"The feeling of exhaustion I'm talking about is just a sense of helplessness after years of intense emotions." Natasha shook her head and said: "I don't know what will happen in the future. If I am cured,
Can I still be an agent? Or should I really retire and enjoy life like today’s young people? Is this really a good thing?”
"With all due respect, ma'am." Schiller smiled and said, "I'm afraid Nick will not approve your retirement application. He will let you work for another hundred years."
Natasha also laughed and said, "Then you should be conservative. He wishes I could work for him like this for ten thousand years."
"Ask the original question again, how do you feel now?"
"It's like a silk thread suddenly relaxed after being slowly tightened. I know that if I continue as before, one day it will break. I also know that even if you let me relax now, this thread will
The thread will still slowly tighten, but all I can say is - yes, it feels good."
"Schiller, the psychiatrist you know well, insists on a point of view. Psychiatrists do not eliminate pain for patients. Pain cannot be eliminated. Our ultimate goal is to make you accept symbiosis with your pain."
"That doesn't sound very kind."
"I may be unscrupulous, but I am definitely not a quack." Schiller stood up from his chair and said: "Then let's talk about my plan. The part about you is just to fulfill the greedy entrustment. You may not believe it.
, he is not very good at dealing with the opposite sex, so although he has long seen your problem, he has never taken action. "
"Then why did you suddenly change your mind again?"
Schiller turned around and stood in front of Natasha, then looked down at the female agent who was still sitting on the chair, and said: "If you knew that the parents would definitely go home, but at least half of the homework is still unfinished.
, you are worried that he will find out, then what will you do?"
"Of course, I'll make it up before they come back." Natasha said with her eyes wide open. Perhaps it was due to the existence of the soul body. Her expression looked more lively and vivid than in reality, and she was able to change from this very daily life.
There is something girlish about her face.
"Yes, I am the unlucky guy who is doing homework." Schiller lightly shrugged and said: "Most of the psychological problems of male heroes have been solved, and most of the ones that have not been solved are because they don't want to solve them, but
The psychological problems of female superheroes have only just begun.”
"Do you think I'm the more serious one?"
"You are the most serious." Schiller looked at Natasha and said: "Normally, people think that women are more emotional, but maybe because of this, you are used to emotions changing like a storm. The root in your heart is
Strings are more resilient, and most of the troubles in life can be easily solved."
"I think Luo Ji has a bigger problem."
"She is not a woman in the traditional sense." Schiller shook his head and said, "I try my best to help her find an angle that can anchor her own existence, find a goal for her, and give her something to do. But if it doesn't work,
She can also temporarily change back to a male to help me with homework inspections."
Natasha laughed lowly again and said, "Then where are the parents who checked the homework? To be honest, I was surprised that you didn't go to the doctor immediately after hearing the news."
"I am not a little boy who has been trapped in the grief of losing his parents." Schiller shook his head and said, "In fact, I have long accepted that the doctor may still exist in a corner of the universe, living in retirement.
In my life, he will miss me occasionally and I will miss him, but reunion is not necessary."
"Have you already reconciled with this?"
"Because there really aren't that many regrets between us that need to be made up for. When I chose to get rid of the established route he had planned for me, I made my own choice, and he wouldn't feel sad about it.
, I know he won’t.”
"That's great." Natasha commented.
"If I can't reconcile with myself, how can I be a psychiatrist?" Schiller's tone became lighter, and he said: "I have to do it first, and then I can convince others to reconcile with the many pains and pains.
Troubles coexist.”
"I think you and Dr. Schiller are a little different." Natasha stood up holding her knees. The two of them stood in front of the church and looked up at the huge statue of Jesus. Natasha continued: "Although Schiller
Doctors act like they have a good relationship with everyone, but that’s actually just because... As I said before, he is like nature. Everyone feels that they have a good relationship with nature, but it’s just because it is too huge and cannot be used.
fathom."
"You are better at communicating with people. You use tactful words but get to the point, and you are fierce but can make people read the warmth in them."
"Maybe that's why he left these beautiful ladies to me."
Natasha smiled, then cleared her throat and continued: "Tell me about the parts of your plan that have nothing to do with me. Why are we here? What are you going to do next?"
Schiller was about to speak when a hazy halo of light swayed around the huge statue of Jesus. Folds and ripples began to appear in the space in front of him. In a trance, Natasha saw the man who was nailed to the cross scratched from his chest to his abdomen.
A long wound opened.
The internal organs poured out from it, burying the entire church. Natasha struggled like a drowning fish. When she found that she could breathe again, she saw herself appearing in a room.
Blood, blood everywhere, more and more blood.
When Natasha turned her head, she saw Schiller, who was also blurry, sitting next to a bed covered in blood and lighting a cigarette. On the bed lay a fish that had been disemboweled.
Natasha didn't show any surprise. She just walked to the chair opposite and sat down. She looked at Schiller curiously and asked, "Who is she?"
"A sponsor." When Schiller saw Natasha sitting opposite him, he put down the cigarette in his hand, took out another one and put it in Natasha's mouth, then lowered his head to light the cigarette for her.
Natasha pursed her lips and took a puff of smoke. Schiller held the cigarette in her mouth and said vaguely: "In order to find the next target of the Cold War, she sponsored that mysterious organization, hoping that the antagonistic world situation could continue.
"
"What does she sell?"
"Preservative Manufacturer."
Natasha raised her head, showed a knowing look, and then said: "They produce doomsday food, right?"
Schiller nodded and said: "Not only that, but it is also the source manufacturer of food chemical additives. In short, we hope that people will pay more attention to how to save their lives rather than how to stay healthy."
The two were silent for a while, then Natasha took the initiative and said, "Do you want to talk about the gun?"
"Your old boss Nick gave it to me, maybe because he was afraid that you would eat me." Schiller couldn't help laughing at the end of his sentence, and the smoke made him choke and cough.
"Oh, he actually expected you to use a gun to fight back against me." Natasha snorted, exhaled a puff of smoke and said, "Have you confirmed his recent mental state? How far away is he from Alzheimer's disease?"
"He put condoms in the magazine."
"Cough cough cough!"
Natasha almost choked herself to death. She took a deep breath and said with some disbelief: "Then you should check whether he has Alzheimer's disease. How can the black widow still have fertility? I am also immune to the disease.
Most infectious diseases!”
"Usually I would take this as a hint, something like 'Don't let me down, boy.'" Schiller lightly shrugged and continued: "I took it out and put it in the tray.
I put it on the bedside table in your room, I hope he doesn’t feel that humans don’t treat him well.”
"Cough cough cough..."
"Okay, I put that gun in the bedside table on purpose, and I led you to find it, but I really didn't expect you to come so fast. Fortunately, your shooting skills are accurate. Madam, you can let me loose a little."
tone."
"So you are seeking death on your own, then, why?"
"Because death blocks the possibility of suicide for me." Schiller first summarized it briefly and comprehensively, and then explained it in detail.
"Many people think that the way they will die has already been determined, but as far as I know, everyone has many possibilities of death, and the final result depends on the collision combination of countless lines of fate."
"Because I have taken some drastic measures in order to see death before, usually committing suicide, the goddess of death directly completely eliminated the possibility of my suicide, which means that at least in this universe, I cannot
Kill yourself with your own hands."
"But she didn't block the possibility of others killing you."
"Because she didn't think it was possible."
Natasha was speechless. Can anyone kill Schiller? The first time Natasha thought about this question, the answer "impossible" came to mind. So the goddess of death Baimi Yishu is not
strangeness.
"But she forgot that you are a fisherman. You can take the initiative to catch a shark and bite you to death."
"Yes, Ms. Shark, thank you for your help."
Natasha rolled her eyes, looked at Schiller's smile and said, "Last question, why did you come to the country of death again? Isn't it to cause trouble for death again?"
Although Natasha used a question, the answer in her heart was yes. Everyone knew that Schiller liked to trouble death.
"No, it's not about death this time." Schiller's answer was beyond Natasha's expectation, and then she heard Schiller say: "I have known the goddess of death for a long time, and of course I respect her personality very much.
Will not force his way into her territory without invitation."
"Yes, you changed from breaking in to smuggling. Does this mean anything?"
"The meaning is that she doesn't know that I am at her home. Our goddess of death is not a dedicated woman like you. She prefers to focus on falling in love with some strange creatures. Although for our universe, this is
An irresponsible act, but I think it has its benefits."
Schiller stood up, crossed the bed and walked to the window. Looking at the strange debris outside the window, he said: "Someone cheated me last time with Adam. If he hadn't held me and Stephen back, Adam wouldn't have
That’s a lot of time to mess up New York.”
Natasha didn't know what was going on, so she raised her eyebrows and asked, "Who?"
"Annihilation and his herald, the Vortex."
Natasha took a deep breath and said, "Why do you always have trouble with such abstract gods?"
"Why don't you ask them why they always have trouble with me?"
"Well, no one can argue with you." Natasha stood up from the chair, threw the cigarette butt into the trash can aside, patted her pants and asked: "What are you going to do?"