When the two returned to the Radiant Alliance's base, the atmosphere became a little different, but from the outside, there was no change, Stark was still focused on picking the target path, and Steve was standing beside him with his arms crossed.

"I guess...... It should be this one. Stark frowned, and Steve didn't know if he had found some pattern or if it was pure intuition, but he still chose to trust Stark.

Flickering again, they found themselves in a clearing, and the two of them made a gesture together, that is, they looked up, and above them, there was an endless number of towers.

At this moment, Stark seemed to be out of strength and could no longer straighten his back, and Steve also covered his face with his hand and said, "It's okay, I know...... I knew it...... He couldn't have ...... so easily."

"Wait." Stark frowned, he raised his head and spun around, then said, "Why is it so quiet here?" What about Schiller? What about them? ”

Steve also recalled the first time he came to the tower, at that time, it could be said that it was crowded with people, and the corridors were full of Schiller coming and going, and at this time, the tower seemed to be a lot quieter, although some figures could still be faintly seen in the high places, but the low corridors were completely empty.

Both Steve and Stark were hesitant, and Professor X had repeatedly reminded them that some of the rooms in the tower were very dangerous, and combined with Schiller's previous abnormal behavior, they felt that Professor X's reminder was justified.

But even so, they had to explore here, and the two of them made their way up the stairs from the ground floor to the first floor, which was now empty, the doors closed, and the hallway dark.

Neither Steve nor Stark had carefully explored the first floor here, and even if they were charged as members to play games, they were all teleported directly to the reception rooms on the upper floors.

The two of them who walked up the stairs found that the tower on the first floor looked a little shabby, the ground was not even a floor, but a concrete floor, the walls looked a little old, even the wall paint was a little peeling, and the rooms were not as dense as the upper floors, and they walked around the corridor of the patio, but they did not see a single room.

At this moment, Stark suddenly heard movement in the corridor in front of him, he quickened his pace and walked over, Steve followed him, the two had just come to the corner of the corridor, and with a "bang", a black shadow was knocked down by them.

The little black figure stood up, rubbed his forehead, and then looked at the two outsiders with wide eyes, his expression very shocked, as if he didn't know why they were here.

It was a juvenile version of Schiller, very young, dressed in very ordinary children's clothes, Stark stared at him for a moment, then crouched down, touched his head and said, "Schiller? What about the other you? ”

Young Schiller blinked and shook his head, and Stark asked, "Is it that you don't know, or can't you say?" ”

Young Schiller shook his head again, Stark asked a series of questions, but young Schiller didn't answer at all, Steve came over, patted Stark on the shoulder, and said, "He doesn't seem to be able to speak." ”

Stark stood up, looked at the back of the young Schiller and frowned, and said, "The good news is that Schiller should still be alive, and the bad news is that there is something special that has happened right now, causing a part of his personality to disappear, and we have to find him." ”

As he spoke, Stark stepped forward to follow the young Schiller, and Steve walked behind him, and the young Schiller didn't seem to care about them following, but slowly walked into the hallway.

Entering the hallway, Stark noticed an anomaly, this hallway was different from the kind of corridor he had seen in the upper floors, it seemed to be a hallway, and it was a very old hallway, with smeared cement floors, peeling and mottled walls, scraped wires and mailboxes, and layers of small advertisements......

Steve stopped in front of the small advertisements with text written on them and said, "This should be Chinese, right?" Do you know what is written on this? ”

"Renting, unlocking, and applying for permits......" Stark translated in English and read it to Steve, who raised his eyebrows in surprise and said, "Chinese you still ?" ”

、I know almost all the languages in the world。 Stark stepped past the clutter in the hallway and continued to follow the young Schiller.

The hallway, though shabby, was neat and tidy, so they soon reached the only door, which was different from the other they had seen, a dark blue iron door with block-shaped locks and keyholes.

Young Schiller took some difficulty to open the door with the key, opened the door and walked in, changing his shoes next to the shoe cabinet at the entrance.

After changing his slippers, he walked into the room, where Steve and Stark stood outside the door, surveying the room.

"This should be an ordinary residential building in China." Stark judged: "I have Chinese employees in my company, and in the photos left by their parents, this is the layout of the house. ”

"They've got a big living room, the kitchen on the other side, and they've got to have a door with flowers carved into the frosted glass door, and the word Fu on the bedroom door......" Stark said, pointing to the inside of the room, and Steve had already started to change his shoes.

After opening the shoe cabinet, he looked at the shoes inside, and said, "This should be a family of three, the shoes of the man and the hostess, and the children's ......."

"This should be Schiller's childhood memory." Stark also changed into men's slippers, and the two of them walked into the house together to find young Schiller sitting on the couch watching TV.

"Isn't it okay for us to rummage around other people's houses?" Steve said a little hesitantly, but Stark said very firmly: "Special circumstances, special treatment, we want to save Schiller, so it's nothing to find some information here." ”

Steve finally nodded, and they split up and began to search the house for clues.

Stark, who searched in the living room, was the first to see the photo frame on the TV cabinet, which was a golden photo frame with a European pattern on it, Stark picked up the photo frame and saw that it was a photo of a family of three, and standing between the parents was the young Schiller.

This photo was taken with a full-body photo, so he couldn't see his face clearly, Stark put the photo down and began to rummage through the books on the shelves, and at this time, Steve's call came from the master bedroom:

"Tony, come on, look here!"

Stark walked in quickly and saw Steve holding a photo album, they opened the album, most of them were photos of a family of three, Stark commented: "Very ordinary, very happy family, it seems that Schiller's childhood is not bad." ”

And suddenly, Steve's fingers as he flipped through the album stopped, and Stark looked at the photo, which was a man holding a baby, and Steve frowned, and said, "No, his father is not ordinary." ”

"Why? Where did you see that? Stark asked.

Steve pointed his fingertips at the hand closest to the camera in the photo and said, "Look here, gun cocoon." ”

"His father may have been a soldier or a secret agent, and he was the kind who fought all year round." Steve judged with his vast experience.

He flipped back a few more pages of the album, stared at the details in the photo, and said, "His mother is not very ordinary, judging from the muscles, she has a very low body fat percentage, and she is obviously professionally trained......"

"Probably his parents are soldiers." Stark shrugged, unconcerned, and began to look for other clues.

Pulling open the drawers and flipping through the shelves, there were all kinds of books inside, and there was no direction, and just as Stark took out a thick history book, a few pieces of paper fell inside.

Stark picked up the pieces of paper, unfolded them, and said with some confusion: "Sensory integration training? ”

Steve leaned over, Stark pointed to the ones and said, "This is a record of sensory integration training, sensory integration training is generally for children, look here, it is written here, sensory integration disorder, the reason is...... Autism? Is Schiller autistic? ”

"It wasn't unexpected, and I remember him seemingly mentioning that he had scholarly autism." Stark said, touching his chin.

He flipped through the records again, and at the end, he said: "According to the records here, in the later stages of sensory integration training, the subject's physical coordination has improved significantly, and he has a preliminary language ability, and the language ability is improving rapidly......"

Stark turned the paper over to the back of a ballpoint pen and read, "July 24th, be able to call out your name to a toy...... On August 19th, you can read a fairy tale...... On December 2, I consciously called my parents for the first time...... On April 6th, I can clearly express which storybook I want......"

Steve said with some emotion: "It seems that Schiller's parents love him very much, work hard to treat him, and write down the process of learning him to speak." ”

"Wait......" Stark frowned, looking at the notes and said, "As of April, he has been able to clearly express which storybook he wants, so the language ability of ordinary children is no different from before, but ......"

Stark turned his head to look at the living room, he put down the papers, walked out quickly, squatted in front of the young Schiller, he began to ask the young Schiller some questions, through words and body movements to arouse his interest, but the young Schiller just looked at him, but did not speak.

After a while, Stark stood up and said to Steve, who came by, "He really can't speak, he can understand what I'm doing, but he just doesn't say anything......"

The treatment should have been successful, so why does this child, who showed Schiller's childhood memories, still can't speak? ”

Stark turned around, picked up the photo of the family of three again, and began to observe.

At this moment, the light outside the window began to dim, and Stark realized that this room was also divided into days and nights.

Young Schiller, who was sitting on the couch watching TV, suddenly stood up, Stark and Steve's eyes chased him, watching him walk into the bedroom, Stark shrugged his shoulders and followed young Schiller to the bedroom door, and said, "It seems that he has been used to going to bed early since he was a child." ”

"Okay, sleep, kid, we can look elsewhere for clues......"

Just as Stark turned to leave the bedroom, he saw that the young Schiller, who wanted to sleep, did not go to the bed in his room, but went into the closet.

Open the cabinet door, climb up to a lattice about as tall as his, curl up with his legs crossed, and close the door.

Stark saw that in the gap between the two cabinet doors, the eyes of the young Schiller staring at him were just visible.