Chapter 2788 Star Core Rescue (Forty-Eight)

Chapter 2762 Star Core Rescue (48)

After drinking and eating, Peter collapsed on the sofa and let out a sigh of satisfaction. He touched his belly and said, "Although the new nursing home is big and luxurious, I still like it here."

He glanced back and found that Schiller was still busy with something in the kitchen, so he turned back and said with a bit of complaint: "You drank too much for me today, doctor, but you didn't drink much yourself. , this is not fair at all..."

"Because I don't like sherry, so obviously I'm a Potter." Schiller looked back at him, and then said, "But I also drank a glass to give you face."

"You can't blame me." Peter looked up at the ceiling, his Adam's apple trembling as he spoke, and he said: "You never discuss the issue of drinking with me, as if I am always 16 years old and can't even listen. , I have absolutely no idea what any of you like to drink.”

"There's no need to know," Schiller said. "I think only alcoholics value these things. It doesn't matter what kind of wine a non-alcoholic prefers."

Schiller was cutting the vegetables slowly, but the plate placed in the sink showed that they had already eaten salad, but Schiller was still cutting the purple cabbage slowly with a knife, and countless purple cabbage shreds fell down with one stroke of the knife.

Suddenly, his hands stopped, as if he couldn't control his body, and there was a look of panic on his face. He muttered in a low voice: "No, don't open the elevator! Superego...he violated the rules!"

The next second, his thin fingers grabbed the knife. Schiller turned around and walked behind the sofa with the knife. Peter raised his head and raised his eyes as high as possible, as if he wanted to look at it in such a funny posture. to the back.

A hand was placed on Peter's Adam's apple. Peter made no move, but looked up without knowing why.

When he opened his eyes wide, he saw that Schiller, who appeared directly above him, was not wearing glasses, and his unfocused gray eyes were facing him.

"You taught your little lamb well, Greed."

Peter heard the low, smiling tone of contentment, and he struggled instinctively.

The next second, the knife replaced the hand, and blood spurted out, but the process was very short, and Peter soon stopped moving.

The next second, the knife was pulled out. Schiller held on to the back of the sofa in embarrassment, gasping and gritting his teeth and cursed: "You are really crazy! How dare you rob the elevator?!"

"Make no mistake." He suddenly turned into an indifferent expression, then showed a mischievous smile, leaned on the sofa and said: "Only you need the elevator, and we are the real Schiller."

Schiller slowly straightened his body. His brain seemed to be boiling, but it had no effect at all. Some resistance was suppressed. He ignored Peter's body, but slowly walked to the island and picked up the That bottle of wine.

"I was just thanking the little guy for the drink."

The next second, Schiller was lying on the table again. He gritted his teeth and slammed the table and said, "You have never forcibly replaced your arrogance! I want to protest!"

“Guess who’s the biggest Shirley guy?”

A morbid and playful voice sounded in the tower.

Greed looked down from the top, and Arrogance in a black suit was holding a wine glass, standing among a group of colorful sick people, looking up from the first floor.

Greedy groaned and said nothing.

He walked over and moved Peter's body to the ground, and at the same time called SHIELD. This time it was Nick who came in person. He was surprised when he saw Peter's body.

But he soon realized something and said nothing as he walked over. He just silently patted Schiller on the shoulder as he passed by.

Schiller saw Peter who was waiting anxiously in the kingdom of death. He was treated differently from others. Death seemed to keep a distance from him. It did not lock him in a small box and only let him wander in the garden alone.

Seeing Schiller's figure, Peter rushed forward and asked anxiously: "What's wrong? Doctor, are you okay?!"

"Are you sure you should ask this?" Schiller said slowly.

Peter was stunned for a moment, and then said: "Otherwise? Oh, I also want to ask what happened, were you affected by something? Or is there some danger approaching me, and I can't hide if I don't come here? open?"

Schiller shook his head and said nothing. He seemed to be surprised but not surprised by the result. He just told Peter everything exactly.

Unexpectedly, Peter was not very surprised after hearing this. He sat down next to the table in the garden, put one hand on the table and said: "Actually, after I came back from the fighting world, I felt that my mood was not very good, but It’s not very intense, but I always think about things that I didn’t think about before, such as the meaning of superheroes.”

"Actually, I am also surprised that I would make the decision to give my abilities to others. Sometimes I also wonder, is this really the decision I made? Obviously I also want to protect those ordinary people who go home at night. Can I throw away all my abilities and responsibilities and make such a ruthless decision?”

"But no matter what." Peter raised his head, looked at Schiller with his radiant eyes and said, "They shouldn't let you endure such pain, doctor, at that time you... I mean, the you I know best Hiding, right?"

"That's not what I meant." Schiller felt that the explanation was a bit pale, but he couldn't deny it, even though it sounded very much like shirking responsibility.

Peter breathed a sigh of relief and said, "That's good. When I first came here, I thought that it was definitely not you. He should be a very scary murderer. He shouldn't feel uncomfortable for killing me. This is the only way. Good news.”

Schiller also put his hand on the table and said, "Don't you feel sad?"

"What are you sad about? Are you sad that you escaped?" Peter shook his head and said seriously: "You are a mental patient. You will think that killing someone with your own hands has some crazy special meaning, but I am not. I am. As a normal person, I would only be grateful that the elders I care for avoided things that might leave people with traumatic disorders, thinking this is a blessing among misfortunes.”

Schiller was speechless.

He has never been able to do anything about such normal people, be it Clark or Peter. These abnormally normal people are the natural enemies of people like Schiller. Their ideas will never be led away by Schiller and they will insist on their own way. Infinitely close to another kind of madness.

"Doctor, if you think the problem is physical, have you ever considered genes?" Peter suddenly raised a new possibility. He said: "I remember you said before that there is a type of people who are naturally mentally unstable. Stability has nothing to do with their experiences and living environment, it’s more like some kind of genetic inheritance.”

Schiller sat next to him and quickly got into the mood. He said: "Such a situation does occur, and it can be said to be very common. Some people's conditions do not reach the level of mental illness, so for generations, Mental instability is ignored, but in fact, it may be related to genetics. Do you think someone has modified these people’s genes?”

"It is indeed possible." Peter looked at Schiller and said: "If all the genes that determine the mental state of these people are replaced with genes that may cause mental instability, can we artificially transform all of them into a mental state? Unstable person?"

"I have no research on this aspect." Schiller said: "I am not a brain scientist, nor a geneticist. I only analyze it from a psychological level, and it is possible."

"Then there is a high probability that this may be the case, because I understand genetics." Peter said: "Although human research on genes is not very in-depth at present, there have been some results in recent times, especially in genetics and brain science. relationship aspect.”

"I have a way to verify this conjecture." Peter stood up and said, "Where are the bodies of the people you killed before? Doctor?"

"They're all in S.H.I.E.L.D."

"Come on, let's go to SHIELD."

Soon Schiller and the resurrected Peter came to where SHIELD stored the corpses. Nick was inspecting the corpses, but he was very careful and everyone was wearing protective clothing.

"I'm glad you're okay, Peter." Nick came over and gave him a hug.

"If you want to accuse me, you have to wait until this matter is over." Peter half-jokingly walked away from Nick and looked up at the body placed in the safety cabin.

Nick slowly retreated to Schiller and said, "I think he is becoming more and more like you, what do you think?"

"Yeah, he's really good and calm."

"I mean he's getting crazier!!!" Nick growled: "How could Spider-Man 'said he had to wait until this thing was over' to accuse me?! You completely led him astray!!!"

"My pleasure." Schiller showed a provocative smile.

Peter looked in front of the corpses, turned to Nick and said, "I think we can resurrect these corpses, and then see if the spiritual bodies inside the corpses are still contaminated in some way, so that we can confirm that the pollution is indeed It exists in the body, and observing how it contaminates the mental body may help us figure out where it is hidden in the body.

Peter's thoughts obviously jumped. Nick did not react. He said: "This corpse is very dangerous, and these people have been resurrected. They can't..."

"What I mean is that we simulated a brain wave, that is, we created a ghost and put it in the corpse, then resurrected it and observed how the ghost was contaminated by the pollutants in the corpse."

Nick gasped, then glared at Schiller and said, "Look at the mad scientist you've created!"

"I'm not crazy, Nick." Peter was still trying to explain, "Because we discovered it too late, and for safety reasons, we had to take such strong measures at the moment of discovery without any opportunity to observe, but Observation is the best way to get clues. Since you have missed it in living people, you can also use corpses. "

Then he stepped forward and explained sincerely: "I know that if things are like this, I can't escape responsibility, but again, if I am destined to be accused, I have to solve this matter first, because Gwen and others They are in danger now, and saving them is more important than trying me.”

"No one wants to judge you!" Nick said categorically: "No one will know about this matter, and those who know will not betray you. What I am saying is that your method is too dangerous!"

"More dangerous than trying me?"

Nick took a deep breath, looked at Peter, then at Schiller, then at Peter, gritted his teeth and cursed, saying: "I have to admit, it is indeed more dangerous to judge you, because if I If I throw you into jail, in addition to this madman named Rodriguez, there will also be a madman named Stark, a madman named Rogers, and a madman named Strange."

"Believe me, all the other lunatics combined are not as good as me." Schiller said proudly: "You won't even have the chance to meet them."

Nick really couldn't stand these mental patients. He hammered the table and said: "I said, I will never allow this..."

Peter took out his mobile phone, shook it in front of Nick, and then said: "Times are different now, Director, the account of the third generation of Spider-Man has more than 4 million fans on the entire network..."

Nick took a deep breath, his eyes almost popped out of his eye sockets, and Peter still said: "If you don't let me participate in the investigation, I will publicly surrender. If you put all the charges against Mysterio on me, you'd better think about how you are going to deal with these lunatics during the 300 years I'm in prison."

Nick blurted out a swear word.

But in the end, he compromised, and looked at Peter who started to work immediately, and said to Schiller with the pain on his forehead.

"Tell me he was drunk. Really, I can't accept any other possibility except that he was drunk and crazy."

"Yes, he was drunk." Schiller said with a smile: "But he is almost 30 years old and is no longer a child."

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