"What do you think will catch a fish?"

"Hungry? Arrogant? I do not know. ”

Natasha was still staring closely at the line that had disappeared into the water, as if a fish could be seen from the hole, Schiller's line was floating not far from him, and it didn't seem that the bait was heavy, and it was even a little too light for ice fishing, even if the wind was very soft at noon, the line could ripple.

"Generally speaking, I don't call a night of pleasure unethical." Natasha tentatively opened her mouth and said, "Maybe in the eyes of some people it is only a symbol of debauchery, and obviously this group of people does not include me. ”

"But I think it's necessary to get the subject's 'full' consent before starting this matter."

"Do you tell every one-night stand you are a black widow?"

Natasha almost roared in pain, leaned forward and said to the ice, "They don't need to know!" Is this any good for our next intimacy?! ”

"So you didn't tell them about your danger."

"That's because I won't ......"

"You really won't, won't?"

Natasha was silent for a long time before she spoke, as if making amends, "Most of the time no, my encounters with those boys are usually only romantic, and if they stay within this range, then they will not be in danger." ”

"But someone wants more."

"Men usually want more." Natasha sighed deeply, as if remembering something, and said, "After they thought they had conquered my body, they began to explore the possibility of capturing my spirit. ”

"It's a bit rude, but I can understand it, because it's I who gave them the illusion that this is possible, and it's so that they ignore my aggression or they'll be like a shrunken quail and don't dare do anything, and that's what Tony Stark is."

"He is the smartest and smartest person in the world, I dare say that he noticed something was wrong when he saw me at first sight, but at that time he was in a bad mental state, as if he was looking for death, probably trying to find a romantic way to die for himself."

But he backed down anyway.

"No smart people don't." Natasha glanced up at Schiller's eyes and said, "Especially you clever detectives, I only need to show more than thirty percent of the skin on my upper body for you to see that I used to kill like a murderer." ”

"So those who have a good heart to sleep with you and be killed by you, also because they are stupid."

Well, the conversation is back to square one, and Natasha wonders bitterly, how could she try to convince a psychiatrist?

"I'm curious, why are you trying to stop me, but it's by reasoning, you shouldn't use it often, right? Lady. ”

Natasha looked up at Schiller again and said, "The question is how do I know that if I go the other way, you or me or both of us won't get hurt and then make the situation even more uncontrollable?"

"You're one of the few agents who sees the big picture."

"If it weren't, I'd have disappeared a long time ago." Natasha's tone was filled with sadness.

Manhattan is still bustling, the road is full of traffic, even with more advanced transportation facilities such as the shuttle, it still has not reduced the number of vehicles, Strange sitting in the main driver's seat impatiently honked the horn, startling Stark in the passenger seat.

"God, aren't you used to New York traffic?" Stark took off his sunglasses and said impatiently, "It's useless to honk your horn." ”

"But it can put me in a better mood." Strange said with a blank face, "They will never know how many people will die if they stop a good surgeon, and the Grim Reaper will have to give them a prize." ”

"Are you sure you can find Schiller's former residence?"

"As I said, there is a registration in the information of the presbyterian medical staff, and I could have found the phone number of his emergency contact, but the number has been cancelled." Strange said, looking out the window.

Soon, their car drove down the streets of Manhattan into the back alley of an apartment building, and after the two got out of the car and walked to the front of the apartment building, Strange took out his authentication card from his suit pocket.

"When I got this message, I called the landlord and he said that there were still people renewing the lease of the house, and I guess that person was Schiller, but he didn't live here, so I guessed he might have put something in it."

"Wouldn't it be a little bad for us to go in like this?"

"If you're worried about that, you shouldn't come with me." Strange said as he walked into the elevator hallway, and Stark followed him.

"I'm pretty sure he drank alcohol when I first met him, and judging from the dilated state of his pupils, it is also possible that he has taken drugs, but it is not a professional drug, it may be an overdose of analgesics."

"It's unimaginable." Stark shook his head and said.

Soon the elevator reached the designated floor, and Strange strode out of the elevator to the apartment hallway without hesitation, and then looked up to check the number on the door.

“2128…… Over here. Strange shook his head at Stark behind him, and then proceeded to unlock the door.

"Do you remember what Schiller said about another world?" Stark was the first to ask.

"Are you referring to the world he came from? There may be such a world, but we first have to figure out how he started in our world. ”

Strange walked into the door and felt the light switch from the wall on one side, and when he turned on the light, the room was very tidy, a very standard Manhattan apartment, and it was conceivable that the floor-to-ceiling window facing the door could see the bustling night view, which accounted for 80% of the rent value.

Strange stood on the threshold and looked around, then touched the top of the shoe cabinet with his hand and said, "It's always been cleaned here, but this apartment building probably doesn't have a home cleaning service." ”

Stark was about to go inside when Strange stopped him, then pulled out two pairs of shoe covers and gloves and said, "I'm not sure if Schiller is renewing the lease, but whoever it is, we can't swagger into his house and make a mess of it." ”

Stark glanced at Strange as if surprised, and Strange said as he put on his shoes, "Don't stare at me, although I have no morals, I have the most basic qualities." ”

Armed and entered, this is a very standard apartment suite, with one bedroom, one living room, one kitchen and one bathroom, and the open kitchen and dining room are connected to the living room.

If there is one thing that stands out in the ordinary, modern décor style living room, it must be the cabinet next to the dining table, Strange did not hesitate, strode over, and then found that this cabinet is indeed very strange, and there are several wine bottles in it.

It was a bottle instead of wine, the lid was completely gone, the wine was gone, and some of the bottles had stickers with wine stains, which, by any measure, did not look like something that should be in the sideboard of an apartment of this grade.

"God, are you sure it's Schiller who has been cleaning this house?" Stark squinted at the contents of the wine cabinet and said, "Jack Danny, are you serious?" Oh, this bottle of Chivas Regal is still a good one, but the vintage is not, when did Schiller start drinking cheap whisky? ”

Strange opened the sliding door of the wine cabinet, carefully removed the bottles with his gloved hands, and after examining them, he found that the combined value of the wines should not exceed five hundred dollars.

The price of alcohol in New York is still very expensive, the price here is ridiculously expensive, and some non-daily necessities are at a high premium, five hundred dollars sounds like a lot, but it is really nothing in terms of alcohol, not to mention that so many bottles of wine add up to only a few hundred yuan, which can be called the cheapest of the cheap.

In the process of taking out the wine bottle, Strange found a few small medicine bottles in the depths of the wine cabinet, he instantly raised an eyebrow, Stark leaned over to look, Strange handed him one bottle, and then looked at the other.

“MDMA？ Central nervous system stimulants? What is it? Benzodiazepines? Stark pronounced the scientific name on the vial.

Strange put a couple of small bottles on the table without looking at it, and said, "In short, drugs, stimulants, sleeping pills, and antidepressants." ”

Stark stared at the vial and said puzzledly, "An insomniac patient suffering from depression and drugs? ”

"Now there's a problem." Strange knocked on the table and said, "When did Schiller come, and in what form?" ”

"You mean did he bring his body here?" Stark tilted his head, quickly understood what Strange meant, and then shook his head and said, "I'm more inclined not to, because Professor X said that Schiller's body has extraordinary strength, but it is obvious that his body is normal now, and he has not seen any symptoms of muscle restriction lifting." ”

"I've checked the time with all the other superheroes who saw Schiller in the early days." Strange tapped his fingertips lightly on the table and said, "No one has seen him before I do, and the first time I met him, he was clearly marked by excessive drinking and drug use." ”

"You're saying an addict who snorted himself to death, and then Schiller took over his body?" Stark speculated with a frown.

"Now the question is, why would the owner of this body take so many drugs at the same time?" Strange picked up a small pill bottle and said, "And he is still a doctor, and the psychiatrist should know more that these drugs cannot be taken at the same time, especially central nervous system stimulants and diazepam, plus alcohol, which is very likely to kill him." ”

"Suicide?"

Strange stared at the wine bottles and medicine bottles on the table in silence, and only spoke after a while: "It's hard to have any other possibilities, even if it's an addict who has been knocked to the point of not being sober, he won't go to find diazepam drugs to eat after pouring so many bottles of cheap whiskey, which is too much in line with a psychiatrist's approach." ”

"So what's wrong with this unlucky bastard?" Stark touched his chin and said, "Does Nick have his file there?" What about his resume? ”

"I checked, but it wasn't remarkable." Strange shook his head and said: "The records are not too detailed, after all, he was just an ordinary person before this, what can you find on my file, you can only find the same thing on his file, most of them only have academic information." ”

"I still remember that it seemed that the whole psychology community was his teacher and classmates."

"The psychology community is not very big."

Strange turned and walked to the bedroom, but this time it was Stark who noticed something.

Stark bent down and dragged a large box from under the bed, and when he opened the lid of the box, he let out an exclamation.

"Oh, what is this? Albums? ”