"Hurry! Find a way! Get him back to the real world! Hurry!"
Stark has almost become an ant on a hot pot. He feels that if this continues, Schiller may not want to be resurrected, which will be a big deal.
"But we can't convince him now!" Steve was also very anxious. He said: "I have seen similar situations on the battlefield before. After a complete emotional breakdown, the more comfort and persuasion I tried, the less he listened.
"
Charles took a look and said: "This is normal. Therefore, the treatment of mental illness sometimes needs to be combined with drugs, otherwise the patient will never be able to calm down and receive treatment."
"But this is a dream world, where can we find tranquilizers?" Stark asked with a frown, but then, he thought for a moment, then looked at Charles and asked: "Professor Charles, even if you can't use coercive means to modify the seat
Le's memory, can that make his spirit more stable?"
"If it's just this one personality, maybe it can be done, but if it's that tall tower, I'm afraid I can't help it. How can I make a tower stable?"
Charles recalled it again and said: "If I remember correctly, without passing through that tower, Schiller's personality would not be able to rise to the surface of consciousness, and would not be able to control the body."
"There are so many personalities in that tower, and I can't hypnotize each one of them. If we go up with this settled personality, we will definitely be stopped, and we probably won't be able to break in by force."
"Wait!" Stark and Steve looked at each other, and Steve was the first to say, "There doesn't seem to be anyone in his tower right now."
Charles also reacted, because he knew the existence of Schiller on that ship. Charles said: "He seems to have sent many of his personalities out to deal with the gods of Egypt. We can take advantage of this gap to put this personality to sleep."
, and then take him to the high tower and let him rise to the surface of consciousness..."
"No, Schiller's body is still dead." Steve objected again, saying, "The problem is, how do we resurrect him?"
"Let me think about it...let me think about it..." Stark touched his chin and paced in the corridor. He said: "If we follow this principle, as long as Schiller's soul returns and his body returns to life,
If his physiological condition is good, then he can be resurrected."
"His soul has not been annihilated, so we only need to resurrect his body."
"But you've seen it before. How could you still survive that kind of fatal injury?" Steve said helplessly.
But Stark said quickly: "Ordinary people may not be able to do it, but have you forgotten? Lan Ling and the others told us that Schiller also has a special symbiote in his body, that is, Schiller can become
The source of gray mist’s power.”
"For the symbiote, there are almost no wounds that they cannot repair. We only need to let the symbiote repair Schiller's body, and then let his soul return, and he can be resurrected."
"Theoretically, it works." Steve nodded and said, "There is another question, how do we let the symbiote repair the body? We are not Schiller and can't control him."...
"He should be independent and intelligent. As long as he is intelligent, we can convince him." Stark stopped and said, "Okay, that's it. Let's try this plan first."
He looked at Professor Charles and said: "Professor, you are responsible for quieting this personality in the room, and then we will take him back to the tower along the path we came from."
"When we return to the tower, Steve, you are responsible for keeping an eye on him while I look for the consciousness of the symbiote that may exist in the tower, and then try to convince him to repair Schiller's body."
"After the body is repaired, we will send this personality to the surface of consciousness, let the soul return, and Schiller will be resurrected."
"After that, we took control of his body and tried to calm him down, and then we talked about letting him receive mental treatment..."
Stark spoke this series of plans very quickly, but the other two people understood it clearly. After hearing the plan, they started taking action.
Charles' ability is indeed more than what it seems on the surface. When they squinted their eyes, an invisible force spread. As the frequency gradually slowed down, all conscious bodies present felt irresistibly sleepy.
"Wait a minute, Professor! You can't settle down with us!" Steve said sleepily.
Charles paused for a moment, and then Stark and Steve got out of this state. However, next to the table in the room, Schiller's head, who was talking to the scales, began to droop, and then gradually fell down.
On the table, he fell asleep.
In the dark, Charles felt as if he heard a sigh, and that sigh was full of relief.
But he didn't find anything unusual, and the plan was still going smoothly. Stark and Steve walked into the room and lifted the sleeping Schiller up. Seeing the scale in his hand, Stark hesitated.
After a while, he still didn't take it away.
When the two of them carried Schiller out, Kongsu, who was waiting outside, was surprised to see Schiller sleeping, but then he led the three of them back to Schiller's thinking palace along the original path.
Steve and Consue took Schiller back to the ward of the lunatic asylum on the 10th floor. The owner of that ward was not there now, so it could be used as a base for them.
Steve wanted to go with Stark to find Gray Mist's consciousness, but Stark refused. Considering that Schiller might wake up at any time, Steve finally stayed to guard the sleeping Xi.
le.
After leaving the lunatic asylum on the 10th floor, Stark stood at the stairs and hesitated, not knowing whether to go down or up.
Suddenly, he heard a "dong dong dong" sound, leaned on the railing of the patio and looked down, and saw the young Schiller chasing a gray ball.
The ball looked familiar, like highly concentrated gray mist or slime. Stark was stunned for a moment, then quickly walked down the stairs and stopped the gray ball.
The young Schiller, who was chasing the ball behind, showed another shocked expression when he saw Stark appearing here. At this time, Stark had already picked up the ball...
The gray ball caught by Stark suddenly turned into a ball of gray mist floating in the air. Stark saw two eyes composed of whirlpools. If he saw correctly, this ball at this time
Hui Wu's expression was also shocked.
It was the first time that Stark spoke to such a creature. He hesitated for a moment, not knowing how to speak, but he still said: "I am Stark, a friend of your master Schiller, do you know me?"
To Stark's expectation, Gray Fog actually nodded. Although he couldn't tell where the head was, Stark could tell that he wanted to make a nod gesture.
"Okay, listen, now your master is in some trouble. I know that he may have told you a plan before, asking you to remove your body's defenses so that he can die. But the problem now is that his
The soul is in some trouble. If we don't resurrect him, there will be no way to treat him..."
"So, I hope you can control yourself to repair Schiller's body, as if his soul returned to the body and was resurrected..."
After speaking quickly, Stark did not expect that the symbiote in front of him, who looked like an exhaust leak, could understand. But to his surprise again, Gray Mist sent a message to him.
Feeling confused, Stark actually heard a voice saying:
"...What did you say?"
"You can speak? Then why didn't you speak out earlier?!" Stark asked, staring at the gray mist.
"He doesn't let me talk to strangers casually." Hui Wu replied, "Besides, I smell the scent of a nasty guy on your body..."
"The annoying guy? Who? Wait...can't it be that ball of mud?"
"Yes, it's him. He's sick. I don't want to play with him. Please stay away from me."
"Okay, you're right about that. That ball of mud is indeed sick... No, that's not what I meant. Do you understand what I said before?"
"But I won't disobey his order." Hui Wu replied: "If he didn't ask me to do it, then I wouldn't do it."
"But now it's for his own good..."
As soon as Stark finished saying this, he was stunned because he seemed to have heard this argument a long time ago.
He recalled that Schiller had asked Jarvis the same question in the car when they first met him, and then asked him the same question.
So, Stark cleared his throat, and then asked the gray fog:
"If one day, Schiller is about to die, and a decision of yours can save your master, but he himself strongly opposes it, what will you do?"
"If you obeyed the order and did not save him, and he died, would you regret it?"
"If he dies, do you think he will regret creating you before he dies?"
"If he died, do you think he would resent you?"
"If he resents you, will you blame yourself?"
"If you were given the chance to do it over again, would you make a different choice?"
"If you disobeyed Schiller and chose to save him, and he blamed you afterwards, would you feel resentful?"
“If you disobeyed Schiller and saved his life, but he wanted to kill you for disobeying his order, would you resent him?…
After Stark used his amazing memory to return these questions to Huiwu intact, the picture he expected, like the Jarvis program crashing, did not appear. Huiwu said:
"In principle, I will not disobey his orders..."
Instead, Stark was stunned. He looked at the gray fog and said, "In principle, no...what do you mean?"
"You just have to pay more."
"I……"
Stark covered his forehead. How could he forget that one of the biggest characteristics of the symbiote is to follow its owner? Obviously this symbiote did not follow the instructions well.
"What do you want?" Stark asked.
"After he wakes up, if he finds that a bottle of wine is missing a sip, how about you tell him that it was a loss during storage?"
Stark didn't understand Gray Fog's request, but it didn't sound like it was a difficult task, so Stark agreed.
After that, the gray fog disappeared from in front of him. After a while, he came back and said:
"Your body has recovered. The elevator is over there. The elevator manager is on vacation today. If you want to leave, you'd better do it as soon as possible..."
Stark felt a little weird, but his anxiety still prevailed, so he hurried back to the lunatic asylum, then lifted the sleepy Schiller into the elevator, and returned to his conscious mind unimpeded. After that,
The three of them woke up from their dreams and returned to reality.
After they left, Hui Wu sighed and entered the elevator, all the way up to the hospital floor. At this time, two figures were holding on to the railings of the patio and looking down.
Huiwu came up and rubbed against one of the figures in black suits. Schiller touched Huiwu's head and said, "Don't think I didn't hear you just now. Did you drink alcohol secretly again?"
"I didn't, it was lost during transportation!"
Schiller shook his head helplessly, lit a cigar, and said to the green-haired figure next to him: "To be honest, we can really convince the 'id' to cooperate with us..."
The green-haired figure let out a series of chuckles, but said nothing.
DC Schiller touched the wound on his forehead, and then said: "It is reasonable for a patient to handle so much work for me to take a small revenge for this extremely unethical behavior, right?"
"But you should have other purposes, right?" The green-haired Schiller turned around and asked.
DC Schiller snorted and said: "You may think that I am the crazier one, but in fact, it is completely the opposite. He is much crazier than me, the most crazy one in the world.
Emotion is greed.”
"Using suicide to explore a secret that makes him curious is just a routine operation for him, but I have to prepare some back-ups to prevent him from killing us together."
"so what?"
"I suffered from childhood autism when I was young. I witnessed the tragic murder of my parents with my own eyes. The psychological trauma led to the formation of antisocial personality, but in the end I made contributions to this society through my own efforts..."
"This origin story, which is superimposed with many protagonist elements, should provide great guarantee for our survival in this world."
"Why are you so sure that this can be our origin story?" asked the green-haired Schiller.
Schiller, who was wearing a black suit, took a puff of his cigar and slowly exhaled the smoke. Through the smoke, he looked at the floor below and said:
"What matters is not the story, but the storyteller."
"When several extremely important beings in this world are spreading this origin story orally..."