In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 519: Schiller is probably crazy (Part 2)

"The Days of Being a Spiritual Mentor in Meiman"

, the days when I was a spiritual mentor in Meiman

"Hurry! Hurry up and find a way! Bring him back to the real world! Hurry up!"

Stark has almost become an ant on a hot pot. He feels that if this continues, Schiller may not want to be resurrected, and that will be a big deal.

"But we can't convince him now!" Steve was also very anxious, he said: "I have seen similar situations on the battlefield before, after a complete emotional breakdown, the more comfort and persuasion he listened to Do not go in."

Charles took a look and said: "This is normal. Therefore, the treatment of mental illness sometimes needs to be combined with drugs, otherwise the patient will never be able to calm down and receive treatment."

"But this is a dream world, where can we find stable drugs?" By means of modifying Schiller's memory, can that make his spirit more stable?"

"If it's just this personality, maybe it can be done, but if it's that tall tower, I'm afraid I can't help it. How can I make a tower settle down?"

Charles recalled again and said: "If I remember correctly, if I don't pass through that tower, Schiller's personality can't rise to the surface of consciousness, and he can't control his body."

"There are so many personalities in that tower, I can't hypnotize each one of them. If we go up with this settled personality, we will definitely be stopped, and we may not be able to force it."

"Wait!" Stark and Steve looked at each other, and Steve was the first to say, "There seems to be no one in his tower now."

Charles also reacted, because he knew the existence of Schiller in that ship. Charles said: "It seems that he sent many of his personalities to deal with the gods of Egypt. We can take advantage of this gap and let This personality is lethargic, and then taken to the tower, let him rise to the surface of consciousness..."

"No, Schiller's body is still in a dead state." Steve objected again, and he said, "The question is, how do we revive him?"

"Let me think... let me think..." Stark stroked his chin and walked in the corridor, he said: "If you follow this principle, as long as Schiller's soul returns and his body Return to a living physiological state, then he can be resurrected."

"His soul has not been annihilated, so we only need to resurrect his body."

"But you've seen it before. How can you survive such a fatal injury?" Steve said helplessly.

But Stark said quickly: "Ordinary people may not be able to do it, but have you forgotten? Lan Ling and the others told us that there is also a special symbiont in Schiller's body, that is Schiller It can become a source of power for the gray mist."

"For the symbiote, there are almost no wounds that they can't repair. We only need to let the symbiote repair Schiller's body, and then let his soul return, and he can be resurrected."

"Theoretically, it works." Steve nodded and said, "There is another question, how do we let that symbiote repair the body? We are not Schiller, so we can't control him."

"He should have independent wisdom, as long as he has wisdom, we can persuade him." Stark stopped, and then said: "Okay, that's it, let's try this plan first."

He looked at Professor Charles, and said, "Professor, you are in charge of quieting the personality in the room, and then we will follow the path we came from and bring him back to the tower."

"After we return to the tower, Steve, you are in charge of watching him. I will find the consciousness of the symbiote that may exist in the tower, and try to persuade him to repair Schiller's body."

"When the body is repaired, we send this personality to the surface of consciousness, let the soul return, and Schiller will be resurrected."

"After that, we controlled his body, tried to calm him down, and then talked about getting him to receive mental treatment..."

Stark's series of plans were spoken quickly, but the other two heard it clearly, and after listening to the plan, they started to act.

Charles' ability is indeed not as simple as it seems on the surface. When they squinted their eyes, an invisible force spread. As the frequency gradually slowed down, all conscious bodies present felt irresistibly sleepy.

"Wait a minute! Professor! You can't settle down with us!" Steve said drowsily.

Charles paused for a moment, and then Stark and Steve got out of this state, but, next to the table in the room, the head of Schiller, who was constantly talking to the scale, began to droop continuously. Then he gradually lay down on the table and passed out.

Somewhere, Charles felt as if he heard a sigh, and that sigh was full of relief.

But he didn't find anything abnormal, and the plan was still proceeding smoothly. Stark and Steve walked into the room, lifted Schiller who was asleep, and saw that he was holding the scale in his hand. Tucker hesitated, but still didn't take it away.

When the two carried Schiller out, Kongsu, who was waiting outside, was shocked to see Schiller who had fallen asleep, but then he led the three of them back to Schiller's thinking hall along the original road.

Steve and Consu took Schiller back to the ward of the lunatic asylum on the 10th floor. The owner of that ward is not there now, so it can be used as a stronghold for them.

Steve wanted to go with Stark to find the consciousness of the gray fog, but was rejected by Stark. Considering that Schiller might wake up at any time, in the end, Steve stayed and the guards Sleepy Schiller.

After leaving the lunatic asylum on the 10th floor, Stark stood at the foot of the stairs and struggled for a while, not knowing whether to go down or up.

Suddenly, he heard the sound of "dong dong dong", leaned on the railing of the patio and looked down, and saw the young Schiller chasing a gray ball.

The ball looked familiar, like a highly concentrated gray mist, or a slime. Stark froze for a moment, then quickly walked down the stairs, stopping the gray ball.

The young Schiller, who was running after the ball, showed another shocked expression when he saw Stark appearing here. At this time, Stark had already picked up the ball.

The gray ball caught by Stark suddenly turned into a cloud of gray mist floating in the air. Stark saw two eyes made of swirls. At that time, the expression of the cloud of gray mist was also shocked.

It was the first time Stark spoke to such a creature. He hesitated for a while, and he didn't know how to speak, but he still said: "I'm Stark, a friend of your master Schiller, do you know me?" ?”

To Stark's surprise, Gray Mist actually nodded his head. Although he couldn't tell where the head was, Stark could tell that he wanted to nod.

"Well, listen, now your master is in some trouble, I know, he may have told you a plan before, let you remove the body's defenses, so that he will die, but the problem now is , his soul is in some trouble, if we don't revive him, there is no way to heal him..."

"So, I hope you can control yourself to repair Schiller's body, as if his soul returned to the body, thus resurrecting..."

After speaking quickly, Stark didn't expect the symbiote in front of him, which looked like an exhaust leak, to understand, but again, beyond his expectation, the gray mist faced him. Send a puzzled emotion, and then Stark actually heard a voice saying:

"...What did you say?"

"You can talk?? Then why didn't you speak out sooner?!" Stark stared at the gray fog and asked.

"He doesn't let me talk to strangers casually." Gray Mist replied, "Besides, I smell a nasty guy on you..."

"The nasty guy? Who? Wait... Could it be the mud?"

"That's right, it's him, he's sick, I don't want to play with him, stay away from me."

"Well, you're right about that, the lump of mud is indeed sick... No, I didn't mean to say this, did you understand what I said before?"

"But I won't disobey his orders." Gray Mist replied: "If he didn't ask me to do it, then I wouldn't do it."

"But now it's for his own good..."

As soon as Stark finished speaking, he was stunned, because he seemed to have heard this argument a long time ago.

He recalled that Schiller had asked Jarvis the same question in the car where he first met him, and later asked him the same question.

Therefore, Stark cleared his throat, and then asked to the gray fog:

"If one day, Schiller is about to die, and one of your decisions can save your master, but he himself strongly opposes it, what will you do?"

"If you obeyed the order and didn't save him, and he died, would you regret it?"

"If he dies, do you think he will regret creating you before he dies?"

"Do you think he'll resent you if he dies?"

"If he resented you, would you blame yourself?"

"If you were given another chance to start over, would you make a different choice?"

"If you disobeyed Schiller's order and chose to save him, and he blamed you afterwards, would you feel resentful?"

"If you disobeyed Schiller's order to save him, and he wanted to kill you for disobeying his order, would you resent him?

After Stark used his amazing memory to return these questions to Gray Mist intact, the picture he expected, like the Jarvis program crashing, did not appear. Gray Mist said:

"In principle, I will not disobey his orders..."

Instead, Stark was stunned. He looked at the cloud of gray fog and said, "In principle, it won't...what do you mean?"

"Just need to add money."

"I..."

Stark covered his forehead, how could he forget that one of the biggest characteristics of the symbiote is to follow the owner, obviously this symbiote is not good at following.

"What do you want?" Stark asked.

"After he wakes up, if he finds that a certain bottle of wine is missing a sip, how about you tell him that it is the loss during storage?"

Stark didn't understand Gray Mist's request, but it didn't sound like a difficult task, so Stark agreed.

Afterwards, the gray mist disappeared from before him, and after a while, he came back and said:

"The body has been repaired. The elevator is over there. The elevator operator is on vacation today. If you want to leave, you'd better go early..."

Stark felt a little weird, but his anxiety still prevailed, so he hurried back to the lunatic asylum, then carried the drowsy Schiller into the elevator, and returned to the surface consciousness unimpeded all the way. After that, the three of them woke up from their dreams and returned to reality.

After they left, Gray Mist sighed, and also entered the elevator, all the way up to the hospital floor. At this moment, there were two figures looking down while holding on to the railing of the patio.

Grey Fog approached and rubbed against one of the figures in a black suit. DC Schiller patted Gray Fog's head and said, "Don't think I didn't hear you just now, did you steal a drink again?"

"I don't have it, it's a loss during transportation!"

Schiller shook his head helplessly, lit a cigar, and said to the green-haired figure next to him: "Seriously ~IndoMTL.com~ We can really convince the 'I' to cooperate with us... "

The green-haired figure let out a series of titters, but said nothing.

DC Schiller touched the wound on his forehead, and then said: "For a patient to handle so much work, it should be reasonable for me to take a little revenge against this extremely immoral behavior." ?”

"But you should have other goals, right?" Green-haired Schiller turned his head and asked.

dc Schiller snorted coldly, and he said: "You may think that I am the crazier one, but in fact, on the contrary, he is much crazier than me, the most insane person in the world One of my emotions is greed.”

"Using suicide to test a secret that makes him curious is just a routine operation for him, but I have to prepare a little backhand to prevent him from killing us together."

"So?"

"I suffered from childhood autism, witnessed the tragedy of my parents being killed, and the formation of anti-social personality due to psychological trauma, but in the end I made contributions to this society through my own efforts..."

"This origin story is superimposed with many protagonist elements, which should provide a great guarantee for our survival in this world."

"Why are you so sure this will be our origin story?" asked the green-haired Schiller.

Schiller in a black suit took a sip of his cigar and slowly exhaled the smoke. Through the smoke, he looked towards the floor below, and said:

"It's not the story that matters, it's the storyteller."

"When the world is extremely important, there are several existences, and they are all talking about this origin story..."

"A story is no longer a story."