The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

Chapter 1609: Way of Death (Part 2)

"The exhaustion I'm talking about is just a sense of powerlessness after years of intense emotions." Natasha shook her head and said, "I don't know what will happen in the future. If I am cured, Can I still be an agent? Or should I really retire and enjoy life like the young people today? Is this really a good thing?"

"With all due respect, ma'am." Schiller smiled and said, "I'm afraid Nick will not approve your retirement application. He will let you work for another hundred years."

Natasha also laughed and said, "Then you are still conservative, he wishes I could work for him like this for ten thousand years."

"Ask the original question again, how do you feel now?"

"It's like a silk thread that has been slowly tightened and then suddenly loosened. I know that if it continues as before, it will break one day. I also know that even if you let me relax now, this thread The thread will still tighten, but all I can say is - yeah, it feels good."

"The psychiatrist Schiller you know insists on a point of view. Psychiatrists do not eliminate pain for patients. Pain cannot be eliminated. Our ultimate goal is to let you accept and live with your own pain."

"That doesn't sound very kind."

"I may be unscrupulous, but I am definitely not a quack doctor." Schiller stood up from the chair, and then said: "Then let's talk about my plan, the part about you is just to fulfill the greedy entrustment, you may not believe it , He is not very good at dealing with the opposite sex, so although he has seen your problem for a long time, he has never done it."

"Then why did you suddenly change your mind?"

Schiller turned around and stood in front of Natasha, then looked down at the female agent who was still sitting on the chair, and said, "If you know that the parents will definitely go home, but at least half of the homework is still unfinished , you are worried that he will find out, so what will you do?"

"Of course I made it up before they came back." Natasha said with her eyes wide open. Perhaps it was because of the existence of the soul body. Her expression looked more lively than in reality. Some girlish demeanor can be seen in the facial expressions.

"Yes, I am the unlucky one who is making up homework." Schiller shrugged slightly, and said: "Most of the psychological problems of male heroes have been solved, and most of the unresolved ones are because they don't want to solve them, but The psychology of female superheroes is even just beginning.”

"Do you think I'm one of the more serious?"

"You are the worst." Schiller looked at Natasha and said, "Usually, people think that women are more emotional, but perhaps because of this, you have become accustomed to the unpredictable moods like a storm, and the inner root The strings are more resilient, and most of the troubles in life are easy to solve."

"I think Loki has a bigger problem."

"She is not a woman in the traditional sense." Schiller shook his head and said, "I try my best to find an angle for her to anchor her own existence, find a goal for her, and let her do something, but if it really doesn't work, She can also temporarily change back to a male to help me with homework checks."

Natasha smiled again and said, "Then where is the parent who checked the homework? To be honest, I was surprised that you didn't go to the doctor immediately after hearing the news."

"I'm not a little boy who has been stuck in the grief of losing his parents." Schiller shook his head and said, "Actually, I have long accepted that the doctor may still exist in some corner of the universe, living in retirement. He will miss me occasionally, and I will miss him too, but a reunion is not necessary."

"Have you settled with this long ago?"

"Because we really don't have so many regrets to make up for. When I choose to get rid of the established route he planned for me, I have made my own choice, and he will not feel sad about it. , I know he won't."

"That's great." Natasha commented.

"How can I be a psychiatrist if I can't make peace with myself?" Schiller's tone became lighter, and he said: "I have to do it first, and then I can persuade others to deal with a lot of pain and suffering. Worry coexists."

"I think you are a little different from Dr. Schiller." Natasha stood up on her knees, and the two stood together in front of the church and looked up at the huge statue of Jesus. Natasha continued: "Although Schiller The doctor acts like he has a good relationship with everyone, but that's just because... like I said before, he is like nature, and everyone feels that they have a good relationship with nature, just because it is too big to be fathom."

"You are better at communicating with people. You speak euphemistically but express the content to the point, and your methods are fierce but can make people read the warmth in them."

"Perhaps that's why he left me these beautiful ladies."

Natasha smiled, then cleared her throat and continued: "Tell me about the parts of your plan that have nothing to do with me, why did we come here, and what are you going to do next?"

Just as Schiller was about to speak, a hazy halo swayed on the huge statue of Jesus, and the space in front of him began to wrinkle and ripple. In a trance, Natasha saw that the man crucified scratched from his chest to his abdomen. There was a long wound.

Guts poured out of it, burying the entire church, and Natasha struggled like a drowning fish, and when she found herself able to breathe again, she saw herself in a room.

Blood, blood everywhere, more and more blood.

As soon as Natasha turned her head, she saw Schiller, who was also in a blur, sitting beside the bloody bed and lighting a cigarette, and on the bed lay a fish that had been disembowelled.

Natasha didn't show the slightest surprise, she just walked to the opposite chair and sat down, looked at Schiller curiously and asked, "Who is she?"

"A sponsor." Seeing Natasha sitting across from him, Schiller put down the cigarette in his hand, took out another one and put it in Natasha's mouth, and lowered his head to light her cigarette.

Natasha pursed her lips and took a puff of smoke, and Schiller put the cigarette in her mouth and said vaguely: "In order to find the next cold war target, she sponsored that mysterious organization, hoping that the world situation of confrontation can continue. "

"What does she sell?"

"Manufacturer of preservatives."

Natasha raised her head, showed a clear look, and said, "The one that produces doomsday food, right?"

Schiller nodded and said: "Not only that, but also the source manufacturer of food chemical additives. In short, I hope people will pay more attention to how to save their lives, rather than how to keep them healthy."

The two were silent for a while, and Natasha took the initiative to ask, "Do you want to talk about that gun?"

"Your old boss Nick gave it to me, maybe because he was afraid that you would eat me." Schiller couldn't help laughing at the end, and the smoke made him cough.

"Oh, he actually expects you to fight back with a gun." Natasha snorted coldly, exhaled a puff of smoke and said, "Have you checked his recent mental state, how far is it from dementia?"

"He put a condom in the magazine."

"Cough cough cough!"

Natasha almost choked herself to death. She took a deep breath and said in disbelief: "Then you should check to see if he has Alzheimer's disease. How can the black widow still have fertility? I am also immune to it." Most infectious diseases!"

"Usually I would take this as a cue, something like 'don't let me down, boy'." Schiller shrugged slightly and continued: "I took it out and put it in the tray. on the bedside table in Er's room, and I hope he doesn't feel that humans are not well received."

"Cough cough cough..."

"Well, I put that gun in the bedside table on purpose, and I led you to find it, but I really didn't expect you to come so soon. Fortunately, your marksmanship is accurate, ma'am, but I am relieved." Tone."

"So you are courting death yourself, so why?"

"Because death shields me from the possibility of suicide." Schiller first summed it up concisely, and then explained in detail.

"Many people think that their own way of death is already doomed, but as far as I know, everyone has many possibilities of death, and the final result depends on the collision and combination of countless fate lines."

"Because I used some drastic means to see death before, usually suicide, so the Goddess of Death directly completely eliminated the possibility of my suicide death, which means that at least in this universe, I cannot Kill yourself with your own hands."

"But she didn't block the possibility of others killing you."

"Because she doesn't think it's possible."

Natasha was speechless, can someone kill Schiller? The first time Natasha thought about this question, the answer "impossible" came to mind, so it's not surprising that the goddess of death is a hundred secrets.

"But she forgot that you are a fisherman, you can take the initiative to catch a shark to kill you."

"Yes, Ms. Shark, thanks for the help."

Natasha rolled her eyes, looked at Schiller's smile and said, "The last question, why did you come to the kingdom of death again? Isn't it just to make trouble for death again?"

Although Natasha used a question, the answer in her heart was yes. It is well known that Schiller likes to trouble death.

"No, it's not for death this time." Schiller's answer was beyond Natasha's expectations, and then she heard Schiller say: "I have known the goddess of death for a long time, and of course I respect her personality very much." will not force her way into her territory without an invitation."

"Yeah, you changed from forced entry to smuggling, what's the point?"

"The meaning is that she doesn't know that I'm in her house. Our goddess of death is not a dedicated woman like you. She prefers to focus on falling in love with some strange creatures, although for our universe, this is An irresponsible act, but I think it has its benefits."

Schiller stood up, crossed the bed and walked to the window, watching the grotesque fragments constantly colliding outside the window, said: "Last time someone lied to me with Adam, if he hadn't dragged me and Stephen, Adam wouldn't have So much time messing up New York."

Natasha didn't know the inside story, so she raised her eyebrows and asked, "Who?"

"Annihilation and his emissary vortex."

Natasha took a deep breath and said, "Why do you always have trouble with such abstract gods?"

"Why don't you ask them why they always have trouble with me?"

"Well, no one can argue with you." Natasha stood up from the chair, threw the cigarette butt into the trash can beside her, patted her pants and asked, "What are you going to do?"

"Get out of here first."