In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 1363: The mystery of the feast (13)

After obtaining the right to move freely in the Asgard, Schiller took advantage of the night to go to the guest room on the other side of the Asgard, which was the residence of Alan, the prince of the Dolder Federation tribe.

He didn't encounter any obstacles along the way. Obviously, Sif's order had been conveyed, and Schiller didn't use this as an excuse to go elsewhere, but just came to Alan's room as he answered Sif. the door.

Schiller did not knock on the door immediately, but stood quietly outside the door and listened to the movement in the room. Asgard's buildings are made of special materials, and the sound insulation performance is very good, so it is basically impossible to hear. There was no movement in the room, but Schiller could still feel the flow of emotions in the room.

At this time, there was more than one person in the prince's room, and two intense emotions collided constantly. Schiller put his hand on the doorknob, and could still feel the vibrations from the ground and the wall. Schiller turned his head to look To a vase at the end of the corridor.

He counted down a few numbers in his heart. When there was an obvious vibration in the room, Schiller's figure disappeared outside the door. When he reappeared, he had entered the room and appeared just behind Alan.

The burly prince wanted to turn his head when he heard the movement, but before he could turn his head away, there was a "bang", accompanied by the shattering of countless porcelain vases, Alan fell down slowly, behind him Another small figure appeared.

A raccoon locked in a cage half the height of a person was looking at the fallen Alan with a terrified expression, and then stared at Schiller who was still holding half of the vase with the same terrified eyes.

Schiller raised the other half of the vase in his hand, looked at the raccoon and said, "You have two choices now, either follow me or..."

"I'll take the first one!" the raccoon yelled.

His voice is not high-pitched, but a bit rough, and what he speaks is not the lingua franca of the raccoon area, nor the language of the three empires, but standard English, even with a southern accent.

Schiller stepped forward and bent down to look at the cage made of magical energy on the ground. As soon as he stretched out his hand, the raccoon took a step back vigilantly, and the slender tail flicked uneasily behind him.

As Schiller got closer, the raccoon had already hid on the edge of the cage, opened its mouth and bared its teeth, showing an extremely aggressive posture.

"Okay, now I'm going to pick up the cage, don't move around, okay?" Schiller looked into the raccoon's eyes and asked.

Seeing his attitude, the raccoon was stunned instead. He looked down at his furry belly to confirm that he was an animal, and then looked up at Schiller to confirm that he was a human.

He didn't understand why this human being communicated with him so smoothly. In this universe where humanoids are the main inhabitants, most races see talking animals and plants, the first reaction is panic, Even the big-hearted kind of people will be surprised and curious.

But the human being in front of him seems to have accepted the fact that an animal can speak without any obstacles, and he is even asking for the opinion of the animal, which is really strange.

"Are you listening to me?" Schiller pursed his lips and frowned as he looked at the animals in the cage. Although he didn't have much research on animal psychology, he could tell even from the outside. This raccoon is in a state of stress.

In fact, the state of animals is better than humans. The main manifestations are that the hair of this raccoon is standing upright, the ears are backward, the tail is constantly swinging from side to side, and the child's hole is also somewhat diffuse.

So, Schiller squatted down very patiently, looked into the eyes of the raccoon and said: "I am an employee of the Holy of Holies. When the prince came to talk to me during the day today, I saw something on him. His hair, so I guess you are here."

"If you don't want to go with me, I'm afraid he won't let you go when he wakes up again. If I'm not wrong, the two of you should have lost your talk. If that's the case, then you Why not change your negotiating partner?"

"A human?" said the raccoon, staring at Schiller.

"A human being," said Schiller, nodding.

The raccoon seemed to have no way out, he showed a desperate expression, curled up in the corner of the cage and stopped talking, Schiller sighed and said: "I saw your tail was injured, and I happen to be a doctor, Well, a psychiatrist is a doctor, right?"

"Wait, you're a psychiatrist?" The raccoon suddenly opened his eyes wide, stared at Schiller and said, "Really? I mean, does that word mean what I think? You can treat mental illness ?”

"Of course." Schiller nodded and said, "Although I am now engaged in administrative work and not practicing medicine, I am a licensed psychologist and used to work as a psychologist in the psychiatry department of New York-Presbyterian Hospital."

"Take me out of here quickly, doctor!" The raccoon suddenly rushed to Schiller's body with a stride, grasping the railing of the cage with two paws, opening his mouth wide to reveal his fangs, and said like howling: " Help me! Doctor!"

Because the raccoon is closer, Schiller can see his eyes more clearly. There is no doubt that this raccoon has already lost consciousness, and there is not much reason left in his eyes, as if he is relying entirely on instinct action.

"Doctor, doctor, help me, doctor..."

The raccoon just kept repeating this sentence. Schiller stretched out his hand and touched the hair on the top of his head. The raccoon let out a piercing scream, and waved its sharp claws towards Schiller's hand almost instantly. .

Schiller's hand turned into a cloud of gray mist, and he was not injured. When he realized that the raccoon had lost his mind, Schiller stopped hesitating. Instead, he picked up the cage and walked towards the door, opened the door and walked into the corridor took a look.

Since Loki has rectified the internal affairs of Asgard, although the response of the service staff has become more timely, the security has also become stricter. There are two butlers on standby at the end of the corridor on the right, and there are guards at the stairs on the left.

"No, don't go there, don't go out, you can't be caught by Asgard's people, and they can't be trusted..." The raccoon shivered while holding his head in the cage: "The universe empire is not Be trustworthy and not be caught by them..."

Schiller closed the door calmly again. He walked to the window with the cage again, glanced out of the window, and then turned into a cloud of gray mist and floated out of the window, flying down with the cage until Come downstairs to the landscaped woods.

Although the night is dark, there are still many Asgardian guards patrolling around the Asgard. On the first day when I came here, I outlined the patrol routes of all the guards in Asgard in my mind,

Bypassing all the guards and returning to his room, Schiller put the cage on the table by the window, and when the cage was turned to the other side, the raccoon's back was exposed, and he was indeed injured.

But beneath the wound on the raccoon's back, instead of the musculature of a lake of flesh, there was a steel skeleton, gear zeros, and sparking wires.

The raccoon kept swallowing his saliva, he turned his back to Schiller, without turning around, he just said in a self-deprecating tone: "Would a robot be more acceptable to you than a talking raccoon?" ?”

But in an instant, the raccoon was stunned, because the cage around him was slowly disappearing. After the magic energy was swallowed by the gray fog, the cage's railings were removed one by one.

The raccoon turned slowly and saw Schiller's eyes bent over him.

Looks like he really is a doctor, the Raccoon thought, and he's seen the same look on those doctors' faces before.

"Okay, turn around, let me see your wound."

The raccoon suddenly felt a little embarrassed. He waved his paw in front of his face and said, "No, I'm fine, and the wound is not something humans can handle. I have self-healing functions. After a while It will heal."

But Schiller walked around behind him on his own, reached out and grabbed his shoulder, staring at the wound, and said to himself: "Let me see... this structure looks It is the product of the genetic modification project..."

"Who is more familiar with genetic modification? What is the name of the professor who cloned Spider-Man? ... Oh, I remembered, Miles Warren."

While looking at it, Schiller took out his mobile phone, and without looking at the raccoon's expression, he put his hand on his shoulder slightly harder, and dialed while saying: "Come here, lie down here, I'll find a professional Come to help you heal."

"Hello? Spider-Man, it's me. I'm Dr. Schiller. I'm looking for Professor Warren. I have a genetically modified animal that has been injured. I want to know how to treat it."

"Don't waste your efforts, humans." The raccoon shook his head vigorously, stood stiffly in place, and said with some difficulty: "This is the genetic modification technology of the Three Empires, and you humans cannot crack it. Not to mention the treatment, it is difficult for you to understand the structure of my body..."

"Oh my God, why are people still attacking raccoons?! It's appalling!...Dr. Schiller, wait a moment." A rather young voice came from the phone.

"Oh, sorry, doctor, Professor Warren is not here, but I have been studying with him for a while, can you let me see the wound?"

Schiller took out his mobile phone and pointed the camera at the raccoon's back. The raccoon let out an annoyed "sneer", but soon, Spider-Man's voice came from the other end of the phone: "Is it because he can't move his tail?" Swaying to the left, I can’t lift my left leg a bit, and the muscles from the left shoulder blade to the arm are numb?”

The raccoon's eyes widened slowly~IndoMTL.com~ He turned around quickly, staring at Schiller's phone camera with his round eyes, with an expression as if he had seen a ghost.

"This is the result of external force damage to the connecting parts of the spine, and the short circuit of the electronic components, resulting in the failure of the normal release of nerve electricity. Dr. Schiller, I say you do it. The transmission next to the vertebrae is moved a little to the left to make room for the wiring..."

"Is this the device? Like this? Or go a little further to the left?"

"Okay, and then pull the wire next to it... oh my god, the material they used is too bad? The outer layer of this coil is burnt black, God, this spine connection part It seems a bit... what has he experienced?"

Spider-Man on the other end of the phone sighed, he paused, and then said: "What a poor little guy, Doctor Schiller, you should still have molten steel, right? If you don't mind the trouble, actually You can replace the materials of the parts and circuits in his body."

Looking at the mess inside the raccoon, Schiller understood what Spider-Man meant. The physical condition of the raccoon was probably much worse than what he showed, no wonder the spirit was a little abnormal.

"I'm not afraid of trouble, and I have enough materials, but you have to tell me how to do it. I don't have any experience in modifying animals."

"It's okay, doctor, this is not difficult at all. If you have a symbiote, it will be even easier. You just need to separate out a little symbiote factor to stabilize his spine, and then replace the parts one by one. "

"Okay, it's still the same, you say I will do it...thanks to those two mentally retarded, now I can finally twist a more complicated light bulb."