In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 1636: The way to die (middle)

"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 treated Well, 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 application for retirement. 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 Come down, this thread will still slowly tighten, but all I can say is - yes, 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'm definitely not a quack." Schiller stood up from his 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, but he is not very good at dealing with the opposite sex, so although he has already seen your problem, 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 you still have at least half of the homework It’s not finished, and 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. Some girlish demeanor can be seen in this very daily facial expression.

"Yes, I am the unlucky guy 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." Solved, but the psychological problems of female superheroes have only just begun.”

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

"You are the worst." Schiller looked at Natasha and said, "Usually, people think women are more emotional, but perhaps because of this, you are used to emotions being unpredictable like a storm. The string in my heart is more resilient, and most of the troubles in life are easy to solve.”

"I think Loki's problem is bigger."

"She is not a woman in the traditional sense." Schiller shook his head and said, "I tried my best to make her find an angle that can anchor her own existence, find a goal for her, and let her have something to do, but if It’s really not possible, she can also temporarily change back to a male to help me with my homework inspection.”

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 trapped 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 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 made my own choice, and he will not do it for me. It makes me sad, and I know he won't."

"That's great." Natasha commented.

"If I can't make peace with myself, how can I be a therapist?" Schiller's tone became lighter. The pain and troubles coexist.”

"I think you are a bit different from Dr. Schiller." Natasha stood up on her knees, and the two stood in front of the church together looking up at the huge statue of Jesus. Natasha continued: " Although Dr. Schiller seems to have a good relationship with everyone, it'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 much Huge and unpredictable."

"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."

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

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. Suddenly, Natasha saw the man crucified from his chest There was a long wound on the abdomen.

Guts poured out of it, burying the entire church. 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 the same shape, sitting beside the **** 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. 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 opposites able to continue.”

"What is she selling?"

"Manufacturer of preservatives."

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

Schiller nodded and said: "Not only that, but also the source manufacturer of food chemical additives. In short, I hope that 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 whether he is dementia. How can the black widow still have fertility? I also Immune to most infectious diseases!"

"Usually I 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 on." Into the nightstand in Thor's room, I hope he doesn't feel that humans are not well received."

"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, let me Breathe a sigh of relief."

"So you are looking for death, so why?"

"Because death shields me from the possibility of suicide." Schiller first summed it up concisely, and then explained it 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 measures in order to see death before, usually suicide, so the goddess of death directly completely eliminated the possibility of my suicide death, that is to say, at least in this universe, I can't kill myself with my own hands."

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

"Because she thinks there is no such possibility."

Natasha is 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~IndoMTL.com~Why did you come to the kingdom of death again? Isn't it just to trouble death again?"

Although Natasha used an interrogative sentence, the answer in her heart is 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, of course I am very happy." Respect her personal wishes and 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 , which is irresponsible, but I think it has its benefits."

Schiller stood up, crossed the bed and walked to the window, watching the bizarre debris collide outside the window, said: "Last time someone lied to me with Adam, if he hadn't dragged me and Stephen, Adam would have Not so much time to mess 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 **** into the trash can beside her, patted her pants and asked, "What are you going to do?" ?”

"Get out of here first."