American Comics: Opening Guidance Batman - Chapter 519 Schiller is probably crazy (below)

"Hurry up! Hurry up and find a way! Get him back to the real world! Hurry up!"

Stark was about to become an ant on a hot pot. He felt that if it went on like this, Schiller might not want to be resurrected, and that would be a big problem.

"But we can't convince him now!" Steve was also very anxious, he said: "I have seen similar situations on the battlefield before. After the emotional breakdown, the more comfort and persuasion, the less he listens. "

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 the dream world, where can we find tranquilizers?" Stark asked with a frown, but then he thought for a while, 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 calm his mind a little bit?”

"If it's just this personality, maybe I can, but if it's that tall tower, I'm afraid I can't do anything about it. How can I make a tower settle down?"

Charles recalled again and said: "If I remember correctly, if I didn't pass the tower, Schiller's personality would not be able to surface to the surface of consciousness, and he would not be able to control his body."

"That tower has so many personalities. I can't hypnotize each of them. If we go up with this settled personality, we will definitely be stopped. I'm afraid it won't work."

"Wait!" Stark and Steve looked at each other, and Steve said first, "There seems to be no one in his tower now."

Charles also reacted, because he knew the existence of Schiller in that ship. Charles said: "He seems to have sent many of his personalities to deal with the gods of Egypt. We can take this gap and let this personality fall asleep. , and then take him to the tower and let him rise to the surface of consciousness..."

"No, Schiller's body is still dead." Steve objected again, he said, "The question is, how do we revive him?"

"Let me think about it...let me think about it..." Stark paced the corridor, touching his chin, he said, "If this principle is followed, as long as Schiller's soul returns and the body returns to life Physiological state, then he can be resurrected."

"His soul has not been annihilated, so we just need to resurrect his body."

"But you've seen it before, how could that kind of fatal injury survive?" Steve said helplessly.

But Stark said quickly: "Ordinary people may not be able to, but have you forgotten? Lan Ling and the others told us that Schiller also has a special symbiosis in his body, that is, Schiller can become The source of the gray fog's power."

"For the symbiote, there are almost no wounds that they can't repair. We just 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's another question, how do we let that symbiote repair its body? We're not Schiller, and we can't control him."

"He should be independent and wise, as long as he is wise, 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 follow the path that came and take him back to the tower."

"When we get back to the tower, Steve, you are responsible for watching over him, I'll find the consciousness of the symbiote that may exist in the tower, and then try to convince him to repair Schiller's body."

"When the body is repaired, we send this personality to the surface of consciousness, let the soul return, and Schiller will be resurrected."

"After that, we controlled his body, tried to calm him down, and then talked about getting him to receive mental treatment..."

Stark's series of plans were spoken quickly, but the other two heard it very clearly. After listening to the plan, they began to act.

Charles' ability is indeed not as simple as it looks on the surface. When they narrowed their eyes, an invisible force spread, and as the frequency gradually slowed down, all the conscious bodies present felt irresistible sleepiness.

"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 constantly talking to the scale, began to sag, and then gradually lay down. On the table, fell asleep.

Somewhere, 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 put up the sleeping Schiller. Seeing that he was holding the scale in his hand, Stark hesitated. After a while, I still didn't take it away.

When the two carried Schiller out, Kong Su, who was waiting outside, was surprised to see Schiller sleeping in the past, but then he took the three back to Schiller's Hall of Thought along the same way.

Steve and Kong Su took Schiller back to the ward of the madhouse on the 10th floor. The owner of that ward was not there now, so they could be used as a stronghold.

Steve wanted to go with Stark to find the consciousness of the gray fog, but was rejected by Stark. Considering that Schiller might wake up at any time, in the end, Steve stayed and guarded the sleeping seat. Le.

After leaving the lunatic asylum on the 10th floor, Stark stood at the entrance of the stairs and struggled, not knowing whether to go down or up.

Suddenly, he heard the sound of "Dong Dongdong", leaning on the railing of the patio and looking down, he saw that the young Schiller was chasing a gray ball.

The ball looked a little familiar, like a highly concentrated gray fog, and like a 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 him, saw Stark appear here, and showed another shocked expression. At this time, Stark had already picked up the ball.

The gray ball caught by Stark turned into a gray fog floating in the air with a bang. Stark saw two eyes made of vortexes. Gray Mist's expression was also shocked.

It was the first time that Stark spoke to such a creature. He hesitated for a while, and he didn't know how to speak, but he still said: "I am Stark, a friend of your master Schiller, do you know me?"

Contrary to Stark's expectations, Gray Mist nodded his head. Although he couldn't see where the head was at all, Stark could see that he wanted to nod.

"Okay, listen, now your master is in some trouble, I know, he may have told you a plan before, for you to remove your body's defenses so that he can die, but now the problem is, his The soul is in some trouble, and if we don't resurrect him, there's no way to heal him..."

"So, I hope you can control yourself to repair Schiele's body, as if his soul returned to the body, thus resurrecting..."

After speaking this long paragraph at a rapid rate, Stark did not expect the symbiote in front of him, which looked like an exhaust gas leak, to understand, but again, beyond his expectations, Gray Mist sent him a message. Doubtful, and then Stark actually heard a voice saying:

"...What did you say?"

"You can talk?? Then why didn't you speak up earlier?!" Stark asked, staring at the gray fog.

"He won't let me talk to strangers casually." Gray Fog replied, "Besides, I smelled a nasty guy on you..."

"The nasty guy? Who? Wait...could it be that mud?"

"That's right, it's him. He's sick. I don't want to play with him. Stay away from me."

"Okay, you're right on this point. That lump of mud is indeed sick... No, I didn't mean to say this. Did you understand what I said before?"

"But I won't disobey his orders." Gray Fog replied, "If he didn't let me 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 when he first met him in the car, and then asked him the same question.

So, Stark cleared his throat, and then asked towards the gray fog:

"If one day, Schiller is dying, and one of your decisions can save your master, but he himself is strongly against it, what will you do?"

"If you obeyed the order and didn't save him, and he died, would you regret it?"

"If he died, do you think he would regret creating you before he died?"

"If he died, do you think he would resent you?"

"Would you blame yourself if he resented you?"

"If you were given another chance to come back, would you make a different choice?"

"If you disobeyed Schiller's orders and chose to save him, would you feel resentful if he blamed you afterwards?"

"If you disobeyed Schiller's orders and saved him, and he was going to kill you for disobeying orders, would you resent him?

After Stark used his astonishing memory to return these questions to Gray Mist, the picture he expected like the Jarvis program crashing did not appear. Gray Mist 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?"

"It's just extra money."

"I……"

Stark covered his forehead. How could he forget that one of the biggest features of the symbiote is that it follows the master. Obviously, this symbiote did not follow suit.

"What do you want?" Stark asked.

"When he wakes up, if he finds that a certain bottle of wine is missing a sip, you tell him that it is a loss during storage, how about it?"

Stark didn't understand Gray Fog's request, but it didn't sound like a very difficult task, so Stark agreed.

After that, the gray fog disappeared in front of him, and after a while, he came back and said:

"The body is repaired. The elevator is over there. The elevator manager is on vacation today. If you want to leave, you'd better go as soon as possible..."

Stark felt a little weird, but his anxiety prevailed, so he hurried back to the insane asylum, then put the sleepy Schiller into the elevator, and returned to his conscious mind unimpeded all the way. The three woke up from their dreams and returned to reality.

After they left, Gray Wu sighed, and also entered the elevator, all the way up to the hospital floor. At this time, two figures were leaning on the railing of the patio and looking down.

Gray fog leaned up and rubbed one of the figures in black suits. DC Schiller touched Gray fog's head and said, "Don't think I didn't hear it just now, did you steal wine again?"

"I don't have it, it's a loss during transportation!"

Schiller shook his head helplessly~www.novelbuddy.com~ He lit a cigar and said to the green-haired figure next to him: "Seriously, we can really convince the 'id' to cooperate with us..."

The green-haired figure let out a series of snickers, but said nothing.

DC Schiller touched the wound on his forehead and said, "Let one patient handle so much work, and it should be reasonable for me to take a little revenge for this extremely immoral behavior, right?"

"But you should have other purposes, right?" The green-haired Schiller turned his head and asked.

DC Schiller snorted and said, "You might think I'm the crazier one, but in fact, he's much crazier than me, the craziest one in the world. Emotions are greed."

"Using suicide to try out a secret that intrigues him is just a routine operation for him, but I have to prepare a little bit of backhand to prevent him from playing us to death."

"so what?"

"I suffered from childhood autism when I was young, witnessed the tragic killing of my parents, and formed an anti-social personality due to psychological trauma, but in the end, through my own efforts, I contributed to this society..."

"This origin story with many protagonist elements superimposed should provide great guarantee for our survival in this world."

"Why are you so sure this can be our origin story?" asked the green-haired Schiller.

Schiller in a black suit took a sip of a cigar and slowly exhaled the smoke. Through the smoke, he looked at the floor below and said:

"It's not the story that matters, it's the people who tell the story."

"When this world is extremely important, there are several existences. They are all chanting this origin story..."

"A story, it's no longer a story."