In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 1050: Shocking the world (27)

"The Days of Being a Spiritual Mentor in Meiman"

After the law and order in New York was thoroughly cleaned up, Schiller completely gave up.

He felt that he could no longer find someone who could be treated, so he began to drink more and more.

Even though the skytrain station at the sanatorium was finished, he didn't move back in, instead he was drinking in his little clinic.

Schiller is now paralyzed on the sofa in the middle of the living room of the clinic. The white coat that was buttoned up meticulously is now all open, with wine stains on one side, two holes burned by soot on the other, and There was some blood from nowhere.

Schiller seemed to have just woken up from a hangover, so he subconsciously touched the wine bottle beside him and found that the bottle was empty. He lowered his arms weakly, pursed his lips, and leaned on the armrest of the sofa On, fell asleep again.

In the next few days, Schiller discovered that all the tobacco, alcohol and drugs in Hell's Kitchen and even the Brooklyn area along the Hudson River had disappeared.

It means disappearance in the physical sense. No matter how much money he takes or where he buys it, he can't buy it at all.

Schiller can use the flash to travel freely in Hell's Kitchen, but his continuous flash has a distance limit.

Stark and Strange, who knew Schiller very well, pulled out a large defense net and cleared all addictive things within the range of Schiller's activities.

This is not a situation where Schiller can gain something by throwing away his moral bottom line. These things just disappear on the physical level, and there is no way to change it no matter whether it is to deceive or sneak attack.

Just like what Matt said, the world's most talented scientists and the world's most powerful magicians have teamed up, there is nothing they can't block, even the sewers near Hell's Kitchen have been sieved by them Once, all the empty wine bottles and medicine bottles that fell in were picked up, and there was not even a bit of residue left.

Now, Schiller is in a completely vacuum area, no smoke, no alcohol, no drugs.

Although you can buy it if you travel a little farther, but the feeling of emptiness and helplessness in Schiller's heart makes him unwilling to leave too far away from the place he is familiar with, and he just wants to go back to the clinic as soon as possible. He gets one of the few senses of security.

After returning to the clinic, Schiller felt idle again. Gradually, he didn't like staying in the clinic anymore, but started wandering on the streets, preferring to squat in front of the window in the middle of the night rather than go home .

Such a picture gradually shrunk, Stark, Strange and Steve looked at the shivering Schiller squatting on the street corner in the picture, and sighed in unison.

"He must be feeling very sad now." Steve covered his mouth with his hands, and then emphasized:

"I think he didn't understand why we suddenly ignored him!"

Steve shook his head vigorously, put the shield on his hand aside, and said, "I feel like we are those bad students who take the lead in isolating others in school... I really can't do this, if You can't give a better treatment plan, I'm going to find him now!"

After finishing speaking, he turned around and was about to go out, but Stark stopped him and said, "Don't do this, Steve, don't worry, we have consulted the most famous psychologists in the world, including Schiller's Teachers and professors."

"In addition to including authority figures in psychology and psychiatry, it also includes experts who specialize in drug or psychogenic addiction."

"The unanimous conclusion they gave is that in the initial stage of treatment, there must be a process of forced withdrawal. In this world, to quit any drug or addiction, you need to let your body and brain adapt to the low-feedback environment. state, this process is destined to be painful and long.”

"After the body gradually adapts, you can start to solve the psychological problems..."

It was rare for Stark to explain a lot patiently. Steve took the shield, knocked the edge of the table and said: "I really can't accept that seeing my friend in such pain, but not helping him .”

He took a deep breath, and then said: "Fortunately, you send Peter out first, otherwise, we can't stop him no matter what."

"The people sitting here are all relatively rational adults." Strange said: "We all know that Schiller can't go on like this, whether it's the symptoms of his autism or the psychological trauma. The stress response that comes from him, or the psychological barrier that he has been pursuing excessively for emotional stimulation, will be resolved sooner or later.”

"Do you hope that now we will work together, unite, and use the most resources and the best state to treat steadily, or do you plan to wait until the day Schiller really has an accident and rush to recover?"

Steve was silent, lowered his head, Tony sighed softly and said: "I know, we are all uncomfortable, but this day will come..."

Steve paused, put down his shield, and drew a sign of the cross on his chest. His low prayer echoed in the room, and at this time, snowflakes had just fallen outside the window.

"Lord, if our friend is doomed to this calamity, please do not ease one bit of my heart's sorrow and pain, and make me share with him."

"And make me, in the days of your birth, no longer feel any joy and happiness, to comfort the cold he felt...Amen."

The winter in New York is getting deeper and the temperature is getting lower and lower. This year is destined to be a very lively Christmas. Christmas decorations have been placed on the streets in advance, and the products in the windows have also been renewed.

After the first snowfall, the festive spirit intensifies and Christmas carols are played everywhere.

At the end of the street covered with thick snow, a man in a coat and scarf squatted down beside the street lamp.

He didn't seem to be in a good condition, he was panting hard all the time, the saliva and snot flowed out together, and before it was wiped off, it condensed into tiny ice crystals.

But no one will be interested in him. This kind of person is too common in this community. Of course, it is impossible to live in a community near Hell's Kitchen. A drug addict who suddenly fell ill on the side of the road, here even It can't be called a scenery.

The man wasn't wearing gloves, so he stuck his hand into the other cuff, sniffling and shivering, looking both cold and severe withdrawal.

He squatted next to the street lamp for a while, and seemed to feel better, so he turned his head and looked at the window next to him, but at this moment, a hand stretched out, and half of it was still sandwiched between his fingers. Unfinished cigarettes.

The man squatting next to the street lamp, as if seeing a savior, took the cigarette **** with trembling hands and put it in his mouth.

When he reached for the cigarette, he turned his body sideways, so the standing man, Shadow saw his face clearly, and exclaimed:

"Schiller???!!"

Eddie quickly walked over, and found that it was Schiller who crouched next to the street lamp and fell ill.

Seeing Schiller trembling all over, Eddie hurriedly took off his coat and wanted to put it on Schiller, but he hesitated after seeing the dust on the coat.

Eddie took two steps back, looked up at the sky, and finally decided to reach out and put the coat on Schiller, but unexpectedly, Schiller remained motionless and let him fiddle with it.

Schiller's attention was all on the half of the cigarette, even though his hands were trembling so that he couldn't put the cigarette into his mouth accurately, he was still trying his best, completely ignoring the cigarette **** that was almost burnt to the end, The blazing fire scalded its frozen white knuckles.

Eddie hurriedly stretched out his hand, grabbed Schiller's wrist, shook the cigarette **** off his hand, and then said, "Dr. Schiller, what's wrong with you? Are you sick? Do you want me to call you?" Ambulance?"

Schiller shook his head immediately, he blinked with some effort, and then his eyes fell on the cigarette **** thrown away by Eddie, Eddie followed his gaze, but at this time, Schiller has already extended his hand.

Eddie hurriedly stopped him, then took out a pack of cigarettes from his coat pocket in a panic, handed Schiller one, and then wanted to help him light the cigarette.

But Schiller couldn't hold the cigarette with trembling hands, and couldn't protect the fire. Eddie had to smoke the cigarette by himself, lit the cigarette, and handed the cigarette to Schiller hesitantly.

He knew that this doctor had a very serious cleanliness fetish, not to mention the cigarettes that others had smoked, even if he was unwilling to receive cigarettes from other people's cigarette cases, and he almost never used a lighter, Only use matches.

However, Schiller completely abandoned his old demeanor, like a real drug addict living on the street, he hurriedly stuffed the cigarette into his mouth, took a puff, held it down Will be angry, exhale a mouthful of smoke.

Whether it is the hand holding the cigarette, or the action of smoking and spitting out the smoke, the lightness seems to be afraid of wasting any nicotine.

Eddie squatted down opposite him, frowned, squinted, put his head close to Schiller's face, then looked into his eyes and said, "Doctor, what's wrong with you?"

"...I'm not a doctor." Eddie was startled by Schiller's hoarse voice. He had long lost the smooth and soothing tone he had during psychotherapy, and it sounded like he was in the middle of the night. The coughing sound of a homeless man eager to find a cardboard box to shelter from the wind.

Suddenly, Eddie's body trembled, the venom spread, and the big mouth with fangs came close to the tip of Schiller's nose, and the hoarse voice of the venom sounded:

"Look...who is this? Doctor? No, no, no, a patient...a very sick patient...I can feel..."

Venom's spider's compound eyes blinked, and the low tone made Schiller think of someone.

Therefore, Schiller removed the cigarette in his hand with trembling hands, raised his head, exhaled the last puff of smoke, and then pressed the cigarette end on Venom's eyes fiercely.

"Aww!!!!!!"

Venom let out a scream, covered his eyes and retreated, and the next second, he retreated into Eddie's body.

Eddie stood where he was, rubbed his eyes, shook his head, and Schiller, who was squatting on the ground, looked up and asked him, "...do you still have cigarettes?"

"Yes, but you can't smoke here." Eddie bent down, helped Schiller up, and said, "I'll take you back to the nursing home, doctor, there are everything..."

Schiller bent over and stood there panting heavily, the cold air he exhaled covered his glasses with a layer of white mist, he took off his glasses, and said: "No, I won't go back~IndoMTL. com~ I'm not going anywhere..."

Eddie looked Schiller up and down, and knew that something must have happened to him, so Eddie said, "Okay, how about you go to my house? At least it's warmer than here, and there's smoke..."

Schiller didn't object, so Eddie helped him and walked to a building in a residential area not far from this block.

Climb to the third floor and open the door of the room at the end of the corridor. Eddie opened the door with one hand and helped Schiller in with the other.

As soon as Schiller walked in, he slumped on the sofa in the living room, looking unimpressive. Eddie lit a cigarette for him again, and then his eyes fell on his face, which was soaked with snow on the edges on the coat.

Eddie picked up his coat, put it in the laundry basket next to him, and said to Schiller, "Dr. Schiller, take off your coat, and I'll wash it for you...by the way, your coat Should it be washable?"

Schiller was too busy smoking and ignored him completely. Eddie could only sigh, and stepped forward, like playing with an inflexible puppet, took off Schiller's coat, and threw it into the laundry basket.

Seeing that Schiller's condition is still stable, Eddie took the laundry basket and came to the washing machine on the balcony.

He first picked up his jacket, took out his pocket, and threw it into the washing machine, then picked up Schiller's coat, subconsciously put his hand into the pocket, and then realized that his actions seemed a little bit Not very polite.

However, the hand he reached in did touch something, and felt some strange touch on his hand. Eddie pinched the thing, retracted his hand, and looked down.

It was a piece of gold and red candy paper that was folded very neatly, and every wrinkle was even smoothed out.