Chapter 335 S: Glorious Event (XIV)

"What? Kamar-Taj has already built a large portal?... How big is it? Can it reach the moon?... Okay, I know, wait."

Stark hung up the phone and said angrily: "These wizards must have gotten ahead of themselves. They actually solved the problem of material transportation first. Doesn't that make my research too slow?"

Banner was still writing the information slowly. Stark was angry when he saw him. He said: "This is a competition, understand? We can't lose to those magicians! I must prove to them that mechanical technology is the best way out for mankind!"

Banner yawned and said: "The universality and utilization plan of vibranium materials are... I have already finished part of it. The data analysis report of 69 available alloys is there. The utilization rate of Mercury's global magnetic field belt has been transmitted. There is only one last bit left for the geological exploration report and structural reorganization of the crater..."

"Stark, you have time to complain. Can you finish the exploration robot work on your hand quickly? We are all waiting for you..."

The person next to him pushed Banner's arm with his elbow and whispered to him: "Don't put too much pressure on him. After all, people have limits..."

With a "whoosh", the mecha flew in from the window, broke the glass with a "click", and instantly armed Stark.

Stark pulled down the visor and said to Jarvis: "The life support device is turned to the maximum power! Next, I don't want to waste a little time on solving physiological needs!"

"Limit? Stark was born to define limits!"

As he turned around, he gave the two people sitting in front of the experimental table a middle finger.

Banner looked at his back as he left. He hesitated and said, "Is it a bit too much for you to let me stimulate him like this? He won't really die suddenly from staying up all night, will he?"

"Don't worry about him. How do you feel? Is the medicine effective?"

Banner turned his head back, sighed, and said, "I took the medicine according to the doctor's orders for a while before I came here, but the effect was not great."

"Hulk is immune to all tranquilizers. I took the medicine one second ago, and he came out the next second, and there would be no sluggishness."

Schiller shook his head and said, "Your situation is really too troublesome. Gamma rays strengthen your body, but it is your other personality that can control this power."

Banner also sighed. It was obvious that he had been troubled by this for a long time. Schiller continued, "Last night, I took the medicine. I have read all your medical records and psychological counseling reports, and now I have some inspiration. "

"Is it the new treatment you mentioned before?"

"Yes, I have also brought in an expert who is very good at this. If you are willing, we can have a consultation tonight. Even if we can't solve the problem fundamentally, we may be able to improve your condition a little."

"That's great." Banner took off his glasses, rubbed his eyes, and said: "I really hope to end this terrible life as soon as possible, but he is like a lingering devil. No matter where I go, I have to worry about the damage he may cause all the time..."

"Because you are a good person, you have this psychological burden. Don't worry, even if the problem cannot be solved psychologically, we can also solve it physically. "…

"Physical level? What do you mean?"

"It's not the Hulk that bothers you, but the damage caused by the Hulk, right?"

"Yes, I know that the Hulk is one of my personalities. I have mentioned this in the previous treatment..."

"Okay, I know, you don't have to repeat it again. The Hulk is the product of your childhood trauma. You have come out of it, but he has not, so it is normal for you to sympathize with him."

"I know this is a bit irresponsible. He is so good at destruction, but I don't want to destroy him because he has taken on those childhood shadows for me."

"But I have always lived in fear that he would hurt others. As you said, I don't hate him, but I hate the damage he brings."

"Before, I have also showed you. There are magic in this world, isn't it? Take a mage and send you to a corner of the Milky Way in the process of transformation. Anyway, as long as there is no one, it is enough to wait for Hulk's breath, and then send you back. "It is too long" "You should be more clear than me. What is unknown is that as long as you can use this method to avoid the damage caused by Hulk, reduce your inner guilt, stabilize your mental state, and then supplemented with long -term treatment, there may be the possibility of completely solving the problem." ”

His tone was obviously more lively than before, and then he asked in confusion: "Why is it at night? I have basically finished my work. Can't I start now?"

Schiller shook his head and said: "Noon is not a good time to drink."

"Drink?... What kind of wine?"

The light outside the window began to gradually weaken, from a somewhat dazzling white light to a warm sunset glow. Schiller walked to the window of the Arkham Sanatorium office and drew the curtains. Banner sat on the sofa and looked at the glass of wine in front of him. He felt a little dizzy.

"My God, what kind of wine is this? Just smelling it, I already feel a little..."

He shook his head hard, put his hand on his glasses, and before he pushed it, he felt a flash of white light in front of his eyes, followed by a hazy darkness.

Banner felt himself falling in the darkness. As he fell faster and faster, the wind whistled in his ears. After the light flashed again, Banner sat up from the sofa. He turned his head to look for Schiller's figure, but saw a bald old man sitting opposite him.

Schiller bent down and put away the wine glass in front of him. He introduced to Charles: "This is the patient I mentioned to you before. He has a big problem."...

Then he introduced to Banner: "Now, we are in your consciousness space. Simply put, in your dream, the wine just now can make people dream."

"In the dream?" Banner asked puzzledly: "How is it possible? Isn't this reality? Why is it so real?"

"Real? Are you sure you have 7 fingers?"

Banner looked down at his hand and found that he did have 7 fingers on his hand, but he didn't feel anything wrong.

"This..."

In general, Bruce Banner is still an ordinary person. Even if he is very intelligent, his worldview still remains within the scope of ordinary people. He touched his shoulders and chest and found that the touch was extremely real. Then he looked up at Schiller and asked: "Is this the new treatment you mentioned? This should not belong to the field of psychology, but the field of mysticism, right?"

"No, all of this is rigorous and logical. You have to believe me. I am not a quack."

Charles said: "Can you open up some of your memory permissions to me? I need to find the lesion first before I can think about how to solve it."

"...Okay, what should I do?"

Banner As soon as he finished asking, Schiller snapped his fingers, and Banner's figure disappeared. Schiller explained to Charles: "I blocked his consciousness first, because the root of his psychological problems comes from childhood trauma. If he experiences it again in his dream, I am afraid he will have a mental breakdown."

Charles nodded and said: "It is good to be cautious. This is also for the safety of the patient."

As the two talked, the surrounding scene slowly changed. The exquisite wooden floor faded layer by layer and turned into gray tiles. The walls of the room also moved forward a little bit, and the space became smaller. The floor-to-ceiling windows became narrow and small gray windows. A little boy squatted in front of the cupboard, and a man with a full beard was beating him.

Schiller and Charles were standing at the door of this small and broken kitchen. Looking at the little Banner who was suffering from domestic violence inside, Charles sighed and said: "I knew it would be like this."

"Most patients with multiple personality disorder have fabricated a virtual personality because they have been subjected to strong mental stimulation, and because their own personality cannot withstand the harm caused by such stimulation." Schiller said to little Banner.

And just as he finished speaking, the little Banner, who was squatting on the ground and crying, suddenly turned into a green behemoth. He roared angrily, cried helplessly, and vented his anger to everything around him.

"Fear." Charles said very firmly: "His anger comes from fear. I can clearly feel that he is very afraid of violence, but only violence can vent the anger brought by this fear."

Schiller and Charles were completely unaffected by the crazy Hulk because they were in the consciousness space.

Schiller continued to analyze: "While he was deeply hurt by violence, he also longed for the authority brought by violence. This is also the common point of most manic personalities. They have been hurt by violence, but they bring violence to more people."

"The reason why they can't control themselves is that fear and anger make them lose all sense of security, so they want to find a measure that can bring them a sense of security."...

Charles continued: "...and this measure is to resort to violence."

"Let's not talk about this for now. How to solve this problem? With all due respect, it is unlikely to eliminate this personality with ordinary psychotherapy, and Banner is unwilling to eliminate this personality that represents his childhood trauma."

"I can delete it by force, but it's meaningless." Charles sighed. Seeing Schiller's somewhat interested look, he explained: "I can modify people's memories at will. This kind of thing is as simple as eating and drinking water for me."

"I can even delete all his memories of domestic violence, and not a trace will be left."

"But people's thinking and consciousness are not that simple. Everyone's thinking has inertia, and when I modify their memories, it's like pulling a building block out from the bottom of a very high pile of building blocks."

"Perhaps at the moment when that building block is pulled out, the entire building block tower can still maintain stability, but if you want to build it up again, there will be a risk of toppling, and the higher it is, the more dangerous it is."

"Violent deletion and modification of memory may not only cause memory confusion, but also personality collapse. People whose memories have been forcibly deleted will feel that their behavior patterns are completely inconsistent with their memories, and their way of thinking about problems has no roots, which will lead to their mental collapse."

"It seems that we can only start with him. My idea is to guide him to build a mind palace of his own, so that he can control when Hulk comes out."

Schiller snapped his fingers, and he and Charles returned to his mind palace. The two walked out of the room, came to the corridor of the tower, and looked down. Schiller introduced: "In fact, I also have some very dangerous personalities. Once they occupy my body, they may do some crazy things."

"But in my mind palace, there are traps and levels specifically for them. You must climb up layer by layer to get to the surface consciousness."

"The activity of the personality is also related to the mental strength. The part of the strength allocated to them is consumed by him in the battle of wits and courage with traps and levels. Naturally, he will be more obedient and will not interfere with my actions."

Charles stared at the bottomless tower and said: "I have never thought of this method, so I am not sure if it will work, but I think I can try it."

"If, as you said, his personality is a monster that will cause great damage, then even if it can be controlled a little, it will be a great improvement, and the situation will not be worse."

Soon, Banner's consciousness appeared in Schiller's mind palace again, but this time, the three of them came to the floor.

Schiller explained his thoughts to Banner, and said: "Next, I will take you to visit my Mind Palace. You can draw some inspiration from it to construct your own."

"As you can see, this is the first floor. This black floor represents the bottom of my consciousness. I have reinforced it countless times to prevent some personalities from falling down. Then they can never be found again."

"Hmm..." Banner made a nasal sound that was a bit puzzled. Schiller turned his head and asked him: "What's wrong? Is there anything you don't understand?"

"That's not the case. I understand everything, including the Mind Palace theory you just mentioned. I'm just a little curious. What's the matter with the pit in the middle?"

"Uh... This is a problem left over from before. Wait... ..." Schiller took out the phone from his pocket and said, "Hello? ... What's wrong with you? Didn't I say last time? We have to fill the hole we dug last time. What if someone falls into it? ... What? You're on vacation? You're on vacation before the work is done, you... Hello? Hello? ? ? "

Schiller hung up the phone, he curled his lips helplessly and said, "Don't worry, it's just a temporary passage, it should have been sealed, but the person who made this thing is on vacation, and it should be filled when he comes back. "

"Let's go up, pay attention to the stairs, and don't touch that handrail, there may be a trap on it. Next we come to the first floor, which is also a relatively early building. Look to the left, there are two rooms here..."