The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

Chapter 1593: Fishing Day (13)

"What do you think will catch the fish?"

"Hungry? Arrogant? I don't know."

Natasha was still staring closely at the fishing line that disappeared on the water, as if a fish could be seen from that hole. Schiller's fishing line was floating not far from him, and it seemed that the bait was not Heavy, even a little too thin for ice fishing, even a very gentle wind at noon can blow the fishing line to sway the ripples.

"Generally speaking, I wouldn't call a one-night stand as immoral." Natasha tentatively said, "Perhaps in some people's eyes, it only symbolizes debauchery. The crowd does not include me."

"But I think it is necessary to obtain the 'full' consent of the subject before starting this matter."

"Have you told every one of your one-night stands that you're a black widow?"

Natasha was almost roaring in pain. She leaned forward and said to the ice, "They don't need to know! Is this good for our next intimacy?!"

"So you didn't inform them of your danger either."

"That's because I can't..."

"You really can't?"

Natasha remained silent, and it took a long time before she opened her mouth as if looking for a fix: "Most of the time, no, my encounters with those boys are usually only related to romance. If they stay within this range, Then they will be in no danger."

"But someone wants more."

"Men usually want more." Natasha sighed deeply, and said as if remembering something: "After they thought they had conquered my body, they began to explore the possibility of capturing my spirit."

"It's a bit rude, but I can understand it because I'm giving them the illusion of possibility, it's to make them ignore my aggression, otherwise they'll be like a shy quail. Don't dare to do it, Tony Stark is like this."

"He is the smartest smart person in the world. I dare say he noticed something was wrong when he saw me. It was just that he was in a bad state of mind at that time, as if he was looking for death. Maybe he wanted to find a romantic relationship for himself. Some way to die."

"But he backed off anyway."

"No smart person will." Natasha raised her head and glanced into Schiller's eyes, and said, "Especially you smart detectives, I only need to reveal more than 30% of my upper body skin, and you can see I used to kill like hell."

"So those who slept with you and were killed by you because they were stupid."

Very well, the topic is back to the original point, Natasha thought rather painfully, why would she want to persuade a psychiatrist?

"I'm curious why you tried to stop me, but in a reasonable way, you shouldn't use this method often, ma'am."

Natasha looked up at Schiller again and said, "The question is how do I know if I do it another way, you or I or both of us won't get hurt and then make the situation even more out of control?

"You're one of those rare agents who sees the bigger picture."

"If not, I would have disappeared in a flash." Natasha's tone was full of sadness.

Manhattan is still bustling, and the roads are full of traffic. Even with the more advanced transportation facilities such as shuttles, the number of vehicles still has not been reduced. Stark in the co-pilot was taken aback.

"God, haven't you gotten used to the traffic in New York?" Stark took off his sunglasses and said impatiently, "It's useless to honk."

"But it can make me feel better." Strange said blankly: "They will never know how many people will die if they stop an excellent surgeon, and Death will have to give them an award. "

"Are you sure you can find where Schiller used to live?"

"As I said, it is registered in the Presbyterian Church's medical personnel information. I also found his emergency contact number, but the number has been canceled." Strange looked out the car window and said.

Soon, their car drove along the streets of Manhattan into the back alley of an apartment building. After the two got out of the car and walked to the front of the apartment building, Strange took out the authentication card from his suit pocket.

"When I got this information, I called the landlord and he said that there was still someone renewing the lease on the house. I guess that person was Schiller, but he doesn't live here, so I guess he may be in the house. There's something in there."

"Isn't it a little bad for us to go in like this?"

"If you were worried about that, you shouldn't have come with me." Strange said as he walked into the elevator passage, and Stark followed him.

"I'm pretty sure he was drinking when I first met him, and judging from his dilated pupils, he may have been on drugs too, but it's not a professional drug, it might be an overdose of analgesics."

"Unbelievable." Stark shook his head and said.

Soon the elevator came to the designated floor, and Strange stepped out of the elevator without hesitation and strode towards the corridor of the apartment, then looked up to check the number on the door.

"2128...here." Strange shook his head at Stark behind him, and then started to unlock the door.

"Do you remember what Schiller said about the other world?" Stark asked first.

"You mean the world he came from? Maybe there is such a world, but first we have to figure out how he started in our world."

Strange walked into the door and touched the light switch from one side of the wall. After turning on the light, the room was very tidy. It was a very standard Manhattan high-end apartment. As you can imagine, the door directly opposite Floor-to-ceiling windows can see the bustling night scene, which accounts for 80% of the rent value.

Strange stood on the threshold and looked around for a week, then touched the top of the shoe cabinet and said: "There are always people cleaning here, but this apartment building should not be equipped with home cleaning services."

As soon as Stark was about to go in, Strange stopped him, and then took out two pairs of shoe covers and gloves and said: "Although I'm not sure if Schiller is renewing the lease, but whoever it is, we can't swagger broke into his house and made a mess of it."

Stark looked at Strange as if he was a little surprised. Strange put on his shoe covers and said, "Don't stare at me. Although I have no morals, I have the most basic qualities."

After they were armed, they walked into the room. This is a very standard apartment suite, with one bedroom, one living room, one kitchen and one bathroom. The open kitchen and dining room are connected with the living room.

If there is anything that is the most eye-catching in the ordinary modern decoration style living room, it must be the cabinet next to the dining table. Strange strode over without hesitation, and then found that this cabinet is really strange. There were several wine bottles inside.

Wine bottles not wine, the lids are completely gone, the wine is gone, some of the labels on the bottles are still stained with wine, it doesn't look like it should be next to a meal in an apartment of this caliber by any means stuff in the cabinet.

"My God, are you sure Schiller has been cleaning this house?" Stark squinted at the contents of the liquor cabinet and said, "Jack Daniels, are you serious? Oh, this bottle of Chivas Regal It's all right, but not the vintage, since when did Schiller start drinking cheap whiskey?"

Strange opened the sliding door of the wine cabinet, and carefully took out the wine bottles inside with gloved hands. After checking, he found that the combined value of these wines should not exceed five hundred dollars.

The price of drinks in New York is still very expensive. The prices here are ridiculously expensive, and some non-daily necessities are even more expensive. Five hundred dollars sounds like a lot, but it is really nothing when it comes to drinks, let alone So many bottles of wine add up to only a few hundred yuan, which can be called the cheapest of cheap.

In the process of taking out the wine bottle, Strange found a few small medicine bottles in the depths of the wine cabinet. He raised his eyebrows instantly. Passing the bottle to him, he went to another bottle.

"MDMA? Central nervous system stimulants? What is this again? Benzodiazepines?" Stark read out the scientific name on the bottle.

Strange put a few small bottles on the table without looking at them, and said, "To put it simply, drugs, stimulants, sleeping pills, and antidepressants."

Stark stared at the small pill bottle, puzzled, and said, "A drug-addicted insomniac suffering from depression?"

"Now there is a question." Strange knocked on the table and said, "When did Schiller come and in what form?"

"You mean did he bring his body here?" Stark tilted his head, quickly understood what Strange meant, then shook his head and said, "I'm more inclined not to, because Professor X It is said that Schiller's body has extraordinary strength, but it is obvious that his body is normal now, and he has not seen any symptoms of muscle restriction release."

"I checked the time with all the other superheroes who met Schiller in the early days." Strange tapped his fingertips on the table and said, "No one saw him earlier than me, and I saw him the first time." When he was on the sidelines, he was clearly marked by excessive drinking and drug use."

"You're saying a junkie killed himself and Schiller took over his body?" Stark speculated, frowning.

"The question now is, why did the owner of this body take so many drugs at the same time?" Strange picked up a small medicine bottle and said, "Besides, he is also a doctor. Psychiatrists should be more aware of the nature of these drugs. Those that cannot be taken at the same time, especially central nervous system stimulants and diazepam, plus alcohol, will most likely kill him."

"suicide?"

Strange silently stared at the wine and medicine bottles on the table, and then said after a while: "It's hard to have any other possibility, even if it's an addict who has already lost his mind, it won't be possible. After drinking so many bottles of cheap whiskey and looking for anti-valium drugs, it is just too much in line with the practice of a psychiatrist."

"So what happened to this unlucky guy?" Stark touched his chin and said, "Does Nick have his file? What about his resume?"

"I checked, but it's nothing special." Strange shook his head and said, "The records are not very detailed. After all, he was just an ordinary person before that. What can you find in my files? In his I can only find the same thing in my files, most of which only have academic information.”

"I still remember that it seemed that the entire psychology world was his teacher and classmates."

"The field of psychology is not very big."

After Strange finished speaking, he turned and walked towards the bedroom, but this time it was Stark who discovered something.

Stark bent down and dragged out a large box from under the bed. After opening the lid of the box, he let out a gasp.

"Oh, what is this? A picture book?"