After the superego said this, Schiller did not feel very surprised, after all, there are very few outsiders in this tower, and the clown infected by the clown virus is counted as one, and the system that suddenly appeared at the beginning is naturally counted as one.

After taking his eyes off the corpse of Schiller lying on the table in front of him, he did not fall back to the face of the superego, but looked at the chair behind the table.

It wasn't a very comfortable chair, not even an ordinary chair, it was a 20th-century metal fixed chair used in torture chambers, with locks all over the place.

The whole room, except for a small dimly lit light bulb hanging from the top, did not have any windows, Schiller did not need to look to know that the door behind him was tightly closed, and more importantly, the smile of the superego at this time was not very friendly.

"If you're going to entertain me, you don't need such strict measures." Schiller shook his head and said, "We are alone, and if it is good for me, I will not run away."

"But it's not meant to keep you from escaping." The superego tapped the table with his fingertips again, looked at Schiller, Schiller paused, but his face remained unchanged, he walked over and sat down, and when he saw the superego fiddling with the lock next to his left arm, he said, "You don't think I have any psychological burden on the type of food?"

"I guessed wrong again." The superego commented, and then he went on to explain, "This is to prevent certain overly violent personalities from getting excited in the middle."

After saying that, Superego glanced back at Schiller's corpse on the hospital bed, Schiller followed his gaze, he instinctively began to observe the condition of the corpse, from the appearance, this corpse was wearing an ordinary shirt and suit pants, and the wounds of the missing limbs were very flat, which should have been finely cut.

When this conclusion first appeared in Schiller's mind, alas, he suddenly rejected his own idea, because he found that there were some special marks on the wound of his arm that should not have appeared, which made Schiller feel very uncomfortable.

He frowned, and said with some disgust, "What the hell are you doing? No, stop your movements, take the plate away, I'm not going to eat this thing, you're making it so ugly, oh my God, I'm having a little bit of trouble breathing......

Schiller's breathing really became a little rapid, even worse than when he had not been able to fuse well, Superego pursed his lips, walked around the back of the chair, fastened the lock on the wrist of Schiller's right hand, and said, "Look, that's why I'm going to fix you, that wound didn't come from me."

The superego leaned down and pulled the buckle around the back of the chair and said, "Do you remember when we were in a bit of trouble and I let the sick out?"

Schiller tilted his head to the side, trying not to look at the wound that had gone wrong, he nodded absentmindedly, and the superego continued, "Before he left, I was worried that his soul was not strong enough, so I invited him here to see him off with a sumptuous feast."

"But you know, that guy is always too excited in the face of this kind of scene, I helped him cut the food, and left, thinking that he would honestly sit there and eat, but I didn't expect that he was not satisfied with the food on the plate at all......" Superme shook his head and said helplessly, "Do you think that the missing piece on the right side of the wound looks like a tooth mark?" ….

"Damn it!" Schiller scolded, he suddenly became very irritable, began to struggle, superego gently patted him on the shoulder, so, Schiller calmed down, but he was still panting, and said in a low tone:

"It made me feel very bad, he did something outrageous and irreparable, I think, I should get out of here now and find some medicine to eat, I'm really very uncomfortable......

Schiller always seemed more straightforward when facing his alter ego, and Superego shook his head and said, "I advise you to finish eating and go up again, your fusion has just been completed, and it is the time when you need to replenish your strength, and you should also think that Batman is no longer so easy to deal with."

"He doesn't matter at all, if it weren't for that curse, I wouldn't bother to care about him." Schiller's face turned a little pale again, and he pursed his lips and hung his head to the side, not at all

Then heed the superego's act of holding him to the chair with a lock.

The superego reached out and pressed Schiller's neck, pulled him back so that his back rested completely on the back of the chair, and then fixed his neck with the lock around his neck, and said, "When that little guy from the asylum came here, he refused to take off his mask, and when I did it, he almost bit him."

"Of course." Schiller still hung his head, but because the lock was on his neck, he couldn't lean forward, so he could only bow his head slightly, look at the ground and say, "I've said it all, guilt, it's a good knife."

"We should all remember that during the hospitalization, at the beginning, no one noticed that the amount of medicine I was given was not enough, which caused me to become ill, completely out of control, and bit the nurse who had been taking care of me, she was just an ordinary person, and she almost died."

The superego then said, "That little guy is the product of that trauma, so he has been reluctant to take off his mask since he was born."

"However, he has been much better lately, because he has found that the hippopotamus goddess is serious about introducing her daughter to him, and even Khonsu has this meaning, and they all want the Egyptian gods to have a son-in-law who is good enough to fight...... He's been hiding in his hospital room lately."

The superego smiled, set the plates on the table, and then walked to the bedside and began to prepare the food, while Schiller, who had fallen back into a state of anxiety, spoke quickly, albeit in a weak tone:

"No, don't cut like that, follow the muscles and go to the ...... yes, yes, right there...... No, the knife is too deep, oh my God, you messed up everything, throw that piece of meat away, I won't eat it!"

"No, I don't want that part, I'm different from Hannibal, I don't eat offal, that thing is fishy, you better leave it to the gluttonous guy who doesn't pick on it......

"Don't have facial muscles, the fat content is too low, it doesn't taste good, the neck meat is good, but the way you deal with it is very problematic...... You put it in the frying pan, you're crazy, hurry up and throw it out!"

"I have to say, you have a very good way of chopping vegetables, did you learn from Batman? The way you put the meat in the baking tray reminds me of some vegans, I mean, not bad......

"Bell!"

The superego knocked the edge of the baking tray with a shovel, rolled his eyelids up, looked at Schiller from above his eyes, and Schiller looked at him without showing any weakness, and then the superego lowered his eyes again and said, "If you don't shut up, I'll cut off the flesh from the wound you hate the most." ….

"I just said, this chair is there to prevent me from escaping, right?"

After Schiller had said this, he stopped talking until the superego had prepared all the food, then stood at the table, cut it into complete squares with a knife, stacked it neatly on the plate, and then forked the food with the two teeth in the center of the four-toothed fork and brought it to Schiller's mouth.

Schiller shook his head and said, "Don't think I didn't see it, you have turned this piece of meat one less time, hurry up and get it away."

Superego took a deep breath, gave a smirk, put the fork and knife down, and walked out of the room.

After a while, he brought a piece of black cloth, folded it in half and in half along the diagonal, folded the square cloth into strips, and put it over Schiller's eyes, tying a dead knot behind his head.

"Do you think that works? Do you think I can't taste it?" Schiller didn't show any weakness, and the superego fed him another piece of meat, and Schiller ate it and chewed it, and then said, "This is not the one just now, it should be the lower part of the brachioradialis muscle, and besides, the heat is good......

The chair was very well fixed, the neck, shoulders, arms, wrists, upper abdomen, lower abdomen, thighs, calves, ankles, all had locks, so Schiller couldn't move at all, he wanted to make a relaxed posture, but he still looked a little stiff because his back was too tight against the back of the chair.

So, he could only pretend to be relaxed and say, "This proves that you are a good cook, and I think now we can get to the point...... I mean, the system."

"You can go on and say something about my cooking, I don't care." Superego said as he handled a plate of food.

Schiller stopped speaking, and he ate another piece of meat that the superego had fed him, and after the first chew, he said, "With a little tendon, it tastes good, but the heat is not good."

The movement in Superego's hand paused, but he still spoke, "Since you were the first to wake up when we landed, didn't you notice something unusual?"

"Just because I woke up first doesn't mean I was conscious, because our souls weren't fully accustomed to the body and couldn't mobilize our brains to think, so we couldn't detect anything abnormal."

"But ......," Schiller said, "I can make inferences based on what I saw at that time, first and foremost, that the system landed before we did."

"Or rather, the system is not bound to our souls to come here, but remains in the original body, waiting for our arrival, I guess, you who were the only conscious at that time, should have discovered this before me."

As the superego handles the food on the plate, it says, "Indeed, at that time, you were not conscious, so you did not notice that when we came into this world, we went through a long buffer, and after the buffer ended, the tower fell."

"When the tower fell from mid-air, there was only one person on a barren and blank land, and that was him, the system, or Schiller."

"You think he's the original Schiller?" Schiller asked, "I mean the real Schiller, not us outsiders." ….

The superego shook his head, and although Schiller was completely indistinguishable from his movements, his negative attitude could be heard in the intervals between his words.

"I'm pretty sure that he's not a soul, he doesn't have any consciousness, in short, it's completely different from us, if I have to say, it's just a force, a force so great that we can't even imagine."

Under the strip of cloth covering his eyes, Schiller frowned, and if it can be called unimaginably large by the superego, it means that this so-called system must have a lot of origin.

Without him, at the beginning, Marvel Schiller carried out a series of operations in Marvel, just wave after wave of member gifts, providing countless magical energy for their souls, but the superego never cared, whenever there was power in the account, he would just calmly let Marvel Schiller send this power into the warehouse.

The warehouse in the Thinking Tower is very ordinary, and there is no security in place, let alone hiding, which means that the superego doesn't care if it has a personality and secretly uses this energy.

It's not impossible for this to happen, after all, there are a lot of personality fragments representing negative traits in the Thinking Tower, and they all steal, but they don't want to do anything with what they steal, it's just their nature.

In the eyes of any person in any world, the energy obtained by Schiller can be called a vast sea, and Schiller knows very well that even Barbatos cannot turn a blind eye to the amount of energy that Marvel Schiller gets, but the superego has never cared.

However, the superego attaches great importance to the system Schiller lying on the hospital bed, and even sets up the room where he is stored at the end of the madhouse for Moonlight Schiller to guard, which shows that this power is so great that the superego cannot afford to lose it.

And then Schiller thought of something else, and the superego said as if he had a heart to heart, "Yes, these defensive measures I have taken are not to guard against you, but to guard against greed."

"If Greed knew about the existence of this room, he wouldn't give you even a single hair left."

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