In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 60: Daily life in early winter (Part 1)


The weather in New York is much better than Gotham. Although it is already winter, the weather is still clear. From the window on the third floor of the clinic, you can clearly see the busy traffic on the highway beyond the skyline.

Schiller got up very early, and Pikachu pushed the door open with his short hands, then stretched his waist and said, "Your **** old kettle is too loud! Yawn, you never Where did you get such an antique?"

Schiller walked down the stairs, and Pikachu slid down from the handrail. When he arrived at the restaurant on the second floor, the hot water kettle was steaming and making a sharp beep from time to time.

Schiller magically levitated the kettle onto the table, and with another wave of his hand, a frying pan flew over, and he poured some olive oil on it, and began to make breakfast.

Pikachu opened the refrigerator door with a "bang", got in and looked for something to eat, and said disgustedly while looking through: "I should really throw away your **** blue cheese, how can it be so smelly! Oh! ...and these **** lettuces, this thing tastes like it's eating plastic, let me see...here it is! My cheddar cheese! Put it in my breakfast sandwich later, and this is my favorite The canned luncheon meat I love, help me cut it and sandwich it in the middle, remember, it must be cut thicker..."

At this time, the downstairs door of the clinic slammed, and Schiller heard Peter's voice accompanied by the footsteps going upstairs: "Sir! I'm here! I asked my uncle to borrow a tool box. I'm sure I can use it today." That **** switch is fixed..."

As soon as he walked up, the open door of the refrigerator happened to block his view, and he closed the refrigerator door with a wave of his hand, and then there was a "bang", screaming: "Oh! Shit!! My waist!!!"

Peter hurriedly opened the refrigerator door again, and he found that the furry Pikachu was on the refrigerator partition, and his waist hit the can lid on the refrigerator door.

Peter took him down and said, "You still have a waist? Where are you?"

"Hey, kid, don't force me to expose you. Yesterday, it wasn't that some switch was broken. It was obviously because you died with 30 lives and haven't cleared the level yet..."

Peter covered Pikachu's mouth and said without words: "Doctor Schiller, what did you do? Why is it so fragrant?"

"Ordinary fried sandwiches, if you want to eat, I'll make you a large one."

"Okay, but it doesn't need to be too big. My food intake has become smaller recently."

"That's really good news." Schiller said while frying eggs, "at least your aunt doesn't have to cook for you every day so that her wrist hurts."

While Peter was chatting with Schiller, he caught a glimpse of the ring on his ring finger. The subtle change in his expression was noticed by Pikachu. Come down, do you want another plate?"

Peter didn't know why, but with a flick of Pikachu's tail, the fluffy lightning-shaped tail vigorously pointed downstairs, Peter understood, and he immediately followed Pikachu downstairs.

After a while, the two came back muttering again, and Pikachu jumped onto the stove to look at Schiller.

Schiller was turning over the golden center fried egg with a spatula, and Peter winked at Pikachu from behind, and Pikachu wrinkled his nose and said, "Well, well, I think...you'd better cook for us." Hard work, why don't we go out to eat?"

Schiller looked at him in amazement, and said, "The sun rises from the west today? Usually at this time, you would just ask me to make the eggs softer."

"I mean... well, it's nothing, but I always feel that you humans shouldn't keep everything in your heart, it's not good for your health..."

"I'm a psychiatrist, and I know that better than you, or whose money am I making?" Schiller said.

Pikachu flicked his tail, and just as he was about to say something, Peter snatched him over, and then Peter laughed dryly and said, "Haha, doctor, let's go play a game for a while, and come back later to help." You are busy."

Pikachu slammed Peter's face with his tail, retaliating that he just hit his waist, Peter was not to be outdone, he grabbed Pikachu's ears and shook them, and the two went downstairs while fighting up.

Schiller felt a little baffled, he always felt that Peter was hiding something from him.

After a while, Steve, who had just finished his morning run, also came in. He wiped his sweat with a towel, and then walked up to the second floor following the scent. He said: "The structure of this old house is too bad. Reasonable, the kitchen is still on the second floor."

"Thankfully I still have the money to afford a good range hood," says Schiller.

"Then you also have to thank Nick, he gave you a lot of bonuses, right?"

"What? What name did he use to send you the bonus? How much did you get? 30% or 20%?"

"Not counting taxes, it's only 18 percent." Steve shrugged.

"His economic understanding of the distribution of additional income is really getting more and more macro."

Steve put the towel on the railing, then opened the refrigerator very naturally and said: "Let me see, where is the steak I put here last time? Oh, here it is, there is still a small half left, I Think I can make a beef cheeseburger, where is the cheese? I remember there was half a piece left last time..."

"Don't look, you forgot that I have a mouse like Jerry here? Except blue cheese can survive, what cheese can survive the next day?"

"My God! That's almost two pounds of cheese, and he ate it all? No left?"

"That's not true, it's not just him, Peter made a Margherita pizza last time, and put at least a pound in it."

Steve shook his head and closed the refrigerator door and said, "Young people nowadays really don't know how to save money. Is there any good convenience store in Hell's Kitchen? I can buy some cheese slices."

"Turn right and walk two streets forward to Mrs. Helena's. Of course, you'd better just say that you are there to buy cheese, otherwise she may take you as an applicant."

"Application? In this **** place, what other jobs do you need to apply for?"

"Of course, Mrs. Helena owns three strip clubs, and the business is booming. She should like yours the most."

Steve pouted and said, "I'd better take a long detour and buy it after leaving Hell's Kitchen."

Then he came over and patted Schiller on the shoulder and said: "Hey, I know you are a doctor, but doctors are ordinary people, and psychiatrists are not omnipotent. If you have anything to talk about, you can Come to me, we are friends."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and left, making Schiller very confused. He just got up in the morning to make breakfast and fried an egg. Why did everyone have a strange attitude?

Not long after Steve left, Stark flew in through the window wearing a battle armor and carrying a large amount of documents, and the cold wind carried by the mecha flew into the room of the psychological clinic like a whistling.

Schiller turned his head and was taken aback by Stark's dark circles. He said, "Damn it, what did you do?"

"Oh, could it be... Did Miss Pepper ask for leave today?"

"What are you talking about? I have been researching all night for the information you brought yesterday."

After finishing speaking, he put the pile of documents on Schiller's desk, and said: "There is almost no progress in the technology of neurotransmission, and Uncle Obadiah is still in a coma, so I can't ask him about it." , but I figured out another way."

Iron Man was still wearing the battle armor. He pointed at a part of the document with the metal-covered fingernail and said: "If the aging nerves and dead nerve cells cannot be restored, then we will find a way to use mechanical Replace it like a heart."

"I don't think you need to explain the principle clearly to me, I just want to know how feasible it is?"

Stark crossed his arms, staring at the data maps and said, "You have to know, even if I'm a genius, I can't conjure technology out of thin air. More importantly, even if I master this technology, it will It must go through a lot of safety testing before it can be put into use."

Stark also glanced at the ring on Schiller's finger, touched his lips, and said, "If you really need it urgently, I can call a neuroscience consultation in the name of the Stark Group." , then you can invite the most famous neuroscience research experts in the world."

"Of course, you'd better invite patients, otherwise they won't be able to conjure up methods out of thin air."

"I'm afraid it will be difficult," Schiller said.

What he said is the truth, not to mention how he can get DC characters to Marvel, even if he can get them, the time flow of the two parties is inconsistent, which may cause many problems, and may also cause great problems. risks of.

Schiller is very clear that unlike in Marvel, he has one of the most important tasks in the DC world, which is to get rid of the entanglement of his enemies.

His enemy is by no means an ordinary person. First of all, he can hire Death Knell to kill him. The words left by Death Knell before leaving have revealed enough information. When Schiller wants to pay him When going to fight against that employer, Deathstroke’s first reaction was “You can’t afford this price~IndoMTL.com~ And when Schiller further probed and said that the richest man in the world would pay for it, Deathstroke still left without hesitation , which shows that he judged that even if there is enough price, it is not worth his complete defection.

Being able to make the world's top mercenary Deathstroke make such a judgment is already very telling. It seems that the original owner is not involved in a simple conflict of interests. There must be a bigger conspiracy behind it.

For this reason, Schiller hopes that Victor can become his ally to make up for his lack of engineering and mechanics, so he is willing to help Victor's wife as much as possible, and put an end to Victor. It is possible to become a Freeze Man, but it does not mean that he has to take huge risks to bring people back and forth between the two worlds.

Besides, this doesn't solve the problem fundamentally. DC's experts and scholars can't cure this disease, and Marvel's ordinary experts may not be able to cure it either.

Schiller remained silent as he thought about it, and eventually Stark couldn't take it anymore and said, "You... I mean... is she okay? Right?"

Schiller said: "What?"

Stark touched his forehead in some embarrassment, and then said: "I heard from Coulson that your wife's condition is not very good..."

Schiller was stunned. Where did this rumor come from? Where did he get a wife? !

He said why everyone's attitude is so strange today!

Soon, he remembered that the first person he met after returning to Marvel was the future Doctor Strange and the current neurologist Strange.

What a clever little ghost he is!

Schiller said viciously to the symbiote in his mind: "Next time, you must remember to eat Strange's brain, anyway, it's useless for him to keep it."


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