After gaining the right to pass freely in the Asgard, Schiller took advantage of the night to go to the guest room on the other side of the Asgard, where Alan, the prince of the Dodel Federation tribe, lived.
Along the way, he did not encounter any obstruction. Apparently, Sif's order had been conveyed, and Schiller did not use this as an excuse to go elsewhere. He just came to the door of Alan's guest room as he had answered Sif.
Schiller did not knock on the door immediately, but stood quietly outside the door and listened to the movement in the room. Asgard's buildings are made of special materials and have good sound insulation performance, so it is basically impossible to hear anything in the room.
There was no movement, but Schiller could still feel the flow of emotions in the room.
At this time, there was more than one person in the prince's room, and two intense emotions were constantly colliding. Schiller put his hand on the door handle, and could still feel the vibrations coming from the ground and walls. Schiller turned his head and looked towards the corridor.
There is a vase at the end.
I counted down a few numbers in my mind, and when there was an obvious shock in the room, Schiller's figure disappeared outside the door. When he reappeared, he had entered the room and appeared right behind Alan.
The burly prince wanted to turn around when he heard the noise, but before he could turn his head away, there was a "bang", accompanied by the shattering of countless vases and porcelain pieces. Alan slowly fell down, and another figure was revealed behind him.
A small figure.
A raccoon locked in a cage half as tall as a man was looking at the fallen Alan with a horrified expression, and then stared at Schiele who was still holding half of the vase in his hand with the same horrified look.
Schiller raised the other half of the vase in his hand, looked at the raccoon and said, "You have two choices now, either come with me, or..."
"I choose the first one!" the raccoon shouted.
His voice was not shrill, but rather rough, and he did not speak the lingua franca of the Raccoon District, nor the language of the three empires, but standard English, even with a bit of a southern accent.
Schiller stepped forward and bent down to look at the cage made of magical energy on the ground. As soon as he stretched out his hand, the raccoon took a step back warily, its slender tail waving uneasily behind him.
As Schiller got closer, the raccoon had hid on the edge of the cage, opened its mouth and bared its teeth, showing a very aggressive posture.
"Okay, now I'm going to lift up the cage. Don't move around, okay?" Schiller asked, looking into the raccoon's eyes.
Seeing his attitude, the raccoon was stunned. He glanced down at his furry belly to confirm that he was an animal, and then looked up at Schiller to confirm that he was a human.
He didn't understand why this human being communicated with him so smoothly. In this universe where humanoid creatures are the main inhabitants, the first reaction of most races when they see talking animals and plants is to be frightened, even if they are relatively small.
People with a big heart will also feel surprised and curious.
But the human in front of him seemed to have no problem accepting the fact that an animal could talk. He was even asking for the animal's opinion. This was really strange.
"Are you listening to me?" Schiller pursed his lips and frowned as he looked at the animals in the cage. Although he had no research on animal psychology, he could tell that this raccoon looked good even from its appearance.
Are in a state of stress.
In fact, it is easier to judge the status of animals than humans. The main manifestations are that the raccoon's hair stands upright, its ears fall back, its tail keeps swaying left and right, and its pupils are somewhat dilated.
Therefore, Schiller squatted down with extra patience, looked into the raccoon's eyes and said: "I am an employee of the Holy of Holies. When this prince came to me to discuss business during the day, I saw hair on his body that did not belong to him.
, so I guessed you were here."
"If you are not willing to go with me, I'm afraid he won't let you go when he wakes up again. If I guessed correctly, the two of you should have broken down. In that case, why don't you change the negotiation?
Where is the object?”
"A human?" the raccoon said, staring closely at Schiller.
"A human being." Schiller nodded.
The raccoon seemed to be desperate. He showed a desperate expression, huddled in the corner of the cage and stopped talking. Schiller sighed and said: "I saw your tail was injured, and I happen to be a doctor, okay,
A psychiatrist is also a doctor, right?"
"Wait, are you a psychiatrist?" The raccoon suddenly opened his eyes wide and stared at Schiller and said, "Really? I mean, does this word mean what I think it means? Can you treat mental illness?"
"Of course." Schiller nodded and said, "Although I am currently engaged in administrative work and do not practice medicine, I am a licensed psychiatrist and once served as a psychiatrist in the psychiatry department of New York-Presbyterian Hospital."
"Get me out of here, doctor!" The raccoon suddenly rushed in front of Schiller, grabbed the railings of the cage with his two paws, opened his mouth wide and exposed his fangs, and said as if wailing: "Help me
!doctor!"
Because the raccoon was closer, Schiller could see his eyes more clearly. There was no doubt that the raccoon was unconscious. There was not much sense left in his eyes, and he seemed to be acting entirely on instinct.
"Doctor, doctor, help me, doctor..."
The raccoon just kept repeating this sentence. Schiller stretched out his hand and touched the hair on the top of his head. The raccoon let out a piercing scream and waved its sharp claws towards Schiller's hand almost instantly.
Schiller's hand floated away into a cloud of gray mist and was not injured. When he realized that the raccoon had lost its mind, Schiller no longer hesitated, but directly picked up the cage and walked to the door, opened the door and took a look into the corridor.
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Since Loki reorganized the internal affairs of Asgard, although the service staff have responded more promptly, security has also become stricter. There are two butlers on standby at the end of the corridor on the right, and there are also guards at the stairs on the left.
"No, don't go from there, don't go out, you can't be caught by the people of Asgard, they are not worthy of trust..." The raccoon held his head in the cage and trembled as he muttered: "The empire of the universe is not worthy of trust.
Can't be caught by them..."
Schiller closed the door calmly. He once again carried the cage to the window, glanced out the window, then turned into a cloud of gray mist and floated out of the window, flying down with the cage until he reached the building.
Landscape below in the woods.
Although it was dark at night, there were still many Asgardian guards patrolling near Asgard. Although he knew that he would not encounter any danger in Asgard, the habits Schiller had developed over the years made him feel uncomfortable when he arrived.
On the first day here, I outlined in my mind the patrol routes of all the guards in the Immortal Palace.
After bypassing all the guards and returning to his room, Schiller placed the cage on the table by the window. When the cage was turned to the other side, the raccoon's back was exposed. He was indeed injured.
But under the wound on the raccoon's back, there is not fleshy muscle tissue, but steel bones, gear zero wires, and sparking wires.
The raccoon kept swallowing his saliva. He turned his back to Schiller and did not turn around. He just said in a self-deprecating tone: "Would a robot make it easier for you to accept it than a talking raccoon?"
But in an instant, the raccoon froze, because the cage around him was slowly disappearing. After the magic energy was swallowed by the gray mist, the bars of the cage were removed one by one.
The raccoon turned around slowly and saw Schiller bending over and staring at him.
He seemed to be a real doctor, Raccoon thought. He had seen the same look on the faces of those doctors.
"Okay, turn around and let me see your wounds."
The raccoon suddenly felt a little embarrassed. He waved his paw in front of his face and said: "No, I'm fine, and the wound is not something humans can handle. I have self-healing function and will heal after a while."
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But Schiller still walked around behind him and reached out to grab his shoulder. While staring at the wound, he said to himself: "Let me see... this structure looks like genetic modification."
The product of engineering..."
"Who is more familiar with genetic modification? What was the name of the professor who cloned Spider-Man?...Oh, I remembered it, Miles Warren."
While watching, Schiller took out his cell phone. Then without looking at Raccoon's expression, he pressed his hand slightly harder on his shoulder and said while dialing: "Come here, lie down here, I will find a professional to help you."
treat."
"Hello? Spider-Man, it's me. I'm Dr. Schiller. I'm looking for Professor Warren. I have a genetically modified animal here that has been injured. I want to know how to treat it."
"Don't waste your efforts, human." The raccoon shook his head vigorously, stood stiffly on the spot, and said with some difficulty: "This is the genetic modification technology of the three empires. It is impossible for you humans to crack it, let alone treat it.
It’s hard for you to understand the structure of my body..."
"Oh my god, how come someone still attacks a raccoon?! It's simply appalling!... Dr. Schiller, please wait a moment." A rather young voice came from the phone.
"Oh, I'm sorry, doctor, Professor Warren is not here, but I have been studying with him for a while. Can you let me take a look at the wound?"
Schiller took out his mobile phone and pointed the camera at the raccoon's back. The raccoon let out an annoyed "chi", but soon, Spider-Man's voice came from the other end of the phone: "Is he unable to swing his tail to the left?
I can’t lift my left leg, and the muscles from my left shoulder blade to my arm are numb?”
The raccoon's eyes slowly widened. He turned around quickly and stared at Schiller's cell phone camera with his round eyes, his expression as if he had seen a ghost.
"This is the result of the spinal connecting parts being damaged by external force. The electronic components are short-circuited due to poor contact with the light, resulting in the inability to release nerve electricity normally. Dr. Schiller, I say you do it. First, expand the wound a little, and then transfer the transmission next to the spine.
Move the device a little to the left to make room for the wiring..."
"Is it this device? Like this? Or should we go further to the left?"
"Okay, then pull the wire next to it... My God, the materials they use are too bad, right? The outer layer of the coil is burnt black, God, this spinal connection part seems to be a bit...
…What has he been through?”
Spider-Man on the other end of the phone sighed, paused, and then said: "What a poor little guy, Doctor Schiller, you should have molten steel, right? If you don't mind the trouble, you can actually put him
Replace the materials of the parts and circuits in the body.”
Schiller looked at the mess inside the raccoon and understood what Spider-Man meant. The raccoon's physical condition was probably much worse than he showed, no wonder his mind was a little abnormal.
"I'm not afraid of trouble, and I have enough materials, but you have to tell me how to do it. I don't have any experience in modifying animals."
"It's okay, doctor, it's not difficult at all. If you have a symbiote, it will be even simpler. You just need to separate out a little symbiote factor to stabilize his spine, and then replace the parts one by one."
"Okay, it's still the same as usual, you ask me to do it... Thanks to those two retarded people, now I can finally turn on a more complicated light bulb."