The next day, when he got up in the morning, Schiller had just sat up from his bed when he was confused and shouted, "Pikachu! Pikachu! Are you practicing your damn electric guitar again?! Stop!"

Pikachu, holding a half-eaten apple, jumped up on Schiller's bedside table, looked at him and said, "What are you talking about? I haven't practiced since the last time I was blown three meters away by a guitar string."

"What's so deafening about that?? My rock 'n' roll dream??! Schiller's eyes wrinkled vigorously, he covered his head and said, "God, I thought you got into my brain, otherwise, why would my head hurt so much? Gray Mist! Gray Mist! What are you doing?"

There was a gurgling sound from the gray mist, judging from his expression, he should have just woken up from a hangover, and now it was a little difficult to control himself, and he had done his best, and there was no way to solve the after-effects of the hangover for his master.

Schiller struggled to sit up straight, put his hands on the soft quilt, then stretched out a hand, rubbed his eyes vigorously, and said, "I just said that drinking is not a good habit......

Pikachu "Kacha" took a bite of the apple, and while encouraging his cheeks to chew, he said, "Last night, when you came back, it was almost three o'clock in the morning, turning into a cloud of mist, floating in the middle of the room, I asked you why you didn't go to bed quickly, and you said you were going to sleep here......

"You can sleep, halfway through your sleep, you float to the ceiling, and the gray mist seeps up from the ceiling, causing smoke to smoke from the upstairs floor, and the patient is almost scared crazy......

"The supervisor led the nurse sister upstairs to disinfect, if I hadn't pulled you back quickly, you would still be in the vacuum cleaner by now!"

"Say no more." Schiller covered his face with his hands and said, "I don't drink anymore, it's all to blame on those damn rotten people, how can they drink so much?"

With that, he turned his head to look at Pikachu again, who put the apple down, shook his lightning-shaped tail, jumped on Schiller's quilt, and rubbed his cheek with his little short hand.

"Do you want some pick-me-up?" After Pikachu asked, he flicked his tail vigorously, and with a "zila" sound, lightning erupted.

Dozens of seconds later, Schiller exhaled a puff of cigarette, brushed his messy hair, and said, "Thank you, much better."

He lifted the quilt and stepped out of bed, coughing lightly twice, by this time, Ultron was already waiting outside the door, and the robot butler wiped the table with the towel on his arm, and then placed the beef shasuka, garlic butter baguette and a glass of orange juice on the table.

Schiller sat down at the table, picked up his knife and fork, smeared the uncooked egg wash on the baguette, and was about to put it in his mouth when he heard a "buzzing" vibration sound coming from the window.

Schiller almost bit his tongue, he put down the knife and fork in his hand, looked out the window, frowned and asked, "What is this sound?" How does it sound a bit like something going on in renovation? Are there any plans for the renovation of the nursing home recently?"

"No, sir." Ultron replied, his tone more aloof and mechanical than Jarvis's, but equally accurate: "The voice you just heard came from a hundred and twenty meters behind the sanitarium." ….

"The station for the interbank train is under construction and is expected to be completed in a week, and I have checked all the building and construction noise related ordinances in New York, and conducted noise monitoring throughout the day, and I have found no irregularities in this project."

Schiller sighed and said, "Aren't Stark Industries' products all modular? Isn't it enough to assemble on the floor? Why do you still want to build?"

"According to the construction schedule sent to me by Jarvis, the main components of the train station have been assembled, but due to the need to connect with the ground and achieve a certain degree of disaster resistance, the foundation and frame construction are still using traditional methods to ensure the stability of the building......

As he spoke, there was another "click" of vibrations, and Schiller didn't have to look at it to know that the foundation must be being excavated, and he put his hand on his forehead and said, "In other words, it will take another week for me to get rid of this terrible noise......

"Yes, sir, but they will only be on weekdays for 8 hours during the day

The whole process is completed by intelligent construction machinery, which has no impact on the operation of the nursing home......

"Did any patients report that the noise affected their recovery?" Schiller asked.

"Not yet, sir, but a patient in one of the wards this morning said that the air purification system in the nursing home was not working, and last night, he found that there was a very thick fog in his room, and suggested that we install a whole house fresh air system......

Schiller waved his hand and said, "Ignore him, he didn't take his medicine and was hallucinating......

Then, Schiller asked Grey Mist, "Can you help me block out the sound of the renovation?"

There was a sense of consciousness from the Gray Mist Misty Lake, to the effect that he could do it, but it was estimated to be useless.

Schiller didn't understand what he meant at first, but later, he realized that the gray fog did block his hearing, so that he could not hear the construction noise, but because the site was too close to the sanatorium, and the ground was constantly being broken, there was no way to shield the tremors in the air.

The ears are just the receivers of sound, blocking the sense of hearing, it does not mean that the body can not feel the vibration, Schiller wants to turn into a fog, directly block the vibration, and is worried that the patient upstairs will hallucinate again, so he can only start to think about moving out of here.

Schiller's bedroom was at the back of the nursing home, close to the construction site, and if he moved to the front, it would be farther away, but closer to a driveway from town.

The sanatorium covers a large area, and there are many buildings in the middle, but because it is quiet and the scenery is good, many wealthy people in New York will choose to book a long-term room here, regularly check their psychological and mental state, and those who are not bad will be in the best ward.

Schiller could have breached the contract and kicked them out, but seeing the sky-high medical bills that this group of old men were willing to pay for this room, he suddenly felt that his head no longer hurt, his legs were not sore, and he could even bear the noise.

After thinking about it, Schiller decided that he still had a small clinic in Hell's Kitchen anyway, so he might as well move there for a transition first.

Hell's Kitchen is not much quieter than here, but the location of the small clinic is better, it is not in the bustling neighborhood, and because the owner of the clinic is well-known, basically no one dares to make trouble here without opening their eyes. ….

As soon as he wanted, Schiller asked Ultron to pack his luggage, and he dragged his suitcase in one hand and Pikachu in the other, and moved from the luxurious and spacious nursing home back to the small clinic in Hell's Kitchen.

On the first night of moving back, Schiller thought he would get a good night's sleep, but just as he was about to pull the clinic's roller shutter door down, a hand stopped him, and Schiller turned his head to find that it was Matt.

Instead of wearing his uniform or the suit that lawyers usually wear, Matt Daredevil wore a tracksuit, carrying a box with cherry blossoms in one hand and a dozen cold beers in the other.

"What's wrong? Matt?" Schiller asked, a little puzzled.

"It's nothing, Erica went to Japan and brought back the cherry blossoms and sashimi that are the specialties there, I bought some beer and we can talk." Matt smiled, lifted the box in his hand and said.

But Schiller noticed that his smile was a little forced, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes showed that he had not rested very well in the past few days, so Schiller stopped closing the door, lifted the shutter door again, and said, "Come in."

Putting the box down and opening the beer, Schiller brought two small plates, poured the sashimi soy sauce, and put the wasabi puree on another plate.

When you open the box and take down the top layer of cherry blossoms, the remaining two layers are sashimi with cold smoke, such as arctic shellfish, tuna, and large horse mackerel, all of which are popular types of sashimi in Japan.

Matt took out the sashimi and said, "Erica went back this time to settle her personal vendetta, you know, she was brainwashed by the Hand to become a killer before, and almost made a big mistake, after she woke up, she felt very angry and always wanted revenge."

"During the time you explored the universe, the two of us were not idle, and we found Sticksuo, who thinks that Elle is now

Ka is already firm and pure enough, and as a result, we have been honing our martial arts for the past few years, and we have each improved a lot."

"S.H.I.E.L.D. is optimistic about Erica's skills and hopes that she can solve some problems for S.H.I.E.L.D., and Erica made a deal with them, so she also got a lot of help from them and got some pretty advanced equipment."

"So, a few months ago, Erica, who was ready, returned to Japan and slashed the members of the Hand who had brainwashed her before, and although she couldn't uproot them, it was a solution to her mind."

Schiller opened the bottle of beer, and the moment he smelled the wine, he felt a little dizzy, so he put down the beer can, twisted a piece of sashimi with a fast knife, put it on a plate, put the wasabi puree in the center of the sashimi, folded the sashimi in half, dipped it in soy sauce, and put it in his mouth.

The sweet and oily taste greatly stimulates the taste buds, and at this time, how can there be no mellow and bitter cold beer? Schiller took a sip of his beer and let out a heartfelt admiration.

Matt praised: "I can't see it, you are quite an expert, not only can you use fast seeds, but you also know how to season them, and some people like to mix wasabi sauce and soy sauce together, so that the more you eat it, the saltier it will become...... "....

After saying that, he twisted out two slices of ginger from the side of the sashimi box, combined with shredded white radish, and put a slice of arctic mussel into his mouth, and then took a sip of beer, and the two touched the beer can and chatted again.

"Then this should be considered a good thing, Erica can still bring back so many specialties for you, it means that things are going well, and you should be happy for her......

"Who's to say it's not?" Matt smiled and said, "The night Erica came back, we went to find a high-end restaurant and indulged in consumption, but we didn't expect to go to S.H.I.E.L.D. for reimbursement the next day, we were all very happy......

"But soon......" Sadness crept up Matt's face, he pursed his lips, and said with some hesitation, "Schiller, I really think of you as a friend, so I told you this, and you must not tell anyone......

"Don't worry, I'm a professional psychiatrist, I won't divulge secrets, you say, what's wrong?"

Matt sighed deeply and said, "Well, that night, we were in the right mood, so we talked about the future, we planned to buy a house in New York first, and then get married, of course, it's ......all simple."

"My salary is relatively high, Erica also got a job in S.H.I.E.L.D., if you want a mortgage, the car and house are not a problem, and marriage is expected, we met during college, and now it's been many years, it's time to stabilize."

"But the only place where we disagree is the issue of children." Matt touched his eyes and said, "Erica thinks that we should have a child as soon as we get married, but I don't want to do that."

"Although the Hand Club and Kim have been a lot more honest recently, they are still in crisis, and after the child is born, let's not talk about whether they can have the energy to educate him well, and even the most basic safety cannot be guaranteed......

"If something happens, we'll all regret it for the rest of our lives."

lq.

Catch the herd and burn the rope