Chapter 516: Exploring Schiller's Past Journey (1)
Stark, who was standing by the door, was stunned for a moment. For a moment, he didn't realize what the logic of Schiller's behavior was.
He hid in the closet because he was afraid of outsiders? But when the two of them came in, the young Schiller did not stop him. If he was afraid, he would not have opened the door for them.
Stark paused for a moment, then walked into the bedroom. It was a small bedroom. The bed in the bedroom was converted into a crib. It seemed that the young Schiller did not sleep alone in this room for a long time.
He had just separated from his mother and was sleeping on his own.
Stark walked around the small bed and came to the closet. He gently pushed the cabinet door and found that it didn't move at all.
He put his fingers into the gap of the cabinet door and tried to open the cabinet door, but the door still didn't move. Stark took a few steps back again and looked at the closet.
It was a huge solid wood wardrobe that looked like a handmade product from the previous era. There were some cartoon stickers on the door. Judging from the height, they should have been affixed by Schiller when he was young.
Stark looked around and found that the gap in the cabinet door was actually very small, and the cabinet was completely dark. If he hadn't stood at a specific angle and under a specific light, he wouldn't have been able to see Schiller in the cabinet.
There was no movement at all, so it was hard to find that there was a child in the cabinet.
After observing for a long time, but with no other clues, Stark could only squat down and align his eyes with Schiller in the cabinet. The two of them looked at each other through the narrow gap in the middle of the cabinet door.
At this time, Stark discovered that Schiller's eyes were not looking at him, but had been staring at the place where he was standing before. Stark stood up, took two steps back, turned around, walked to the bedroom door, and took a look
Where I stood, there was nothing unusual.
Steve also came over. The two of them stood by the bedroom door, and both could see Schiller's eyes. Steve looked back toward the living room and said, "He might be looking into the living room through the door."
Hearing this, Stark walked quickly to the living room, turned back to confirm the direction of Schiller's gaze, then took a step forward and stood next to the sofa.
He found that Schiller's eyes seemed to be on the sofa. Stark rummaged around the sofa and found nothing unusual. When he moved the sofa, the carpet in front of the sofa was wrinkled.
Steve, who followed, shrugged his nose and said:
"Did you smell it? There seems to be the smell of blood..."
Stark stood up, looked around him, and then fell on the curved carpet folds. He took a deep breath and seemed to have some premonitions. After Steve moved the coffee table away, Stark suddenly
Pulled up the carpet.
There was blood underneath.
This carpet, which seemed to have no problems at all on the surface, was lifted up and there was a large round dark blood stain underneath. It looked like it had dried for a long time, but it still had a peculiar smell.
In an instant, Stark turned around and set his sights on the photo of a family of three that he casually placed aside.
He picked up the photo frame and pressed his fingers on the photo. His knuckles turned slightly white when he exerted force. Obviously, the answer he guessed made him feel a little suffocated.
…
Steve looked down at the bloodstain, then turned to look at Schiller who was hiding in the cabinet. He turned and walked back to the bedroom, then squatted in front of the cabinet and looked at the young Schiller through the gap. He said:
"Don't be afraid, we are not bad people. Can you open the door? We will protect you..."
The young Schiller did not answer, nor did he lower his eyes on his face. He just kept staring at that point, as if he was looking at something intently. Steve took a deep breath, and he heard something behind him.
He turned his head when he heard footsteps, and a pale-faced Stark appeared behind him.
The two came to the bedroom door. Stark held the photo frame in his hand and said:
"This is Schiller's conscious world, and everything that exists here is actually an 'image', that is to say, they all represent a certain memory of Schiller's.
“After I entered the Hall of Thought for the first time and visited here, I tried to develop my consciousness space, so I understood that some things that exist in the consciousness space are not what they seem on the surface.
Symbolic.”
Steve turned his head and looked at the pool of blood under the carpet. He said: "I am very sure that it is human blood, but the blood shed by any human being will not be in such a regular round shape. It is just right."
It was blocked by the carpet, which may mean..."
Steve's tone deepened: "...A tragedy happened here."
"In the psychology books I have read, it has been mentioned that when people remember something, they will instinctively grasp the exciting point. Perhaps Schiller, who once witnessed a tragedy, was affected by blood and
The smell of blood stimulated him, so the image of this tragedy in his memory was the blood stains under the carpet."
Stark sighed and said: "Based on the existing clues, we can probably guess what happened to Schiller in his childhood..."
"The medical records in his parents' bedroom showed that Schiller suffered from autism. Although those pieces of paper did not indicate the specific type of autism spectrum, his parents had detected his illness very early.
, and actively treated him."
"Schiller had received sensory integration training for a long time, and the training lasted for at least two years. In the later stages of the training, he had almost recovered, at least he had recovered most of his language abilities."
"But, maybe in the month when the medical records were interrupted..." Stark pursed his lips, and his tone slowed down, sounding as if he didn't want to continue talking:
"His parents may have been murdered."
Stark turned his head and glanced at the young Schiller who was still hiding in the cabinet, spying on the outside world through the cracks in the cabinet door. He said: "His parents have received professional training. It is impossible to wait until the other party rushes into the house to discover the abnormality. Maybe
When the other party comes downstairs or rushes into the corridor, he already knows that he has no way out."
"If you were Schiller's parents, what would you do?" Stark looked at Steve and asked, Steve's face was also very gloomy, and he said:
"I will definitely protect my children as soon as possible."
"Perhaps, his parents did the same thing..." Stark lowered his head, and his voice that could not be lowered echoed in the room, like a deep evening drum...
"They would make him hide, hide in the biggest closet in the house, and more importantly..."
When Stark said this, there was already a hint of pained gasping in his voice. He and Steve both stared at the gap in the closet. As the light changed in the dark night, they seemed to see the appearance of three people. The mother in the photo squatted outside the cabinet, looked at her child through the gap, and screamed as if she was on the verge of death:
"Don't talk! Don't make a sound! Don't make any sound. No matter what you hear, don't respond..."
And the children who had just received language enlightenment and were able to express their magnificent inner world through language, just like this, once again returned to that silent world with no door to the outside world.
Steve covered his face and sat down against the door frame of the bedroom wall. Just like before, when all these details were presented to him, it was far more cruel than hearing a story.
"Patients with dissociative identity disorder, that is, multiple personality disorder, often split their first personality in order to escape some realities that they are unwilling to face. I think that may be why Schiller split another personality. , used to escape childhood trauma..."
Stark's tone became calmer instead. He stretched out his hand to pull Steve up, and then said: "Don't stop here, we have to find Schiller. No matter what he has encountered, I think we can treat him." , just like...he used to heal us."
Stark was in front and Steve was behind. The two of them walked out of the room. After returning to the corridor, the two of them still couldn't calm down for a long time.
In their impression, although Schiller has a sharp tongue, insists on money, is a Riddler, doesn’t take too much trouble to watch the fun, and has a bottomless moral bottom line, he is still a relatively cheerful person. In the process of getting along with them, everyone I was laughing and joking, but I didn’t think there was anything special about it.
But many times, comparison is only harmful. When Stark's parents died unexpectedly, he felt miserable. When he learned that his parents were killed by Steve's old teammate the Winter Soldier, he felt even worse. But now he feels that, at least, Howard has been with him for a period of time. Although he often drinks alcohol, he is still a good father when he is sober.
The young Schiller they just met was very young and could barely speak due to autism. In other words, he might not even have said a few words to his parents before their parents were brutally murdered.
Moreover, Stark felt that he had never faced the scene of his parents' death. Otherwise, he didn't know whether he would use split personality to escape reality like Schiller.
Thinking of this, Stark quickened his pace. He came to the stairs and looked up. The floor above was still quiet.
Stark and Steve came to the second floor. There were very few rooms here, and none of them could be opened. Stark looked at one of the door handles and said, "Did you notice? If the door handle
The lock is special, which means there may be someone inside, and this..."
Stark looked at the door handle, which was a very ordinary spherical door handle, exactly the same as the handles of the two doors they had seen before. Stark shook his head and said: "There may not be Schiller's personality in it.
Probably where he stores other stuff."
"In other words, we have to find a special place for the doorknob to be able to find the rest of his personality?"
"That's right. Next, you go up to the third floor and I go up to the fourth floor. We will meet again after we find the special door handle."
After saying that, the two began to work separately. Steve was responsible for the odd-numbered floors, and Stark was responsible for the even-numbered floors. The two of them searched for a long time. Finally, Stark found a special place on the tenth floor. He stood there.
Beside the railing of the patio, waving to Steve downstairs:
"Come here! There is a very special place here, come here quickly,
Steve hurriedly ran up and came to Stark's side. The two of them looked up at the sign on the door, which read three big words: