Schiller and Natasha came to the farthest ice cave, Schiller put down his chair, reached out and pointed at Natasha, and crossed the ice cave to support another chair.

Natasha sat down in the first chair and, as she untied the entangled line, said, "Sure enough, it is right to be with you, doctor, and the group has been completely carried away by the joy of the fish being baited, and there is no gentlemanly spirit." ”

"You have to be tolerant of this group of gentlemen who don't have time to fish all year round, and occasionally show their wild side." Schiller walked to the side, picked up his fishing rod, then took off his gloves and began to arrange the line.

Natasha seemed to be lowering her eyebrows as she adjusted her fishing rod, but her attention was actually on Schiller's hand, especially the occasional green tendon on the back of her hand when she pulled the line hard.

"Ma'am, what do you think about fishing and hunting?" Schiller asked as if he had found a topic at random, hanging the bait.

"It depends on what form they take." Natasha had already hung up the bait and was fixing the boom in place, and the movement of her hand paused, as if to reminisce and said, "The beauty of fishing lies in waiting, and the beauty of hunting lies in chasing." ”

"Normally, I prefer to move and take the initiative into my own hands." Natasha shrugged her nose slightly, and when she pulled her upper lip up, she showed a bit of wild ferocity from her plump and glamorous.

"Or rather, chasing the smell of blood excites me, crossing streams and trees, finding every trace that may exist, and finally capturing dying prey, dismantling them and turning them into my own energy, so raw and savage, yet adrenaline-pumping."

"Which step excites you the most, killing?"

"Nope." Natasha shook her head and said, "I never deliberately torture my prey, and I find the screams harsh, I will finish them fairly quickly, with a knife in the throat, and I have no interest in the corpses." ”

"If I have to say, as I gradually grasp the traces of them, I can imagine that their chances of survival are becoming less and less, and the power of life and death is gradually being held in my hands as I advance, and this sense of control fascinates me."

"Control over the lives of others is the highest control." Schiller concluded, and then continued: "When you hunt, the ignorant prey always has hope of survival, and is not aware of the approaching danger, but at some point you know that he is dead, and such information and class disparities make you feel superior." ”

"Very accurate, doctor." Natasha smiled and said, "It's a rather violent way to get pleasure, and maybe that's why I can carry forward the name Black Widow." ”

"The vast majority of your prey is male?"

"There are also very few women." Natasha shrugged her shoulders and said, "It's rarely because of personal hobbies, it's mostly for mission purposes." ”

"They're mostly just consumables for recreation, but there are a few that stand out to me."

Natasha smiled playfully, and her eyes seemed to hint at her debauchery, but since she had said so, Schiller knew that the point that impressed her about those people must not be sex.

"Let's talk about fishing, then, doctor." Natasha took the initiative to provoke another topic.

The conversation between them is a bit like playing chess, you and I, just because it's too smooth and not turn-based, it sounds like small talk.

"I prefer fishing to hunting." Schiller looked up at the line that glistened in the sunlight and said, "The hunter understands the prey, and the angler understands himself." ”

"It's often said that anglers are wrestling with their patience, and that fish are never our opponents, and that as long as you have enough patience, they will always take the bait."

"But it often requires some clever philosophical thinking." Natasha said: "Choosing the right rod and the right bait also needs to have a place at the right time. ”

"That's right." Schiller nodded and said, "That's the fun part of fishing, everything is done in the early stages, and when it comes to the part of the conflict, everything is hidden under the surface, I prefer to call it civilized violence." ”

"Interesting." Natasha commented on this view, and went on to say, "Isn't violence violence when it has been whitewashed by civilization? ”

"I wouldn't say that, but I would think that this whitewashing process transforms the violence into something else, and the point is not in the bloodshed, but in the indescribable exhilaration of the patient arrangement, the quiet waiting, and finally the unexpectedly rich harvest."

"Doctor, you always seem to be hinting at something." Natasha looked Schiller in the eye and said, "Do you also bury many truths under a thousand feet of these words?" ”

"We're all like that, aren't we?"

"But I'm here to go fishing with you, not you to hunt with me." Natasha immediately took the initiative again, and she said without giving in, "You have to be more blunt, let me appreciate the charm of fishing, or I'll have to rely on Nick and Steve's two guys to brag about their gains." ”

"What do you want to hear?" Schiller asked.

"It's more about emotions."

"But I don't offer emotional counseling."

"It's a real surprise." Natasha suddenly smiled brightly, squinted her eyes at Schiller and said, "I've never heard a psychiatrist say that, isn't it true that most patients do emotional counseling?" ”

Schiller pushed his glasses again, as if trying to find a proper spot on the bridge of his nose for them, and then he had to say, "So, I'm not a doctor." ”

"And who are you?"

"I'm Schiller, obviously."

"Ha, yes, it's multiple personalities again." Natasha stretched out her hand and pulled out a pack of cigarettes from her jacket pocket and said, "What do you stand for?" Violence? ”

"Do I look violent?" Schiller leaned back, leaned back in his chair, and kept looking up at the line at the top of the rod that fluttered slightly in the wind.

"You look civilized, too civilized." Natasha tossed the cigarette case aside, blew out a puff of smoke, and said, "It's even a bit too gentlemanly, if it was a former doctor, he wouldn't care if I invited him or not, but would have gone to teach Charles to solve their family puzzles, or to gag with those two guys with fish brains." ”

"Why do you think the previous doctors weren't interested in you? Do you think your charisma is not enough to impress me? ”

That may sound like a hint, but Natasha knows very well that Schiller has a knack for burying the truth under obscure words, and more than a thousand feet deep.

The beautiful female agent pinned the red hair behind her ear and said, "The key to my lack of interest in him is not me, but himself, or rather yourself." ”

"What's wrong with me?"

"You don't get anything from me about the confusion, the sadness, the anger that you expect to see in other people, I accept everything that reality gives me so flatly, and I can even have some fun with it, we're the same kind of people, so you're not interested in me."

"What about the sexual aspect?"

"No kidding." Natasha let out another puff of smoke, staring into Schiller's eyes and saying, "For the craziest madman in the universe, the flesh doesn't provide as much pleasure as the excitement of your complicated plans." ”

"And now, I'm a little unsure......" Natasha lowered her eyes, took the cigarette out of her mouth, put her wrist on the edge of the chair, and tapped the end of the cigarette with her fingers, shaking off the ashes before she spoke, "Some of the concentrations that I never felt in you are coming back and making you more like a normal person." ”

"What was I like?" Schiller leaned back in his chair as if he had been intrigued, looked at Natasha's face and asked with interest.

"One...... Thing. Natasha narrowed her jaw slightly, and said as she thought, "It's like nature, it exists all around me, but it's rarely realized, and all the sides of you I see are only a small part of the whole, and the rest are too large to take up any attention." ”

"Do you think it's better to focus on great things? Or not? Schiller asked sideways as if casual as he leaned over to take the thermos cup in the bag.

"I'm not sure, but at least you look better now." Natasha pinched her chin with the knuckles of her thumb and forefinger, and looked at Schiller with a scrutinizing and even staring gaze.

"You have enabled all of us to see you anew, to see a person called Schiller, not a being, in a state that does not know and feel nature."

"It's not entirely good, ma'am." Schiller unscrewed the lid and said, "When nature shows its power and makes you see it, it means that some kind of catastrophe is about to happen." ”

Natasha didn't look nervous at all, she flicked the ash of her cigarette, looked down and smiled, then looked at Schiller with that smile and said, "Disasters are nothing compared to you, Schiller Rodriguez, who have seen the truth, and the disasters that have befallen me in the past have not made me see anything great as it is...... Want a cigarette? ”

Schiller saw Natasha's eyes projected from under the red hair, his gaze was not really flickering, but the invitation was not really an invitation, and he was just about to speak, when the fishing line on the top shook violently.

"The fish is hooked."

In Schiller's bedroom on the second floor of Hell's Kitchen's Psychiatric Clinic, Rocky's finger rests on the spine of a book on the shelf, titled The Complete Book of Norse Mythology.

By the way, Rockie took the book down, and found that it was different from most of the books on the shelves, it was older, and the signs of wear were more obvious.

Logie turned the first page of the book, where a line drawing of the Father of the Gods holding a thunderbolt leading the gods was drawn, and Odin looked very heroic, as always.

But the ink that had already dried under the painting was written with the following line: "A great king, a failed father, but the former is not the cause of the latter, nor is it an excuse." ”

Rogie's eyelashes trembled, and her thumb pressed hard enough to make a fingerprint on the first page, and then she hurriedly erased the mark with her magic, looking up to the right and left as if she was worried about being discovered.

Then, she turned to the next few pages to find Thor's drawing, which also had the inscription "He will be a great king, but he may prefer to be a good brother and father." ”

Rogie felt her heart beat like a drum, and she flipped through the pages as quickly as she found her name and saw a sentence on it.

"She will never be a great king, but she loves her brother and father more than the throne."

Let's Fish!

(End of chapter)