"Sorry, ma'am." Schiller suddenly stood up and said to a girl sitting in the back row: "We have to discuss some content of a confidential medical project, but there is nowhere else to go for the time being. Can you please change your seat?
?”
Strange felt that Schiller's pronunciation was a bit strange, especially the phrase "there is nowhere else to go for the time being", which sounded very strange.
The girl was slightly stunned. Now she was facing Strange, and Schiller had his back to Strange, so Strange couldn't see Schiller's expression.
"I'm really sorry, madam. This is because I made a small mistake. I have to explain quickly now, but I can't risk the content of the project being exposed..."
"Oh, my God, you guys talk, I'm leaving now."
Schiller crossed himself on his chest to express his gratitude. The girl walked out, turning around and looking over with some worry. The worry in her eyes didn't seem to be fake at all.
Schiller turned back and sat down, and Strange asked him, "What did you do?"
"That's it." Schiller looked at him with a smile and said: "No one in this world can blame the victim harshly, and most people can't tell the difference between moral and emotional concerns. It's too easy to confuse."
"Are you playing the victim?"
"Exhibit this temperament only to certain people," Schiller said: "Let them think they are your only savior."
"It's really unhealthy." Strange could hardly suppress his sarcastic tone.
But he paused and asked: "Begging others will lose your dignity, won't it make people think you are a little pitiful?"
"I said, only for specific people."
"How can we ensure that she won't reveal it?"
"Do you have to like someone who goes around saying something other people are not?"
Strange choked for a moment, but continued to ask: "Wouldn't that make you look...unsociable?"
The word gregarious seemed to be a heavy burden for him, but Schiller smiled and said: "If you treat everyone like this, they will all be your saviors, living around you and moving for you, how can you
Wouldn’t it be unsociable?”
"You didn't mean only to specific people..."
"There are many people who are born kidnappers." Schiller leaned forward and looked at Strange and said: "You just need to give them a feeling that they only need to give you charity once, and they can get endless benefits from you.
With endless emotional rewards, anyone would do such a cost-effective business.”
"Is this what you mean by training a kidnapper?"
"Yes, make them feel that as long as they give you a little, you will give them a whole world back."
"But you can't."
"Yes, I can't do it."
Strange looked at Schiller.
"But I feel ashamed that I can't do it. Because of this shame, I often feel endless depression, and even full of self-destructive tendencies, which makes them save me more, because in my initial return, they will only look forward to the never-ending
More rewards will come.”
Strange stared at Schiller blankly, as if he had seen something he had never seen before.
"I said this is not healthy," Schiller stressed.
"But they don't actually need the whole world." Strange seemed to have found a loophole, he said.
"Do you want a billion dollars?"
"I can't say I don't want to."
"But is it possible for you to get it?"
Strange shook his head.
"You knew it was impossible to get it before you answered me whether you wanted it or not, but you still couldn't tell me you didn't want it because you really wanted it. So does it matter whether you can get it or not?"
Schiller put his hands on the table and said: "Everyone knows rationally that they cannot have all the emotions of a person, but they just want it. In this regard, I dare say that the devil has never seen anything like those people.
greedy."
Strange wanted to say something else, but Schiller leaned forward and got closer. He looked into Strange's eyes and asked: "Don't you want a person like this? He will give you everything."
Emotion, I only regard you as my best friend, and I will not hesitate to destroy the world and myself for you, do you really not want it?"
Strange's lips moved, but it was more like shaking, as if he had nothing to say and was just making a gesture.
Because he knew there would be no other answer, just like he couldn't say he didn't want a billion dollars against his will. In his opinion, this was even easier to change his entire life than a large amount of money.
"You knew there wouldn't be such a person." Schiller pulled him out of his thoughts and broke his assumptions with cold and ruthless reality. Schiller continued: "Your reason and your logic are telling you
There can never be such a person for this answer, but you still want it like crazy, because this is the bad nature of human beings."
"The closer a person is to his primitive instinct, the more obvious this evil will be, and the easier it will be for him to be turned into a kidnapper, extorting endless emotions."
"As long as you always show that you can give, he will ask you endlessly. When given this choice, never choose another answer. This is much more reliable than empty words such as love and friendship.
"
Strange was obviously thinking, and then he said, "But this is mean. It's going to ruin someone."
"No, this relationship is not healthy, but it is not despicable." Schiller said: "Giving people hope is the noblest emotion in the world. No matter in what way, as long as you can make a person feel hope from you, you will
He is a noble provider, not a despicable blackmailer."
Strange was breathing softly, as if resisting accepting this concept, but in the end his expression relaxed, his tight lips relaxed, his brows slightly wrinkled, and his thumb wrapped around his index finger.
Pointed circles.
"Maybe you can try." Schiller continued: "There will be a football game next week, and there will be a party after the game. Renee will attend, and you happen to have a very important observation class that day..."
"Are you asking me to tell her this so that she can invite me on purpose?"
"On the contrary, it means that you heard about the party, but you really didn't have time to go, and you said you were sorry for her."
"But she didn't even want to invite me. Do I have to act like someone else invited me?"
"No, you have to believe it, at least act like you believe she will invite you, and then feel deeply sorry for being absent from an invitation that does not exist."
"It sounds so embarrassing. She didn't want to invite me at all. She knew it." Strange said: "It totally sounded like I was the only one who was being sentimental."
"Yes, she hasn't invited you yet, and you feel so sorry for not being able to attend. If she invites you kindly, but you still can't go, then she won't be able to see you in the arena, and you'll be able to let you know her.
I feel even more guilty, why didn’t she do this?”
"Sounds like some kind of...moral blackmail?"
"But she is the blackmailer, and she wants you to feel guilty about her."
"But Renee is not like that."
"There are no good people who like me." Schiller said: "When you play a hostage, you will always encounter kidnappers. But if you really think that love is greater than possession, you won't come to me, right?"
Strange looked very confused. Looking at this younger face, Schiller seemed to have suddenly remembered something interesting. He sighed softly, laughed and said, "You can definitely give it a try.
If she tells you that I actually didn't want to invite you at all and you misunderstood, it means you like the right person, which proves that you have good taste."
"but……"
"She is so great that she doesn't even extort the emotional capital that comes to her door. Will she still publicize this matter everywhere? Will she keep bringing it up to embarrass you?"
"If she chooses to blackmail, it proves that you are actually the same person. You want to possess her, and she wants to take advantage of you. You two are just right for each other. It's best to harm each other until old age, right?"
The last sentence was like a sharp awl piercing a piece of ice, and Strange almost heard the sound of glass breaking.
"How do you want me to repay your guidance?" Strange asked.
Schiller lowered his eyes and smiled, saying: "If I say that I don't ask for anything in return, it would be too hypocritical. If you don't mind, write me a bad check?"
"What?"
"If I am in trouble one day, you have to do me a favor. Of course, maybe you will receive enough reward from it."
Schiller stood up. Ultron had already begun to report information to him. He nodded to Strange and said, "I have something else to do. Let's go first. If you have anything else to ask, you can go to the psychology department."
The department is looking for me."
After saying that, he turned around and left, while Strange pondered in place for a long time. After a while, he saw a figure walking over.
"Uh, no intention to disturb, classmates, are you okay?"
Strange looked up and saw the girl whom Schiller had just persuaded to leave. He first looked at Strange, then looked back at the direction Schiller left.
Strange knew what he was thinking, because during the entire conversation just now, he kept a straight face and hardly spoke, while Schiller sometimes lowered his head, sometimes smiled, and said a long list of words, no matter how
It seems very consistent with Schiller's statement that he made a small mistake, was trying hard to explain, and was running to make up for it at the moment.
And Strange could clearly feel that the girl in front of him was distracted. His attention to Schiller was abnormal. Damn it, could it be so immediate?
The girl exchanged greetings with him and then left. It was unclear whether she was following Schiller's direction or not.
Here, Schiller was walking on the school trail while listening to what Ultron told him. There had been no major disturbances in Manhattan recently, and the current political news was also peaceful.
But this is New York, and even New York 20 years ago could not have been as peaceful as it appeared. In other words, 20 years ago was when the real demons were dancing.
Because at this time, it was not only the golden age of the United States, but also the golden age of Hydra.
"Among the cases I searched, there were about 12 arrests with unknown circumstances. Six of them were made by ordinary police officers, but in six other cases, the people who made the arrests did not look like police officers."
"A special agent? Which department specifically?"
"There is not enough image data. Most of them are photos and text, so it is difficult to see."
"Unless they do it again."
"Under our noses."
Schiller adjusted his collar and walked quickly towards the dormitory building. Behind him were dark clouds. The first rain of summer was coming soon.