The atmosphere in the room suddenly became silent.
It's like when everyone is joking and telling a serious ghost story before going to bed, everyone is playing childish tricks like "there is someone behind you", and some are telling horror stories that they heard on the Internet or from other people's mouths.
A joke, and then someone seriously told a ghost story that sent chills down everyone's backs.
What's more terrifying than the ghost story itself is that the other party seems not to understand the meaning of the polite social invitation itself, and the warm or warm atmosphere that was finally enlivened returns to its original state. The person who initiated this topic must bear responsibility.
So, Ivan pursed his lips, leaned forward, put the palms of his hands together, and said: "You should know that the domestic violence rate in Russia is very high. There are always husbands beating their wives, fathers beating their sons, or drunkards.
He was drunk and crazy at home."
"The damn cold weather and extreme living conditions force people to always maintain a state of excitement. This was originally a way to vent their excitement in order to fight nature, either through sex, violence, or both.
.”
"Some people choose to vent their excitement by abusing their partners when the door is closed due to heavy snow. This has resulted in many cases of domestic violence and marital rape, as well as many cases of manslaughter that resulted in death."
Ivan's voice was very deep. When he used some long sentences to describe the state of affairs, the Russian accent mixed with English was like a knife, plowing deep ravines in English, a language with relatively simple expressions.
, reminiscent of snow, rust and wine.
"But that's not the case with the murderer I saw that day. He didn't drink. I'm pretty sure that when the police took him away, the two of us passed by each other under an overpass in Moscow."
"He was dressed neatly, he was not a homeless person, his brain was very clear, and he was not paralyzed by alcohol or drugs. And most importantly, he did not resort to violence because he was excited, but he was excited because of violence and murder."
"Does he know that girl? Or did he just find someone on the roadside?" Natasha asked.
Ivan shook his head and said, "I was just passing by. I didn't see the whole murder process. I only saw the last scene when the murderer was taken into the police car. He was so excited that he seemed to have taken drugs."
"He may be hallucinating." Schiller said, holding the teacup in both hands: "Many mental illnesses will bring about neurosis, and those things that often appear in their brains and linger in front of their eyes make them unable to distinguish them.
Lucid dreams and hallucinations of reality are mostly related to death.”
"Most murderers with mental illness claim that they saw what happened between themselves and the victim in hallucinations. Some of them saw the victim growing devil's horns, so they felt that they were doing justice for God, and some
When I saw the victim rushing towards me with a knife, I wanted to fight back in self-defense.”
"Perhaps, he saw him sleeping with that girl." Ivan took a sip of hot tea, shook his head and said, "Otherwise, it would be difficult to explain why he was so excited."
"It is not uncommon to see scenes linking sex and death." Schiller lowered his eyes and said: "Usually, people believe that humans can feel something similar to an orgasm a few seconds before death."
"Isn't that self-deceptive nonsense?" Steve asked with a frown, and then he cited evidence: "I was close to death several times, but all I felt was fear and pain."
"Perhaps some people can turn these into pleasure, but it should be a small group of people." Nick shrugged and said: "If death is really a pleasant thing, those addicts will not hesitate to use a large amount of drugs to destroy the body in pursuit of pleasure.
How could a gentleman not try?"
"I just want to infer from this..." Schiller adjusted his glasses slightly, and Magneto, who was sitting opposite him, frowned slightly. Schiller continued: "If someone believes in this argument, maybe he
You will feel that giving death to others allows them to feel the joy of ascending to heaven, and at the same time you can also feel happiness. This is something that is infinitely close to sex, but much more pure and noble than that."
"That's ridiculous." Steve commented. There was no way he could accept such a ridiculous truth, but at this time he noticed the expression on Natasha sitting opposite him.
Steve slowly opened his eyes. When the gaze cast from those clear blue eyes fell on Natasha's face, the beautiful female agent unconsciously opened her eyes.
.
"You have killed your partner after sleeping with them. How does it feel?" Schiller turned to look at Natasha and asked.
The first half of his sentence was so sure that Natasha had no room to refute, so she just turned her face to the side, poked her cheek with a finger, then turned her head back to look at Schiller and said.
"I felt that I was... full of power at that time. In addition, I killed them in the process."
"I think you should go back to bed." Nick lowered his voice and leaned into Steve's ear and said: "As usual, what's next is a midnight tea party for mentally ill people and madmen... You know there's nothing you can do against them, right?
"
"Crazy." Steve also leaned his head over and said with some disbelief, and Nick tried his best to raise his eyelids and looked at Steve from the top of his eyes, leaving only the whites of his eyes for others, and then continued: "
But what is quite shocking is that the vast majority of those people are seeking death themselves."
"I'm a very famous agent." Natasha lifted one leg over the other, hugged her arms together, smiled and said, "This sounds contradictory, but Black Widow is famous.
"
"I don't think anyone is stupid enough to think that a female agent can achieve an almost 100% mission completion rate based on her direct combat capabilities. Even from the outside, I am not the kind of woman who is easy to mess with, but everyone is
bet."
"Men are particularly adventurous in this regard. They always have the absurd idea that a female agent with rich experience will wash her hands because she falls in love with them. Even if I am codenamed Black Widow, there are always people who are betting that I can enjoy it.
My beauty and charm come at no cost."
"Perhaps it's not that they don't understand, but they are confident that they can escape." Schiller covered his lips with a cup and said: "Or they feel that the people who died in your hands before were just because they were not strong and cautious enough, but they can
Play you to the applause."
"So they are all dead." The corners of Natasha's eyes and mouth were particularly sharp when she smiled. The evil and cruelty made her look like a real poisonous spider.
Suddenly, the amazing aggression disappeared again, and Natasha's face became gentle and a little distant again. She said: "Unfortunately, because of professional needs, I have to be measured. If I am the kind of real
Maniacs, you may not see Tony Stark now."
"I heard he wasn't good enough."
"More than that." Natasha rolled her eyes with some resentment and said, "I shouldn't have such high expectations for him. It seems that the rumors about the cover model's promiscuity are just exaggerations. I really don't understand how Tony can be here."
It was well received among them.”
"It's Tony's wealth that makes him so popular." Nick laughed and said, "But no one can despise a man because he can't handle the Black Widow, especially when you still have such great expectations for him.
expect."
"His appearance suits me very well." Natasha raised her upper lip and deliberately exposed her teeth when she smiled to make herself appear more childish and malicious, and said, "It was those eyes that deceived me.
, when he looks at you and talks about love, you will think that it doesn’t matter how he behaves next.”
Steve covered his face. His moral bottom line prevented him from participating in such a slightly evil topic, but Charles and even Eric, who were about the same age as him, listened with interest.
"This is what we should talk about late at night." Nick poured himself another cup of tea, and then said with some regret: "It's a pity that our wine is still in the box. Alcohol makes people talk more freely, right?"
"Then should men also send a representative to talk?" Natasha kicked her calf forward with some dissatisfaction, and said: "I am not a simple little girl, don't use the words 'respect women'
If you are trying to prevaricate me with topics like 'gentlemanly', you can be more straightforward."
Steve coughed awkwardly twice, and Natasha's eyes immediately fell on him and said, "Captain, you are the only man here with a regular partner."
"Carter and I... we are very ordinary." Steve thought for a long time before squeezing out a sentence from his mouth, and then said with some uncertainty: "I don't know whether I should say this, but with your rich
Compared with our intense love story, the two of us are just like little lambs that haven’t been put to the slaughter.”
"What about Paige?" Natasha raised an eyebrow and asked.
"We both didn't have much time at that time." Steve tilted his head to the side, pursed his lips and said, "It came in a hurry and left in a hurry. I can't even count how many times we were interrupted by tasks to make out."
"This is indeed a pity." Nick said this, but Natasha was reluctant and looked at Nick again.
Nick immediately raised his hands to express surrender and said: "Women are trouble, and women like you are even more trouble. One stick can kill half of my life."
"Rather than bet again and again whether you are holding a knife behind your back, I would rather tighten my belt. This is one of the magic weapons that allows me to survive to this day and become a legendary agent."
"Where's the family?" Schiller asked.
"That's something I don't deserve." Nick took a sip of hot tea and sighed softly and said: "Agents focus on attacking and constantly attacking, but what families need is guards who stop. You can't take care of both.
Every practitioner of a dangerous profession who thinks he has the ability to balance the two will die miserably in the end."
"Very awake." It was Eric who spoke this time.
Charles had to look at him with his eyes again, and glanced at him continuously. When he found that Eric was really unresponsive, Charles had no choice but to say: "But the constant attacks will eventually end. When the days calm down, there will be another
What consolation is there? The past is no more, my old man."
"You are always optimistic, Charles." Eric said calmly, but this seemed to arouse Charles' anger. He turned to stare at Eric and said, "And you are always too pessimistic."
"I'm just being realistic, and that's good for it."
"what is the benefit?"
"When you are being chased like a drowned dog, I can appear in front of you unharmed and laugh at you. Isn't that good enough?"
Seeing that the two of them were about to recount all the old accounts again, Nick cleared his throat and looked at Schiller, half curious and half changing the subject and asked: "Doctor, you used your superb conversation skills again to
Everyone went around and you still haven’t told us why you didn’t choose a family.”