"If you've been in Germany, that makes sense." Natasha said while thinking: "The anti-Soviet ideology of that era was already very serious, and most of Europe had fallen, while the trend in Germany had always been more ...... Radical. ”

But Schiller shook his head and said: "It has nothing to do with ideology and ideology, it has nothing to do with the value of wealth or the state of life, it has something to do with the law." ”

Natasha's eyes gradually changed, and she leaned back, clinging to the back of her chair, as if she was trying to flee from here, because she noticed that there was something wrong with the smile on Schiller's face, very wrong.

"What's more, if you remember what I was going through, then you should know how precious an opportunity to leave that country was for me, and it was the first time I was out of surveillance."

"First taste of the forbidden fruit." Natasha couldn't help but pronounce the word that came to her mind, but Schiller looked at her as if she was a little surprised, and then smiled and said, "Maybe the name of your misery is Rodin, ma'am." ”

Natasha was not in the least pleased with the compliment, as if she had already envisioned what Schiller's next topic would be, and she tried to close her ears and thoughts in advance.

"Why don't we concentrate on fishing?" Schiller looked at the water again and suggested another possibility.

"God, don't torture me, if you want to say it, I swear, I will clearly record every word you say in the classified files of S.H.I.E.L.D.!" Natasha said through gritted teeth.

"You can just say that you want to make them public." Schiller hadn't forgotten to make a light-hearted joke, and Natasha found that she was now confronted with a sense of humor that she didn't usually have, as if he were good at chatting.

He was very good at it, and Natasha even thought a little desperately, even though she knew that he might talk about something that would pollute just passing through her head, Natasha was still sitting still, and she had 10,000 excuses that would get her out of here, such as going to see Nick and Steve's fish.

But her whole person felt like she was nailed here, and she was even curious about the next topic.

"As we all know, medical schools and law schools in the United States are not straightforward, but require a certain academic foundation, but it was not difficult for me, and I spent about three months weaving a seamless identity for myself and then became a surgical student."

"Do you have a surgical education?" Natasha was a little surprised.

"Although I almost never showed it, yes, I had studied surgical techniques, and I was not very skilled, not comparable to our Mr. 'Hand of God', not even among the students."

Natasha narrowed her eyes, she instinctively caught the anomaly in Schiller's words, so she stared into Schiller's eyes through the fishing rod and said, "Or are you not dazzling?" ”

"It's not a good thing to be too dazzling, I come from a remote town in Nevada, and I work hard to stand side by side with the geniuses of medical school with the appreciation of a professor, and I am quite devout Catholic, and I dedicate a whole day every weekend to God's room."

"It's not a novelty." Natasha leaned back again, looked Schiller from head to toe, and said, "As you can imagine, at least your theological knowledge is sufficient. ”

"Yes, I often talk about this with my peers, who are not very interested, and occasionally make a perfunctory remark to me, but that's enough."

"So what did you do with that day?"

"Something interesting."

Natasha knew that the main event was coming, she felt her palms sweating, her heart was beating fast, but she felt that she was just sitting here safely listening to a past, so why was she so excited?

But at this moment, Schiller lifted the fishing rod violently, and another fat perch flew up, and Natasha dodged back with great dexterity to avoid the tragedy of being slapped by the fish.

The female agent reacted fairly quickly, and Schiller grabbed the fish with even greater speed, slapped it on the ice, made it faint, and then put the fish in the tank in the same way.

"See, this is the joy of fishing, this fish is still alive, but it is only a matter of time before it dies, and it struggles so savagely to survive, ugly and unbearable, and the angler still sits firmly."

“…… Civilized ones don't look like a killer. Natasha introduced.

Then she took a deep breath, lowered her eyes to look at the still rippling frozen water, and said, "Who did you kill?" Your teacher, classmates, or unrelated strangers? ”

After Schiller had taken care of everything, he took a towel to wipe the water on his hands, his hands were already a little white under the ice, but when he exerted force, the green tendons and lines on the back of his hands showed that they were still strong.

"I make a specific bait to catch a certain type of fish." Schiller folded his hands together.

Natasha was lost in thought, her mind racing, and she was speculating that Schiller must have done nothing good to break out of his original cage and enter a vast new world of freedom, why did he come?

"Revenge?" Natasha stared at Schiller's face and spat out a single word.

"Partially." Schiller wrapped his coat a little tighter, folded his hands on his abdomen, put one leg on the other, and said, "But I can't rush into their homes and open them with a shuttle bullet, I know this is an American-style assassination, but it's hard to do in practical terms." ”

"You have a sense that ordinary people don't have, and you have a fairly strong physique, so it's not difficult to sneak into the assassination." Natasha frowned and asked, "Why didn't you do that?" ”

"That's back to the same topic as before." Schiller lowered his head and smiled helplessly and said, "What is the most important thing about infiltrating the assassination?" It's not about infiltrating and assassinating, it's about quickly leaving, destroying evidence, and flying away. ”

"That's right." Natasha would be mistaken, she said: "If you need to kill multiple targets in a short period of time, your pursuers will always be able to find clues in these dense infiltration assassinations, and if you don't get out of the area as soon as possible, the chances of getting caught are high." ”

"No, it's not the problem, or rather, it's not the end of the world."

Schiller sighed deeply, and Natasha really heard sorrow and helplessness from this sigh, and even made a temperament that Natasha never thought of appearing on Schiller's body, that is, melancholy.

No one in this world expected Schiller to panic, but now that it has happened, Schiller's expression can almost be called sorrowful.

"As I said before, my desires and pathologies have grown up with them, and pathologies have deeply affected them, and have become one with them to some extent."

Schiller finally got up from the fishing chair, crouched down next to his duffel bag, and pulled out a small bottle of wine, which looked like the one sold on the shelves of a convenience store, and was a little cute from the bottle to the cap.

"I guess you need some spirits, ma'am."

Natasha's eyes straightened, and she swallowed as she said, "Even though it might be a weapon that can drag me into my dreams - yes, it's a terrible abuse to let a Russian stay in such a cold environment for three hours without drinking a drop of alcohol." ”

Schiller opened the cap, and the enchanting aroma spread, Natasha almost snatched the bottle and poured it into her mouth, and after a whirlwind, she found herself in Schiller's thinking tower.

And unlike everyone else who came here, Natasha's first reaction was, "This wine is so strong, can you get me some more?" ”

"Don't be too greedy, ma'am, even if you're genetically modified, you can't afford more, come with me and show you something."

Natasha followed Schiller forward, looking up at the busy scene in the tower, and asked, "I still can't help but ask, why me?" ”

"Like you said, ma'am, you're good at calmly accepting everything that reality brings you, rarely making a fuss, the two of us are more alike."

"More importantly, if I take that group of friends of mine and show them those things...... I'm afraid they're going to go crazy and treat me like crazy, even crazier and more extreme than before, and I don't think that's good. ”

"You could have kept everyone unaware of this." Natasha noted, "You don't have to show it to me. ”

"But if no one has an answer, they're going to keep digging, and that's annoying."

It was the first time that Natasha had seen such a genuine look of impatience on Schiller's face, which made her sure that the Schiller in front of her was not the doctor, because the doctor would never be impatient with any questions from her friends, and would only want them to ask a little more.

Thinking of this, Natasha took two steps back to the side and stared at Schiller in front of her, who was different from the real world in the Thinking Tower.

He looked younger in a dark gray turtleneck sweater and didn't wear glasses, but what surprised Natasha the most was that this Schiller had half-length hair, and any length of hair that was over the shoulder was tied back with a leather band, but there were still some scattered on the forehead.

"Oh my God!" Natasha let out a heartfelt exclamation, and then said, "If you appear in front of me for the first time in this form, I will say that I will have sex with you for anything, a perfect ascetic-swinger." ”

"That's not what we're supposed to focus on now, ma'am, and if you did, you wouldn't be alive today, and I'll explain to you later."

Schiller and Natasha came to the elevator on the first floor, but the elevator that originally started on the ground floor had an option for a negative floor.

Natasha hadn't been here before, and she didn't know if it was normal, but she watched as Schiller pressed the button on the negative floor, and the elevator slowly slid down after a shaking.

Natasha waited for the elevator door in front of her to open, but it was not the door on the side of the elevator that they walked in, but the floor at the foot of the elevator, and with a "click", the floor split in half, and Natasha and Schiller fell into it together.

Before Natasha could even be surprised, she found herself floating in the darkness, and she looked up to find the elevator carrying them sliding upwards and disappearing into the darkness overhead like a meteor.

Natasha looked left and right, then at her feet, and saw nothing, but she keenly felt as if she was constantly floating upward, like a diver slowly lifted up by the buoyancy of the sea.

Suddenly, she felt something touch on the top of her head, and Natasha reached out a hand to touch it upward, but soon she felt Schiller's hand press against her shoulder.

"Don't move."

Natasha instinctively did so, and the next second, with a "bang", her whole body was overturned by Schiller, but it was not a headfirst drowning position, she felt her feet fall to the ground.

It took Natasha a few seconds to adjust her sense of direction, at which point she realized that she was standing on the ceiling she had just touched with her feet on the opposite side of the ground of the Thinking Tower.

Suddenly, Natasha spotted a light in the darkness, she frowned at the light in front of her and asked, "What's that?" ”

"Oh, that's a hole that was made before, and that's where the story begins."

(End of chapter)