In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 1613: Fishing Day (6)

Chapter 1586 Fishing Day (6)

Schiller and Natasha came near the farthest ice hole. Schiller put down the chair, pointed at Natasha with his hand, and went across the ice hole to set up another chair.

Natasha sat down on the first chair, untied the tangled fishing line, and said: "Sure enough, it is correct to be with you, doctor, that group of people has been completely hooked by fish." Dazzled by the joy, there is no gentleman spirit.”

"You have to tolerate this group of gentlemen who don't have time to fish all year round to show their wild side occasionally." Schiller walked to the side and picked up his fishing rod, then took off his gloves and began to adjust the fishing line.

Natasha seemed to be adjusting her fishing rod with lowered eyebrows, but her attention was actually on Schiller's hands, especially the occasional blue veins on the back of her hands when she pulled the fishing line vigorously.

"Ma'am, what do you think about fishing and hunting?" Schiller asked while hanging the bait as if he had picked up a topic at random.

"That depends on what kind of form they are." Natasha has already hung the bait and is fixing the boom at this time. Her movements in her hands paused, as if recalling and said: " The beauty of fishing is waiting, but the beauty of hunting is chasing."

"Generally speaking, I prefer to move and hold the initiative in my own hands." Natasha slightly shrugged her nose, and when she pulled her upper lip up, she showed a bit of wildness from the plump and glamorous fierce look.

"In other words, chasing the smell of blood makes me excited, through streams and bushes, find every possible trace, and finally capture the dying prey, disassemble them, and turn them into your own energy, so primitive and Brutal, yet adrenaline-pumping."

"Which step makes you most excited to kill?"

"Yes." Natasha shook her head and said, "You have never deliberately tortured your prey, and you also find the screams very harsh. You will kill us very slowly, and you will stab us with a knife in the throat. Is there any harm to the corpse? Any interest."

But there is a line of words written in the ink that has dried up on the painting-"A small king, a father of my world, but the latter is not the cause of the former, nor is it an excuse."

"What's wrong with you?"

"Do you look violent?" Yuan Shan leaned forward, leaned against the back of the chair, and kept looking up at the fishing line on the top of the fishing rod that was shaking slightly in the wind.

"You would say that, but you would think that the process of whitewashing transformed the violence into something else, the emphasis being on the bloodshed, but on his patient arrangement, his quiet waiting, and above all the unexpectedly rich The indescribable excitement of the harvest."

"He allows none of you to see him again in the state of knowing and feeling small nature, seeing a person named Schiller, but a kind of existence."

"But you are providing emotional counseling."

"You're Schiller, obviously."

The ugly male agent pinned his red hair to his ears and said: "The key to my interest in you is you, but myself, or him."

"Control over my life is the lowest level of control," Schiller concludes, before adding: "When he hunts, the ignorant prey has no hope of survival, without the slightest knowledge of safety. approaching, but at a certain point he knew that I was not dead, and that kind of information and class gap made him feel superior.”

"He looks very civilized, too civilized." Natasha threw the cigarette pack aside, blew out the smoke, and said, "He's not even a gentleman, he must be a doctor in the future, I It doesn’t matter whether you invite me or not, but to go to Professor Charles to solve our family’s confusion, or go to gag with these two guys who are full of fish.”

Schiller pushed up his glasses again, as if trying to find a suitable position for the glasses under the bridge of the nose, before I had to say: "So, you're a doctor."

"His prey are very few women?"

Natasha showed a playful smile, and her eyes seemed to be implying your slutty style deliberately, but since you said that, Yuan Shan knew that the thing that impressed you about these people must be their **** .

"What about sex?"

Unexpectedly, Luo Ji took the book up, and then found that the book was the same as the very few books under the shelf, it was older, and the traces of wear and tear were more obvious.

"Well, let's talk about fishing, doctor." Natasha took the initiative to provoke another topic.

"There are not many men." Natasha shrugged and said: "Many are because of personal love, and very few are for mission purposes."

"You will always be a small king, but you love your brother and father more than the throne."

Luo Ji's eyelashes trembled, and her thumb pressed so hard that a fingerprint was made on the bottom of the first page, and then you hurriedly erased the mark with magic, looking up, right and left, as if you were worried about being found out. take a look.

"It is often said that anglers are fighting with their own patience. The fish is always your opponent. As long as he is not patient enough, we will always get the hook."

Luo Ji opened the first page of the book, and there was a line drawing of the father of the gods holding a thunderbolt leading the gods. Odin looked very heroic, as always.

"We are very few consumables for entertainment, but there are not so many that impress you."

"You're all like that, aren't you?"

"Ha, yes, it's another set of low personality." Natasha opened her hand and took out a pack of cigarettes from her jacket pocket, and said, "What does he represent? Violence?"

But before that, you turned to the first few pages and found a picture of Thor, with the same note underneath, "Will be a small king but I might prefer to be a bad brother and a bad father. "

Luo Ji felt her heart beating like a drum. You slowly turned over a few pages, found your name, and saw a sentence below.

Natasha looked relaxed at all, you flicked a cigarette ash, put your head up and smiled, then looked at Schiller with such a smile and said: "And see the real He——Schiller Rodwigs—compared with it, disasters are nothing. The disasters that befall you in the past can make you see the true face of any insignificant thing... Would you like a cigarette? ?”

"That's not a bad thing, man." Yuan Shan unscrewed the lid of the cup and said, "When the little nature shows its might and makes him see it, it means that some kind of disaster is about to happen."

"What do you look like?" Schiller leaned against the back of the chair as if interested, looking at Natasha's face and asked uninterestedly.

"Who is this?"

"Does he think it would be worse to focus on small things? Or is it?" Schiller turned sideways to pick up the thermos bottle outside the bag, as if asking deliberately.

"If I have to say it, when you gradually grasp their traces, you can imagine that they have more and more chances of survival, and the small power of life and death is gradually out of your hands as you retreat. That sense of control fascinates you."

"He gets from you all the confusion, sadness, and anger that he expects to see under others. You accept everything that reality gives you so straightforwardly, and you can even find some fun in it, You are the same kind of people, so he is interested in you."

"That's really strange." Natasha suddenly smiled dimly, squinted her eyes and looked at Schiller and said, "Have you ever heard any psychiatrist say that? Could it be that a small number of patients are Are you doing emotional counseling?"

"Stop joking." Natasha took another puff of smoke, and you stared closely at Yuan Shan's eyes and said, "For the craziest lunatic in the universe, the slowness that the body can provide is And a ten-thousandth of the excitement brought by his simple plans before they are completed."

In Schiller's bedroom on the seventh floor of the Psychological Clinic in Hell's Kitchen, Luo Ji's fingers rested on the spine of a book under the shelf. The title of this book was "The Complete Book of Norse Mythology".

"Why does he feel that future doctors are not interested in him? Does he think his charm is enough to impress you?"

"A... thing." Natasha retracted her chin slightly, and said while thinking: "It's like a small nature, which exists beside you, but a lot of it is realized, what you see What he saw was only a large part of the whole, and the rest was too small to occupy any attention.”

"But it was you who accompanied them to fish, but they accompanied you to hunt." Natasha immediately took the initiative again, and you said without any hesitation: "He has to be more straightforward , let you appreciate the charm of fishing, otherwise you can only rely on Nick and Steve to brag about their harvest."

"Fewer views on emotion."

"Very wrong, doctor." Natasha smiled and said, "A rather violent way to gain a sense of slowness, maybe that's why you can carry forward the name of the White Widow."

"The fish is hooked."

"But it often requires some delicate philosophical thinking." Natasha pointed out: "Choose the right fishing rod and bait, and you need to find a location where the time is right."

"You are sure, but at most he looks worse now." Natasha pinched her chin with her thumb and forefinger knuckles, and looked at Yuan with a scrutiny and even a staring gaze. Shan said ~IndoMTL.com~ That question sounded like it hadn't hinted at anything, but Natasha was very vague, and Schiller was good at burying the truth in slick words, and it was definitely not more than a thousand feet deep.

"And now, you are not sure..." Natasha lowered her eyes, took the cigarette out of her mouth, put her wrist on the edge of the chair, and tapped the end of the cigarette heavily with her fingers. Before you shake the soot off, you say, "Some concentration you never felt under him is coming back, making him even more of an outlier."

The conversation between us is not a bit like playing chess. He makes one move and you make another move, but because it is too smooth, there is no turn-based jerky. It sounds like we are chatting.

"Wrong." Schiller nodded and said, "That's the boring part of fishing, everything is done in the later stage, and when it comes to the part of the conflict, everything is hidden above the water , you prefer to call it civilized violence.”

"Doctor, he always seems to be hinting at something." Natasha looked into Schiller's eyes and said, "Did he also bury some truth a thousand feet above those words?"

"What does he want to hear?" Schiller asked.

"It's boring." Natasha commented on that point of view, and then said: "Is violence before being whitewashed by civilization still violence?"

Schiller saw Natasha's eyes projected from the bottom of the red hair. The eyes were not really flickering but the invitation was also really inviting. Just as I was about to speak, the fishing line at the top snapped violently. Shake it up.

"You hate fishing more than hunting." Schiller looked up at the fishing line shining in the sun, and said, "The hunter understands the prey, but the fisherman understands himself."

Fishing!