In the apartment room, Gwen Spider-Man lay weakly in front of the table and looked at the overwhelming essay vocabulary on the tablet. Schiller stood behind her on the left, and Natasha stood behind her on the right. Gwen Spider-Man
He said with a long sigh.
"Is there any mistake? You two are dead and you still won't let me go?! And I said, I pressed spell check, but the software I used is not that smart, and I am not a native of your universe.
I can’t understand your advanced artificial intelligence error correction, you have to understand this.”
"So what's going on with these words without spaces, missing periods and mid-word segments? What's going on with so many soft returns that mess up the format?"
"Maybe I was dizzy when I wrote it in the middle of the night and pressed the wrong button." Spider-Man Gwen was searching for excuses. She wailed, and slapped her whole body on the table like a puddle of mud, and said: "Spare me, please."
I’m not good at studying! If it doesn’t work out, why don’t you go and torture the Gwen of your universe? She will be happy to have academic discussions with you.”
Schiller walked to the window of the apartment, sat on a chair and looked at Gwen Spider-Man and said: "You have to come up with a decent article, otherwise what am I going to use to prevaricate Professor X? Only he thinks you are here with me
Only if you study well will you temporarily give up on his idea of transferring you to his hospital."
Gwen Spider-Man sighed deeply and began to revise her paper resignedly. After she revised one version, Schiller took a tablet to read the details of her article and asked: "I heard that you are very interested in punk culture.
interested?"
"Part of it." Gwen Spider-Man handed the two cans of soda she had just brought to Natasha and Schiller, and then said: "It's hard for rock and roll players to avoid this."
"What's your favorite band?"
"The Sex Pistols are a cliché." Gwen Spider-Man sat on the edge of the bed with her legs spread apart, her hands on the edge of the bed between her legs, and she drank a soda while saying: "I think they are revolutionary and have far-reaching influence."
"That's true in rock music, but what about death punk?"
Gwen Spider-Man thought for a while and said: "I rarely have the opportunity to discuss this, because as soon as people hear this word, they think it is a group of gangster youths wearing black lipstick and wearing nails who have nothing to do on the streets.
"Son, people don't want to get themselves down to this, so they usually avoid talking about it."
"I heard that you also do research on nihilism."
"Punk itself has a nihilistic nature, but I want to correct a misunderstanding. Although I am also very interested in mysticism, they are actually opposite. Mysticism emphasizes existence but is unknowable, while nihilism emphasizes meaninglessness.
and non-existence.”
"You said you don't often talk about this with people, but have you ever had the opportunity to talk about it?"
Gwen Spider-Man took a sip of soda, nodded and said: "I still have a few friends. I often discuss this matter with the bass player in the band. Compared with the common nihilistic view that truth does not exist,
The view I hold is more like 'the truth is unreachable, so all pursuit is in vain'."
"It's the same if truth is replaced by any other word. Human beings have too few things. Even if the universe is so rich, tragedies will still appear and disappear in an individual's life. It's better to give up and accept that this can only be in vain.
A fate that cannot be fulfilled."
When Gwen Spider-Man said these words, there was no decadence or sadness in her tone. It was like she was expounding her point of view academically. Schiller did not want to refute or convince her. He just said: "It's very interesting.
Views, have you heard of any famous people who hold similar views?”
"There are too many. Of course the most famous among them is Nietzsche, European nihilism and so on. But I am not very interested in politics or philosophy. I still prefer rock music."
"Do you think the trend of praising nothingness arose naturally?"
Faced with this question, Gwen Spider-Man was a little stunned. She frowned. Just when she was about to say something, Schiller shook her head and said: "I'm not saying this is a cult, but you think, if you don't know it,
Interference, can humans understand nothingness?”
Gwen Spider-Man thought for a while, and then said: "I'm not sure whether we realize nothingness now. Humanity's understanding of the universe is very simple. We explain this as non-existence, maybe just because we can only understand it.
To this extent.”
“Do you feel like you understand it better than others?”
"Uh...I..." Gwen was a little confused by Schiller's questions. She scratched the long hair on the back of her head with her hands, sat cross-legged on the bed and looked at Schiller and asked: "Why do you suddenly care about this?"
Yeah? Dean Schiller, you don’t look like someone who would be interested in punk.”
"I think you should answer my question head-on, especially while your paper is still in my hands, miss."
Gwen Spider-Man sighed, waved his hand in front of his face and said: "I can't say that I understand it very well. This is not because I am being humble, but I just said that I don't know much about philosophy. At most, I know some music styles.
"
"How about starting from there and writing a paper?"
"ah???"
Spider-Man Gwen stared at Schiller, with an expression on her face that seemed to say, "Is your map of Yan Kingdom a little too short?"
Schiller looked at the content on the tablet in his hand and said: "I only talked about the spelling errors and formatting problems of the paper before, but not the content. If I have to evaluate it, this paper will have a negative impact on my educational career."
It's quite a blow, and I don't recommend letting anyone read this except me."
"Ah, is it really that bad?" Gwen Spider-Man hummed a few times like a fake cry. Schiller put the tablet on the table next to him, shook his head and said, "I don't want to force you to learn something you can't learn.
Something, so I want to find a topic that interests you, and you have to complete a paper."
Gwen Spider-Man hesitated and said: "There is no problem in writing it, but I have never written this kind of subject. Maybe it will be worse?"
"Punk culture and nihilism are relatively niche subjects. As long as you have your own point of view and what you say is meaningful, you won't be far behind. It will be better than if you are biased in mature disciplines such as sociology and international relations.
Wouldn’t it be much better to open up a new track of your own?”
Gwen Spider-Man had no choice but to agree. She didn’t want to really transfer to the college where Professor
You can still earn enough credits by fishing and drying the net for two days.
Just when Gwen Spider-Man was thinking about how to open the topic, Schiller said again: "Have you ever considered the relationship between nihilism and religion and theology?"
Gwen Spider-Man's eyes widened slightly, but she still shook her head and said: "I don't know much about these two aspects. Should I write about similar themes?"
"I think you can start the analysis from these two aspects. You also mentioned before that nihilism and mysticism are completely opposite, and mysticism is inseparable from religion and theology. It should be a good idea to start from this point."
Gwen Spider-Man nodded while thinking, thinking that what Schiller said made sense. At this time, Schiller stood up, picked up the tablet on the table and handed it to Gwen Spider-Man, and then said: "We still have
I have something else to do, so I’ll leave first. I hope I can see your masterpiece next time I come here, Miss Gwen.”
"Uh, when will that be?"
"How about three days later?"
"Oh my God! This time is too short!"
"This is repayment for the time you wasted in the past, go ahead."
Ignoring Gwen Spider-Man's screams, Schiller and Natasha left the apartment where Gwen Spider-Man rented, returned to Arkham Sanatorium, picked up a car from the underground parking lot, and headed towards Manhattan
Drive away.
While driving to the next destination, Natasha asked curiously: "Punk, nihilism, Gwen Spider-Man, and the paper that I can't understand the most, Schiller, what are you doing?"
"I'm also curious about what you're doing, Dr. Schiller."
A voice came from the back seat. Schiller turned his eyes slightly and saw Hela appearing in the back seat in the rearview mirror.
Hela was still dressed as if she had just stepped off the catwalk. She stretched out her hand to gather the hem of her thick fur coat, showed a subtle smile to Schiller, and said.
"People who have just died will be tainted with the breath of death. Not long ago, I was given the responsibility of fetching the souls of the nine kingdoms. You are also within my fetching range. Do you want to go to the underworld? Your friends
I probably wouldn’t have thought you were there.”
"I would be more than happy to do it at another time." Schiller showed an apologetic smile in the rearview mirror, and then said, "But I'm a little busy right now, ma'am."
When Schiller said this, he couldn't help but stare at the rearview mirror. Hela's face reflected in the mirror looked paler. Compared to Frigga, Hela looked more like Odin in both appearance and temperament.
It's not that she isn't beautiful enough, it's just that her aggressive and sharp temperament is far more noticeable than her appearance, but if you look closely at her appearance and facial features, she has a different flavor.
Hela has a very typical Nordic appearance, with a full forehead, a flat face, a very obvious expansion of the mandible, and an obvious cheek depression formed with the cheekbones, which is usually considered a sign of sexiness.
Perhaps because she has lived in the underworld full of death all year round, her hair and eyebrows are thick black, her eyebrows are raised high on the eyebrow bone, her eye sockets are deep-set, and she has dark green and slightly pearlescent truncated smoke.
The makeup and lip color are also greenish black.
Such an image may be a bit weird when placed on a human being and does not conform to public aesthetics, but if it is placed on a female warrior of the Protoss who is nearly 1.9 meters tall, it becomes extremely reasonable.
Schiller stopped the car slowly, walked around from behind an apartment building back to the ramp where he turned before, and then turned in the other direction. Natasha, who was sitting in the passenger seat, raised her eyebrows and asked
: "What's wrong? Why was the route changed?"
"Because I just thought of a better way. Your Highness Hela, since you didn't notify my friend as soon as you found me, we must be standing together. In this case, can you help me?
?”
Hela looked at Schiller's gaze in the rearview mirror as if she was interested. She flicked her fingers and asked, "If I help you, how are you going to repay me?"
Natasha immediately took a breath. She looked at Hela from the gap between the two pillows of the passenger seat and said, "I advise you to put away that bold idea. Guess why I'm here?"
"I saw the scene after the passionate exchange between you two. It was quite interesting. Are you interested in other people's internal organs?" Hela asked, looking into Schiller's eyes in the rearview mirror.
"I'm only interested in the internal organs of fish." Schiller shook his head slightly, turned the steering wheel, and said in a polite manner: "It's not elegant to chase other fishermen with a fishing rod if you can't catch the fish.
"
Hela laughed deeply. She understood the meaning of Schiller's refusal, but felt funny about the description. She sighed softly and said.
