In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 1018: Schiller in 1991 (on)

"The Days of Being a Spiritual Mentor in Meiman"

After the superego finished saying this, Schiller was not very surprised. After all, there are very few outsiders in this tower, and the clown infected by the clown virus is counted as one. Also count as one.

After his eyes moved away from the dead body of Schiller lying on the table in front of him, he did not fall back to the face of the superego, but looked at the chair behind the table.

It wasn't a very comfortable chair, or even an ordinary chair, it was a metal fixed chair from the 20th century torture chamber, with locks everywhere.

In the whole room, there are no windows except for a small light bulb hanging on the top. Schiller knows without looking that the door behind him is tightly closed. Smile, not very friendly.

"If you want to entertain me, you don't need such strict measures." Schiller shook his head and said, "We are one person. If it is beneficial to me, I will not run away."

"But this is not to prevent you from escaping." Superego tapped the tabletop again with his fingertips and looked at Schiller. Schiller paused for a while, but his face remained unchanged. The superego fiddled with the lock next to his left arm, and he said, "Don't you think that I will have some psychological burden on the type of food?"

"Wrong guess again." The superego commented, and then he went on to explain: "This is to prevent some too violent personalities from getting excited in the middle."

After finishing speaking, Superego glanced back at Schiller's corpse on the hospital bed. Schiller followed his gaze and began to observe the condition of the corpse instinctively. Judging from the appearance, the corpse was wearing an ordinary shirt and Suit pants, the wounds of the lost limbs are very smooth, and they should have been finely cut.

When this conclusion just appeared in Schiller's mind, alas, he suddenly denied his own idea, because he found that there were some special marks on the wound on his arm that shouldn't appear, which made Schiller feel very uncomfortable .

He frowned, and said with some disgust: "What the **** are you doing? No, stop your actions, take the plate away, I won't eat this stuff, you've made it too ugly , oh my god, I'm having trouble breathing..."

Schiller's breathing really became a little short, even worse than when he was not merging smoothly before, Superego pursed his lips, walked around the back of the chair, and buckled the lock. On the wrist of Schiller's right hand, he said, "Look, that's why I'm immobilizing you, I didn't make that wound."

As Superga leaned down and put the waist lock around the back of the chair, he said, "Do you still remember that we had some trouble before, so I let Sick go out?"

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Schiller turned his head to one side, trying not to look at the problematic wound, he nodded absently, and the superego continued: "Before he left, I was worried that his soul power was not enough, so I asked He came here and wanted to see him off with a sumptuous banquet."

"But you know, that guy is always overly excited when facing this kind of scene. I cut the food for him and left. I thought he would just sit there and eat, but I didn't expect , he is not satisfied with the food on the dinner plate at all..." Superego shook his head, and said helplessly, "Do you think the missing piece on the right side of the wound looks like a tooth mark?"

"Damn it!" Schiller cursed, he suddenly became very irritable and began to struggle continuously, the superego patted his shoulder lightly, so Schiller calmed down, but he was still panting Roughly, with a low tone, he said:

"That made me feel really bad, he did something so wrong and completely irreparable, I think, I should get out of here now, go get some medicine, I feel really bad... "

When facing another self, Schiller always seemed more straightforward, and the superego shook his head and said: "I advise you to go up after eating, your fusion has just been completed, and you need to replenish your strength Time, and you should have thought of it, Batman is no longer so easy to deal with."

"He's not important at all. If it wasn't for the curse, I wouldn't bother to care about him." Schiller's face became a little pale again. Buckle the act of pinning him to the chair.

The superego stretched out its hand, pressed Schiller's neck, pulled him back, let his back completely lean on the back of the chair, and then fixed his neck with the lock of the neck, saying: "When the little guy from the lunatic asylum came here, he refused to take off his mask for life and death. When I did it, he almost bit me."

"Of course." Schiller still hung his head, but because the lock was on his neck, he couldn't lean forward, so he could only lower his head slightly, look at the ground and say, "I told you , guilt, is a good knife."

"We should all remember that during the hospitalization period, at the beginning, no one noticed that I was not given enough medicine, which caused me to get sick, completely out of control, and bit the nurse who had been taking care of me. Just a normal guy who almost died."

Superego went on to say: "That little guy is the product of that psychological trauma, so he has been reluctant to take off his mask since he was born."

"However, he has gotten better recently, because he found out that the hippo goddess said that she was serious about introducing her daughter to him, and even Kungsu meant this. A son-in-law who can beat...he has been hiding in the ward recently."

The superego showed a smile, arranged the plates on the table, then walked to the hospital bed, and began to prepare food, and Schiller, who had fallen into a state of anxiety again, spoke very quickly although his tone was weak:

"No, don't cut it like that, go to the muscle...yes, right, just cut it there...no, the cut is too deep, God, you screwed up everything, throw that piece of meat , I won’t eat it!”

"No, I don't want that part, I'm different from Hannibal, I don't eat offal, it's fishy, ​​you better leave it to the gluttonous guy who doesn't pick..."

"No facial musculature, too low in fat, tastes bad, neck meat is good, but there's a big problem with the way you handle it...you put it in the frying pan, you're crazy, come on Click Dump!"

"I have to say, your skill at chopping vegetables is very good, did you learn from Batman? The way you put the meat in the grill reminds me of some vegetarians, I mean, not bad... "

"Clang!"

The superego tapped the edge of the baking tray with a shovel, rolled up the eyelids, and looked at Schiller from above the eyes. Schiller looked at him without showing any weakness. Then the superego lowered his eyes again and said: " If you don't shut up, I'll cut off the meat from the wound you hate the most."

"Let me just say, this chair is used to prevent me from escaping, right?"

After Schiller finished this sentence, he stopped talking until the superego prepared all the food, then stood at the table, cut it into complete squares with a knife, stacked them neatly on the plate, and then used a four-pronged fork The two central tines pick up the food and deliver it to Schiller's mouth.

Schiller shook his head and said, "Don't think I didn't see it. You missed turning this piece of meat once. Take it away quickly."

Chaoga took a deep breath, showed a smirk, put down the fork and knife, and walked out of the room.

After a while, he took a piece of black cloth, folded it diagonally in half and then in half again, and folded the square cloth into cloth strips, and then covered Schiller's eyes, behind his head Hit a knot.

"Do you think this is useful? Do you think I can't taste it?" Schiller didn't show any weakness, and Super Me fed him another piece of meat. Schiller chewed it after eating it, and then said: "This It's not the one just now, it should be the lower part of the brachioradialis muscle, besides, the heat is good..."

The fixation measures of this chair are very perfect. There are locks on the neck, shoulders, upper arms, wrists, upper abdomen, lower abdomen, thighs, calves, and ankles, so Schiller can't move at all. Make a relaxed posture, but because the back is too tight against the back of the chair, it still looks a little stiff.

So, he could only pretend to be relaxed and said: "This proves that you are good at cooking, I think, now we can talk about the main topic... I mean, the system."

"You can continue to express some opinions on my cooking skills, I don't care." Superga said while handling the food on a plate.

Schiller stopped talking, and he ate another piece of meat fed to him by Superme, chewed it for the first time, and said at the same time: "It has a little tendon, the taste is good, but the heat is not good."

The movement of Chaowo's hand paused for a moment, but he still said: "Since you were the first to wake up when we landed, didn't you find anything abnormal?"

"I was the first to wake up, but it doesn't mean that I was conscious at the time. At that time, our souls hadn't fully adapted to this body, and we couldn't mobilize our brains to think, so we couldn't find any abnormalities."

"But..." Schiller changed the subject, and he said, "I can speculate based on what I saw at that time. The first and most important point is that the system landed before us."

"In other words, the system did not come here bound to our soul, but stayed in the original body, waiting for our arrival. I guess, the only conscious you at that time should be more conscious than me. I discovered this early."

As the superego handled the food on the plate, it said, "Indeed, at the time, none of you were conscious and therefore did not notice that when we came into this world, we experienced a long buffer period, and at the end of the buffer period After that, the tower fell."

"When the tower fell from mid-air, there was only one person on the barren and blank land, and that was him, the system, or Schiller."

"Do you think he is the original Schiller?" Schiller asked, "I mean the real Schiller, not us outsiders."

The superego shook his head. Although Schiller couldn't see his movements at all, his negative attitude could be heard from the time interval between his speeches.

"I am very sure that he is not a soul, nor does he have any consciousness. In short, he is completely different from us. If we have to say it, it is just a force, a force so huge that we can't even imagine it."

Under the cloth strips covering the eyes~IndoMTL.com~ Schiller frowned. To be able to be called an unimaginably huge power by the superego means that this so-called system must have a strong background.

Without him, at the beginning, Marvel Schiller carried out a series of operations in Marvel. Just wave after wave of membership gifts provided their souls with countless magical energy, but the superego has never Don't care, whenever there is power in the account, he will just calmly let Marvel Schiller send this power into the warehouse.

The warehouse in the tower of thinking is very ordinary, and there are no security measures, and there is no need to hide it. That is to say, the superego doesn't care whether it has personality or not, and secretly uses this energy.

This kind of thing is not impossible. After all, there are many personality fragments representing negative traits in the tower of thinking. They all steal things, but they don’t want to use the stolen things for anything. nature.

In the eyes of anyone in any world, the energy that Schiller has obtained can be regarded as a vast ocean. DC Schiller knows very well that even Barbatos can't play against Marvel Schiller. He turned a blind eye to so much energy he received, but the superego never cared about it.

However, the superego showed great importance to the system Schiller lying on the hospital bed, and even specially set up the room where he was stored at the end of the lunatic asylum, and let Moonlight Schiller guard it. This force is so great that the superego cannot afford to lose it.

At this time, Schiller thought of another point, and the superego also seemed to have a tacit understanding with him, saying: "Yes, these defensive measures I have taken are not to guard against you, but to guard against greed."

"If Greed knows the existence of this room, he won't even give you a hair."