In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 14: The painting style changes suddenly

In the ghost place of Hell's Kitchen, there are countless thefts, but Schiller has never heard of a Hell's Kitchen thief who would focus on stealing cakes, not only cakes, but also Schiller's ground coffee Powder, soda crackers and jam.

Is this thief a reincarnation of a starving ghost? It's not enough to steal four pounds of cake a day, but also half a catty of soda crackers, two cans of coffee powder and three bottles of jam.

He's not afraid to push himself to death, Schiller thought.

Of course, although nothing important was lost, Schiller still had to catch the thief and figure out how he stole it.

Schiller made a trap, using the thief's favorite cake and a little bit of fear gas, and placed it in the warehouse he least often visited in this house, waiting for the thief to take the bait.

While waiting for the bait to take effect, Schiller wrote the story he would use to fool Gu Yi in a notebook.

Instilling the concept of the king in yellow into Gu Yi was not because Schiller was aimless. In the worldview of the Marvel universe, there are countless cosmic demons and gods, such as the Trinity Emperor Weishan. Gu Yi relied on his power .

The origin of Cthulhu in Marvel is relatively scattered. Some say it is the incarnation of nothingness, and some say it is the blood and tears of the universe. They are not a unified race, and they basically look strange.

The real Cthulhu literature is more systematic. Everything starts with the demon leader Asatus, but what Schiller mentioned to Gu Yi is another system, that is, Chambers once A cursed play made up in a short story of "The King in Yellow".

The setting in this script is more illusory and romantic than the Cthulhu mythology. In the distant Hyades star cluster, on Lake Harry in the ancient city of Carcosa, an ancient outer **** in yellow clothes is imprisoned. King, he witnessed the fall of two black suns, and later he was set as the representative of "wind" among the old rulers, and became a deadly enemy with Cthulhu.

And the most well-known one is the Yellow Seal, a mark unique to him in the setting of the King in Yellow.

But in fact, this is not important. What is important is that Schiller needs to have a reasonable identity to talk to Gu Yi.

He can use the identity of a psychiatrist to talk to Stark, or he can act as the life mentor of the little spider, or it doesn't matter if Daredevil treats him as a criminal.

But Gu Yi was different. If Schiller didn't have a sufficiently mysterious and powerful identity, then this powerful Supreme Mage would not listen to him.

Since Schiller has read comics, he knows that in the world view of the Marvel universe, there is also the existence of the Old One. Now he reminds Gu Yi, and if Gu Yi goes to verify, she will find that what Schiller said Everything that Hastur played is true, there was a group of blind and stupid Old Ones imprisoned in extra dimensions, but no one knows if they will return to Earth.

As long as Gu Yi has three-point confidence in the identity of the King in Yellow Clothes played by Schiller, Schiller can get a lot of information he wants from Gu Yi.

While waiting for the thief trap to take effect, Schiller intermittently completed the setting of the Hyades star cluster. After all, to fool the Supreme Mage, his identity and background must at least be justified.

And the thief didn't keep Schiller waiting too long,

On a dark and windy night, Hell's Kitchen rarely heard any gunshots. Schiller was lying on the bed, half asleep, when he heard a loud noise from the warehouse downstairs.

He immediately came to his senses, knowing that the trap he had set had taken effect. He really didn't expect that he could really catch this thief with a piece of cake.

He tiptoed downstairs without turning on the light, because if the other party had a gun and found him coming down, he would definitely aim at this side in advance. For his own safety, when Schiller walked to the other side of the corridor, he planned to use flash to teleport there, so that he could catch the opponent by surprise.

Just when he was about to flash, he suddenly found the door of the warehouse opened. Could it be that this thief was not controlled by the poisonous fear gas? Can you even open the door and walk out by yourself? This is not a good thing.

Schiller gave up the plan to flash, because once the teleportation passed, not only would the thief have to react for a while, but Schiller himself would have about two seconds to accept the unfamiliar environment. This was the case every time he teleported.

He found that the thief didn't seem to have noticed himself. He tiptoed against the wall and walked along the corridor, only to find an extremely short, chubby figure about the height of a person's calf walking through the crack of the door. He walked out and complained as he walked: "Damn it! Am I drunk? Why does this cake stink like a biogas pond?"

Schiller looked at the figure, hesitated to speak, then turned his head, touched the light switch, and turned it on with a "snap".

The chubby creature on the opposite side screamed, and immediately wanted to run on all fours. Schiller stretched out his right hand, and with a spell of fetching objects from the air, he caught the creature directly in his hand.

Schiller's face was ugly and he felt the fluffy touch in his hand. In his hand was a yellow, round and fat one with two long ears, and a lightning bolt. The one with the tail - Pikachu.

"Shit! Put me down! Don't touch me with your dirty hands! What's wrong with you?! How did you catch me? Let me go!!"

Now Schiller's face is ugly with capital letters. He never dreamed that in such a serious, even slightly dark story, how could there be a yellow-haired electric mouse?

Suddenly, he felt that Pikachu's screaming voice was vaguely familiar. Isn't this the voice of Deadpool?

Schiller remembered with some horror that there is indeed a movie in Hollywood about Pikachu, and that is "Detective Pikachu". In this movie, Pikachu and Deadpool are indeed dubbed the same.

Schiller took a deep breath, turned Pikachu around, grabbed its two short hands, and said, "You stole my cake, soda crackers, coffee powder and jam?"

Pikachu rolled his eyes for a while, and his face that was so cute that it exploded showed a very humane expression of disgust, and said in the voice of Deadpool: "Hey, man, I really don't Knowing how bad your taste is, the soda biscuits you bought are butterless, they are terrible, and the jam, how do you like strawberry jam? That's really not my taste, and, next The next time you cut a cake, can you leave the cake knife on top? You know that's actually dirty?"

Schiller is holding Pikachu in one hand and covering his eyes with the other hand. This is really a huge spiritual pollution for him. Facing Pikachu's complaints, he is really powerless to refute, because his taste is indeed and genuine. Americans are different.

"Listen, you thief, first of all, you stole my food again and again, and second, you don't even feel guilty at all. It seems that you are a habitual offender..."

"Come on." Pikachu waved his hand, and it said, "Obviously you are not a normal person. No ordinary person can talk to a mouse calmly after seeing him talking."

Schiller pursed his lips and stared at Pikachu, mainly because the appearance of Pikachu had brought him a huge impact on the world view.

You know, he had just chatted with Batman about his life ideals in Gotham, which has an extremely dark painting style. No brain short circuit?

Does he have to go for a walk in the surrounding grass next? After collecting all the Pokémon partners, go to challenge each gym?

This style of painting is completely wrong, okay? ! !

More importantly, although this yellow electric mouse is only as tall as a human's calf, it has a deadpool's mouth!

The deadliest part of Deadpool's body!

The good thing is that I didn't learn at all!

To get rid of the essence and take the dross belongs to yes!

This reminded Schiller that when he read the comics in his previous life, the pages of the comics were often occupied by Deadpool's words, and now the Deadpool version of Pikachu, Deadpool, and the little spider are all together...

Schiller felt that if he lived in the comics, he might be blocked from seeing his face.

And he remembered that in the Hollywood version of "Detective Pikachu", the setting of Pikachu is actually the setting of the Japanese game of the same name. Judging from Pikachu's reaction just now, the detective with the uncle's voice is indeed not low in IQ, and he is definitely not just a simple pet.

After a while, Schiller and Pikachu sat face to face on the sofa. Pikachu held a cup of coffee in its short hand and said, "Actually, I don't have any memory either. I fell into a garbage truck, and it took a lot of effort to get out. I was so hungry, I walked for a long time, but the doors on this street are closed, and there is no one I can go in. Only you, your warehouse The back door seemed to be ajar, and after I got in, I walked down the hallway and found the refrigerator... Of course, it was my fault for stealing, but I was really hungry, and if it was possible, I made money , I will pay you for the cake."

Schiller applauded him, and then said: "I have to say, as a mouse, your ideological consciousness is really terrifyingly high. If all the mice in the world can be as polite as you, then human beings will be as polite as you." There is no need to invent so many rodenticides.”

"So you put rodenticide next to the cake today? That stinks too, seriously, the smell almost killed me."

"Actually, that's not rodenticide, it's actually scarier than rodenticide... Forget it, you're just a mouse anyway."

Schiller put down his coffee cup, stared at Pikachu curiously and said:

"So, would you do that?"

"What? What can I do?" Pikachu looked at him suspiciously.

Seeing the extremely humane expression on that cute yellow face, Schiller felt mixed feelings in his heart, and he said, "That's the one..."

"What the **** are you talking about?"

"Okay, Pikachu, listen, you said you want to earn money and compensate you for the food you stole, but I don't think anyone here will accept a yellow mouse that can only speak human as a part-time job, so If you want to compensate me for the loss, you can only stay and work with me, and if you want to get a chance to work, you have to show your boss what talents you have, right?"

"Oh, I see, you mean discharge, right? This is my housekeeping skill. With me, you can at least pay half of your electricity bill a month, but I was too hungry before, and I don't have it now. It has recovered, so it is estimated that one hundred thousand volts will not be released, but it is still no problem to charge your mobile phone..."

Saying ~IndoMTL.com~ it landed on its four short legs, and ran to the table with a whoosh. It jumped onto the table, took out Schiller's charging phone, and then ran back to the sofa with the phone in his arms , show Schiller.

Pikachu's lightning-shaped tail stretched out, and the whole body flashed with lightning, and the screen of Schiller's mobile phone lit up, showing that it was charging, but the speed was not fast.

As if to show off his abilities, Pikachu hugged the phone tightly, flicked its tail vigorously, and then stretched it hard. With 10% power on, just a second before Schiller stopped it, the phone made a loud "Bang!!"

Pikachu's yellow fur was blown into black, and he exhaled a puff of black smoke from his mouth. Then he looked down helplessly at the exploded mobile phone in his arms, and said, "It seems that you can only allow me to work here Otherwise, I'm afraid I won't be able to pay for it in my life."

Schiller covered his forehead and said: "Your performance is really wonderful, which surprised me. I really didn't expect that there are such useful charging sockets in this world."

Pikachu heard his yin and yang, and just about to speak, Schiller said: "Okay, but this is not what I want to see."

"Then what do you want to see? What talents do I have? I don't know why..."

"Of course you know, that's the one..."

Schiller stared at Pikachu with piercing eyes, and Pikachu suddenly showed a complicated look, as if he had eaten shit.

Reluctantly, under Schiller's gaze, it turned around, then jumped onto the back of the sofa, and made a loud sound—

"PIKA—PIKA!!!"

Schiller was content.