In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 1638: No time to die (1)

In the room of the apartment, Gwen Spider-Man was lying weakly in front of the table and looking at the dizzying vocabulary of papers on the tablet. Schiller was standing behind her on the left, Natasha was standing behind her on the right, Gwen Spider-Man said with a long sigh.

"Is there a mistake! You two are dead and you still don't let me go?! And I said, I checked the spelling, but the software I use is not that smart, and I am not from your universe Indigenous people, if you don't understand your advanced artificial intelligence error correction, you have to understand this."

"So what's up with all these word glues without spaces, missing periods, and mid-word breaks? What's up with all these soft returns that mess up formatting?"

"Probably because I wrote in the middle of the night and got dizzy and mistyped." Gwen Spider-Man searched for an excuse, she wailed, and her whole body was slapped on the table like a puddle of mud, and said: "Forgive me Me, I'm not a material for learning! It's really not good, wouldn't it be good for you to torture the Gwen of your universe? She will be happy to have an academic discussion with you."

Schiller walked to the window of the apartment, sat on the chair and looked at Gwen Spiderman and said, "You have to come up with a decent article, otherwise what will I use to prevaricate Professor X? Only he thinks you If you study well here, you will temporarily dispel his idea of ​​letting you transfer to him."

Gwen Spider-Man sighed deeply, resigned to her fate and began to revise her thesis. After she revised a version, Schiller read the details of her article on a tablet and asked, "I heard that you Are you interested in punk culture?"

"Part of it." Gwen Spiderman handed the two cans of soda he just brought to Natasha and Schiller, and then said: "It's hard to avoid this when playing rock and roll."

"Which is your favorite band?"

"Sex Pistols, cliche." Gwen Spider-Man sat on the edge of the bed with legs spread apart, hands on the edge of the bed between his legs, and said while drinking a soda, "I think they were revolutionary and far-reaching. "

"That's true in rock music, but what about deathpunk?"

Gwen Spider-Man thought for a while and said: "I rarely have the opportunity to discuss this, because as soon as people hear this term, they think it is a group of young gangsters wearing black lipstick and nails all over their bodies doing nothing on the street. What people do, people don’t want to let themselves down here, so they usually avoid talking about it.”

"I heard that you also have research on nihilism."

"Punk itself has a nihilistic nature, but I want to correct a misunderstanding. Although I am also very interested in mysticism, they are actually opposite. Mysticism emphasizes existence but the unknowable, while nihilism emphasizes existence. Emphasizes meaninglessness and non-existence.”

"You said you don't often talk about this with people, so have you ever had a chance to talk about it?"

Gwen Spider-Man took a sip of soda, nodded and said: "I still have a few friends, I often discuss this with the bass player in the band, there is no such common nothing compared to the truth The view of doctrine, the view I take is more like 'the truth is unreachable, so all pursuits are in vain'."

"It is the same to replace the truth with any other vocabulary. Human beings can have too little. Even if the universe is so rich, tragedy still appears and disappears in an individual's life. It is better to give up and accept this. It can only be a fate that cannot be fulfilled."

When Gwen Spider-Man said these words, there was no decadence and sadness in his tone, as if he was explaining his point of view academically, and Schiller didn't want to refute or persuade her, he just said: " Interesting point of view, have you heard of any famous people with similar views?"

"There are too many, of course the most famous one is Nietzsche, European nihilism and so on, but I am not very interested in politics and philosophy, I still prefer rock and roll."

"Do you think the trend of praising nothingness comes naturally?"

Facing this question, Gwen Spider-Man was a little stunned. She frowned, and just about to say something, Schiller shook her head and said, "I'm not talking about a cult, it's just that you think, Can human beings know nothingness without interference?"

Gwen Spider-Man thought for a while, and then said: "I'm not sure whether we have realized nothingness now. Human beings have a very shallow understanding of the universe. We interpret this as non-existence, maybe it's just because we only Can understand to this extent."

"Do you feel you understand better than others?"

"Uh...I..." Gwen was a little confused by Schiller's questions. She grabbed the long hair at the back of her head with her hand, sat cross-legged on the bed and looked at Schiller and asked, "Why are you suddenly Concerned about this? Dean Schiller, you don't look like someone who would be interested in punk."

"I think you should answer my question head-on, especially when your paper is still in my hands, Miss."

Gwen Spider-Man sighed, waved his hand in front of his face and said: "I can't say I understand it very well. It's not that I am humble, but I said that I don't know much about philosophy. At best, I understand some music." It's just style."

"So how about writing a paper from here?"

"Huh???"

Gwen Spider-Man glared at Schiller with an expression on his face as if to say, "Is your map of Yan Kingdom a bit too short?"

Schiller looked at the contents of the tablet in his hand and said: "I only talked about the spelling errors and formatting problems of the paper, but not the content. Education has dealt a pretty serious blow, and I don't recommend that this article be read by anyone but me."

"Ah, is it really that bad?" Gwen Spiderman groaned a few times like a fake cry, Schiller put the tablet on the table next to him, shook his head and said, "I don't want to force you to learn by yourself. I don't understand something, so I want to find a topic that you are interested in, you have to finish a paper."

Gwen Spider-Man hesitated for a moment and said: "It's not a problem to write it, but I haven't written this kind of subject, maybe it will be worse?"

"Punk culture and nihilism are relatively niche subjects. As long as you have your own point of view and have something to say, it will not be much worse. It is better than your maturity in sociology and international relations. Wouldn’t it be better to open up a new track of your own among the subjects?”

Gwen Spider-Man had no choice but to agree. She didn't want to really transfer to the college where Professor X was. Charles was a very experienced teacher, and he was very strict in his studies. By then, Gwen Spider-Man would not be as good as he is now. In the same way, fishing for three days and drying the net for two days can still earn enough credits.

Just when Gwen Spiderman was thinking about how to start the topic, Schiller said again: "Have you considered the relationship between nihilism and religion and theology?"

Gwen Spiderman opened her eyes slightly, but she still shook her head and said: "I don't know much about these two aspects, should I write about similar subjects?"

"I think you can analyze it from these two aspects. You also mentioned that nihilism is the opposite of mysticism, and mysticism is inseparable from religion and theology. It should be a good idea to start from this .”

Gwen Spiderman nodded while thinking, and felt that what Schiller said made sense, and at this time Schiller stood up, picked up the tablet on the table and handed it to Gwen Spiderman, and said: "We have other things to do, so we're leaving first. I hope that when I come here next time, I can see your masterpiece, Miss Gwen."

"Uh, about when is that?"

"How about three days later?"

"My God! This time is too short!"

"This is your payback for wasting time in the past, go ahead."

Ignoring Gwen Spider-Man's screams, Schiller and Natasha left the apartment where Gwen Spider-Man was renting, returned to the Arkham Sanitarium, took a car out of the underground parking lot, and then Heading toward Manhattan.

On the way to the next destination, Natasha asked curiously: "Punk, nihilism, Gwen Spiderman, and the most incomprehensible thesis, Schiller, what are you doing? "

"I'm also curious about what you're doing, Dr. Schiller."

A voice came from the back seat, Schiller turned his eyes slightly, and saw Hela appearing in the back seat from the rearview mirror.

Hella was still dressed as if she had just stepped off the catwalk. She stretched out her hand to gather the hem of the thick fur coat, showed a subtle smile to Schiller, and said.

"People who have just died will be stained with the breath of death, and not long ago, I was given the duty to guide the souls of the nine kingdoms, and you are also within the scope of my guidance. Are you going to sit in the underworld? You Your friends shouldn't think you're there."

"If it's another time, I'd be more than happy." Schiller smiled apologetically into the rearview mirror, and then said, "But I'm a little busy right now, ma'am."

When Schiller said this, he couldn't help staring at the rearview mirror. Hela's face reflected on the mirror was paler. Compared with Frigg, Hela was more like Odin in appearance and temperament.

It's not that she is not beautiful enough, it's just that her aggressive and sharp temperament is far more attractive than her appearance, but if you look closely at her appearance and facial features, there is something special about her.

Hella has a very typical Nordic appearance, with a full forehead, a flat face, a very obvious expansion of the mandible, and a clear cheek depression formed with the cheekbones, which is usually considered a sign of sexiness.

Perhaps because she has lived in the underworld full of death all year round. Her hair and eyebrows are thick black. Style smoky makeup~IndoMTL.com~The lip color is also greenish black.

This kind of image might be a bit weird on a human being, and it doesn't conform to the public's aesthetics, but if it's placed on a protoss female warrior who is close to 1.9 meters tall, it is extremely reasonable.

Schiller stopped the car slowly, circled around from the back of an apartment building, returned to the ramp that turned before, and then turned to the other direction. Natasha, who was sitting in the co-pilot, raised her eyebrows , asked: "What's the matter? How did you change the route?"

"Because I just thought of a better way, Your Highness Hela, since you didn't notify my friends as soon as you found me, we must be standing together, in that case, can you please help me?" Are you busy?"

Hela looked at Schiller's gaze in the rearview mirror as if interested, she flicked her fingers lightly, and asked, "If I help you, how do you plan to repay me?"

Natasha immediately took a breath, she looked at Hela from the gap between the two seat cushions of the co-pilot and said: "I advise you to put away that bold idea, guess why I am here Here?"

"I saw the scene after the passionate exchange between the two of you. It's quite interesting. Are you interested in other people's internal organs?" Hela asked, looking into Schiller's eyes in the rearview mirror.

"I'm only interested in the internal organs of the fish." Schiller shook his head lightly, turned the steering wheel, and said in a gesture of refusal: "If you can't catch a fish, you can chase other fishermen with a fishing rod to catch it." Not elegant enough."

Hella laughed heavily, she understood the meaning of Schiller's refusal, but she was amused by this description, she said with a soft sigh.

"Okay, so what do you want me to do?"

"Would you mind being a star for a while, ma'am?"