In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 253: I, the clown (middle)

"The Days of Being a Spiritual Mentor in Meiman"

, the days when I was a spiritual mentor in Meiman

"What do you think?" asked Schiller, standing at the table.

"What do you mean?" Schiller took a sip of wine, then put the glass on the table, made a crisp sound, looked up at the other self beside the table and said, "That guy wanted to run out again, but Being tricked?"

"This is quite funny..." Schiller stepped back a few steps, leaned against the wall and folded his arms, and said, "But what I'm more curious about is that he climbed tirelessly just to go out and play? "

Sitting on the chair, Schiller stood up instead of moving.

The light was focused on the wine glass, and a bubble that had just emerged from the bottom of the transparent glass floated upwards, and was frozen as soon as it reached the surface of the water, turning into a solidified pearl.

As he took a step forward, the clown maintained a frozen posture, receded together with the seat, the table was pulled away to the left, and the cabinet slid to the right. The whole room seemed to be built upside down. They were all pulled out, leaving only a white space.

Then, Schiller raised his head and a light came on, and the black floor spread out from under his feet. In a trance, he looked under the railing of the deep well. The Schiller who was standing beside him, Already reached the lower floors.

"Do you know where I'm going?" Schiller asked.

"Aren't you planning to go to the 300th floor to borrow the elevator?"

"You guessed it all, you know me quite well."

"Thank you, we are all alone."

Schiller quickened his pace, walked down and walked shoulder to shoulder with the other self, the two held on to the handrail, and walked slowly down the spiral stairs together, the other Schiller said as he walked, "Seriously, when Let's change, I also want to stay in DC for two days."

"Do you think this is tourism? Let's not talk about anything else, are you sure your mental stability can handle these patients here?"

"Do you think this is you facing Peter Parker at Marvel? It's the first time I've seen anyone think the job is too easy."

Schiller shrugged and said: "Don't say that, there are a lot of headaches over there, but don't forget that the affairs of the big family in Asgard are far from over. "

Walking down for a long time, Schiller turned to the right. There was only a corridor in front of him, and there was only one room in the corridor. Schiller knocked on the door after walking, and his own voice came from inside: "Please come in."

Two Schillers walked in one after another, and then saw another self buried in a pile of documents. The Schiller saw someone coming, put a stack of documents aside, and said to the two of them: " Why did you two come here together? Don't tell me there is still something to deal with."

"No, no, I just want to borrow the elevator."

Schiller covered his forehead and said helplessly: "What happened recently? Why do you like to take elevators?"

Then he complained: "Everyone knows I'm busy, and everyone bothers me. When I saw you two coming in, I almost suffocated."

"Who made you a 'self'? At the same time, you are also the steward and gatekeeper of the temple of thinking..."

"It's still the elevator attendant." Schiller said angrily, and then he waved his hand, and the two of them came to a somewhat small room. A little boy was rubbing a ball of gray slime go.

One of Schiller went up, knelt down and rubbed the little boy's head, and asked him, "Do you know where the one with the green hair went?"

The little boy shook his head silently, but the gray slime in his arms made a "grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr" sound, Schiller hugged the ball of soft slime over, touched him as if It is the place where the head is, and asked: "Gray mist, did you see it?"

The gray slime made a "chirp" twice, Schiller held him with both hands and moved him away a little bit, and said with some doubts: "What's the matter? I've been playing with 'me' for a long time, even Can't talk anymore?"

The gray slime froze for a moment, and said, "Oh, I can talk... He seems to have gone to the lower level, and he brought another green-haired person with him."

Schiller stuffed the gray mist into the little boy's arms, then patted his head, stood up and said to his other self: "It seems that he was determined to run out, but unfortunately he didn't succeed."

"Take the elevator or take the stairs?"

"Of course it's the stairs, busy people are already annoying us to death."

Just as they went out and returned to the spiral staircase, a figure wearing a long windbreaker and holding an umbrella walked up to him. He looked up and saw two himself walking down, and said: "How did you come here? Or did you come together?"

"I have to ask you, how did you get that guy in? You almost let him into the room?"

Green-haired Schiller sighed and said: "If he lives in, I can go out to play, but unfortunately he made a Bruce clown and fought me with my memory, Then ran away..."

One Schiller looked at the other Schiller and said, "Is he always wanting to run away?"

"That's right, don't you know?...Oh, yes, you were born later than me, so you don't know."

"When I first came to this world, the 'superego' created me, but when I went out for the first time at night, I became this guy..."

"Then he can only build another one, which is me now, but this guy can't live without a good house, and he has to run out every two days..."

"Several times, he deliberately attracted the attention of that man called Bruce, and the situation was better until I returned to my position."

"I don't understand you DC people very well." Another Schiller shook his head.

"Are you finished? Don't block me when you're done, I have to go up." The green-haired Schiller said.

"What are you going to do? The person you want to deceive has already left, is it possible that you still want to chase him out?"

The green-haired Schiller said impatiently: "You don't think you can solve that lunatic outside by yourself? 'Superego' asked me to go up and communicate with him..."

The two Schillers standing on the upper steps looked at each other, and one of them asked the other: "There should be no deception here, right?"

"In theory, yes, but this guy is crazy, and I don't know what's going on with him."

At this time, a voice sounded from the spiral staircase: "I told him to go, stop chatting, the wine is almost finished."

"The wine is almost finished." Schiller shook the bottle and poured the last bit of wine in his glass. Jack on the opposite side clicked his lips dissatisfied and said, "I bought this wine , the last point should be left to me.”

"Come on, that disgusting thing you just made messed up the floor where I live. A Bruce Wayne with clown makeup... is really disgusting." Schiller disgusted explain.

Jack said dissatisfied: "Didn't you create such a concept first to arouse my fear?

"I want to trick me into your thinking hall, and then go to jail for you, hum..." Jack sneered twice.

"And..." Jack pouted, showing a look of disdain and said: "You can't control his thought hall."

Schiller on the opposite side showed a smirk and said, "Why don't you try it instead?"

Jack's expression froze for a moment, and he said, "No, I just went in for a visit..."

After finishing speaking, he looked at his wine glass and said with a smile: "Build more than 330 high-rise buildings in my thinking hall, and then divide each floor into different star ratings, ratings, membership levels, and grading permissions. Thousands of traps are set on every step of every floor..."

"He said he was an ordinary person, hahahahahaha, this is the funniest joke I've heard recently..."

Schiller sighed and said, "Can you imagine how I climbed to the 190th floor? If the elevator operator hadn't opened the back door for me, I'm still struggling to climb the stairs..."

"Let's not talk about this, do you know where the other me is?" Jack asked him.

"How do I know, I thought it was Evans, but Batman didn't choose him, so it seems that he is not, the remaining one can't really be in Batman's body, right?"

Jack's expression suddenly became gloomy, and he said, "It's better not, or I'll tie the bat here, then open his brain, and get that damned guy out..."

"I haven't checked the one who fell into the chemical pool and the one in the circus, but it probably happened in these two situations. If you find him, what are you going to do? Kill him?"

Jack stared into Schiller's eyes and said: "If your situation is not too troublesome, I would have killed you a long time ago."

"No need." Schiller concluded: "If you don't kill me, I can't do anything. I still have more than 100 floors to climb, and more than 200,000 steps to walk, etc. The day I climbed to consciousness, Batman might have died of old age.”

"But I may not be the worst..." Schiller said gloatingly, "Tell me, what would happen if a hapless person was born with Batman?"

The corners of Jack's mouth turned down slowly, but Schiller smiled and said, "Why are you so serious?"

"Why aren't you happy to have another you ~IndoMTL.com~ merged with the one you love most? After all, that's you too."

Jack was very unhappy and said: "Be one with a bat? Don't be kidding, the person who dresses up as a bat is a pervert!"

"Okay, I'm going to go back and climb the stairs. You can ask for blessings. To be honest, my house is really big. Don't you plan to come and live for a while?"

Jack rolled his eyelids, drank the last sip of wine in his glass, and said nothing.

Schiller leaned back on the back of the chair, turned his head and looked at another Schiller who was looking at him with his arms folded, he waved his hand and said, "I think I can go to work for a while, what do you think What about?"

"Super I tell you to go back, or you will be kicked back to the next floor by him."

"Well, it's really troublesome, see you later."

Schiller moved his chair forward, looked at the completely empty wine bottle, and said to Jack: "Thank you for buying me a drink, but I still have to say, it's really hard to buy this inferior wine I drank it."

Jack covered half of his face with one hand, and with a crazy smile on the other half of his face, he said, "What did you add to the wine?"

"What?"

"Don't play dumb...I feel like every brain cell in me is boiling, don't you too?"

Schiller paused, and then said: "Well, but that is not poison, on the contrary, it is also wine..."

Schiller took out a small bottle and put it in the center of the table. Both Jack and Schiller focused on the small bottle. Then Schiller stretched out his hand and pushed the bottle towards Jack, and then said: "... And it's the best wine in the world."