Nick was very alert and slowly approached the door. Schiller was telling Felix a joke about the suburbs of Berlin. Felix smiled happily, with an abnormal red color on his pale face.
Nick put his hand on the gun at his waist, and Schiller leaned forward, examined Felix's eyes, and listened to his heartbeat with a stethoscope.
Nick still refused to relax until Jones pushed him and whispered in his ear: "You can't treat him as a criminal and ask him to be a doctor at the same time, relax."
Nick sighed, walked in and said: "Since you are here, I won't talk nonsense. Felix's father was an army officer and helped us when we first came here, but he died.
So we used his old house as a base while taking care of Felix."
"This child has congenital heart disease, but no surgery was performed when he was young, so he has always been very weak. The doctor said that he has only a few years to live. We now need a surgeon to operate on him. Will that be you?
"
Schiller listened to the sound from the stethoscope very carefully, and his face gradually became serious. He turned to look at Nick and said: "He has completely missed the best period for surgery for congenital heart disease. If he does it again now, it will have no effect."
At the same time that it is so good, there may be greater dangers.”
Nick didn't talk nonsense to him, sat down by the bed and looked at Felix and said: "Do you want to do surgery? Felix, it may make you healthier for the rest of your life, but it may also make you die or maintain the status quo.
, bet on whether you can live past 25 years old.”
"Of course I want to do surgery." Felix said: "If I die, I won't blame anyone. It's just a joke from God, but if I can survive, maybe I can do something good for the world."
This is a way of repaying God for letting me go."
"Pious children will be rewarded." Schiller said: "God will be on your side and on my side."
Jones was obviously worried, but did not stop him. Nick paused briefly, and then said: "I can get a ward in the field hospital, but it will definitely not meet the sterility standards of the operating room, and the drugs are only ordinary ones.
But do you think it’s okay to get a complete set of surgical instruments?”
"No problem." Schiller stood up and said, "In return for helping Magda and Anya, God bless you."
"Last question." Nick did not give up his position, but said angrily: "Are you really the church killer?"
"No, I'm not." Schiller replied very firmly: "I don't have any need to kill them, I'm just a doctor."
Nick stared at him with the penetrating gaze typical of an agent, but finally gave way. Ten minutes after Schiller left, Nick received a phone call, and there were various sounds of varying lengths on the other end of the phone.
Nick's eyes widened and he immediately called Jonathan to copy down the code. Looking at the numbers that gradually appeared on the paper, Nick's lips trembled a little. He patted the table and said, "Quick, go check these coordinates!"
Schiller soon returned to Eric's house. He picked Anya up from the cradle and shook her. He looked at the little girl who was just born and sighed.
"Do you believe in my professionalism?" Schiller turned to Eric.
Eric looked at him in silence, but finally nodded. Schiller said: "Thank you, because I have no way to prove my professionalism now. It would be great if you believe in me."
Eric had a bad feeling.
"Anya won't live to be 10 years old."
Schiller almost heard a bolt of lightning ringing in his ears. When he turned his head, the sparks from the magnetic field disappeared, but everything around him was becoming unstable, and all metal objects were trembling.
"If you destroy her home now, she may not even live to be 5 years old." Schiller said very bluntly: "You should understand that if you were born in this era, this situation is almost inevitable.
"
Eric pursed his lips tightly, showing a broken expression that he had never seen before. He could not accept this fact at all.
"Now you have two choices," Schiller said: "Resign yourself to burying her in the grave, or find a way to let her live in another way."
Eric almost rushed over and snatched Anya from Schiller's hand, as if he was eager to use something to ward off the death that might exist everywhere for her.
"What can you do?" Eric asked him.
"Can you feel human brain waves?"
"No, I can't." Eric gave an answer that was beyond Schiller's expectations. Schiller was stunned for a moment, and then said: "Well, you are still too young, maybe you can't do it now."
"The human body will die, but brain waves can be preserved in another way - everyone has a spiritual world, which can accommodate not only your own brain waves, but also other people's, and brain waves are actually
Another form of magnetic field, if you can accurately find someone's brainwaves in the magnetic field, then you may also be able to use the magnetic field to preserve the brainwaves and put them into your spiritual world."
"In this way, Anya can get rid of the tortured body and live in your spiritual space. Perhaps with the development of technology in the future, she can also have a new body."
Eric shook his head and said, "Fantasy."
"No." Schiller turned back and stared at Eric and said, "You know it's not, you know you can do it. Taking a step back, you should know that there must be mutants in this world who can do this.
."
Eric was stunned, and then he let out a long sigh. He looked at the young figure among the swaddled babies. In fact, he was smaller than most healthy children.
Because her mother was homeless for most of the time she was pregnant with her, and suffered an accident during childbirth, her ill health was almost obvious. Eric could not refute anyone who predicted that she would not live long, and he was already in his heart.
I admit this, I just don't want to accept it.
"Are there really such mutants?"
"There will be." Schiller said: "But you must promise me that when you find him, you must show that you are only attracted to him and have found the god you want, not for anything else.
"
"Why?"
"Because if you don't act like you are voluntary, he will definitely try to make you voluntary, and you are a born kidnapper. It is not a good thing to lose yourself."
At that time Eric just thought he was talking nonsense.
"It's been too long since I've seen Anya." Charles said, with a hint of complaint in his tone. To Eric's ears, this was the equivalent of saying that it had been too long since you'd let me nag into your head.
Schiller was right. If he was a born kidnapper, then Charles was a born hostage. He was always used to playing the victim, a little too good at it.
Eric finally looked up from his homework. Charles thought they could finally talk. Then Eric took out two documents from nowhere. Charles glanced at them and found that they were Wanda's two sons.
physical examination data.
"Wanda asked me to help her take care of the child for two days." Charles said: "Actually, I have never taken care of such a small child. Maybe I need to ask you to help."
Of course, Charles is also very good at dressing up as sweet bait and making offers that others can't refuse.
Eric was still looking at the physical examination information, looking very absorbed, and occasionally fell into memories, as if he was comparing the similarities and differences between the two children and Anya's original situation.
"Wanda asked me if she should let her father hold her hand and walk to Jarvis during their official wedding. She said she didn't like this part because it made her look like she was being controlled.
Items, but she respects tradition and doesn’t know whether to cancel it..."
Here it comes again, if the sweet bait covered in honey still can't lure the target, then it will be followed by a sharp fishhook. At this point, almost no one can refuse.
Eric put down the information in his hand, looked at him and said: "If I go, I will not put her hand in any man's hand unless he can snatch her away from me."
"No, Eric, you can't do this." Charles looked helpless. He said, "Children always have to grow up, and maybe Anya is the same. She also has to grow up, start a family, and remain a child.
It's not fair to her."
It’s the same trick again. No one knows how to pierce other people’s hearts better than the master of mind reading, but it has happened so many times over the decades that Eric has become accustomed to it.
"Helen Stark is already planning to be 5 years old again." Eric said: "This shows that children don't think growing up is a good thing. If Anya thought so, she wouldn't run to fight with raccoons and yellow mice.
Let’s play together.”
Charles sighed deeply, showing a helplessness that could not convince Eric at all.
"I think our drama is almost over." Eric said: "The mutants no longer have time to play victims. Don't you think about changing the drama?"
"What did you say?"
"Are we really out of control?" Eric looked into Charles' eyes and said, "Are mutants forced to be helpless even for one minute without any choice?"
Charles stopped talking.
"Just like all the out-of-control you and I have, just like all the out-of-control of mutants, is it really because we have no choice at all? Or is it just that we want to vent our dissatisfaction, find a reason for our unscrupulous killing, and continue to play the role of a bad person?
Victims favored by God, so as to appease the fragile hearts of ordinary people and alleviate their jealousy?"
"You can't say that, Eric, there are still many mutants who are indeed uncontrollable..."
"But they can't cause much damage." Eric said, still staring intently into Charles's eyes: "The ten most serious cases of mutant out-of-control destruction in history were all caused by nearly flawless Alpha and above mutants.
, and actually the Alpha and Omega levels are not that uncontrollable at all, are they?"
"Ability does get out of control..."
"But how can those frightened ants have the guts to provoke a lion that has just become angry? You are asking them to act panicked, as if this is not under their control at all and they are also victims."
The surprised and questioning expression on Charles's face finally disappeared, and he stared at Eric's face as if he was a little angry.
"You just use this trick to kidnap ordinary people and tell them that even though we are so powerful, we have weaknesses, so we are just like you. Or to put it simply, you are paralyzing them."
"You make powerful mutants appear uncontrollable and painful, so that all ordinary people think there is nothing good about being a mutant, but you yourself know how much better a mutant with perfect abilities can live."
"For this reason, you even sat in a wheelchair for decades, just to make ordinary people think that mutants are very powerful, so what's the price? In fact, there is no price at all, you are just performing."
"That's just to reduce the hostility of ordinary people." Charles turned away his eyes and said: "As long as we make them feel that we are not living a very good life, they will not be so easy to target..."
"It's this kind of performance that gives them the courage to target them. They think that a swarm of ants can defeat a weak lion, so that the persecuted mutants can stand together more easily. You know how many such children are accepted in Xavier School for Gifted Youngsters.
"
Charles finally couldn't help it anymore. He slammed the table and said, "Eric, do you want to fight?"