Days as a Spiritual Mentor in American Comics

Chapter 3917 - 3034: The Shade of Green Trees is Dense and the Summer Days are Long (32)

Chapter 3917 - 3034: The Shade of Green Trees is Dense and the Summer Days are Long (32)

Shiller sat on the bed in his dark and chilly cell, holding a black umbrella in his hand. He didn't

The words Shiller had said to Wanda were meant to provoke her to seek out the truth. To an ordinary person, the security measures here might seem tight, but to the Scarlet Witch, it was all a piece of cake—there was nowhere she couldn't go.

Even though Shiller also had no idea what these people were hiding here, he could imagine that it was something utterly mind-polluting.

Wanda must have been furious. She might just erase them all from existence and blow this wretched place sky-high—that would be best.

Then everything would be settled once and for all, and Shiller wouldn't need to run around in the scorching heat anymore—he could go home and enjoy the air conditioning in peace.

However, Shiller sat there waiting and waiting but saw no action. He noticed a flash of red light, but there were no screams, no buildings collapsing, and it seemed like no one had vanished.

What was going on? Could the Scarlet Witch have changed her nature?

Shiller waited a good while, and when nothing happened, he sighed internally. These Marvel folks were unreliable; none of them followed the script! In the end, he'd have to take matters into his own hands!

"Do you want to take revenge for your sister?" Shiller suddenly asked.

Miss Richie next door immediately fell silent. After a while, she finally said, "Did you know? My mom has mental issues. She went completely mad when I was about five, and my dad died in a mob shootout. My sister practically raised me; otherwise, I wouldn't be so obsessed with uncovering the truth."

"Believe it or not, I'm determined to avenge her," Miss Richie said with a tone of sorrow and anger, "but I can't even lay eyes on that damn man—I know it was he who, in collusion with others, slandered me as a mental patient... "

Miss Richie went round and round with the same story, making Shiller think that she probably suffered from anxiety and compulsive behaviors, but that actually wasn't important.

Shiller could feel that she was one of those rare individuals who never despaired—stubborn might be a less flattering way to say it, but she was someone with an iron-willed determination.

"I can help you get out, and I might even find someone to assist you, but you have to promise me one thing."

"What is that?"

"Before that, let me ask you a question, how do you plan to take revenge?"

"Of course, I'm going to kill that bastard!"

"Is that all?"

"What else?"

"Did you ever see your sister's body?"

"No, they didn't let me see it at all," said Miss Richie, her tone laced with sadness. "I don't believe she died of an allergy. I asked for a forensic re-examination, but nobody would listen to me."

"Where is her body buried?"

"I don't know; no one would tell me."

"Can you find something your sister left behind? Something she always kept with her would be best."

"Of course, I have her favorite stuffed teddy bear. She used to sleep with it all the time when she was little. It's just a pity that after she got married, that scoundrel wouldn't let her take it, so it stayed at our home."

"Good, after you leave, take this toy to Arkham Asylum and find Doctor Brand—he'll know what to do."

"What are you planning?"

Shiller was silent, and Miss Richie, tapping on the wall panels, said, "Don't be silent; don't treat me like a madwoman."

"I'm just worried you'll think I'm the mad one."

"I won't. Even if you end up not being able to help me, I'm already grateful that you're willing to talk to me like I'm a normal person. It's been a long time since I've had a normal conversation."

Shiller could sense that Miss Richie's mental state was indeed a bit abnormal. She displayed clear signs of excitement, spoke quickly, and her speech was unclear. Her trembling voice also hinted at emotional distress.

Shiller suspected that she might indeed have an inherited mental illness, though not yet manifested, which is probably why Williams was initially willing to allow him to meet her. No regular psychiatrist would rule out the possibility that she was mentally ill.

"Brand will conduct a séance for your sister."

"A séance?!"

"Yes, don't you want to know the real cause of your sister's death?"

"I... "

"If you don't know, how can you understand the pain she suffered before she died, or talk about avenging the murder?"

"...Okay, I'll do it," said Miss Richie through clenched teeth. "How am I supposed to leave this place now?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she felt something stretching out from the bars next door. Miss Richie hurried over to the railing to look down and saw a black umbrella.

"Take this umbrella with you, and go, Miss."