In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 1620: Fishing Day (13)

"What do you think will make the fish take the bait?"

"Hungry? Arrogant? I don't know."

Natasha was still staring closely at the fishing line that disappeared on the water, as if a fish could be seen from the hole. Schiller's fishing line was floating not far from him, looking The bait is not heavy, and even a bit too thin compared to ice fishing. Even the very soft wind at noon can blow the fishing line to ripple.

"Generally speaking, I wouldn't call a one-night stand between you and me immoral." Natasha tentatively said, "Perhaps in some people's eyes, it only symbolizes debauchery." , obviously this group of people does not include me."

"But I think it is necessary to obtain the subject's 'full' consent before starting this matter."

"Have you told every one of your one-night stands that you are a black widow?"

Natasha was almost screaming in pain. She leaned forward and said to the ice: "They don't need to know! Is this good for our next intimacy?!"

"So you didn't inform them of your danger."

"That's because I can't..."

"You really can't?"

Natasha fell silent, and it took a long time before she said as if she was looking for a fix: "Most of the time, no, my encounters with those boys are usually only related to romance. If they stop this matter at this Within the range, then they will not be in danger."

"But someone wants more."

"Men usually want more." Natasha sighed deeply, and said as if remembering something: "After they thought they had conquered my body, they began to explore the way to capture my spirit. Possibly.”

"It's kind of rude, but I can understand it, because I'm giving them the illusion of possibility, it's to make them ignore my aggressiveness, otherwise they will be like a shy quail Don’t dare to do anything, Tony Stark is like this.”

"He is the smartest smart person in the world. I dare say he noticed something was wrong when he saw me at the first sight. It was just that he was in a bad state of mind at that time, as if he was looking for death, maybe because he wanted to save himself. Looking for a romantic way to die."

"But he backed down."

"No smart person will." Natasha raised her head and glanced into Schiller's eyes, and said, "Especially you smart detectives, I only need to reveal more than 30% of my upper body skin, and you all need to show my skin." It can be seen that I have killed people like hemp."

"So those who sleep with you and are killed by you are also because they are stupid."

Very well, the topic is back to the original point, Natasha thought rather painfully, why would she want to persuade a psychiatrist?

"I'm curious, why you tried to stop me, but in a reasonable way, you shouldn't use this method often, ma'am."

Natasha looked up Schiller again and said, "The question is how do I know that if I go the other way, you or I or both of us won't get hurt and then make the situation even more out of hand?

"You are the kind of agent who rarely sees the big picture."

"If not, I would have disappeared in a flash." Natasha's tone was full of sadness.

Manhattan is still bustling, and the roads are full of traffic. Even with the more advanced transportation facilities such as shuttles, the number of vehicles has not been reduced. Strange, who was sitting in the driver's seat, honked his horn impatiently. Stark, who was sitting in the co-pilot seat, was taken aback.

"God, haven't you gotten used to the traffic in New York?" Stark took off his sunglasses and said impatiently, "It's useless to honk."

"But it can make me feel better." Strange said blankly: "They will never know how many people will die if they stop an excellent surgeon. award."

"Are you sure you can find Schiller's previous residence?"

"As I said, it is registered in the information of the medical staff of the Presbyterian Church. I also found the phone number of his emergency contact, but the number has been canceled." Strange looked out the car window and said.

Soon, their car drove along the streets of Manhattan into the back alley of an apartment building. After the two got out of the car and walked to the front of the apartment building, Strange took out the authentication card from his suit pocket.

"When I got this information, I called the landlord, and he said that there is still someone renewing the lease on the house. I guess that person is Schiller, but he doesn't live here, so I guess he It may have put something in it."

"Isn't it a little bad for us to go in like this?"

"If you were worried about this problem, you shouldn't have come with me." Strange said as he walked into the elevator passage, and Stark followed him.

"I'm pretty sure he drank alcohol when I first met him, and judging from the state of Tongkong's diffusion, he may also have taken drugs, but it's not a professional drug, it may be an overdose of analgesics or something. "

"Unbelievable." Stark shook his head and said.

Soon the elevator came to the designated floor, Strange stepped out of the elevator without hesitation and strode towards the corridor of the apartment, then looked up to check the number on the door.

"2128...here." Strange shook his head at Stark behind him, and then started to unlock the door.

"Do you remember what Schiller said about the other world?" Stark asked first.

"Are you referring to the world he came from? Maybe there is such a world, but we first have to figure out how he started in our world."

Strange walked into the door and touched the light switch from one side of the wall. After turning on the light, the room was very tidy. It was a very standard high-end apartment in Manhattan. The floor-to-ceiling windows can see the bustling night scene, which accounts for 80% of the rent value.

Strange stood on the threshold and looked around for a week, then touched the top of the shoe cabinet and said: "There are always people cleaning here, but this apartment building should not be equipped with home cleaning services."

As soon as Stark was about to go in, Strange stopped him, then took out two pairs of shoe covers and gloves and said: "Although it is not sure whether Schiller is renewing the lease, whoever it is, We can't just break into his house and make a mess of it."

Stark looked at Strange as if he was a little surprised, Strange put on his shoes and said, "Don't stare at me, although I have no morals, I have the most basic qualities. "

After they were armed, they walked into the room. This is a very standard apartment suite, with one bedroom, one living room, one kitchen and one bathroom. The open kitchen and dining room are connected with the living room.

If there is anything that catches the eye in the ordinary living room with modern decoration style, it must be the cabinet next to the dining table. It's strange that there are several wine bottles inside.

It's a wine bottle, not a wine, the lid has completely disappeared, the wine is gone, some of the labels on the bottles are still stained with wine, no matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like an apartment of this class. The contents of the sideboard.

"My God, are you sure Schiller has been cleaning this house?" Stark squinted at the contents of the liquor cabinet and said, "Jack Daniels, are you serious? Oh, This bottle of Chivas Regal is decent, but the vintage, when did Schiller start drinking cheap whiskey?"

Strange opened the sliding door of the wine cabinet, and carefully took out the wine bottles inside with gloved hands. After checking, he found that the combined value of these wines should not exceed five hundred dollars .

Alcohol prices in New York are still very expensive. The prices here are ridiculously expensive, and some non-daily necessities are even more expensive. Five hundred dollars sounds like a lot, but it is really nothing when it comes to drinks , not to mention that so many bottles of wine add up to only a few hundred yuan, which can be called the cheapest of cheap.

In the process of taking out the wine bottle, Strange found a few small medicine bottles in the depths of the wine cabinet, he raised his eyebrows instantly, Stark leaned over to look, Strange Qi handed him one bottle and looked at the other.

"mdmA? Central nervous system stimulant? What is this? Benzodiazepine?" Stark read out the scientific name on the medicine bottle.

Strange put a few small bottles on the table without looking at them, and said, "To put it simply, drugs, stimulants, sleeping pills, and antidepressants."

Stark stared at the small pill bottle, puzzled and said: "An insomniac who suffers from depression and takes drugs?"

"Now there is a question." Strange knocked on the table and said, "When and in what form did Schiller come?"

"You mean did he bring his body here?" Stark tilted his head, quickly understood what Strange meant, then shook his head and said, "I'm more inclined to not, Because Professor X said that Schiller's body has strength that is different from ordinary people, but it is obvious that his current body is normal, and he has not seen any symptoms of muscle restriction relief."

"I checked the time with all the other superheroes who met Schiller earlier." Strange tapped his fingertips on the table and said, "No one met him earlier than I did, and I When I met him for the first time, he was clearly marked with excessive drinking and drug use ~IndoMTL.com~ You mean a drug addict killed himself, and then Schiller took over his body?" Stark wrinkled Brow to make a guess.

"The question now is, why did the owner of this body take so many drugs at the same time?" Strange picked up a small medicine bottle and said, "Besides, he is also a doctor. Psychiatrists should know better. These drugs cannot be taken at the same time, especially central nervous system stimulants and tranquilizers, together with alcohol, this is very likely to kill him."

"Suicide?"

Strange stared at the wine and medicine bottles on the table in silence, before speaking after a while: "It's hard to have any other possibility, even if it's an addict who has already lost his mind, I wouldn’t go looking for tranquilizers after drinking so many bottles of cheap whiskey, which is exactly what a psychiatrist would do.”

"So what happened to this hapless guy?" Stark touched his chin and said, "Does Nick have his file? What about his resume?"

"I checked, but it's nothing special." Strange shook his head and said, "The records are not very detailed, after all, he was just an ordinary person before that, you can find it in my files What, I can only find the same thing in his file, most of which are only academic information."

"I still remember that the whole psychology world was his teacher and classmates."

"The field of psychology is not big."

After Strange finished speaking, he turned and walked towards the bedroom, but this time it was Stark who discovered something.

Stark bent down and dragged out a large box from under the bed. After opening the lid of the box, he let out a gasp.

"Oh, what is this? A picture book?"