In the Kama Taj Meditation room, the atmosphere of serious conversation was finally broken, and Strange closed the black notebook, put it back between the two, and tapped the cover with his finger and asked, "Who do you think is explaining all this to us?" ”

"I know what you're trying to ask." Stark covered his mouth with his wine glass, leaned back in his chair relaxedly, and said, "All the mess that happened before, the intruder at the Asgard Tech Fair, the sudden gift of members, the man and his ten rings, the mess of kids, and so much more......"

"Everything before without warning, and then suddenly erupted, beyond everyone's expectations, and the motives, methods, and harvests of everything were like a ball of yarn, so of course you think of one name - Schiller."

Strange pursed his lips and didn't respond, but he was actually saying that he didn't need to respond, which was obvious.

In the whole universe, where there is chaos and where there is no chaos, where there is less and where there is more, who killed whom and who did not kill whom, who cooperated with whom and who did not, which one did the red thing and which one did the white thing, where the gong was beaten and where the drum was played, if you want to get the answer to all these questions, you only need to do one thing - find Schiller.

This is not only the consensus of everyone in the Radiant Alliance, but also gradually developing into the consensus of all Earth superheroes, even Matt has chosen to go to the clinic to find Schiller in the first place, who else can be expected not to do this?

Seeing the determined expression on Strange's face, Stark showed a very complicated expression, Strange stared at Stark's face, narrowed his eyes, and before he could ask, Stark took the initiative to say.

"I know you all suspect Schiller, but he has an alibi."

"Who?"

"Me."

With Stark's narration, time went back to about two weeks ago, Stark, who was staring at the instrument in the laboratory, suddenly felt a thought in his mind, and the voice of another soul appeared in his head, but he was already familiar with it.

"Nar is gone."

It was Batman's voice, Stark held the wrist of the pen and paused slightly, he turned the pen in his hand, and said, "It doesn't matter, anyway, our research on him is basically done, and he is of little use." ”

After saying that, Stark stood up and pulled down the blinds by the window, and after leaving Jarvis for so long, he finally had a little self-care ability, at least he figured out how to pull the blinds down and how to close the fans.

"Who do you think did it?"

"Who else could do it?"

Batman seemed a little silent, but after a while, he said, "The Schiller you know is different from what I know." ”

"But it's essentially the same." Stark didn't bother with it, he threw the pen back in his hand and failed, but he didn't bother with it, but walked to the cabinet where the small instruments were kept, straightened his shirt with the help of the reflection of the glass door, and then walked to the door to pick up his coat and put on his coat.

"You're going to just go to him?"

"Or else?"

Batman was a little silent, as if he didn't know what to say about Stark's mobility, but when Stark walked out the door, Batman said, "Didn't you bring a gift to visit him?" ”

"I'm just going to ask him about his plans, what kind of gift to bring?" Stark's tone was full of confusion.

"Do you think if you rush straight over and he'll tell you the truth?"

"I don't rush straight over, and he won't tell me the truth."

Batman was silent again, and Stark raised his hand as he walked out, "Come on, there are not so many twists and turns, I spend at least $200 million a year on my mental health management, and Pepper and Obadia can testify, isn't this as polite as handing over a bottle of red wine?" ”

Batman stopped talking, but he probably sensed that his attitude did not agree, and Stark said as he got on the shuttle: "I can sense from your attitude that the Schiller you met should be very different from the one I know, he is probably very polite." ”

"For the man I know, if I go to him now with a bottle of wine that is deadly expensive for anyone but me, he will definitely add a lot of money to my mental health management budget to treat my social malaise complicated by anxiety."

"Whatever you want." That's all Batman can say.

The shuttle quickly stopped at the Arkham Sanatorium, but the receptionist at the front desk told Stark that Schiller was not here, and Stark said a little triumphantly: "Look, I know that he must be studying Nar now, Schiller will disappear for a few days, lie about going on vacation, and then there will be a series of complicated and troublesome plans in front of us, I know him too well." ”

"Are you going to stop him?"

"Of course not, his plans are mostly beneficial, and he always manages to sort out many complicated things into one line after another, so that they all come together for the same purpose, and then disperse them into many different small goals to accomplish them in one go."

"To be honest, this seems like a miracle to me, but it is not a bad thing for me, for humanity, or for the Nine Kingdoms, and it can also be said to be of great benefit."

"But it is true that to a certain extent, I have to stop him, because in the process of completing this plan, he is consuming himself uncontrollably, and before I could not understand his series of complicated plans, I could not find the time to intervene, and I wanted to interfere with him and was afraid that I would mess up everything, but now it is very different."

A positive thought crossed Stark's mind for Batman, and he said in a flat, straightforward declarative tone, "You grab a thread, and I'll crack everything." ”

"Thank you, man, if you weren't a big guy like me, I'd be willing to pay a lot of money to hire you as my staff." Stark said with a flirtatious whistle.

"It's better to keep it for your mental health management fee."

Stark didn't care in the slightest about Batman's characteristic dry humor.

The situation of the two of them is very weird, they should be the kind of people that both sides dislike the most, for Batman, Stark is too emotional, emotional, always likes to add too much inspiration to rigorous calculations and inferences, unscrupulously reduces the efficiency of doing things, can't take care of himself, his private life is still relatively chaotic, smoking, drinking, clubbing and clubbing are all kinds of things, he is a complete prodigal.

For Stark, Batman is like an old-fashioned person, who has to live a one-dimensional life, has no passion to speak of, is too suspicious, pursues minutiae, thinks that the spark of inspiration only delays the efficiency of the completion of events, pursues absolute rationality, and always likes to tell bad jokes.

It is indeed difficult for two people to get along in this way, but the amazing thing is that during the time they shared the same body, they did not restrain their shortcomings, and even took the initiative to let them stand out.

It's been a long time since Stark had been drunk, and that was just a sign of his previous anxiety attacks and escapism, but lately he's been enjoying a drink after the experiment, letting the alcohol numb his brain, and to some extent Batman's brain, or throwing himself on the deafening dance floor and rocking his body to his heart's content.

Batman's obsessive-compulsive disorder is getting worse and worse, every pen, every piece of paper is placed in their designated place, on each page of the calendar with different symbols pointing to different passwords, and then pointing to different actions, remembering every face they have seen, remembering the tiniest details of each person's appearance and behavior, and storing them in categories, all the details of life are in order, day after day.

They experienced two very different lives in one person's time, the dissolute and the old-fashioned, the relaxed and the rigorous, the leisurely and the intense.

Iron Man and Batman are not completely untrapped by the eyes of society, in the Justice League, Batman can't let himself get drunk, because he is everyone's hope, and in the Avengers, Iron Man can't be too nervous, because it will make everyone nervous.

When they use their bodies, what they can't do because of their image and identity, or that they can't think of doing because of their personality, can be done when they share the same body.

Nervous people experience relaxation, casual people experience rigor, will fill in the gaps in their social identity and spiritual needs, so that their mental state is more stable and their behavior is more sound.

Batman and Iron Man understand to some extent the reason why Schiller cuts himself into so many pieces, when you separate all the one-sided traits in your personality and let them dominate your life in different periods of time with their own strengths, you can better adapt to society externally and heal yourself internally.

Now Batman and Iron Man are exploring, assuming that they are two personalities of one person, how to allocate their specialties to better adapt to life, Stark when inspiration is needed, and Batman is Batman when inspiration is needed, and there are more subtle aspects of life.

When they share the same body, the other's mind and soul fluctuations can be well experienced, so that after they are separated, they can learn from each other's ways of dealing with problems during this time period, relaxing when they should be relaxed and nervous when they should be nervous.

Batman and Iron Man are almost equally intelligent, so they don't have to worry about rusting their brains when the other person takes over the body, or being trapped in intelligence and not being able to take over the work of the previous person.

There is no other wonderful opportunity in this world for another self, who has the same wisdom and understanding, and whose strengths and weaknesses complement each other, to teach you in your mind how to make up for your shortcomings and promote your strengths, and they all understand this, so they cherish this time very much.

"Are you really not going to prepare a present?"

After Stark re-boarded the shuttle, Batman brought up the old story, explaining part of his thoughts in a rare way: "If it wasn't for Schiller, I wouldn't be here, and we wouldn't be working together." ”

"Do you want to thank him with a gift? That's old-fashioned. Stark shook his head, spread his hands and said, "Isn't it enough that I'll give him a big hug the first time I see him?" ”

Batman was lost in thought, he felt ridiculous, physical contact was not a thank you but a torture to him, and the thoughts of "what the hell is in the other person" and "what will happen if you hug him" will continue to torment him for about a week.

"Okay, let me show you how." Stark moved his shoulders unconcernedly, and watched as the shuttle stopped steadily at the door of the S.H.I.E.L.D. agent training academy, where the receptionist had just told them that Schiller was taking classes.

Stark glanced up at his watch, and saw that they had arrived just in time, and Schiller should have just finished a lesson, so he tightened his coat, took off his sunglasses, and walked inside with a smooth and coherent stride.

Pushing open the door of the classroom and walking down the stairs with a brisk pace, not caring about the flow of students passing in the opposite direction, Stark shouted at Schiller, walked up and hugged him hard, and then said.

"I just went to the sanatorium to look for you, you weren't there, they said you were in class here, how was the class?"

"Not bad, what's wrong?"

"Nothing, thank you."

"Oh, no thanks, go to the cafeteria?"

"Let's go."

Batman feels that he still has a long way to go before he is well-behaved.

(End of chapter)