Chapter 513: Confession in a Dream Tonight (Part 2)

When the two returned to the base of the Glorious Alliance, the atmosphere became a little different, but from the outside, there was no change. Stark was still concentrating on choosing the target path, and Steve stood beside him with his arms folded.

"I guess... it should be this one." Stark frowned. Steve didn't know whether he had found some rules or just relied on intuition, but he still chose to believe Stark.

Flashing again, they found themselves in an open space. The two made a move together, that is, looking up, and what appeared above their heads was an endless tower.

At this moment, Stark seemed to be exhausted and could no longer straighten his back. Steve also covered his face with his hands and said, "It's okay, I knew it... I knew it... It's impossible for him to be so easy..."

"Wait." Stark frowned, raised his head and turned around, then said, "Why is it so quiet here? Where is Schiller? Where are they?"

Steve also recalled the first time he came to this tower. At that time, it could be said that there were a lot of people here, and the corridors were full of Schiller coming and going. At this time, the tower seemed to be much quieter. Although some figures could be vaguely seen at high altitudes, there was no one in the corridors at the lower level.

Steve and Stark were a little hesitant. Professor X had repeatedly reminded them that some rooms in this tower were very dangerous. Combined with Schiller's previous abnormal performance, the two felt that Professor X's reminder was reasonable.

But even so, they still had to explore here. The two followed the stairs from the ground floor to the first floor. At this time, it was empty, the door was closed, and the corridor was dark.

Neither Steve nor Stark had explored the first floor carefully. Even if they paid for membership to play games, they were directly teleported to the reception room on the upper floors.

The two who walked up the stairs found that the tower on the first floor seemed a bit shabby. The ground was not even a floor, but a cement floor. The walls also looked a bit old, and even the wall paint was peeling off. Moreover, the rooms were not as dense as those on the upper floors. They walked around the corridor of the patio and did not see a room.

At this moment, Stark suddenly heard movement in the corridor in front. He quickened his pace and walked over. Steve followed him. As soon as the two came to the corner of the corridor, a black shadow was knocked down by them with a "bang".

The small black shadow stood up, rubbed his forehead, and then looked at the two outsiders with wide eyes, with a very shocked expression, as if he didn't know why they appeared here.

It was a young version of Schiller, very young, wearing very ordinary children's clothes. Stark stared at him for a while, then squatted down, touched his head and said, "Schiller? What about the other you?"

Young Schiller blinked and shook his head. Stark asked, "Don't you know, or can't you say?"

Young Schiller shook his head again. Stark asked a series of questions, but young Schiller didn't answer at all. Steve came over, patted Stark on the shoulder and said, "He doesn't seem to be able to speak."

Stark stood up and frowned at the back of young Schiller turning away. He said, "The good news is that Schiller should still be alive, and the bad news is that some special circumstances have indeed occurred, causing part of his personality to disappear. We have to find him."

As he said, Stark stepped forward to catch up with young Schiller, and Steve walked behind him. Young Schiller didn't seem to care about them following him, but slowly walked into the corridor.

When Stark came to the corridor, he found something unusual. This corridor was different from the corridors he had seen in high-rise buildings. It seemed to be a corridor, and a very old one. There were traces of smeared cement floors, mottled walls with peeling paint, messy wires and mailboxes, and layers of small advertisements...

Steve stopped in front of the small advertisements with words and said, "This should be Chinese, right? Do you know what it says?"

"Renting, unlocking, applying for a certificate..." Stark translated it into English and read it to Steve. Steve raised his eyebrows in surprise and said, "You know Chinese?"

"I know almost all languages ​​in the world." Stark stepped over the debris piled in the corridor and continued to follow the young Schiller.

Although this corridor looked shabby, it was still clean, so they soon arrived at the only door. The door was also different from the doors they had seen before. It was a dark blue iron door with a square-shaped lock and keyhole.

Young Schiller opened the door with some effort using the key, and after opening the door, he walked in and changed his shoes next to the shoe cabinet at the entrance.

After changing into slippers, he walked into the house, while Steve and Stark stood outside the door, looking at the room.

"This should be an ordinary residential building in China." Stark judged: "My company has Chinese employees, and the photos left by their parents' generation show this kind of house layout."

"They have a large living room, the kitchen is on the other side, and it must have a door, with flowers carved on the frosted glass door, and the word "Fu" pasted on the bedroom door..." Stark pointed to the scene inside the house and said, while Steve had already started to change his shoes.

After he opened the shoe cabinet, he looked at the shoes inside and said, "This should be a family of three, the shoes of the male and female owners, and the children's..."

"This should be Schiller's childhood memory." Stark also changed into men's slippers. The two of them walked into the house together and found that the young Schiller was sitting on the sofa watching TV.

"Isn't it not good for us to rummage around in someone else's house?" Steve said a little hesitantly, but Stark said firmly: "Special circumstances require special treatment. We want to save Schiller, so it's okay to find some intelligence here."

Steve finally nodded, and they split into two groups and began to search for clues in this house.

Stark, who was searching in the living room, first saw the photo frame on the TV cabinet. It was a golden photo frame with European patterns on it. Stark picked up the photo frame and saw that it was a photo of a family of three, and standing between his parents was the young Schiller.

This photo was a full-body photo, so the face couldn't be seen clearly. After Stark put the photo down, he began to look for books on the bookshelf. At this time, Steve called from the master bedroom:

"Tony, come here, look here!"

Stark walked in quickly and saw Steve holding an album. They opened the album, which was mostly photos of a family of three. Stark commented: "It's a very ordinary, happy family. It seems that Schiller had a good childhood."

Suddenly, Steve's fingers stopped flipping through the album. Stark looked at the photo, which was a man holding a baby. Steve frowned and said, "No, his father is not ordinary."

"Why? How do you know?" Stark asked.

Steve pointed his finger at the hand closest to the camera in the photo and said, "Look here, gun cocoons."

"His father may be a soldier or an agent, and he is the kind who fights all year round." Steve judged with his rich experience.

He flipped back a few pages of the album, stared at the details in the photos, and then said: "His mother is not particularly ordinary. Judging from the direction of the muscles, her body fat rate is very low. Obviously, she has received professional training..."

"Maybe his parents are soldiers." Stark shrugged and didn't care. He began to look for other clues.

Pulling open the drawer and flipping through the bookshelf, there were all kinds of books inside, without any direction. When Stark took out a thick history book, a few papers inside fell out.

Stark picked up the papers, unfolded them and said with some doubt: "Sensory training?"

Steve came over, and Stark pointed to the papers and said: "This is a record of sensory training. Sensory training is generally for children. Look here, it says here, sensory disorder, the cause is... autism? Schiller is autistic?"

"This is not unexpected. I remember he seemed to mention that he has savant autism." Stark said, touching his chin.

He flipped through the papers with records again, and when he got to the end, he said, "According to the records here, in the later stage of sensory integration training, the subject's body coordination has greatly improved, and he has preliminary language ability, and his language ability is improving rapidly..."

Stark turned the paper over, and there was handwriting left by a ballpoint pen on the back. He read: "On July 24, he was able to call out the names of toys... On August 19, he was able to read a fairy tale... On December 2, he consciously called his parents for the first time... On April 6, he was able to clearly express which storybook he wanted..."

Steve said with some emotion "It seems that Schiller's parents love him very much, and they have tried hard to treat him, and they have recorded the process of him learning to speak."

"Wait..." Stark frowned, looking at the notes and said, "As of April, he can clearly express which storybook he wants, which is no different from the language ability of ordinary children, but..."

Stark turned his head to look at the living room, put down the papers, walked out quickly, squatted in front of young Schiller, and began to ask young Schiller some questions, arousing his interest through language and body movements, but young Schiller just looked at him but didn't speak.

After a while, Stark stood up and said to Steve who came over: "He really can't speak. He can understand what I am doing, but he just doesn't say anything..."

"The treatment should have been successful, so why can't this child who shows Schiller's childhood memory still speak?"

Stark turned around, picked up the photo of the family of three again and began to observe.

At this moment, the light outside the window began to gradually dim, and Stark realized that there was also day and night in this room.

The young Schiller, who was sitting on the sofa watching TV, suddenly stood up. Stark and Steve followed him and watched him walk into the bedroom. Stark shrugged and followed the young Schiller to the bedroom door, then said, "It seems that he has been used to going to bed early since he was a child."

"Okay, go to sleep, kid, we can look for clues somewhere else..."

Just when Stark turned around and wanted to leave the bedroom, he saw that the young Schiller, who wanted to sleep, did not go to the bed in his room, but walked into the closet.

He opened the door, climbed up the grid that was almost as high as him, hugged his legs and curled up, then closed the door.

Stark saw that in the gap between the two doors, the eyes of the young Schiller staring at him were exposed.

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