The next day, when Schiller got up in the morning, as soon as Schiller sat up from the bed, he shouted in a daze: "Pikachu! Pikachu! Are you practicing your damn electric guitar again?! Stop it!"
Down!"
Pikachu, holding a half-eaten apple, jumped up on Schiller's bedside table, looked at him and said: "What are you talking about? Since the last time I was thrown three meters away by the string of the guitar, I
I will never practice an instrument again.”
"What is that sound that is so deafening?? My rock and roll dream??!" Schiller frowned hard, covering his head and said: "God, I thought you had got into my brain, otherwise
, Why does my head hurt so much? Gray fog! Gray fog! What are you doing?"
There was a gurgling sound coming from the gray mist. Judging from his vague expression, he must have just woken up from a hangover. It is difficult to control himself now. He has tried his best and there is nothing he can do for him.
His master solves the hangover problem.
Schiller struggled to sit up straight, put his hands on the soft quilt, then stretched out a hand, rubbed his eyes vigorously, and said: "I just said, drinking is not a good habit..."
Pikachu took a bite of the apple with a "click", and while chewing it with his cheeks, he said: "Last night, when you came back, it was almost three o'clock in the morning, and it turned into a mist, floating in the middle of the room, let me ask you
Why don't you go to bed quickly? You said you planned to sleep here..."
"Just go to sleep. Halfway through your sleep, the gray mist floated to the ceiling. The gray mist seeped up from the ceiling, causing smoke to come out from the floor upstairs. The patient almost went crazy with fright..."
"The supervisor led the nurse sister upstairs for disinfection. If my eyes and hands hadn't pulled you back quickly, you would still be in the vacuum cleaner now!"
"Stop talking." Schiller covered his face with his hands and said, "I will never drink again. It's all because of those damn rotten people. How can they drink so well?"
After saying that, he turned to look at Pikachu. Pikachu put the apple down, shook his lightning-shaped tail, jumped on Schiller's quilt, and rubbed his cheek with his short hands.
"Want something to cheer you up?" Pikachu asked, then stretched his tail vigorously, and with a "sizzle" sound, lightning exploded.
Tens of seconds later, Schiller blew out a puff of smoke, straightened his messy hair, and said, "Thank you, I'm much better."
He lifted the quilt, walked out of bed, and coughed twice. At this time, Ultron was already waiting outside the door. The robot butler wiped the table with the towel on his arm, and then put the beef shatsuka, garlic
A fragrant butter baguette and a glass of orange juice were placed on the table.
Schiller sat at the table, picked up the knife and fork, and spread the half-cooked egg liquid on the baguette. Just as he was about to put it into his mouth, he heard a "buzzing" vibration coming from the window.
.
Schiller almost bit his tongue. He put down the knife and fork in his hand, looked out the window, frowned and asked: "What is this sound? Why does it sound like there is renovation somewhere? Are there any renovation plans for the nursing home recently?"
"No, sir." Ultron replied. His tone was more cold and mechanical than Jarvis, but his answer was equally precise: "The sound you just heard came from the back of the sanatorium.
It came from Mi Chu."
"The SkyTrain station is under construction and is expected to be completed in one week. I checked all New York construction and engineering construction noise regulations and conducted all-day noise monitoring. No violations were found in this project."
Schiller sighed and said: "Aren't Stark Industries' products all modular in design? Can't floor assembly be enough? Why do we still need to build them?"
"According to the construction schedule sent to me by Jarvis, the main components of the train station have been assembled. However, because it needs to be connected to the ground and achieve a certain degree of disaster resistance, the foundation and frame construction still use traditional methods to ensure
The stability of the building…”
Just as he said this, there was another "ta-da-da" vibration. Without even looking, Schiller knew that the foundation must be being excavated. He held his forehead with his hand and said: "In other words, it still needs to be excavated."
It will take me a week to get rid of this terrible noise..."
"Yes, sir, but they will only carry out construction within 8 hours during the day on weekdays. The entire process is completed by intelligent construction machinery and will not have any impact on the operation of the nursing home..."
"Have any patients reported that the noise affected their recovery?" Schiller asked.
"Not yet, sir, but this morning a patient in a ward said that the air purification system in the nursing home was not working. Last night, he found a very thick fog in his room. He suggested that we install a whole-house fresh air system...
…”
Schiller waved his hand and said: "Ignore him, he didn't take his medicine and he was hallucinating..."
Then, Schiller asked Huiwu again: "Can you help me block out the sound of decoration?"
Hui Wu came to a vague realization, to the effect that he could do it, but it would probably be useless.
Schiller didn't understand what he meant at first, but later he discovered that the gray fog had indeed blocked his hearing, preventing him from hearing the construction noise. However, because the site was too close to the nursing home, there was constant noise coming from the site.
There was no way to block the tremors in the air as the ground was broken.
The ears are just receivers of sound. Blocking hearing does not mean that the body cannot feel vibrations. Schiller wanted to turn into mist and directly block the vibrations, but he was worried that the patient upstairs would hallucinate again, so he could only start
Consider moving out of here.
Schiller's bedroom is located at the back of the nursing home, relatively close to the construction site. If he moved to the front, the construction site would be farther away, but closer to a driveway in the town.
The sanatorium covers a large area and there are many buildings in the middle. However, because it is quiet and the scenery is beautiful, many wealthy people in New York choose to book a long-term room here to check their psychological and mental state regularly.
Those who are short of money will be booked into the best ward.
Schiller could have just broken the contract and kicked them out, but seeing the sky-high medical bills these wealthy men were willing to pay for this room, he suddenly felt that his head ached no more, his legs were no longer sore, and even the noise could be tolerated.
After thinking about it, Schiller decided that since he still had a small clinic in Hell's Kitchen, he might as well move there first to make a transition.
Hell's Kitchen is not much quieter than here, but the location of the small clinic is better. It is not in a lively neighborhood, and because the owner of the clinic has a good reputation, almost no one who is blind dares to come here to cause trouble.
Whatever he wanted to do, Schiller asked Ultron to pack his luggage. He dragged the suitcase in one hand and held Pikachu in the other, and moved from the luxurious and spacious nursing home back to the small clinic in Hell's Kitchen.
On the first night after moving back, Schiller thought he could have a good sleep. Just when he was about to pull down the rolling shutter door of the clinic, a hand stopped him. Schiller turned his head and found that it was Matt.
Daredevil Matt did not wear his uniform or the suit commonly worn by lawyers, but wore a sports suit, carrying a box with cherry blossoms in one hand and a dozen cold beers in the other.
"What's wrong? Matt?" Schiller asked with some confusion.
"It's nothing. Erica went to Japan and brought back the specialty sakura cakes and sashimi there. I bought some beer and we can chat." Matt smiled and raised the box in his hand.
But Schiller found that his smile seemed a little forced, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes showed that he had not had a good rest these days. So Schiller stopped closing the door, raised the rolling shutter door again, and said: "
come in."
Putting the box down, opening the beer, Schiller brought two small plates, poured the fish sauce on them, and put the wasabi puree on another plate.
Once you open the box and take off the upper layer of sakura cake, the remaining two layers are full of sashimi with cold smoke. There are arctic clams, tuna, large horse mackerel, etc., all of which are the types of sashimi that Japanese people like, cut into different shapes.
Very beautiful, with some ginger slices and shredded white radish at the bottom.
Matt took out the sashimi and said: "Erica went back this time to resolve her personal vendetta. As you know, she was brainwashed by the Hand to become a killer before, which almost caused a big mistake. After she woke up, she felt
Very angry and always wanted revenge."
"During the time when you were exploring the universe, the two of us were not idle. We found Gunsou. Gunsou believed that Erica is firm and pure enough now. Therefore, in the past few years, we have been grinding
Practicing martial arts, each of them has improved a lot."
"SHIELD is optimistic about Erica's abilities and hopes that she can solve some problems for SHIELD. Erica reached a deal with them, so she also received a lot of help from them and got some quite advanced equipment.
.”
"So, a few months ago, Erica, who was fully prepared, returned to Japan and killed the Hand members who had brainwashed her before. Although she failed to uproot them, it still solved a problem in her mind."
Schiller opened the beer bottle and felt dizzy the moment he smelled the alcohol. So he put down the beer can, picked up a piece of sashimi with chopsticks, put it on the plate, and put the wasabi puree on the sashimi.
In the center, fold the sashimi in half, dip it in soy sauce, and put it in your mouth.
The sweet and oily taste greatly stimulated the taste buds, and at this time, how could there be no ice beer that was fragrant and slightly bitter? Schiller took a sip of the beer and let out a heartfelt admiration.
Matt praised: "I can't tell, but you are quite expert. Not only can you use chopsticks, but you also know how to season. Some people like to stir wasabi sauce and soy sauce together, which will make the food more salty..."
After saying that, he twisted out two slices of ginger from the side of the sashimi box, mixed them with shredded white radish, put a piece of arctic clam into his mouth, and took a sip of beer. The two touched the beer can and started chatting again.
"Then this should be considered a good thing. Erica still has the time to bring you so many specialties, which means things are going very smoothly. You should be happy for her..."
"Who says it's not?" Matt smiled and said, "The night Erica came back, we went to a high-end restaurant and spent a lot of money. Unexpectedly, we could go to God the next day.
We are all very happy that the Shield has been reimbursed..."
"But soon..." A sad look appeared on Matt's face. He pursed his lips and said with some hesitation: "Schiller, I really treat you as a friend, so I told you this. You must never
Don’t tell anyone…”
"Don't worry, I'm a professional psychiatrist and I won't reveal secrets. Just tell me, what's wrong?"
Matt sighed deeply and said: "Well, that night, we were in a good mood, so we talked about the future. We planned to buy a house in New York first and then get married. Of course, this is all simple..."
"My salary is relatively high, and Erica has also found a job at S.H.I.E.L.D. If you want a mortgage, cars and houses are not a problem. Marriage is also expected. We have known each other since college, and now we have many friends.
It’s been a year, and it’s time to stabilize.”
"But the only disagreement we have is about the child." Matt touched his eyes and said, "Erica thinks that we should have a child immediately after we get married, but I don't want to do that."
"Although the Hand and the Kingpin have become a lot more honest recently, they are still in crisis. When a child is born, let alone whether they have the energy to educate him properly, even the most basic safety cannot be guaranteed..."
"If there is an accident, we will all regret it for the rest of our lives."
This chapter has been completed!