Chapter 515: Tonight in a Dream to Confess (Part 2)
When the two returned to the Alliance of Radiance base again, the atmosphere became a little different, but outwardly there was no change. Stark was still focusing on choosing the target path, and Steve stood with his arms folded. beside.
"I guess... it should be this one." Stark frowned. Steve didn't know whether he had found some rules or just relied on intuition, but he still chose to believe Stark.
Flashing again, they found themselves in an open space. The two of them made an action together, that is, looking up. What appeared above them were endless towers.
At this moment, Stark seemed to have lost all strength and could no longer straighten his back. Steve also covered his face with his hands and said: "It's okay, I knew... I knew... he couldn't be So easy..."
"Wait." Stark frowned, raised his head and turned around, then said: "Why is it so quiet here? Where is Schiller? Where are they?"
Steve also recalled the first time he came to this tower. At that time, it could be said to be a sea of people, and the corridors were full of Schillers coming and going. At this time, the tower seemed a lot quieter. , although some figures can still be vaguely seen in the high places, the corridors in the lower places are completely deserted.
Both Steve and Stark were hesitant. Professor of.
But even so, they still had to explore here. The two of them followed the stairs from the ground floor to the first floor. At this time, the place was empty, the door was closed, and the corridor was dark.
Neither Steve nor Stark had carefully explored the first floor here. Even if they paid up as members to play games, they would be sent directly to the upper-level reception room.
The two people who walked up the stairs found that the tower on the first floor looked a bit crude. The ground was not even a floor, but a cement floor. The walls also looked a bit old, even the wall paint was peeling off, and the rooms were not as dense as those on the upper floors. , they walked around the corridor of the courtyard and didn't see a single room.
At this moment, Stark suddenly heard movement in the corridor in front of him. He quickened his pace and walked over, with Steve following behind him. As soon as the two of them came to the corner of the corridor, there was a "bang" and a black figure appeared. Knocked down by them.
The little black figure stood up, rubbed his forehead, and then looked at the two outsiders with wide eyes, his expression was very shocked, as if he didn't know why they were here.
It was a young version of Schiller, very young, wearing very ordinary children's clothes. Stark stared at him for a while, then knelt down, touched his head and said: "Schiller? Where is the other you? ?”
The young Schiller blinked and shook his head. Stark asked: "Is it because I don't know, or because I can't tell?"
Young Schiller shook his head again. Stark asked a series of questions, but young Schiller didn't answer at all. Steve came over, patted Stark on the shoulder and said, "He doesn't seem to be able to speak."
Stark stood up and frowned as he watched the young Schiller turn away. He said, "The good news is that Schiller should still be alive, but the bad news is that some special circumstances have indeed occurred that caused him to
Part of his personality is missing, and we have to find him.”…
With that said, Stark stepped forward to follow the young Schiller, and Steve walked behind him. The young Schiller didn't seem to care that they were following, but slowly walked into the corridor.
When he came to the corridor, Stark discovered something unusual. This corridor was different from the corridors he had seen in high-rise buildings. It seemed to be a corridor, and it was a very old corridor with traces of cement smeared on it.
The floor, the peeling and mottled walls, the scraped mess of wires and mailboxes, the layers of small advertisements...
Steve stopped in front of the small advertisements with text on them. He said, "This should be in Chinese, right? Do you know what is written on it?"
"Rent a house, unlock the door, apply for a certificate..." Stark translated it in English and read it to Steve. Steve raised his eyebrows in surprise and said, "Can you speak Chinese?"
, I know almost every language in the world." Stark stepped over the debris piled in the corridor and continued to follow the young Schiller.
Although this corridor looked shabby, it was still neat. Therefore, they quickly arrived at the only door. That door was different from the doors they had seen. It was a dark blue iron door with a square shape.
Shaped lock and keyhole.
The young Schiller opened the door with some difficulty with the key, opened the door, walked in, and changed his shoes next to the shoe cabinet at the entrance.
After changing his slippers, he walked into the house, while Steve and Stark stood outside the door, looking at the room.
"This should be an ordinary residential building in China." Stark judged: "My company has Chinese employees, and the photos left by their parents' generation show the layout of the house like this."
"They have a large living room, and the kitchen is on the other side, and it must have a door. There are flowers engraved on the frosted glass door, and there are blessing words on the bedroom door..." Stark pointed to the house.
Said the scene, and Steve had already started to change shoes.
After he opened the shoe cabinet, he looked at the shoes inside, and then said: "These should be the shoes of a family of three, the hostess, and the children..."
"This should be Schiller's childhood memory." Stark also put on men's slippers. The two of them walked into the house together and found the young Schiller sitting on the sofa watching TV.
"Isn't it good for us to rummage through other people's houses?" Steve said hesitantly, but Stark said firmly: "Special circumstances, special handling. We want to save Schiller, so look for it here.
It’s okay to have some information.”
Steve finally nodded, and they split into two groups and began to search the house for clues.
Stark, who was searching the living room, first saw the photo frame on the TV cabinet. It was a golden photo frame with European patterns on it. Stark picked up the photo frame and saw that it belonged to a family of three.
In the photo, standing between his parents is the young Schiele.
This photo was a full-body photo, so the face couldn't be seen clearly. After Stark put the photo down, he started looking for books on the bookshelf again. At this time, Steve's call came from the master bedroom:
"Tony, come on, look here!"
Stark walked in quickly and saw Steve holding a photo album. They opened the album, which mostly contained photos of a family of three. Stark commented: "A very ordinary, very happy family. It seems that
Schiller’s childhood was pretty good.”…
Suddenly, Steve's fingers while flipping through the photo album stopped. Stark looked at the photo, which was of a man holding a baby. Steve frowned, and then said: "No, his father did not."
not normal."
"Why? Where did you see it?" Stark asked.
Steve pointed with his fingertips at the hand closest to the camera in the photo and said, "Look here, Gun Cocoon."
"His father may be a soldier or an agent, and he is the kind who fights all year round." Steve judged based on his rich experience.
He turned back a few pages of the photo album, stared at the details in the photos, and then said: "His mother is not particularly ordinary. Judging from the muscle pattern, her body fat rate is very low. She has obviously received professional training...
"
"Maybe his parents are soldiers." Stark shrugged, not paying attention, and started looking for other clues.
Opening the drawer and flipping through the bookshelf, there were all kinds of books inside, with no specific direction. But when Stark took out a thick history book, several pieces of paper fell out.
Come down.
Stark picked up the pieces of paper, unfolded them and said with some confusion: "Sensory integration training?"
Steve came over, and Stark pointed to those pictures and said: "This is a record of sensory integration training. Sensory integration training is usually for children. Look here, it says, sensory integration disorder, the reason is... loneliness
Schiller is autistic?"
"This is not unexpected. I remember he seemed to have mentioned that he had savant autism." Stark said, touching his chin.
He flipped through the papers that he had recorded and reached the end. He said: "According to the records here, the sensory integration training has progressed to the later stage, and the subject's physical coordination has greatly improved, and he has preliminary language skills.
And language skills are improving rapidly..."
Stark turned the paper over, and behind it was the handwriting left by the ballpoint pen. He read: "On July 24th, I can call out the name of the toy... On August 19th, I can read a fairy tale... 12
On April 2, I consciously called mom and dad for the first time...On April 6, I was able to clearly express which storybook I wanted..."
Steve said with some emotion: "It seems that Schiller's parents loved him very much, worked hard to treat him, and even wrote down the process of him learning to speak."
"Wait..." Stark frowned and looked at the notes and said: "As of April, he has been able to clearly express which storybook he wants. Then he used the language he used with ordinary children.
There is no difference in ability, but..."
Stark turned to look at the living room. He put down the papers, walked out quickly, and squatted in front of the young Schiller. He began to ask the young Schiller some questions, arousing his interest through language and body movements, but the young Schiller
Just looked at him but didn't speak.
After a while, Stark stood up and said to Steve who came over: "He really can't speak. He can understand what I am doing, but he just doesn't say anything..."
, the treatment should have been successful, so why is this child, who manifests Schiller’s childhood memories, still unable to speak?”
Stark turned around, picked up the photo of the family of three again and began to observe it.
At this moment, the light outside the window began to gradually dim, and Stark realized that this room was also divided into day and night.
The young Schiller who was sitting on the sofa watching TV suddenly stood up. Stark and Steve followed him with their eyes and watched him walk into the bedroom. Stark shrugged and followed the young Schiller to the bedroom door.
side, and then said: "It seems that he has been accustomed to going to bed early since he was a child."
"Okay, go to sleep, kid, we can go look for clues elsewhere..."
Just when Stark turned around to leave the bedroom, he saw that the young Schiller, who wanted to sleep, did not go to the bed in his room, but walked into the closet.
He opened the cabinet door, climbed onto the grid that was almost as high as him, curled up with his legs, and then closed the cabinet door.
Stark saw the young Schiller's eyes staring at him from the gap between the two cabinet doors.