Schiller smiled and lowered his voice and said: "Of course I have my own reasons for doing this. Besides, it's not a big deal. It's just to make them depressed for a while."
"By the way." He looked at Dr. Strange, who had the power of dreams, and said, "How deep is the dream? They should all have entered a deep dream, right?"
Doctor Strange, who has the power of dreams, nodded and said: "The stronger their desire in the dream, the more devoted they are to this dream, the deeper the dream will naturally be. Although they have not yet reached the lowest level of dream, they can't easily reach it.
Will wake up."
"Just let them stay in this state and go deeper."
"what are you up to?"
"Don't worry about it, just do as I say."
After saying that, Schiller walked up to the people who were still having a tactical seminar and said: "It seems that you won't be able to defeat this Hydra tonight. I don't have time to spend time with you here. I'm leaving first."
Stark roared and glared again, but unfortunately he couldn't refute. Why didn't they fight the first time? Everyone could only watch Schiller leave.
Stark took a deep breath and said: "Follow my plan later, let's try again, I still don't believe it!"
In the real world, Schiller slowly opened his eyes. He sighed softly and asked the air: "What time is it now?"
"3 o'clock in the morning, sir." Ultron's voice came from the electronic alarm clock next to him. Ultron continued: "Mr. Reed is waiting for you in the laboratory. Do you want to go over now?"
Schiller didn't say anything, stretched, got up, got dressed, and walked slowly toward the temporary laboratory in the basement.
Reed was debugging his equipment. He glanced up at Schiller and said nothing. Susan was helping him with the experimental records to check some data.
"How's it going?" Schiller asked.
"It's ready to use." Reed said: "This thing has the same principle as a brainwave amplifier, but it's much more advanced than that. You just need to put people here."
Schiller saw several experimental beds placed at the end of the laboratory. Some equipment was connected below the beds, but there was nothing above them.
"Are you sure this will work?" Schiller asked just to be on the safe side.
But this seemed to step on Reed's tail. He jumped up and said: "Of course it works! It can definitely achieve the effect you want! You can't question my technology..."
Susan quickly pulled him and gave Schiller an apologetic look. Schiller shook his head and said: "I'm not questioning your technology, but I'm really not sure whether I can use scientific methods..."
"Since I promised you, of course I can." Reed said with some disdain: "The so-called depths of the stars are just a mysterious dimension. It is not traceable at all. It only appears at regular intervals and only targets specific groups of people.
This is the truth behind what is called The Call of the Stars."
Speaking of his own field, Reed talked eloquently. He said: "The information you gave me shows that in addition to some people who are born with brain waves that are different from ordinary people, another extremely important summoning condition is thinking."
"The disturbance of thinking that we often talk about is actually the process by which the radiation of brain waves changes the world. One person's brain waves are very small and can hardly change anything. But if it is a population or a civilization, their common thinking is powerful enough to
Produce disturbance.”
"The search for disturbances caused by certain specific thoughts may be the prerequisite for the stars to appear in front of certain civilizations. As long as we meet their search conditions, they will naturally appear in front of us."
"I want more than just appearance," Schiller reminded.
"Yes, so I need you to let them focus on a specific image. In this case, the thought disturbance will be more accurate, and it will be easier to lock in a mysterious individual in the entire mysterious dimension, and it will be easier to
It’s easy for him to follow this disturbance and come over to check it out.”
"Okay, I don't care much about the principle. I just hope this can be useful." Schiller said, "Let's go up and move people."
"Susan, you stay here and take care of the equipment, we will be back soon." Reed turned back to Susan, and then suddenly seemed to remember something, and said: "Are you hungry? Do you need us to bring you something?
Do you want food back?"
"Ah, no need, you can't eat in the laboratory, and besides, I'm not hungry either." Susan smiled at him.
When he turned to go out, Reed's face was red. As soon as he walked out of the basement, Reed grabbed Schiller's sleeve and said, "Your method is really useful. Recently, I have been treating Susan as valuable research material.
She responded to me obviously more than before..."
"As long as it works." Schiller nodded and said, "I think you two are almost in a relationship. When do you plan to confess your love?"
"Confess your love?!" Reed raised his voice and said, "We have only known each other for a short time. Isn't it a little too early to confess your love now?"
"Not only is it not early, but you must seize this opportunity." Schiller deliberately let it slip and said, "If I successfully summon Hydra, I will tell you how to confess your love with the highest success rate."
Reed clenched his fists and said, "Don't worry, we will definitely succeed!"
The two walked to the guest room on the second floor of the Stone House, opened the bedroom door, and Schiller used the gray mist to drag the sleeping superheroes to the experimental bed in the underground laboratory.
They were still awake, and Reed said with some surprise: "That friend of yours has two brushes."
"They are now in a deep dream and cannot wake up easily." Schiller explained: "Dream Power Doctor Strange has absolute control over dreams. As long as Professor X doesn't cause trouble, he should be able to complete it smoothly."
"How do you know he won't cause trouble?"
"He may have been here just now, but he won't interfere easily. Mutants have too many scruples."
After speaking, Schiller turned to look at the machine next to him and said: "It only took you such a short time to transform those ordinary machines? Are you sure you don't need more..."
"I said it's not necessary!" Reed was quite confident in this regard. He said, "I was sure of the deal I dared to promise you back then. Let's get started."
Schiller nodded. He stepped aside to leave room for Reed. Looking at Susan next to him and Reed's focused gaze, he knew that this girl must have been fascinated by Reed.
But this is not entirely the reason for Schiller's assist. Reed's biggest problem is his emotional intelligence. The short board of the barrel is too short, which makes the long board useless. But as long as the short board is made up for, it will be
It is easy for people to realize how long the longboard is. The serious charm of this super genius is not something ordinary people can resist.
Soon, the machine started up. On the surface, nothing changed, except that the equipment on the wall facing the experimental bed and the superhero's head lit up.
But Schiller clearly noticed something different, and the moonlight shining in from the door became brighter.
At a certain sudden point, Schiller rushed up the stairs and opened the door. He walked through the living room of the Stone House to the outside, and then came to the field ridge not far away.
Here, the silver-white moonlight illuminated the fields like daylight. When Schiller looked up, he saw the shining stars calling to him.
Schiller suddenly felt something sticky around his feet. He lowered his head and saw a gray swamp. Countless bubbles rose from the bottom of the swamp, and then more and more heads emerged.
In a trance, some pictures flashed before Schiller's eyes. He looked up at the moon from a very low place, and saw the ever-changing moon phases intersecting with the light of the stars, as if he himself had become one of countless heads.
He felt that his vision was rising continuously, through the muddy swamp, bathed in the moonlight.
When he lowered his head, he saw his headless body slowly falling down.
"Gray fog!" Schiller shouted.
The next second, he returned to the field ridge again. Schiller looked around and saw that there was no swamp or head here, only the bright and gentle moonlight.
Schiller raised his head and looked at the moon, but did not see anything abnormal. At this time, he heard Gray Fog say: "That is a country where only spiritual bodies exist. You need to leave your soul to travel in that dimension. Do you want to go?"
?”
"Are you coming with me?"
"certainly."
In an instant, Schiller felt that he was floating again. His body stopped in place, but his vision had already risen to the sky.
He flew higher and higher until he was almost face to face with the stars. At this moment, he smelled the muddy and rotten smell of the swamp again. In an instant, he saw that he was standing above the swamp again.
"Hydra! Are you there?!" Schiller shouted.
He did not expect these foreign gods to respond to him in a normal way. After all, not everyone was a garrulous Naiya, but not all foreign gods were blind, ignorant, and unable to communicate.
They usually put the information needed for communication directly into your brain. Some people can't bear this knowledge, so they go crazy. Some people can't understand it even if they accept it, so they can only spend their whole lives studying the mysterious knowledge behind it.
the truth.
But Schiller felt that he could both receive and understand the messages from the Outer Gods. After all, Gray Mist was also a member of the Outer Gods, and he could translate them directly for him.
After calling out the name, Schiller heard some subtle noises, a bit like water boiling, but he did not see any moon here, and he suspected that the gray swamp under his feet was the moon itself.
"If you can hear me, answer me a question - what hit you through the stars?!"
In an instant, Schiller felt a huge force pulling on his soul. He did not feel pain, but the high-speed movement made him dazed for a moment. When he came back to his senses, he had already returned to the ridge of the field.
"What's going on? Gray mist?"
"What else could have happened? He threw us out."
"Did he say anything?"
"Let me see...um...uh..."
"What happened? What did he say?"
"His ... marked lack of manners."
Schiller was stunned and asked hesitantly: "Did he curse?"
"Yes, and the curse is quite dirty. Are you sure you want me to translate?"
"Can you translate it?"
"Well, to sum it up...'Nataru!'."
"Isn't this too dirty?" Schiller said in shock. After thinking about it for a while, he said, "Is there nothing else but swear words?"
"Yes, they seem to be some memory fragments. Do you want to see them?"
Schiller nodded, and then he felt some pictures appear in his mind. This seemed to be the first person of the alien god, but the alien god did not use the senses to perceive the world like humans. His first person was completely different from that of humans.
.
To Schiller, it seemed like a bunch of garbled codes, with various incomprehensible text symbols piled together, and mosaics in some places, until a beam of light passed through all the symbols, causing an unprecedented collapse.
Schiller could only use such abstract words to describe the whole process, because these animated images extracted from the gray fog looked like the computer was broken, and there was really no reason why.
"Want to hear my opinion?" Hui Wu asked.
"certainly."
"Well, in my opinion, this thing is not a weapon, but a teleporter."