Hearing the name, Schiller opened his eyes in surprise, but he didn't show it. He just looked at the young man again calmly.
This Chinese young man is over 1.8 meters tall and has a very healthy body shape, but he has not built himself into a big guy like many Europeans and Americans. His body shape is still thin, but the muscles of his forearms can be seen as being well-trained.
His face is not completely Asian, he looks more like a mixed race. His hair and pupils are black, but his brow bones and roots are higher, and he has some Caucasian characteristics between his brows and eyes.
More importantly, Schiller discovered that he looked nothing like a Chinese living in the United States. Due to the cultural differences between East and West, there is a big gap in the understanding of expressions between Easterners and Westerners.
For Easterners, a smile is actually a smile, usually with the lips closed, the corners of the mouth raised, and occasionally a bit of teeth exposed.
But for Westerners, a smile must show teeth, preferably gums, and the corners of the mouth should be raised high, which is more like an exaggerated animation.
This is even more obvious when taking group photos. Although Asians born and raised in the United States and international students have similar appearances, their demeanor and expressions are completely different, to the point where they can be distinguished from each other just by looking at the photos.
If the young man in front of me is Xu Shangqi, then he should be a Chinese-American, and he should have been here for at least many years.枞
But now, this young man's appearance and expression look like that of an international student who has just arrived here not long ago. He does not have that overdone and almost false American enthusiasm at all. Instead, he looks reserved, even shy.
More importantly, Schiller clearly remembered that Shang-Chi was a kung fu master, Natasha didn't bring many agents, and Banner didn't release the Hulk, so how did he get caught here? And he started vomiting blood as soon as he arrived.
?
Although the Kung Fu Master is not very strong in Marvel's chaotic world of demons, he is not that weak, right?
Although Schiller had doubts in his heart, he did not show it. He just wrote his name silently on the medical record, then looked at Xu Shangqi and asked: "How do you feel now? Why are you vomiting blood?"
"I..." Xu Shangqi opened his mouth, as if he didn't know what to say, but facing Schiller's focused gaze, he eagerly wanted to answer something to gain the doctor's trust, because he knew that he was now facing
The situation is very bad. Without an ally, he may never be able to leave here.
Natasha's cold attitude really put a lot of pressure on him. This was no joke. When a U.S. agent was doing something, emptying the magazine was not the end, but the beginning.
Xu Shangqi sighed deeply, full of sorrow and sadness. He scratched his short black hair hard and said, "I don't know, doctor, I don't know anything."
Schiller looked at him helplessly and said, "But if you don't say anything, I can't help you."
"I really don't know, I have lost my memory." Xu Shangqi covered his face with one hand, then lifted his hair, frowning and said: "The police fired during the conflict that day, and they hit me
The back of my head, but a mysterious force protected me and kept me alive. However, I felt that I was mentally disturbed, so I ran away in a panic. I didn't mean to abandon my companions on purpose. "
Schiller looked at Xu Shangqi's face and listened to his explanation that was full of loopholes. He seemed to have some premonitions. He gently patted the guardrail with his hand and said, "Okay, if you insist that you have a mental problem, I will
You will be thoroughly examined, and if you are later charged, the results of the examination will be a decisive factor in your future."
Schiller stood up, looked at the young man's face and said, "You should have a good rest here. I will come see you tomorrow."
After saying that, Schiller stood up and left, while Xu Shangqi looked at his back and frowned tightly.
In the middle of the night, the young man who was sleeping on the bed suddenly turned over, turned his head and stared at the gap in the door. He didn't get up quietly until the lights in the corridor went out.
Feeling the pain in his chest, he cursed in Chinese in a low voice and muttered a few dialects, trying to use the muscle power of his strong body to get out of bed.
He tiptoed to the window, twisted the handle of the window, and found that it was unlocked, so he looked around and quietly pushed the window open.
Xu Shangqi stepped on the edge of the window with one foot, trying to jump out, but at this moment, a voice came from behind him.
"I advise you not to jump. There are all agents downstairs."
It's spoken in Chinese.
Xu Shangqi suddenly turned around and saw the psychiatrist he had seen during the day standing at the door with a folder of medical records in one hand and a glass of still steaming water in the other.
Schiller walked to Xu Shangqi's bedside and sat down. Shi Shiran raised his legs, opened the folder in the medical record, and said: "Do you fantasize about killing everyone in the Marvel world and realize your dreams?"
The dream of a superhero? Thinking that you are the chosen one, so you can definitely escape?"
Xu Shangqi, who was standing by the window in a hospital gown, opened his eyes in shock because all Schiller said was in fluent Chinese.
He walked over quickly, grabbed the guardrail of the hospital bed with both hands, and said, "Isn't it? You are too, you said 'Marvel', right?... You said it, right???"
"Don't make a fuss."
Schiller's voice was so low that it was almost breathy. He took a pen and wrote something on the medical record in the dim light. Then he tapped the guardrail on the other side with the end of the pen and said: "Sit on the opposite side, and then
Let’s talk about you.”
"Please!" Xu Shangqi opened his hands in disbelief and said: "You traveled through time and became a psychiatrist?! Or a psychiatrist from SHIELD??? Do you know what will happen in a few years? That
If the purple sweet potato spirit snaps his fingers, half of the people will die, which is hundreds of millions of living people!!!"
Xu Shangqi felt a little broken. He kept walking around the room, covering his arms and said: "On my way to the internship, the taxi hit a big truck. With a 'bang', I
I don’t know anything anymore.”
"When I opened my eyes again, there was another 'bang' sound, and the bullet hit the back of my head. I clearly heard a scream, and then I felt that my body was as hot as boiling water."
"Suddenly, I felt a chill on the back of my head. Bullets were flying. Six or seven policemen pointed their guns at my head. But I didn't run away because of this. I felt like I was going to explode. I didn't want to blow them all up.
Dead."
The more Xu Shangqi talked, the angrier he became. He kicked the foot of the hospital bed and said, "I don't even know what evil I have done! It's okay to travel through time, and it's still on Xu Shangqi's body! Don't let me
If you see that Fu Manchu, I'll blow his head off!"
After saying that, he kicked the foot of the bed again, making a "bang" sound, gasping for breath, obviously very angry, and then he shook his head and said: "These American policemen kill people without blinking an eye.
!I watched helplessly as they knocked down two or three marchers, and now they’ve caught me here, these damn lackeys!”
It could be seen that the young man in front of him was not very good at swearing. Even if it was a Chinese curse word, there were only a few words he could use over and over again. Suddenly, as if he had just come to his senses, he turned to look at Schiller.
He looked at Schiller's white appearance and suddenly said: "Looking at your Chinese accent, you must be Chinese too, right? Forget it, Xu Shangqi is Xu Shangqi, at least he still looks like a descendant of the dragon."
Schiller just sat calmly in his seat, watching him express his emotions and gloating at other times, quietly profiling the young man in his heart.
Unexpectedly, the young man sat down next to him, turned to look at him and said, "You are unlucky enough to be in the body of an ordinary person and have to work overtime in the world of superheroes."
"But this is good. Even if this Xu Shangqi has cultivated any internal skills, it will all be in vain when he comes to me. I can't control the air flow in my body at all. Who said that time travelers can learn it by themselves without a teacher?"
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Xu Shangqi raised his hand, quite helpless, and soon he sighed softly and said: "I don't know how my mother is. Knowing that I died in a car accident, she must be very sad, but she is still
Well, I still have a brother and a sister, so they can only support my mother in her old age."
He raised his head and looked around the room in the mental hospital. The words he had been holding in his heart for many days came out like pouring beans: "You said, this is really strange, huh? I haven't seen it for so many days.
I want to take a photo of Spider-Man swinging around and Iron Man flying by."
"I've only seen the movies, not the comics. This is probably one of those multiverses that Marvel is talking about, right? Maybe it's the future universe? I hope it's the future universe, so I don't have to face the Purple Potato Demon."
Schiller turned to look at his profile and asked: "Are you going to be a superhero? To save the other half of the people from Thanos?"
"Who knows." Xu Shangqi shrugged and said, "I can't bet. I'm the half of the people who survived. Since I have to die sooner or later, I might as well use my special ability to fight with Zishu.
I'll work hard, maybe. God asked me to come here just to make up for the tragedy of the movie?"
Xu Shangqi rubbed his nose and said: "When I saw the end of "Avengers 3", I burst into tears. I don't know what happened. Maybe I am not willing to let these superheroes die like this.
"
Schiller pointed to the bed opposite again. Xu Shangqi obviously relaxed a lot. He walked over and sat down. Schiller looked at his eyes and said: "I saw a clear stupidity in your eyes. You are a
College student?"
Xu Shangqi nodded and said: "I just graduated from college and was doing an internship. I died on the way to the internship."
Before Schiller could ask further, Xu Shangqi sighed deeply and said: "Maybe you traveled through time too early and didn't see the movie "Shang-Chi". I found that I almost died of despair after dressing up as Xu Shangqi!
You don’t know what kind of shit that movie turned out to be!”
"If the actor's appearance can be said to be subjective, then the rhythm of the plot is even worse, the composition of the picture has no sense of beauty, and the costumes are so tacky. I felt sick for a week after watching it, vomiting..."
Xu Shangqi made a disgusted expression, folded his arms and said: "There are no decent Eastern heroes in Marvel, it's all fucking stereotypes! Fortunately, the original Xu Shangqi was shot, and he should have been
He was beaten to death, so I replaced him."
"Fortunately, I'm not the idiot in the movie, otherwise I would have committed suicide by jumping into the sea."
Schiller showed a smile, but at this time Xu Shangqi rubbed his hands and became excited again, saying: "Maybe, that decent Eastern hero is me? After I coughed up two mouthfuls of blood just now, I found that the
The air flow has weakened, and I seem to be able to control it a little bit."
After saying that, he turned to look at the window. There were flashes of searchlights outside the window. Then he turned back and lowered his voice and said, "You don't really plan to stay here, do you? You don't plan to do something to change it."
The world?"
Schiller nodded lightly and said: "I'm just an ordinary person. I don't have super powers like you, so I'm afraid I have to rely on you for this matter. Don't worry, you still need to rest. If you want to leave,
Here, I will help you."
Schiller's voice was soft and slow, and each syllable of each word was prolonged. The spotlight outside the window flickered faster and faster, and the light in the room began to become unstable.
"Okay, you're right..." Xu Shangqi covered his still aching chest and leaned on the pillow of the hospital bed. His vision had begun to become blurry, and he said with sleepy eyes: "
I have to take a rest first, and I’ll talk about anything tomorrow.”
After saying that, his breathing rate gradually became longer and longer, until his eye movement speed began to change towards deep sleep. Schiller stood up expressionlessly, walked to the cabinet next to him and took out a bottle of
Wine, open the lid and let the aroma of wine overflow into the room.
Soon, Schiller came to the foggy consciousness space. There was no tower of thought here, only very scattered fragments. It was a very typical mental space of ordinary people.
Schiller looked around, and then found a huddled figure in the center of all the fragments. It was a very ordinary Chinese young man, wearing a pair of myopia glasses, with an ordinary appearance and no unique temperament, just like
Like boys everywhere in college towns.
Schiller found his own memory among many fragments. This boy's surname was not Xu but Chen, and his life experience also showed that he was indeed not a native of this world, and he was not brainwashed or hypnotized.
But it’s true that he was reborn under the guise of a shell.枞
Schiller stood there and thought for a moment. He wanted to see why this time traveler came here.
Schiller doesn't like things like this that are beyond his control to happen. If it happens, the root cause must be found out. He will not think that it is all a coincidence.
When he was in the DC world, Schiller once heard Lucifer say that the "Book of Destiny" that records destiny is not only the aboriginal people of this world, but also many souls who mistakenly entered this world. They will all come here.
Not long after arriving here, he was written into the "Book of Destiny" by fate, just like what happened to Schiller.
The explanation given by Lucifer is that the endless universe and world will inevitably make some mistakes, and these wandering souls will not cause much damage even if they are reborn.
Even if it could change something, it would only be one or two universes. Very few gods would pay attention to them. If things got too big, they would just throw that universe out...except for Schiller.
After learning about the multiverse, Schiller heard about some unusual events from Spider-Man's mouth, such as a character who had never appeared in comics suddenly appeared in a certain world, opened a big company, defeated Thanos, and...
After learning about superheroes, Schiller knew that these people might be the ones who accidentally traveled here.
But since Xu Shangqi was so lucky to have traveled through time in front of him, of course he would use the simplest method to find out his background and make sure that this was not a conspiracy.
Schiller looked back at Xu Shangqi's memory, trying to find fragments from the time of his accident, but just as countless memory fragments passed by his eyes, Schiller caught a familiar face.
The next second, his pupils shrank suddenly.
Early the next morning, Xu Shangqi woke up from his sleep. He rubbed his eyes vigorously, stretched, and yawned loudly. Then he found that the doctor from yesterday pushed the door open and came in again.
But the difference was that he was holding a familiar food box in his hand, which looked like he had ordered breakfast from Chinatown. Schiller sat next to Xu Shangqi again, looked at him with a smile and said, "Yesterday you fell asleep directly.
Yes, there are still many things I haven’t asked, we can talk more today.”
Xu Shangqi stared straight at the fragrant food box, swallowed his saliva, and said reluctantly: "I have told you so much, but you haven't told me your story yet.
Woolen cloth."
Schiller lowered his eyes and said: "There is nothing to tell my story. I am an orphan. I have no parents and no family. When I came here, I was alone and had nothing to worry about."
Sure enough, Xu Shangqi showed a sympathetic expression after hearing this, but soon he became a little frustrated, and his movement to open the food box became a little slow.枞
"My mother, my brother, and my sister must be very sad." Xu Shangqi pursed his lips tightly and said: "My mother called me a few days ago and asked me not to go out to work during the summer vacation and to go back early. If she
Know……"
Xu Shangqi's eye circles were getting redder and redder, but Schiller opened the lid of the food box seemingly accidentally, placed the delicious food in front of him, and asked: "I haven't heard you mention your father. You are a single-parent family."
?”
Xu Shangqi nodded absently and said: "When I was just born, my father ran away due to gambling debts. My mother, brother and sister raised me."