"What do you think will attract fish to the bait?"
"Hungry? Arrogant? I don't know."
Natasha was still staring closely at the fishing line disappearing on the water, as if a fish could be seen from the hole. Schiller's fishing line was floating not far away from him, and it seemed that the bait was not there.
It is heavy and even a bit too light for ice fishing. Even in the very gentle wind at noon, the fishing line can make ripples.
"Normally speaking, I wouldn't call a night of consensual pleasure immoral." Natasha tentatively said, "Maybe in the eyes of some people, it only symbolizes debauchery. Obviously this
The crowd does not include me.”
"But I think it is necessary to obtain the subject's 'full' consent before starting this matter."
"Do you tell every one of your one-night stands that you're the Black Widow?"
Natasha almost roared in pain. She leaned forward and said to the ice: "They don't need to know! What good will this do to our next intimacy?!"
"So you didn't inform them of your danger."
"That's because I don't know how to..."
"You really can't?"
Natasha was silent, and after a long time she said as if to make up for it: "In most cases no, my encounters with those boys are usually only related to romance. If they keep it within this scope,
Then they will not be in danger."
"But someone wanted more."
"Men usually want more." Natasha sighed deeply and said as if she had remembered something: "After they thought they had conquered my body, they began to explore the possibility of capturing my spirit."
"Although it's a bit rude, I can understand it because it was me who gave them the illusion of this possibility. This was to make them ignore my aggression, otherwise they would be like a shy quail.
Don’t dare to do it, that’s what Tony Stark is like.”
"He is the smartest man in the world. I dare say he noticed something was wrong the first time he saw me. It was just that he was in a bad mental state at that time, as if he was looking for death. Maybe he wanted to find a romance for himself.
What a way to die."
"But he still backed down."
"No smart person can." Natasha raised her head and glanced at Schiller's eyes, and said: "Especially you smart detectives, I only need to expose more than 30% of the skin on my upper body, and you can tell
I used to kill people like crazy."
"So those people who feel comfortable sleeping with you and being killed by you are also because they are stupid."
Great, the topic has returned to its original point. Natasha thought painfully, how could she try to convince a psychiatrist?
"I'm curious as to why you tried to stop me by reasoning. You don't usually use this method, right? Madam."
Natasha looked up at Schiller again and said: "The question is how do I know that if I use another method, you or I or both of us will not get hurt and make the situation even more uncontrollable?
"You are one of those rare agents who sees the big picture."
"If not, I would have disappeared in a flash." Natasha's tone was full of sadness.
Manhattan is still prosperous and the roads are busy with traffic. Even with more advanced transportation facilities such as shuttles, the number of vehicles has not been reduced. Strange, who was sitting in the driver's seat, honked the horn impatiently and turned his seat.
Stark, who was in the passenger seat, was startled.
"God, haven't you gotten used to the traffic in New York?" Stark took off his sunglasses and said impatiently, "It's useless to honk the horn."
"But it makes me feel better." Strange said expressionlessly: "They will never know how many people will die if they stop an excellent surgeon. The God of Death must give them a prize.
"
"Are you sure you can find Schiller's old residence?"
"I told you, it is registered in the medical information of the Presbyterian Church. I originally found the phone number of his emergency contact, but the number has been canceled." Strange looked out the car window and said.
Soon, their car drove along the streets of Manhattan and entered the back alley of an apartment building. After the two got out of the car and walked to the front of the apartment building, Strange took out the authentication card from his suit pocket.
"When I got this information, I called the landlord, and he said that someone was still renewing the lease in that house. I guessed that person was Schiller, but he didn't live here, so I guessed he might be in
There’s something in there.”
"Wouldn't it be a little bad if we just go in like this?"
"If you're worried about this, you shouldn't come with me." Strange said as he walked into the elevator passage, and Stark followed him.
"I'm pretty sure he was drunk when I first met him. Judging from the dilation of his pupils, he might have taken drugs, but it wasn't a professional drug. It might have been an overdose of analgesics."
"It's unimaginable." Stark shook his head and said.
Soon the elevator reached the designated floor. Strange stepped out of the elevator without hesitation and strode towards the apartment corridor, then looked up to check the number on the door.
"2128...here." Strange shook his head at Stark behind him, and then began to unlock the door.
"Do you remember what Schiller said about another world?" Stark asked first.
"You mean the world he came from? Maybe there is such a world, but we first have to figure out how he started in our world."
Strange walked into the door and touched the light switch from the wall on one side. After turning on the light, the room was very neat and tidy. It was a very standard Manhattan high-end apartment. As you can imagine, the door directly opposite
Floor-to-ceiling windows offer a view of the bustling night scene, which accounts for 80% of the rental value.
Strange stood on the threshold and looked around for a week, then touched the top of the shoe cabinet and said: "There are people cleaning here all the time, but this apartment building probably does not have in-home cleaning services."
Just as Stark was about to walk in, Strange stopped him, then took out two pairs of shoe covers and gloves and said: "Although I'm not sure if Schiller is renewing the lease, no matter who it is, we can't be arrogant.
They broke into his house and made a mess."
Stark looked at Strange as if he was a little surprised. Strange said while putting on his shoe covers: "Don't stare at me. Although I have no morals, I have the most basic qualities."
After they were armed, they walked into the room. It was a very standard apartment suite, with one bedroom, one living room, one kitchen and one bathroom. The open kitchen, dining room and living room were connected together.
If there is anything that is most eye-catching in the ordinary modern decoration style living room, it must be the cabinet next to the dining table. Strange did not hesitate, strode over, and then found that this cabinet was indeed strange.
There were several wine bottles inside.
They were wine bottles instead of wine. The caps had completely disappeared and the wine was gone. Some of the labels on the wine bottles were still stained with wine. No matter how you looked at them, they didn’t look like they should be placed beside a meal in an apartment of this caliber.
The contents of the cabinet.
"Jesus, are you sure it's Schiller who's been cleaning this house?" Stark squinted at the contents of the wine cabinet and said, "Jack Daniels, are you serious? Oh, this bottle of Chivas Regal
It looks good, but the age is bad. When did Schiller start drinking cheap whiskey?"
Strange opened the sliding door of the wine cabinet and carefully took out the wine bottles inside with gloved hands. After checking, he found that the total value of these wines should not exceed five hundred US dollars.
Drinks in New York are still very expensive. Things here are already ridiculously expensive, and some non-daily necessities are even more expensive. Five hundred dollars sounds like a lot, but it is nothing compared to drinks, let alone
The total cost of so many bottles of wine is only a few hundred yuan, which can be called the cheapest among the cheap.
In the process of taking out the wine bottles, Strange took out a few small medicine bottles from the depths of the wine cabinet. He raised his eyebrows instantly. Stark leaned over to take a look. Strange took one
The bottle was handed to him and he looked at the other bottle.
"MDMA? Central nervous system stimulant? What is this? Benzodiazepine?" Stark read out the scientific name on the medicine bottle.
Strange put several small bottles on the table without looking, and said: "To put it simply, drugs, stimulants, sleeping pills and antidepressants."
Stark stared at the vial and said in confusion: "A drug-addicted insomniac suffering from depression?"
"Now there is a question." Strange knocked on the table and said: "When did Schiller come and in what form?"
"You mean did he bring his body here?" Stark tilted his head, quickly understood what Strange meant, and then shook his head and said, "I prefer not, because Professor X
It is said that Schiller's body has extraordinary strength, but it is obvious that his body is normal now, and there are no symptoms of muscle restrictions being lifted."
"I checked the time with all the other superheroes who met Schiller earlier." Strange tapped his fingertips on the table lightly and said: "No one has seen him earlier than me, and I saw him for the first time."
During the interview, he clearly showed signs of excessive drinking and drug abuse."
"You're saying that a drug addict killed himself and then Schiller took over his body?" Stark frowned and speculated.
"The question now is, why does the owner of this body take so many drugs at the same time?" Strange picked up another small pill bottle and said: "And he is also a doctor. Psychiatrists should know better what these drugs are.
Things that cannot be taken at the same time, especially central nervous system stimulants and diazepam, plus alcohol, are very likely to kill him."
"suicide?"
Strange stared at the wine bottles and medicine bottles on the table in silence, and after a long while he said: "It is difficult to have other possibilities, even for drug addicts who have been drunk to the point of losing their minds.
After drinking so many bottles of cheap whiskey, he went to look for diazepam drugs, which is exactly what a psychiatrist would do."
"So what happened to this unfortunate guy?" Stark touched his chin and said, "Does Nick have his file? Where is his resume?"
"I checked, but nothing extraordinary." Strange shook his head and said: "The records are not very detailed. After all, he was just an ordinary person before this. What can you find in my file?
I can only find the same things on my files, most of which only have academic information.”
"I still remember that it seemed that the entire psychology community was his teacher and classmate."
"The field of psychology is not that big to begin with."
After Strange finished speaking, he turned and walked towards the bedroom again, but this time it was Stark who discovered something.
Stark bent down and pulled out a large box from under the bed. After opening the lid of the box, he let out an exclamation.
"Oh, what is this? A picture album?"
This chapter has been completed!