After a conversation with Schiller, Strange figured out one thing-Shieler's childhood was probably equivalent to a work of rules and strange talk.
Mysterious research institutions, live-fire guards, endless experiments and conspiracies...
The only problem is that Schiller is not the victim of the Rule Talking, he is the Rule Talking. The victims are those researchers and guards.
What's even more terrifying is that his rules are not clear. Because his mental state is not very stable, it may be like this today and tomorrow. It was fine in the last second, but it became ill in the next second.
Although this research organization is very evil and mysterious, they are obviously the kind of organization that pursues secular interests. This means that most of the migrant workers they hire are ordinary people, but ordinary people who can accept attacking children and have a relatively low moral bottom line.
Human morality and mental state do not have a direct relationship. A low moral bottom line does not mean that they are crazy people, nor can they understand madmen, nor can they understand Schiller, who cannot even understand even madmen, and it is also the propluax version of the pathological Schiller, which is said to be more difficult than now.
Anyone who has done scientific research should know that sometimes, if you do experiments, you cannot succeed if you pass the professional level and are rigorous enough. Among them, there are some luck factors. Even the most powerful scientists cannot guarantee that they can do the exact same experiments multiple times in a short period of time and get completely consistent results.
Inorganic substances that do not change their traits easily are like this, let alone Schiller, a living person. His mental state focuses on a random one, while scientists focus on his research on a card draw.
Moreover, among all the prize pools of mental states, harmless states are a minority, and most of them are harmful, and they are very harmful. If you don’t pay attention, you are likely to devote yourself to science.
Moreover, this pool is not guaranteed yet. Even if you draw 10,000 yuan, you may not be able to draw one useful. Even if you draw one occasionally, you cannot develop it at all. There is a possibility of re-raising anytime and anywhere. Moreover, it is not back before the development, but directly back before the draw card. If you draw something wrong, draw again!
Strange could completely imagine the collapse of these scientists. This mainly involves a question of confidence.
In some science fiction novels, physicists studied for a long time and found that physics no longer existed, so they committed suicide.
In the research institution that kidnapped Schiller, scientists studied Schiller for a long time and found that psychology, psychiatry, pathology, anthropology, sociology, and biology no longer existed. And they didn't even have the chance to commit suicide, so they were killed by Schiller.
Strange sighed, murmured for them for half a second in his heart, and then asked, "How come you have become a little more normal?"
"Although I know I should answer 'because love' or something, it's actually because I met a scientist who doesn't believe in evil." Schiller laughed and said, "You have to be more paranoid than paranoid and crazier than madman to have the possibility of healing him."
Strange knew it. Sure enough, there was nothing touching about any of Schiller's stories, some were all intertwined with madness, paranoidness, and torture each other.
Through Schiller's experience, Strange thought, and said, "Did you think it was because this child was tortured crazy that it became the rule in the world we are in now?"
Schiller knew he was referring to the words on parchment, but he still said, "What are you referring to? Are you playing the whole game?"
"Absolutely. I was just thinking, why is this happening?" Strange stood up from the chair. He walked to the operating table, sat on it, and then lay flat on the operating table and said.
"Humans are born to be afraid of pain and desire freedom. What's more, those people may abuse him. He cannot be without any resentment, but why is the way to retaliate to trap the doctor here to work?"
Schiller had a flash of inspiration and said, "What are the words you hear most often in the hospital for complaining between doctors?"
Strange suddenly sat up and looked at Schiller, and then said, "It's too busy with work, it's difficult for patients to handle, it's too frequent for examinations, and it's too many reports."
The two looked at each other and understood what the other was thinking.
"So this is how he retaliated against us?" Strange said helplessly, "because he heard the doctor complaining that he was too busy to work, he locked us up here and worked every day; because he heard the complaints that the patients were difficult to deal with, he kept sending those difficult patients over."
"Because I heard the doctor complain that the grooming check was too strict, I had to keep the grooming; because some people complained that there were too many reports to write, it was stipulated that the report must be written every day."
"I can only say that this revenge is much scarier than in horror movies," Schiller said. "I haven't written my report during the day yesterday, so I have to get up and write it quickly."
After saying that, he walked to the desk, dipped in ink and wrote on parchment paper, and said while writing: "But his imagination is relatively limited. Or the medieval doctors may not be very busy. If he knew that you could have 20 surgeries a day, he would have to send 200 patients a day."
"I know you don't know about surgery, but I didn't expect you to be so ignorant." Strange said while lying on the hospital bed. "God's hand is very busy. I'm not responsible for physical work such as craniotomy, which are all done by other doctors."
"I only do the most critical part. After I finish it, I will carry the next one away. Not to mention 20 surgeries, I have a record of 48 surgeries a day. Otherwise, where would I get more than 80 reports?"
Schiller gave him a thumbs up and said, "It's not easy to find so many patients."
"I'm not only doing surgery on American patients. All the world's difficult cases are coming to me." Strange snorted again and said, "Do you think the few expeditions you are looking for can cause trouble for me? It's just a daily workload."
Schiller tutted his mouth. He really admired Strange for this. After all, even if the unimportant parts were not done by him, the important parts were exhausted enough. Twenty hours of high concentration, otherwise why would Gu Yi fall in love with him?
You only saw Doctor Qiyi using the stupidest method and Domaum, but you never thought about how much work intensity this is. I can only say that Gu Yi is still savage.
"I don't seem to have entered your operating room." Schiller recalled, "That means that the patients there are not that difficult to deal with, and you are quite lucky."
Strange was so angry that he laughed. He said, "I am a neurosurgeon. Do you think a person who has one third of his head can still jump up and complain to me?"
"This is not good." Schiller shook his head and said, "And I am not just cheering for the patients, I am cheering for the doctor."
"Last time a patient came in with one of his legs in his arms, frightening an intern. It took me a lot of effort to soothe him. Isn't the intern in your department that was scared?"
"I won't want to be so timid... Wait. How did I walk in with my legs in my arms?"
"That guy is a mutant. He can fly."
"Then why did he lose one leg?"
"That's the problem. He was hit by an air train." Schiller spread his hands and said, "not only the intern nurse, but the surgeon almost fainted when he saw his insurance policy. I also comforted him for half an hour."
While chatting, the two waited for dawn. When the morning light came out of the tiny gap in the window, Strange, who had been squinting again, woke up from the operating table. After writing the report, Schiller, who was sleeping on the table, woke up.
"I think there is another benefit for us to participate in this game." Schiller stretched and said, "It is the basic skill of the doctor."
Strange was obviously faster than him. When he turned around, he found that the metal door behind him had been repaired, so he said: "It seems that the game has solved this problem and we have to work again."
"I hope some good goods today... I mean, good patients." Schiller walked to the shelf and began to search, sorting out all his harvest yesterday in a box, and preparing to sell it to the bear guard together.
After the morning bell rang, the nurse checked it out. He seemed to have known that the door of the metal passage had been repaired, and said to Schiller viciously: "You'd better be honest and work quickly. If this happens again, I will solve you personally."
"Don't worry, ma'am, this is yesterday's report, I forgot to give it to you." Schiller handed over the report, and the nurse left quickly.
Schiller looked at his back and thought about what the nurse would be like according to their inference yesterday.
Although she is now very cruel, it is obvious that the target of her supervision is a doctor. It is very cruel to the doctor, but not necessarily to the patient.
Every doctor knows that the head nurses act fiercely not because they really like this, but because they must intimidate medical staff and their families so that they can be responsible for the patients.
Schiller had to admit that he had a natural favor for the nurse. Because the nurse who took care of him could not be called a good temper, and was even more incompatible with Anatoly. Their limited Chinese and Russian were all practiced when they quarreled with each other.
After a while, the bear guard came again. He looked at the box that Shiller gave out in amazement, thinking that he had hallucinations.
"God! What have you done?!" The tone of the bear guard's voice was trembling.
"Don't make a fuss, take it away quickly, don't let the nurse discover it." Schiller said, "Also, if you don't have something I want here, can you buy it for me?"
"Uh, I can't get out normally, but if it's important, you can find a way to ask Wood, he knows a lot of people, maybe..."
Looking at Shield's murderous gaze, the voice of the bear guard became smaller and smaller. He said, "Okay, I know you don't like that wooden man, no one here likes him. But you have to respect him too. He is the boss's eyeliner."
Schiller's eyes rolled and he said, "Where is that raven? If I give him some money, will he buy me something?"
"Did you subscribe to newspapers in his place? Well. You just love to read those. But I have to remind you that he is not simple either. Some people say he is from the town government and knows the high-ranking officials in Westchester. Don't offend him."
Schiller laughed dryly and did not continue to speak.
The bear guard saw that his expression was wrong, so he said, "You won't already..."
Schiller looked down. The bear guard also looked along his sight. He saw that the box placed on the ground was filled with a cluster of shiny raven feathers.
The whole eyes looked at me and I announced something: