Eddie nodded, then turned his gaze to the bomb he was holding in his arms, and he pointed to it with his cigarette and said:

"So, you're going to make them pay something?"

Bob also looked down at the bomb in his arms, pursed his lips and said, "Can't you?" Anyway, my daughter and I won't survive anymore, and they will have to pay for their actions......"

"With all due respect, you're brave, but stupid." Eddie squinted his eyes and said, "If you do this, you can't hurt Stark, you can only hurt yourself." ”

Bob looked a little unconvinced, he held his breath and said: "As far as I know, many unemployed public transport workers are protesting and demonstrating, and many people are causing bombings......"

"I'm sure if that damn shuttle falls a few more, people will know that it's still the safest bus!"

"Tony Stark, that goddamn playboy, earned money that should have been mine, and I have to get it back!"

Eddie shook his head and said, "What we're going to discuss now is not what method you use to make Stark pay, but what method you use to save yourself, not including being so excited when you're holding a bomb, aren't you afraid of accidentally hitting the switch?" ”

Bob was like being splashed with a basin of ice water, he suddenly threw away the leather bag in his arms with some horror, and said with some trembling, "I ...... I'm not...... Oh my God, how could I make a bomb? I ......"

Bob sniffled and said, "My dad used to be an engineer, and I've seen him tinker with this, so I will, but that was a long time ago, and I don't know how I remembered it......"

"Passion kills." Schiller suddenly said in a loud voice: "Emotional stimulation, hyperactivity, increased blood pressure, and rapid respiratory rate will cause blood to rush to the brain, prompting people to recall forgotten knowledge, which belongs to the typical type of ordinary people who kill with passion, and the sudden increase in ability and knowledge......"

And when Eddie and Bob looked at each other, Schiller hung his head again, as if asleep, and after a while, he got up again, and said, "What's the matter?" ”

Bob was taken aback by him, and Eddie hurriedly reassured: "Ignore him, this friend of mine is not in a good state of mind, I originally took him out to relax...... Oh, by the way, you said that your daughter has epilepsy, and I was going to go to my friend's mental health clinic to get something, and maybe there would be medicine there. ”

Bob's eyes immediately widened and he said, "Psychiatric clinic? This friend of yours is a psychiatrist?? Then how could he still ......?"

"A healer cannot heal himself." Eddie shrugged his shoulders, stood up first, pulled Bob up, and said, "I remember, someone told me that Schiller's psychiatric clinic has a lot of medicine, but I'm not a doctor, and he's not in a good state right now, can you recognize the medicine your daughter is taking?" ”

"Absolutely!" Bob jumped up from the ground and said, "It would be great if that was the case, after all, there is no prescription, I have nowhere to buy medicine, and those black clinics are unreliable......"

Eddie led Bob and Schiller to the psychiatric clinic and said, "You have to make sure you know the right dosage......

"Don't worry, my daughter has been suffering from this disease for a long time, and I am almost half a doctor after a long illness."

After a while, the three of them came to the door of Schiller's mental clinic, Schiller's mental state was okay when he left, so the door was locked, but unfortunately as his mental condition deteriorated, he lost the key, but this couldn't stop Eddie.

Bob was about to step forward and say that he would pick the lock, but Eddie stretched out his arm and waved it back, and Bob immediately covered his mouth and took a few steps back.

Venom appeared, and I wanted to use violence to lift the roller shutter directly, but after thinking about it, I still let the slime enter the lock hole and pry the lock open.

After entering the clinic, it was a mess, and Eddie didn't have time to clean it up, so he asked Venom directly in his head: "Where is the place where Peter told you that Schiller stocked up on medicine?" ”

"In the basement, there are refrigerated cabinets, and some drugs need to be refrigerated, but there are some addictive drugs there, which are dangerous, so ......"

Eddie didn't continue to listen to Venom, he waved directly at Bob and said, "The medicine is in the basement, you can find it yourself." ”

With that, he went upstairs to pack Schiller's luggage, and Bob felt a little flattered, and he said, "I'm just going to go in and rummage around, isn't it?" If this doctor comes to his senses, he will be angry, right? ”

Schiller stood by the door, looked at his fingers, and said nothing, Bob hesitated, and finally walked down.

There are indeed a variety of medicines underneath, most of which Bob doesn't know, but he did find epilepsy medication, and the drugs are still very complete, Bob didn't care too much, took out all the explosives in his leather bag, and then stuffed the pill box.

Eddie also took Schiller and separated from Bob at the door of the clinic, Bob was in a hurry to go home to deliver medicine to his daughter, so Eddie took out a business card of his own, which he wrote last night, he said: "This has my phone number and address, if you need help, just call this number, of course, if you are willing to talk to me, a former gold medal reporter, about your story, I would also be happy to listen......"

Bob was so moved that he took his business card in his arms, hugged Eddie, and turned away.

But unexpectedly, as soon as Eddie and Schiller returned to Eddie's residence, his phone rang, and Bob's anxious voice came from the other side, he said: "Uh, that, Mr. Bullock, I'm sorry to bother you so soon, but I have a colleague who committed suicide, and I rescued him, but he is not doing well now, and I don't know how to comfort him, can you come over for a moment?" Or, does your doctor friend know what to do? ”

Eddie took the phone and glanced back at Schiller, and then at his watch, after more than a day of getting along, he had figured out the time period when Schiller returned to normal, basically at meal time, he was able to stay awake for about an hour.

However, Eddie's own routine is not too healthy, and all the meal times have been postponed by about two hours, such as breakfast at 9:30, lunch at 2 pm, and then supper.

Eddie speculated that these time periods probably corresponded to the time period of the course Schiller received therapy as a child, that is, starting classes at 9 a.m., finishing naps at 2 p.m., getting up to class, and going to bed at night.

This routine may have been engraved in Schiller's subconscious, and even when he was ill, he would be more awake during the lessons, that is, when he had time to communicate with the teacher or doctor.

Eddie counted the time and felt that it should be just in time for Schiller to wake up in the morning, so he put down his luggage and took Schiller to the street that Bob had said.

Once there, Eddie was a little surprised to learn that the house Bob rented was closer to Hell's Kitchen than the one he rented.

It was a narrow, dimly lit alley with a row of low, low-slung bungalows.

Eddie walked in, knocked on the innermost door, and as soon as he stepped in, he looked at Bob and said, "Dude, you're so bold!" How dare you rent a house here, what gives you such courage? ”

Bob sighed and said, "I was lied to...... But luckily, my colleague Broad is an aboriginal here, and he helped me a lot, but ......"

Bob shook his head, pointed inside, and said, "My daughter lives in the back room, and when I first came back, I heard her crying, and I asked her what she was crying about, and she said she smelled a strange smell, and I walked into this room and saw that Broad wanted to burn charcoal to kill herself." ”

"Fortunately, I came in quickly, and quickly opened the doors and windows to ventilate, at that time, he was already a little unconscious, but he woke up soon."

Bob pursed his lips and said, "But after waking up, he was in a very bad mood and wanted to cut his wrists, I heard that your friend is a psychiatrist, can you find a way to enlighten him?" He also has a son who is in college. ”

Eddie looked inside, and in the somewhat cramped bungalow room, a bearded man was slumped in the corner, quite strong, but very sluggish, and still holding a wine bottle in his hand.

Faced with this situation, Eddie, a layman who has not yet started to teach himself, is completely helpless.

He knows that he should first ask the cause, then find the cause, and then enlighten step by step, but the tutorial he sees on the Internet is one thing, and the actual operation is another.

When asking why, how can you make sure that you don't irritate the patient? How can you make sure you find the key when looking for the cause? And if you find the wrong one, won't the subsequent deductions be all wrong?

Eddie turned his head and looked at Schiller, who was standing behind him, but instead of stepping forward, Schiller began to shrink back.

Schiller walked straight out of the door of the bungalow, turned and wanted to leave, but as if he didn't know the way, he stopped in the corner and crouched against the wall.

Eddie sighed, he thought, he had never encountered such a ridiculous thing in his life, if he wanted to be treated by a psychiatrist, he had to cure the psychiatrist first, this life was really more exciting than him being the editor-in-chief, I don't know how many times.

Eddie had to crouch down next to Schiller again, a very typical liberal arts student, and therefore more sensitive to certain issues than a science student who was accustomed to thinking logically about cause and effect.

"Judging from your importance, if you have disappeared for so long, Stark and they have not come to you, it means that there may be some contradictions between you, you don't want to pay attention to them, and they don't want to pay attention to you."

"And from your current mental state, you can see that you should value your friends very much, it may be that some of your quarrels have stimulated you, or it may be that the emotional pressure in the Cold War situation has made you collapse."

"But I don't understand why this negates you as a doctor?" Eddie turned his head and frowned, looked at Schiller and said, "I'm not going to be morally kidnapped, but if there are conditions, shouldn't doctors treat every patient as equally as possible?" ”

"If you go to treat S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, you go to treat superheroes, you go to treat the super-rich, why can't you treat ordinary people?"

Schiller gradually came to his senses, he raised his eyelids vigorously, and then said: "I can't treat ordinary people, I don't like them, I don't like ordinary people......"

"Why don't you like ordinary people? Because they're not strong enough? Because they are not rich enough? Eddie asked, but he quickly replied to himself, "Doctor, I don't think you're such a person, you care about them, but you don't seem to want to go near them......"

Schiller lowered his head and stumbled a little and said: "In superheroes, I am a normal person, but in ordinary people, I am a madman......"

"I was in my superhero group, playing the role of a doctor." Schiller swallowed and said, "But among ordinary people, I am a sick person." ”

Schiller took another deep breath and turned to look at Eddie, who saw in his eyes a pain he could not understand, and then he heard Schiller say:

"All my life, I have been learning how to disguise myself as an ordinary person as a patient."

"Among superheroes, if I don't play well, no one can find out, because they are not ordinary people, they don't care, I sometimes have some abnormal behavior, or because I am kind enough, I tolerate those abnormalities."

"But if I were among ordinary people, they would think I was a sick person because of some unusual behavior." Schiller closed his eyes in some pain, and then said: "Through their feedback, I will be constantly reinforced, and the fact that I am not good enough to act and have never been cured......"

"This means that my efforts for many years have been fruitless." Schiller closed his eyes, stretched out his trembling hand, and pressed it to the side of his neck.

Then he said in the same trembling tone:

"What's even more terrifying is that it will prove that the efforts of the doctors and nurses who have tried to heal me with all their efforts, at the cost of injury and bloodshed, have also been in vain."