged a job for him in hell, but I heard that he didn't do it well, and he was still drinking and bragging every day.

"What's wrong?" Strange looked at him and asked.

"Do you remember the nightmare I told you about before?"

"I know, I know you are eager to find out what's going on with him, but you have to give us some time." Strange sat back in the chair, put one leg up high, looked up at Schiller and said, "You shouldn't be such a person who doesn't know the priorities. It's more important to ensure Lisa's health than to track down the mastermind."

"Yes, but the premise is that it is really Nightmare who attacked Lisa, not something else related to him, or...people."

Strange frowned deeply, and said, "Do you mean someone drove Nightmare?"

"No, there is a more terrible possibility." Schiller shook his head slowly and said, "He is Nightmare, and Nightmare is him."

"Who?"

"You." Schiller paused and said, "To be precise, another you."

"Who is he?"

"Doctor Strange, the power of dreams."

Stomach cold, vomiting and diarrhea plus fever

Everyone must not turn the air conditioner too low, it's honest not to believe in evil