"What do you think?" Schiller asked, standing at the table.
"What do you mean?" Schiller took a sip of wine, then put the glass on the table with a crisp sound. He looked up at his other self at the table and said, "That guy wanted to run out again, but was tricked.
this matter?"
"This is quite funny..." Schiller took a few steps back, leaned against the wall and crossed his arms, and said, "But what I'm more curious about is that he climbed up tirelessly just to go out and play?"
Schiller, who was sitting in the chair, did not move, but stood up.
The light focused on the wine glass, and a bubble that had just emerged from the bottom of the transparent glass floated upwards. It was frozen as soon as it floated to the surface of the water and turned into a solidified pearl.
As he took a step forward, the clown maintained his frozen posture and moved back together with the seat. The table was pulled away to the left, and the cabinet slid to the right. The entire room was like the construction process being turned upside down, and everything was pulled out.
After leaving, there is only a white space left.
Then, Schiller looked up and a light came on, and the black floor spread out from under his feet. In a daze, he looked under the railing of the deep well. Schiller, who was standing next to him, had already walked over.
The following floors.
"Do you know where I'm going?" Schiller asked.
"Aren't you planning to go to the 300th floor to borrow the elevator first?"
"You have guessed all this. You know me quite well."
"Thank you, we are the same person."
Schiller quickened his pace and walked down side by side with his other self. The two of them held on to the handrail and slowly walked down the spiral staircase together. The other Schiller said as he walked: "Seriously, when will the two of us
Alternatively, I would also like to stay in DC for two days."
"Do you think this is a trip? If nothing else, are you sure your mental stability can handle these patients here?"
"Do you think this is you facing Peter Parker at Marvel? It's the first time I've seen someone think the job is too easy."
Schiller shrugged and said: "Don't say that, there are a lot of troublesome things over there, but don't forget, the affairs of Asgard's family are far from over."
After walking down for a long time, Schiller turned to the right. There was only a corridor in front of him, and there was only one room in the corridor. Schiller walked over and knocked on the door, and his own voice came from inside: "Please come in."
The two Schillers walked in one after another, and then saw their other self buried among a large pile of documents. Seeing someone coming, the other Schiller put a pile of documents next to them and said to the two of them: "You two
Why did you come here together? Don't tell me you still have something to deal with."
"No, no, I just wanted to borrow the elevator."
Schiller covered his forehead and said helplessly: "What happened recently? Why do you always like to take the elevator?"
Then he complained: "Everyone knows that I am very busy, and everyone comes to trouble me. When I saw you two coming in, I almost suffocated."
"Who makes you the 'self'? You are also the steward and gatekeeper of the palace of thinking..."
"Or the elevator manager." Schiller said angrily, and then he waved his hand, and the two of them came to a somewhat small room, where a little boy was holding a ball of gray slime and rubbing it around.
One of them, Schiller, walked up to him, knelt down and rubbed the little boy's head, and asked him: "Do you know where the one with the green hair went?"
The little boy shook his head silently, but the gray slime in his arms made a "gurgling" sound. Schiller took the soft slime over and touched what he thought was his head.
place, asked: "Gey fog, have you seen it?"
The gray slime chirped twice. Schiller held him in his arms and moved him away a little. He said with some confusion: "What's wrong? I've been playing with my 'self' for a long time, and I can't even talk."
Can you speak?"
The gray slime was stunned for a moment and said: "Oh, I can talk... He seems to have gone downstairs, and he brought another person with green hair with him."
Schiller stuffed Gray Mist into the little boy's arms, then touched his head, stood up and said to his other self: "It seems that he was determined to run out, but unfortunately he didn't succeed."
"Take the elevator or take the stairs?"
"Of course we take the stairs. Busy people are already annoying us to death."
Just when they went out and returned to the spiral staircase, a figure wearing a long windbreaker and holding an umbrella came up to them. He looked up and saw two of them walking down and said, "What are you doing?"
Did you come over? Or did you come together?"
"I have to ask you, how did you get that guy in? And almost let him enter the room?"
The green-haired Schiller sighed and said: "If he lived in, I could go out to play. Unfortunately, it didn't work. He made a blues clown, used my memory to fight with me, and then ran away.
Already..."
One Schiller looked at the other Schiller and said, "He always wants to run away like this?"
"Yes, don't you know?...Oh, yes, you were born later than me, so you don't know."
"When I first came to this world, my 'superego' created me, but the first time I went out at night, I became this guy..."
"Then he could only create another one, which is me now, but this guy can't live in a good house and has to run out every three days..."
"Several times, he deliberately tried to attract the attention of Bruce. It wasn't until I returned to my position that the situation got better."
"I don't understand you DC people very well." The other Schiller shook his head.
"Have you finished talking? Don't stand in my way after you finish talking. I still have to go up." said the green-haired Schiller.
"What are you going to do? The person you want to deceive is already gone. Is it possible that you still want to chase him out?"
The green-haired Schiller said a little impatiently: "You don't think you can deal with the madman outside by yourself, do you? The 'superego' asked me to go up and communicate with him..."
The two Schillers standing on the upper steps looked at each other, and one of them asked the other: "You can't lie here, right?"
"Theoretically, that's the case, but this guy is crazy and I don't know what's going on with him."
At this time, a voice sounded from the spiral staircase: "I asked him to go, stop chatting, the wine is almost finished."
"The wine is almost gone." Schiller shook the bottle and poured the last bit of liquid in the bottle into his glass. Jack across from him clicked his tongue dissatisfiedly and said, "I bought this wine, and the last bit was
It should be left to me."
"Don't come here. That disgusting thing you just made made a mess on the floor where I live. There's a Bruce Wayne wearing clown makeup... It's really disgusting." Schiller said with disgust.
Jack said dissatisfied: "Didn't you first create such a concept in order to arouse my fear?
"You want to trick me into entering your mind palace, and then go to jail for you, huh..." Jack sneered twice.
"And..." Jack pouted with a look of disdain and said, "You can't control his mind."
Schiller, who was opposite, showed a smiley face and said, "How about you try it instead?"
Jack's expression stiffened and he said, "No, I just went in for a visit..."
After finishing speaking, he looked at his wine glass and said with a smile: "Build more than 330 floors in the palace of your own mind, and then divide each floor into different star ratings, ratings, membership levels, graded permissions, and more on each floor.
There are thousands of traps set up on every step..."
"He said he is an ordinary person, hahahahahaha, this is the funniest joke I have heard recently..."
Schiller sighed and said: "Can you imagine how I climbed to more than 190 floors? If the elevator manager hadn't opened a back door for me, I would still be struggling to climb the stairs..."
"Let's not talk about this anymore. Do you know where the other me is?" Jack asked him.
"How do I know? I thought it was Evans, but Batman didn't choose him. So it seems that he is not him. The remaining one can't really be in Batman, right?"
Jack's expression suddenly darkened, and he said: "It's best not, otherwise I will tie the bat here, then open his brain and take out that damn guy..."
"I haven't checked the one who fell into the chemical pool and the one who fell into the circus, but it probably happened between these two situations. If you find him, what are you going to do? Kill him?"
Jack stared into Schiller's eyes and said, "If your situation hadn't been too troublesome, I would have killed you long ago."
"It's not necessary." Schiller concluded: "If you don't kill me, I can't do anything. I still have more than 100 floors to climb and more than 200,000 steps to walk. When I climb
That day, Batman may die of old age."
"But I may not be the worst off..." Schiller said with some gloating: "Tell me, what would happen if an unlucky guy was really born in Batman?"
The corners of Jack's mouth slowly lowered, but Schiller said with a smile: "Why are you so serious?"
"Why wouldn't you be happy to have another you, one with the person you love most? After all, that's you too."
Jack was very unhappy and said: "Become one with a bat? Don't be ridiculous, people who dress up as bats are perverts!"
"Okay, I'm going to go back and climb the stairs. Just wish yourself well. To be honest, my house is really big. Don't you plan to come and stay for a while?"
Jack rolled his eyes, drank the last sip of wine in his glass, and said nothing.
Schiller leaned back in his chair and turned to look at the other Schiller who was looking at him with his arms folded. He waved his hand and said, "I think I can work for a while longer, what do you think?"
"The superego tells you to go back, otherwise you just have to wait to be kicked back to the next level by him."
"Okay, it's really troublesome. See you later."
Schiller moved his chair forward, looked at the completely empty wine bottle, and said to Jack: "Thank you for inviting me to drink, but I still have to say that the low-quality wine you bought is really terrible.
"
Jack covered half of his face with one hand, and showed a slightly crazy smile on the other half of his face, saying, "What did you add to the wine?"
"What?"
"Don't act stupid...I feel like every brain cell in my body is boiling, don't you too?"
Schiller paused for a moment, then said: "Okay, but that's not poison, on the contrary, it's also wine..."
Schiller took out a small bottle and placed it in the center of the table. Both Jack and Schiller focused their eyes on the small bottle. Then Schiller stretched out his hand, pushed the bottle towards Jack, and then said: "...and the world