"What? Kama Taj has created a large portal?...How big is it? It can reach the moon as big as it is?...Okay, I know, wait."

Stark hung up the phone and said a little angrily: "These mages must have taken the lead. They actually solved the problem of material transportation first. Doesn't that mean that my research speed is too slow?"

Banner was still writing materials without any haste. Stark was angry when he saw him. He said, "This is a game, do you understand? We can't lose to those who do magic! I must prove to them that mechanical technology is the best way out for humans!"

Banner yawned and said: "I have finished the universality and utilization of vibrator materials. The data analysis reports of 69 available alloys are placed there. The utilization rate of Mercury's global magnetic field belt has been transmitted. There is still a last bit left in the geological exploration report and structural restructuring of Crater..."

"Stark, you have time to complain. Can you finish the part of the exploration robot work in your hand as soon as possible? We are all waiting for you..."

The next person pushed Benna's arm with his elbow and whispered to him: "Don't put too much pressure on him, after all, people have their limits..."

With a "swoosh", the mecha flew over from outside the window, and with a "Kacha" breaking through the glass, it instantly armed on Stark.

Stark pulled down the face armor and said to Jarvis: "The power of the life maintenance device is turned on to the maximum! Next, I don't want to waste a little time solving physiological needs!"

"Extreme? Stark was born to define the limit!"

While turning around, he also compared the middle fingers to the two sitting in front of the laboratory bench.

Banner looked at his left back and said hesitantly: "Wouldn't it be a bit too much for you to make me stimulate him like this? He wouldn't really die suddenly after staying up late, right?"

"Stop worrying about him, how do you feel? Is the drug effective?"

Banner turned his head back, sighed, and said, "I was taking medicine as prescribed by the doctor some time before I came here, but the effect was not great."

"Hulk is immune to all stabilizing drugs. I finished the medicine one second before and the next second when he came out, and there would be no sluggishness."

Schiller shook his head and said, "Your situation is really troublesome. The Gama ray strengthens your body, but the one who can control this power is your other personality."

Banner also sighed, obviously he had been bothering about this for a long time. Schiller continued: "Last night, I read out all your medical records and psychological counseling reports. I am currently a little inspired."

"Is it the new treatment you mentioned before?"

"Yes, I also brought in an expert who is very good at this. If you want, we will have a consultation tonight. Even if we can't fundamentally solve the problem, it may improve your situation."

"That would be better." Banner took off his glasses, rubbed his eyes, and said, "I really wish I could end this bad life soon, but he was like a ghostly devil. No matter where I went, I had to worry about the damage he might cause..."

"Because you are a good person, you have this psychological burden. Don't worry. Even if you can't solve the problem from the psychological level, we can solve the problem from the physical level."

"Physical level? What are you referring to?"

"In fact, what bothers you is not Hulk, but the damage caused by Hulk, right?"

"Yes, actually I know that Hulk is one of my personalities. I have mentioned it during the diagnosis and treatment before..."

"Okay, I know, you don't have to repeat it again. Hulk is the product of your childhood trauma. You came out, but he didn't, so it's normal for you to have sympathy for him."

"I know it's a bit irresponsible. He's so good at destroying, but I don't want to destroy him because he's borne the shadow of my childhood for me."

"But I've been living in the fear that he will cause harm to others. As you said, I don't hate him, but the damage he brings."

"I've shown you before, there's magic in this world, right?"

Banner looked at Schiller and said, "Actually, I'm very surprised. You are actually a magician, but that's right. No normal psychologist will insist on giving me psychological treatment after knowing that there is a monster in my body."

"You will have a transformation process for a few seconds if you transform into Hulk, right? In fact, as long as you carry a mage with you, teleport you to a corner of the Milky Way during your transformation, anyway, as long as it is in a no-man's land. When Hulk's anger fades, teleport you back."

Banner raised his eyebrows. He didn't expect this method. He touched his chin and said, "It seems that it is possible. Although Hulk will have great destructive power when he is angry, it won't last long."

"You should know better than me how vast the universe is. What no one has is that as long as you can use this method to avoid the damage caused by Hulk, relieve your inner guilt, stabilize your mental state, and then supplement with long-term treatment, there may be a possibility of completely solving the problem."

Banner nodded and said, "Will the treatment start tonight?"

His tone was obviously more active than before, and then he asked in confusion: "Why is it at night? I have basically finished my work. Can't it be done now?"

Schiller shook his head and said, "Noon is not a good time to drink."

"Drinking?...what wine?"

The light outside the window began to gradually weaken, from a dazzling white light to a warm sunset. Schiller walked to the window of the Arkham Nursing Home office and pulled the curtains. Banner sat on the sofa and looked at the glass of wine in front of him, and felt a little dizzy.

"God, what kind of wine is this? Just smelling the smell, I already have a little..."

He shook his head hard and placed his hand on his glasses. Before he could push it, he felt a white light flashing in front of his eyes, followed by a hazy darkness.

Banner felt like he was falling in the darkness. As the fall became faster and faster, the wind whistled in his ears. After the light flashed again, Banner sat up from the sofa. He turned to look for Schiller's figure, but saw a bald old man sitting opposite him.

After Schiller lowered his waist and put away the wine glass in front of him. He introduced to Charles: "This is a patient I mentioned to you before. His problem is quite big."

Then he introduced to Banner: "Now, we are in your consciousness space, simply put, in your dream, the kind of wine just now can make people dream."

"In the dream?" Banner asked in confusion: "How is it possible? Isn't this reality? Then why is it so real?"

"Real? Are you sure you have 7 fingers?"

When Banner heard this, he looked down at his hand. He found that there were indeed 7 fingers on his hand, but he did not feel anything wrong.

"this……"

In general, Bruce Banner is still an ordinary person. Even if he is very intelligent, his worldview is still within the scope of ordinary people. He touched his shoulders and chest and found that the touch was extremely real. Then he looked up at Schiller and asked, "Is this the new therapy you are talking about? This should not belong to the category of psychology, but the category of mystery, right?"

"No, all this is rigorous and logical. If you believe me, I'm not a quack."

Charles said, "Can you open some of your memory permissions to me? I need to find the lesions first before I can think about how to solve them."

“…Okay, what am I going to do?”

As soon as Banner finished asking, Schiller snapped his fingers, and Banner's figure disappeared. Schiller explained to Charles: "I blocked his consciousness first, because the root of his psychological problems comes from childhood trauma. If he experiences it again in a dream, I'm afraid he will break down."

Charles nodded and said, "It is good to be cautious, and this is also for the sake of the patient's safety."

As the two talked, the scene around them slowly changed. The exquisite wooden floors faded down layer by layer and turned into some gray tiles. The walls of the room moved forward little by little, and the space became smaller. The floor-to-ceiling windows became narrow and small dark windows. A little boy squatted in front of the cabinet, and a bearded man was beating him.

Schiller and Charles were standing at the door of the small and broken kitchen. Looking at the little Banner who was suffering from domestic violence inside, Charles sighed and said, "I knew it would be like this."

"Most patients with multiple personality disorders have created a virtual personality because they have suffered strong mental stimulation and their personality cannot withstand the harm caused by this stimulation." Schiller said to Little Banner.

And the moment he finished speaking, the little Banner, who was originally squatting on the ground and crying, suddenly turned into a green behemoth. He roared angrily and howled helplessly, venting his anger to everything around him.

"Fear." Charles said very firmly: "His anger comes from fear. I can feel very clearly that he is very afraid of violence, but only violence can vent the anger brought by this fear."

Schiller and Charles are completely unaffected by the crazy Hulk, because this is in the space of consciousness.

Schiller continued to analyze: "While he was deeply hurt by violence, he also felt a desire for the authority brought by violence, which is also the common point of most manic personality. They have been hurt by violence, but they have brought violence to more people."

"The reason they can't control themselves is that fear and anger have caused them to lose all their sense of security, so they want to find a measure that can bring them a sense of security."

Charles continued: "…and this measure is a resort to violence."

"Let's not talk about this for now. How should we solve this problem? I am frankly speaking, with ordinary psychotherapy, it is unlikely that this personality will be eliminated, and Banner is unwilling to eliminate this personality that represents his childhood trauma."

"I can forcefully delete it, but it doesn't make sense." Charles sighed, seeing Schiller's somewhat interested look, he explained: "I can modify people's memories at will. This kind of thing is as simple as eating and drinking water for me."

"I can even delete all the memories of his domestic violence, and no trace will be left."

"But human thinking and consciousness are not that simple. Anyone's thinking has inertia. When I modify their memories, it is like pulling out a building block from the bottom of a pile of very tall building blocks."

"Maybe the moment the building block was pulled out, the entire building block tower could remain stable, but if you want to get it up, there will be a risk of falling in love, and the higher the build, the more dangerous it is."

"Brascal deletion and modification of memories may not only lead to memory confusion, but also may lead to personality collapse. People who have been forcibly deleted will feel that their behavior patterns and memories are completely different, and their way of thinking about problems has no root, which will lead to their mental collapse."

"It seems that we can only start with him. My idea is to guide him to build his own thinking palace so that he can control when Hulk will come out."

Schiller snapped his fingers, and he and Charles returned to his palace of thinking. The two walked out of the room and came to the corridor of the tower. Looking down, Schiller introduced: "Actually, I also have some very dangerous personalities. Once I occupy my body, I may do some crazy actions."

"But in my thinking hall, there are traps and levels specifically targeting them, and you have to climb up one by one to get to the vicinity of the manifest consciousness."

"The degree of activity of personality is also related to the intensity of the spirit. The part of the intensity assigned to them is consumed by him in the battle of wits and courage with traps and levels, so he will naturally be more at ease and will not interfere with my actions."

Charles stared at the bottomless interior of the tower and said, "I never thought of this method, so I'm not sure if it can be done, but I think I can give it a try."

"If, as you said, his personality is a monster that will cause great damage, even if it can be controlled a little, it will be a great improvement and the situation will not be worse."

Soon, Banner's consciousness appeared again in Schiller's palace of thinking, but this time, the three of them came to the floor.

Schiller explained his ideas to Banner, saying, "Next, I will take you to visit my palace of thinking, and you can draw some inspiration from it to construct your own."

"As you can see, this is the first floor. This black floor represents the bottom of my consciousness. I have strengthened it countless times to prevent some personality from falling down, and it will never be found."

"Well..." Banner made a nasal voice with some confusion, and Schiller turned to ask him, "What's wrong? Is there anything I can't understand?"

"That's not, I understand everything, including the theory of thinking hall you just mentioned. I'm just a little surprised. What's going on in the middle?"

"Uh... this is a problem left over before, wait..." Schiller took out the phone from his pocket and said, "Hey?...what are you doing? Didn't you say it last time? You have to fill in the pit dug last time. What if someone falls in?...What? Are you on vacation? You go on vacation before you finish your work, you...hey????"

Schiller hung up the phone, and he curled his lips helplessly and said, "Don't care, it's just a temporary passage. It should have been blocked, but the person who created this thing went on vacation and when he came back, he should fill it in."

"Let's go up, pay attention to the stairs, and don't touch the handrail. There may be traps on it. Next we are on the first floor, which is also a relatively early building. Look to the left, there are two rooms here..."
Chapter completed!