In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 1635: The way to die (Part 1)

The kingdom of death is not the same as Hela's underworld. This is not a barren land, but more similar to the kingdom of dreams. There are fantasy dreams made up of various cosmic rule fragments. In the dark forest, the next second came to a dark city like Gotham. For order creatures, everything here is chaotic.

Human souls are not completely unconscious in the process of entering the realm of death. They will fall into a strange dream, usually their own memories of their own lives. Experience the scene again, which is the so-called revolving door.

But this process is actually confirming all the codes of this soul, so that the database can delete them.

For some reason, Schiller, who has died many times, experienced this loading process for the first time. He first fell from the darkness, and then felt the dim light. He followed the light and continued to fall, as if soaked in amniotic fluid The warmth in it enveloped him.

The sense of weightlessness is getting weaker and weaker, and Schiller feels that he has bottomed out.

Strive to concentrate, then forcefully opened his eyes, suddenly, Schiller found himself in a familiar church.

Just like the picture taken by a lens with a special aperture, there is a hazy and dreamy halo everywhere, and everything has no details, but it can evoke memories.

Schiller turned his head instinctively, and saw the tall cross behind him and the statue of **** with outstretched arms and downcast eyebrows.

Suddenly, there was a sound of hurried footsteps at the door of the church, and a figure rushed towards this side. The filter was broken in an instant. Shaking in front of his eyes, and said: "Schiller, are you okay?"

"I'm fine." Schiller turned his head and looked around. The scene was still a bit vague, and even the outline of Natasha in front of him was not exact. Judging from the reflection on Natasha's hole, In her opinion, she should be just a mere human figure, if it wasn't for the clear voice, she wouldn't even be able to tell her identity.

"It's as if we have entered a video game." Natasha shrugged, looked at the surrounding environment and herself, and said, "This should be hell, right? It's much better than I imagined."

"This is not hell, at least not the **** of Mephisto. If the plan goes well, this should be the edge of the kingdom of death. Before long, we will penetrate the barrier and enter the real kingdom of death, and then become there An echo that lingers forever."

"So, what's going on with this church?"

"This should be a certain memory from my life." Schiller didn't appear to be in a hurry at all. He walked to the first row of the church and sat down in the seat next to the window. He patted the seat next to him and motioned for Nata. Sarah sat down.

"Okay, this is the first time I die, obviously not as experienced as you, can you tell me about your plan now?"

Natasha sat next to Schiller, and the two of them sat in the first row of the church staring at the huge cross in front of them, but the first sentence Schiller spoke was beyond Natasha's expectations.

"Sorry, I lied to you from the beginning. Although I am not a doctor, I was entrusted by a doctor. In the next communication with everyone, the purpose is to improve them as much as possible. mental health status.”

"Is it Dr. Schiller who entrusted you?"

"Yes ma'am, but first I ask you to answer a few questions, how are you feeling now?"

"It's hard to say." Natasha sighed, her elbows were on her legs, she leaned forward, staring at the checkered floor tiles in front of her that reflected the dreamy luster and said, "There is a feeling of exhaustion after being overdrawn, but Some indescribable relief and relaxation."

"Can you explain it carefully?"

"It's more like exhausting all your energy, knowing that there is nothing you can do, so you just stay where you are and relax."

"So, as we look further back, how did you feel as the two of us wrestled?"

"I was drunk and didn't think too much."

Schiller turned to look at Natasha and said, "Ma'am, we are not in the office of S.H.I.E.L.D. Your agent, I know that you have the right to say any answer, but from a personal point of view, I hope you can be honest enough, because the situation has developed to the present situation, but it contains a lot of the fruits of my labor.”

"You can really talk." Natasha stroked her forehead hair back with both hands. She did not mock Schiller anymore, but made a sincere evaluation. She found that Schiller was really good at impressing others.

"That's a bit too intense." Natasha finally replied.

"Why do you feel that way?"

Natasha took a deep breath, was silent for a long time, and finally shook her head and said: "There is no need to talk about this, it doesn't work."

"Then, let's talk about my experience." Schiller did not criticize, but changed the subject. He leaned on the back of the church pew and said, "You should have heard about it from Professor Charles. One of my experiences was that when I was young, I was taken to the laboratory of a mysterious organization and trained there for a long time."

The frequency of Natasha's blinking became slightly faster, but she still controlled herself not to turn her head, and stayed in place silently.

"Their purpose is to train me to be a killing machine that can create chaos, so even if I am talented, I must go through some professional spy training."

Schiller's voice began to grow more and more distant, like a celestial voice echoing on the horizon.

"One of the trainings interested me very much. It was during that training that I found that my perception of pain was different from ordinary people."

As if Natasha knew what he was going to say, her Adam's apple moved up and down undetectably, and the muscles in her neck twitched accordingly.

"Pain reflex is the most basic reflex of a person, which comes from our body's self-protection mechanism. Pain is a reminder of danger, not only for external danger, but also for internal danger."

"If a person's arm is bitten by a wild animal, he will follow his instinct to retract his arm and run away. If a person has a stomachache and diarrhea, he knows that he may have eaten something bad and adjusts the diet in time To avoid poisoning, to some extent, in the process of human evolution, the more sensitive the response to pain, the easier it is to survive.”

"But if what you need is a killing machine instead of a person, the pain reflex is unnecessary and needs to be artificially screened and eliminated."

Schiller sighed lightly, lowered his head and said, "My pain reflex is inherently weak, non-physiologically, it's more like a mental abnormality shielding part of the impact of pain."

"I can tell." Natasha said sullenly, "I cut your arm, but your first reaction was to think, instead of withdrawing your hand because of the pain."

"Although I considered this before doing it, I didn't expect you to be so exaggerated, and you are not a professional agent." Natasha said with a bit of complaint.

"So as a professional agent, aren't you more exaggerated, ma'am?"

"Well, you just want to pry my mouth open." Natasha shook her head a little irritably and said, "Yes, it may be more exaggerated than you imagined, I have no pain reflex at all."

The two fell silent. Schiller was shocked by this fact and didn't speak. Natasha waited for him to speak, but she didn't wait, so she didn't want to waste time and said it directly.

"As you said, years of rigorous training has eliminated this part of the instinct. Even if I have only one breath left, I can still raise the gun, aim and shoot more stably than ordinary people, and my marksmanship is still very accurate."

"Three holes in my chest say yes, ma'am."

Natasha shook her head and said, "No, there shouldn't be three holes. If it was normal, you would be shot dead."

"Even if you are infinitely close to death?"

"Even if I'm dead." Natasha turned her head to look at Schiller and said, "The muscle reflex of my fingers will pull the trigger at the last moment."

Schiller was silent for a while, and then said: "When people feel pain, they usually pray, hoping that the gods can eliminate the pain for them, but the emotional structure of human beings is far more sophisticated than they imagined. Without pain, there can be no happiness."

"People's soul is a big tree. The part growing on the ground represents all kinds of beautiful feelings, while the part buried deep underground is the pain or sickness that they don't want to mention."

"If you blindly remove the underground roots, or simply separate the upper and lower parts, the result will be that the happiness and other positive emotions in the upper part will gradually wither, and the whole tree will become rotten. Wood."

"It is often said that some people die at thirty and are only buried at seventy. This is not uncommon. They reconcile with the passions they desperately crave, not because they get them, but because they get them again. There is no such warm feeling that makes them want to continue."

"Some people call this state of breaking through the world of mortals, stability and calmness, but still the same sentence, I prefer to call it 'numbness'."

Natasha listened quietly without saying anything, then she turned her head to look at Schiller, and saw his increasingly blurred profile in the dim light of the colored windows of the church, like the morning light Under the undulating mountain shadow.

"You've got all the answers you want." Schiller turned to look at Natasha and said, "Nick, Eric, Odin, Hela, you are all the same, you are not mentally ill Patients are more stable than anyone else, you have found all the way out for your entanglement and distress, but the passion is no longer in the ordinary and stable days."

"It's just that, ma'am, your problem is more serious than them. The trauma of the pain-elimination training is not gone, it still affects you all the time, and your numbness continues to grow until One day, it will **** all the nutrients from the big trees on the ground, and then turn you into a walking dead~IndoMTL.com~ Natasha remained expressionless for a while, and then asked: "How do you know? "

"I feel the same way." Schiller leaned his back back a little more, and said with a long breath: "All my life, I have been trying to balance the sickness and the normal. Crazy, that doctor sealed my sickness, and made me fall into a powerless and happy numbness, my tower and abyss are gradually perfecting in the process of this self-struggle.”

Natasha swallowed, she didn't expect Schiller to analyze herself so deeply in front of her, and the female agent never thought that there would be one thing in this world that she needed to muster all her courage to do.

It's not even that hard, but it's harder than anything in this world, and that's opening up and being honest about how you feel.

"When you... when you cut me open like a fish, I felt an unprecedented intensity explode in my brain. I thought it was fear, but at the time I didn't think Maybe, I thought I had evolved this emotion a long time ago."

Natasha smiled and said half-jokingly: "Then I was shocked, because I actually felt pain. I haven't felt this way for many years. The training I received made me completely immune to pain. reflection."

"It's not that I can't feel pain, it's just that after the pain is transmitted to the brain, the reflex nerves can't work. I can use my reason to control the movement of all my muscles without abnormal parts."

"This is the secret of my mission's high success rate. All the targets who want to exchange injuries with me have come here earlier than me. They have been waiting for me in hell."