The atmosphere in the room fell silent.

It's like when everyone jokes about telling a serious ghost story and then goes to bed, everyone is playing those childish tricks of "there is someone behind you", and some are telling jokes with a bit of horror elements on the Internet or from other people's mouths, and then one person seriously tells a ghost story that makes everyone's back chill.

What is more terrifying than the ghost story itself is that the other party does not seem to understand the meaning of the polite social invitation itself, and the warm or warm atmosphere that has finally become active returns to the original point, and the person who initiated the topic must take responsibility.

So, Ivan pursed his lips, leaned forward, put his palms together, and said: "You should know that the rate of domestic violence in Russia is very high, there are always husbands who beat their wives, fathers who beat their sons, or drunkards who go crazy at home. ”

"The damn cold weather and extreme living conditions make people have to be in a constant state of euphoria, which is supposed to be a way to vent their excitement in the fight against nature, either sexually, violently, or both."

"Some people choose to vent their excitement by abusing their partners when the snow is closed, resulting in many cases of domestic violence and marital rape, as well as manslaughter cases that result in death."

Ivan's voice was deep, and when he used some long sentences to describe the state of affairs, the Russian tone mixed with English was like a knife, plowing deep ravines in the relatively simple language of English, reminiscent of snow, rust and wine.

"But that wasn't the case with the killer I saw that day, he didn't drink, and I'm pretty sure that when the police took him away, the two of us passed by, right under a flyover bridge in Moscow."

"He was neatly dressed, he wasn't a vagabond, he was clear-headed, he wasn't paralyzed by alcohol or drugs, and most importantly, he resorted to violence not because he was excited, but because he was violent and murderous."

"Does he know the girl? Or was he just looking for someone on the side of the road? Natasha asked.

Ivan shook his head and said: "I was just passing by, and I didn't see the whole process of the murder, only the last scene of the murderer being taken into the police car, and he was so excited that he was like a drug." ”

"It's possible that he's hallucinating." Schiller held a teacup in both hands and said: "Many mental illnesses can bring about neurosis, and most of the hallucinations that often appear in their brains, haunt their eyes, and make them unable to distinguish between dream and reality, are related to death. ”

"Most murderers with mental illness claim that they see what happened to their victims in their hallucinations, some of them see the victims grow demonic horns, so they feel that they are doing the right thing for heaven, and some of them see the victims pounce with knives, so they want to defend themselves and fight back."

"Perhaps, he saw him sleeping with the girl." Ivan took a sip of the hot tea, shook his head and said, "Otherwise, it's hard to explain why he's excited like that." ”

"It's not uncommon to see scenes that associate sex with death." Schiller lowered his eyes and said, "Normally, it is believed that human beings can feel something akin to an extreme orgasm in the seconds before death. ”

"Isn't that self-deceptive nonsense?" Steve asked with a frown, and then he gave evidence: "I've been on the verge of dying several times, but all I feel is fear and pain. ”

"Maybe someone can turn this into pleasure, but it should be a small number of people." Nick shrugged his shoulders and said, "If death is really a cool thing, how can those addicts who don't hesitate to destroy their bodies with a lot of drugs in pursuit of pleasure not try?" ”

"I just want to deduce from this......" Schiller gently lifted his glasses, while Magneto, who sat across from him, frowned slightly, and Schiller continued: "If anyone believes in this theory, perhaps he will feel that giving death to others is to make them feel the pleasure of ascending to heaven, and at the same time to feel pleasure himself, which is infinitely close to sex, but much more pure and noble than that." ”

"It's ridiculous." Steve commented that there was no way he could accept such a ridiculous truth, but at this time he noticed the expression of Natasha sitting across from him.

Steve's eyes widened slowly, and the glamorous female agent unconsciously cut her eyes away when the gaze projected from the clear blue eyes landed on Natasha's face.

"How did you feel about killing your partner after sleeping with them?" Schiller asked, turning to Natasha.

His first half of the sentence was so firm that Natasha didn't have room to refute at all, so she just turned her face to the side, poked her cheek with a finger, and then turned her head back to look at Schiller and said.

"I felt like I was ...... Full of power, plus, I killed them in the process. ”

"I think you should go back to sleep." Nick lowered his voice and leaned into Steve's ear and said, "As always, it's the midnight tea party for the mentally ill and the lunatics...... You know you can't do anything about them, right? ”

"Crazy." Steve leaned his head over and said in disbelief, while Nick tried his best to raise his eyelids and look at Steve from the top of his eyes, leaving only the whites of his eyes for the others, and then continued, "But quite shockingly, most of those people are dying on their own." ”

"I'm a well-known agent." Natasha lifted one leg up and put it on the other, hugged both arms together, smiled and said, "It sounds contradictory, but Black Widow is famous." ”

"I don't think anyone is stupid enough to think that a female agent can achieve a near-100 percent mission completion rate, and with the ability to fight head-on, even from the outside, I'm not the kind of woman to mess with, but everyone is betting."

"Men are particularly adventurous in this regard, and they always have the ridiculous idea that a female agent with a rich resume will wash her hands of money because she is attracted to them, and even if I am codenamed Black Widow, there will always be people who will be able to enjoy my beauty and charm without paying any price."

"Maybe it's not that they don't understand, but they are just confident that they can escape." Schiller covered his lips with a cup and said, "Or think that the people who have died at your hands before are only because they are not strong and cautious enough, and they can play with you in applause." ”

"So they're all dead." The tails of Natasha's eyes and the corners of her mouth were particularly sharp when she laughed, and that evil and cruelty made her look like a real poisonous spider.

Suddenly, the astonishing aggression disappeared again, and Natasha's countenance became gentle and detached again, and she said, "Unfortunately, because of my profession, I have to be measured, and if I were the kind of real madman, you probably wouldn't see Tony Stark now." ”

"I've heard he didn't do well enough."

"Why?" Natasha rolled her eyes a little resentful and said, "I shouldn't have such high expectations for him, it seems that the rumors about the cover model prodigal in the outside world are just exaggerations, I really don't understand how Tony can be so popular among them." ”

"It was Tony's wealth that made him so well received." Nick laughed and said, "But no one can have any contempt for a man who can't handle Black Widow, especially if you expect so much from him." ”

"He's a good look, to my liking." Natasha lifted her upper lip and deliberately bared her teeth when she smiled, making herself look more childish and naïve, and said, "It's those eyes that deceive me, and when he looks at you and talks to you, you think that it doesn't matter how he behaves next." ”

Steve covered his face, his moral bottom line made it completely impossible for him to participate in this slightly evil topic, but Charles, who was about the same age as him, and even Eric listened to it with relish.

"That's what to talk about late at night." Nick poured himself another cup of tea, and then said with some regret, "It's a pity that our wine is still in the box, and alcohol makes people talk more freely, right?" ”

"Shouldn't men send a representative to talk about it?" Natasha kicked her calf forward with some dissatisfaction, and said, "I'm not a simple little girl, don't prevaricate me with any topics such as 'respect for women' and 'gentlemanly demeanor', you can be straightforward." ”

Steve coughed twice in embarrassment, and Natasha's gaze immediately fell on him, and said, "Captain, you're the only man here who has a regular partner. ”

"Carter and I ...... The two of us were normal. Steve thought for a long time before squeezing a sentence out of his mouth, and then said with some uncertainty: "I don't know whether to say this or not, but compared to your rich and intense love history, the two of us are simply like little lambs that have not been slaughtered." ”

"And what about Peggy?" Natasha raised an eyebrow and asked.

"We didn't have much time at the time." Steve tilted his head to the side, pursed his lips and said, "Come and go, I can't count how many times we've been interrupted by missions." ”

"It's a shame." Nick said this, but Natasha didn't give up, and she looked at Nick again.

Nick immediately raised his hands in surrender and said, "Women are a problem, and women like you are even more of a big problem, and sticking it once can cost me half my life." ”

"I'd rather tighten my belt than to bet again and again on whether or not you're holding a knife behind your back, and that's one of the things that has kept me alive and become a legendary agent."

"What about family?" Schiller asked.

"That's something I don't deserve." Nick took a sip of hot tea and sighed softly as he said, "Agents focus on offense, constant offense, and families need guards to stop, and they can't do both, and every dangerous professional who feels they have the ability to balance the relationship between the two ends up dying miserably." ”

"Very sober." This time it was Eric who was talking.

Charles had to look at him with his eyes again, and he kept glancing at him, and found that Eric really didn't react, so Charles had to say: "But the continuous attack will always end one day, and when the day is calm, what is there to talk about?" Gone are the old days, my old fellow. ”

"You're always optimistic, Charles." Eric said nonchalantly, but this seemed to provoke Charles's anger, and he turned his head to Stare Eric and said, "And you are always too pessimistic." ”

"I'm just too realistic, and that's good."

"What's in it for you?"

"Isn't it good enough that I can come down to you and laugh at you unharmed while you're being chased like a reservoir dog?"

Seeing that the two of them were about to dig through all the old accounts again, Nick cleared his throat and looked at Schiller, half curious and half diverted the subject, and asked, "Doctor, you have used your superb conversation skills to get everyone into it again, and you still haven't told us why you didn't choose a family." ”

"Me? I'm on a different level. ”

"Mind talking?"

(End of chapter)