"Helen's situation is special." Schiller racked his brains and said: "She actually existed, but the form of existence was different from ours. Then she merged with your genes, and she had a second life."
Loki narrowed his eyes, as if he saw through that Schiller was fooling him, but after a while he withdrew his gaze and said while washing his hands: "Do you think it might be..."
"It's impossible, it's not your problem." Schiller shook his head and said.
"Obviously, my mother is not a frost giant, and may not even be a protoss." Loki lowered his head and said, "I'm afraid Laufei thinks she is not worthy of being on the stage. If she has noble blood and a distinguished status, even if I have a congenital defect, I won't.
If it will be discarded there, then the blood of the Frost Giant in my body will be diluted."
"The Aesir have lived on the earth for so long, but they have left almost no trace of their blood on the earth. This is because once the Asa's blood is diluted to a certain extent, the demigods with the blood will no longer be able to have offspring.
, this is the Asa clan’s natural ability to protect their bloodline.”
"I guess that's not the reason." Schiller shook his head and said: "Your biological father is the King of Frost Giants. His power comes from his noble blood. Even if you only inherit half of it, then it is very likely that your body will
The concentration of blood is even stronger than that of an ordinary Frost Giant, and you will be abandoned, which is why Laufey looks at you with the same eyes as the next heir. It's not that you are too weak, but that he is too demanding."
"Taking a step back, half of the blood cannot be said to be completely diluted. If it is the reason you mentioned, then the pregnancy reaction will not occur first and then disappear. This is the key."
Loki thought about it, wiped his hands and slowly walked out of the bathroom. Schiller also wanted to go out, but met Bruce head-on.
"Don't leave yet, doctor, I have something to ask you. How did you create Aisha in the first place?"
"ah?"
Bruce sighed and said, "Thalia asked how Selena and I gave birth to Elsa, but Elsa was not born between us at all. She was made by you."
"To be precise, it was your professor who did it." Schiller immediately began to blame it. "I was sleeping in the tower at that time and didn't know anything."
Bruce looked at him suspiciously, and Schiller shook his head and said, "I guess Arrogance doesn't know. There are some coincidence factors. Elsa was already there, and our actions were just equivalent to giving her a second life."
Although he felt that Schiller was just looking for a random excuse to deal with it, Bruce had to admit that there was some truth in what he said.
Aisha is actually a parallax monster. Just because her appearance is not in line with human aesthetics, we cannot deny that she has a soul and life. Aisha is at most like a backdoor listing.
The same is true for Helen. She is the Doomsday herself, but some changes occurred when she was hatched, which allowed her to possess the human part.
The situation of these two children is too special. There are not many steps in the birth process that can be related to the steps of human reproduction, so naturally they cannot be used as a reference.
But Schiller was also thinking about why Loki and Thalia couldn't be together.
Originally, this was a problem that could only be investigated using an exhaustive method. First, we should rule out their respective causes, and then investigate the practice location and environment. Finally, we might also consider problems with the equipment.
But if there are Wanda and Jarvis as the control group, then the problem will be obvious, because Wanda and Jarvis also have racial barriers, but they have become. This means that the problem is likely to lie with Loki and Tully.
Ya are not from the same universe.
Schiller thought about the so-called soul homology concept that Professor
Of course, it’s also about love. This is Professor
The metaphor of lighting a newborn's soul on fire may have its own truth. If you want the flame to burn, you must have another flame to ignite it. If there is neither passion nor love, the flame will be very weak and very weak even if it is lit.
It will burn out easily.
When Schiller walked out of the bathroom, everyone had almost eaten. It could be seen that everyone was very satisfied with this meal. Most of them were leaning on the backs of their chairs, drinking the few drinks and drinks left.
Chat with others.
When Schiller returned to his seat, Jason lowered his voice and said to him: "Doctor, do you have any plans for the evening?"
"Never, what's wrong?"
"We plan to go fishing at night." Jason couldn't keep the secret secret for three seconds. He said excitedly: "We mentioned some of the fishermen's home-cooked dishes, and then we started to wonder under what circumstances they were cooked.
Bruce happens to have a nice trawling yacht, we plan to go check it out tonight, will you go?"
There was excitement in Jason's tone, and his expression was livelier than usual. He had always wanted to fish, but unfortunately fishing in Gotham is a very dangerous activity, it can even be said to be an extreme sport. Alfred did not approve of them.
Participating in this activity without sufficient force support, but for Alfred, there was no time when the force guarantee was sufficient, so Jason never fished.
But now that Alfred is not here, the elders at this table all seem reasonable, and Bruce is almost convinced by them.
What Jason didn't expect was that Schiller didn't answer immediately. Instead, he stretched out his hand and pressed his shoulder to gently pull him over, then asked him to turn around and helped him adjust the loose strap buckle on one side.
And said: "Are you sure you want to go? The cold sea breeze, the shaking fishing boats, the dazzling fish lights, the sea surface where you can't see anything, and staying up all night until the sun rises, so sleepy that you can't open your eyes."
Squint for a while on the hard bed."
"Oh, God." Jason lamented and said, "Don't be so realistic. I was looking forward to it."
"I went there once, and it wasn't very fun." Tim lay on the table with his hands on his forearms and said, "My dad went there with many uncles and aunts. I was too young to hold the fishing rod, so I couldn't even catch a fish.
If I don’t catch big fish, I’ll just stare at the sea in a daze all night.”
"Then it's better not to drive a trawling yacht." Victor suggested, "Let's just drive a big boat. You can fish on the deck. The environment is much better than that of a small yacht."
Lex took out his mobile phone and said: "I have a yacht parked not far from Gotham Bay. The employees probably haven't gotten off work yet, so I asked them to drive over."
Before Jason could say anything, Spider-Man's table erupted in deafening cheers, and then a crowd of people gathered around the table, shouting about yacht party night, and kept making party dance twists.
Jason showed a desperate look, and Schiller touched his head and said with a smile: "The old man and the quiet night fishing in the sea that you imagine may have to wait until you grow up, and if you want to play with
To fight the big fish in Gotham, you have to be at least 200 pounds."
When he learned that Schiller was also going, Victor immediately wanted to drag Schiller to play billiards. He said: "I have long wanted to try playing billiards on a yacht. It has the beauty of combining physics and probability."
"Don't count on him." Natasha said aloud: "It will be his bedtime soon."
“Does that mean immediately, in 4 hours?”
"Are you kidding?" Natasha raised her eyebrows and said, "He will definitely fall asleep in half an hour at most."
Everyone in Gotham, look at me and I look at you. There is Schiller in this world who goes to bed early and gets up early. It is really a world full of wonders.
However, something unexpected happened when they rushed to the dock. The police car chased many gangsters' luxury cars on the road, and as a result, an out-of-control car stopped in the middle of the road.
The police officers explained to them that a very serious fire broke out in the North District, and the entire district was in a fight. What is even more serious is that the godfather is missing, suspected of being kidnapped, and may even be dead. They are now hunting the murderer.
Everyone knew from Schiller's expression that this was not beyond his expectation, and it was the only way for Gotham to move towards order.
It took a while to wait for the tow truck to tow away the scrapped car, and there was another traffic jam ahead due to the same traffic disturbance. It was almost 10 o'clock when we arrived at the dock.
The people in the car watched as Schiller closed his eyes and fell asleep in the back seat. When the car arrived at the pier and got off the bus, Schiller was delirious, as if he was sleepwalking.
"Doctor? Doctor? Are you still here, doctor?" Jason asked cautiously: "Are you awake?"
"Of course not." Peter said while playing with his mobile phone: "But don't worry, all functions are normal."
Jason obviously didn't believe it. He stopped in front of Schiller, stretched out his arms and waved constantly, as if he was afraid that he would trip over something while walking like this, but Schiller didn't react at all and kept walking forward at a constant frequency.
Peter snapped his fingers and said: "You have to ask, doctor, Tony Stark's consultation fee..."
"Two million dollars an hour."
"Bruce Wayne's..."
"$3 million an hour."
"Wait a minute." Jason said, "Look, let me just say he is insane. Both of them are the richest men in the world, and Stark's era must have had more serious inflation than ours. Why is he 200?"
Ten thousand?"
"No, this just shows that the doctor is sober, because Bruce is more seriously ill than Stark. In addition to charging according to the proportion of assets, the severity of the condition must also be considered."
Jason suddenly understood, but quickly said: "No, this is too unconscious. Batman is $1 million sicker than Tony Stark?"
"It's Bruce Wayne, not Batman." Peter spread his hands and said, "If it were Batman, the doctor would only say that I am a doctor, not God."
Jason covered his forehead.
In the cool night breeze, a huge yacht parked on the dock. The fire in the cabin illuminated the slightly dark dock, which also contrasted with the fierce gunfire in the North District.
Under the warm welcome of the yacht staff, everyone boarded the yacht. The brightly lit city became farther and farther in the field of vision, and the skyline turned into a faint strip of light.
Just as everyone was walking towards the inside of the yacht, a bright figure landed in front of the deck. Lucifer landed with shining wings, shook his head and said: "No one invited me on the yacht night. It's simply shocking.
I am shocked and sad..."
Natasha was stunned, not because of Lucifer's wings, but because she suddenly remembered that Schiller, who was extremely sleepy and had not yet slept, would be in a hazy state, and in this state he had severe phototaxis.
"Hey, Schiller, I'm talking about you, how could you not...what's wrong with you? You...ah!!!!!!"