"The feeling of exhaustion I am talking about is a feeling of powerlessness after years of intense emotions." Natasha shook her head and said, "I don't know what will happen in the future, if I am cured, can I still be an agent?" Or should I really retire and enjoy life like young people today? Is this really a good thing? ”

"With all due respect, ma'am." Schiller smiled and said, "I'm afraid Nick won't approve your retirement application, he will let you work for another hundred years." ”

Natasha also laughed and said, "Then you are still conservative, he can't wait for me to work for him like this for 10,000 years." ”

"Ask that question again, how do you feel now?"

"It's like a thread that suddenly loosens after being slowly tightened, and I know that if it continues as before, it will break one day, and I know that even if you let me loose now, the thread will still tighten slowly, but all I can say - yes, it feels good."

"The psychiatrist you know well, Schiller, insists on the idea that psychologists are not to eliminate pain for patients, pain cannot be eliminated, and our ultimate goal is for you to accept to live in symbiosis with your own pain."

"It doesn't sound very kind."

"I may be unscrupulous, but I am by no means a quack." Schiller got up from his chair and said, "Then let's talk about my plan, the part about you is just to fulfill the request of greed, you may not believe it, he is not very good at dealing with the opposite sex, so although he has long seen what is wrong with you, he has not done it." ”

"Then why did you suddenly change your mind?"

Schiller turned and stood in front of Natasha, then looked down at the female agent who was still sitting in the chair, and said, "What would you do if you knew that your parents would definitely go home, but at least half of their homework was still undone, and you were worried that he would find out?" ”

"Of course, I made up for it before they came back." Natasha's eyes widened and she said, maybe it was because of the existence of the soul body, her expression looked more lively and vivid than in reality, and she could even see some girlish demeanor from this very everyday facial expression.

"Yes, I'm the unlucky guy who's catching up on my homework." Schiller shrugged his shoulders lightly and said: "Most of the psychological problems of male heroes have been solved, and most of the psychological problems of male heroes have not been solved, but the psychological problems of female superheroes have even only begun to begin." ”

"Do you think I'm one of the more serious?"

"You're the worst." Schiller looked at Natasha and said: "Normally, people think that women are more emotional, but perhaps because of this, you have become accustomed to the unpredictable emotions like a storm, and the string in your heart is more resilient, and most of the troubles in life are easy to solve." ”

"I think Logie is more problematic."

"She's not a woman in the traditional sense." Schiller shook his head and said, "I try my best to make her find an angle from which she can anchor her existence, find a target for her, and give her something to do, but if it really doesn't work, she can also temporarily turn back into a male and help me cope with the homework check." ”

Natasha chuckled again and said, "So where are the parents who check the homework?" To be honest, I was surprised that you didn't go to the doctor immediately after hearing the news. ”

"I'm not a little boy who has been trapped in the grief of losing his parents." Schiller shook his head and said, "Actually, I have long accepted that the doctor may still exist in some corner of the universe, living a retired life, he will miss me occasionally, and I will miss him, but reunion is not necessary." ”

"Have you reconciled with this a long time ago?"

"Because we don't really have so many regrets to make up for, and when I choose to get out of the established course that he has laid out for me, I make my own choice, and he doesn't feel bad about it, I know he won't."

"That's good." Natasha commented.

"If I can't reconcile with myself, how can I become a psychiatrist?" Schiller's tone became lighter, and he said, "I have to do it before I can convince others to live with so much pain and trouble." ”

"I think you're a little different from Dr. Schiller." Natasha stood up on her knees, and the two of them stood together at the front of the church looking up at the huge statue of Jesus, and Natasha continued: "Although Dr. Schiller appears to be on good terms with everyone, it is only because of ...... Like I said before, he's like nature, and everybody thinks they have a good relationship with nature, just because it's too big and elusive. ”

"You're better at communicating, using euphemistic words but getting to the point, and using intense methods that make people read the warmth."

"Maybe that's why he left these beautiful young ladies to me."

Natasha smiled, then cleared her throat and continued, "Tell me about the parts of your plan that have nothing to do with me, why we're here, and what are you going to do next?" ”

Schiller was about to speak, when a hazy halo shook the huge statue of Jesus, and the space in front of him began to fold and ripple, and in a trance, Natasha saw that the crucified man had cut a long wound from his chest to his abdomen.

The entrails poured out of it, burying the entire church, and Natasha struggled like a drowning fish when she found herself able to breathe again when she saw herself appear in a room.

Blood, blood everywhere, more and more blood.

As soon as Natasha turned her head, she saw the similarly blurred Schiller sitting on the edge of a blood-soaked bed and lighting a cigarette, while a disemboweled fish lay on the bed.

Natasha didn't show the slightest surprise, she just walked to the chair opposite and sat down, looked at Schiller with a little curiosity and asked, "Who is she?" ”

"A sponsor." When Schiller saw Natasha sitting across from him, he put down the cigarette in his hand, took out another and put it in Natasha's mouth, and lowered his head to light a cigarette for her.

Natasha pursed her lips and took a puff of smoke, Schiller put the cigarette in her mouth and said a little vaguely: "In order to find the next object of the Cold War, she sponsored that mysterious organization, hoping that the opposing world situation can continue." ”

"What is she selling?"

"Producer of preservatives."

Natasha looked up, gave a look of understanding, and said, "Producing Doomsday Food, right?" ”

Schiller nodded and said: "Not only that, but it is also the source of food chemical additives, in short, I hope that people will pay more attention to how to save their lives, rather than how to stay healthy." ”

The two were silent together for a while, and Natasha took the initiative to speak, "Do you want to talk about that gun?" ”

"Your old boss Nick gave it to me, probably because he was afraid that you would eat me." Schiller couldn't help but laugh at the end, and the smoke made him cough with choking.

"Oh, he's counting on you to get a gun to fight back against me." Natasha snorted coldly, spat out a puff of smoke and said, "Have you confirmed his recent psychological state, how far is it from Alzheimer's?" ”

"He put a condom in the magazine."

"Ahem, ahem!"

Natasha almost choked herself to death, she took a deep breath and said in disbelief: "Then you should check if he has Alzheimer's, how can Black Widow still have fertility?" I'm also immune to most infectious diseases! ”

"Usually I see this as a cue, something like 'don't let me down, kid.'" Schiller shrugged his shoulders lightly and continued, "I took it out and put it on the bedside table in Thor's room, hoping that he wouldn't find humans inhospitable." ”

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

"Well, I deliberately put that gun on the bedside table, and I led you to find it, but I really didn't expect you to come so quickly, but fortunately you are accurate, ma'am, but I am relieved."

"So you're looking for your own death, so, why?"

"Because death shielded me from committing suicide." Schiller first summarized it succinctly, and then explained in detail.

"Many people think that their death is predestined, but as far as I know, everyone has many possibilities for death, and the final result depends on the collision of countless fate lines."

"Because I used to take some slightly drastic measures in order to see death, usually suicide, so the goddess of death directly eliminated the possibility of my death by suicide, which means that at least in this universe, I can't kill myself with my own hands."

"But she didn't block the possibility of someone else killing you."

"Because she doesn't think it's possible."

Natasha was speechless, could anyone kill Schiller? The first time Natasha thought about this question, the answer "impossible" came to mind, so it is not surprising that the goddess of death is a hundred secrets.

"But she forgot that you're an angler, and you can take the initiative to catch a shark and bite you to death."

"Yes, Ms. Shark, thanks for your help."

Natasha rolled her eyes, looked at Schiller's smile and said, "Last question, why did you come to the Realm of the Dead again?" It can't be the trouble of death again, right? ”

Although Natasha used a question, the answer in her heart was yes, and Schiller was known to like to find death trouble.

"No, not for death this time." Schiller's answer surprised Natasha, and then she heard Schiller say, "I have known the goddess of death for a long time, and of course I respect her personal wishes and will not forcibly enter her territory without invitation." ”

"yes, you changed from forcible to smuggling, does that make any sense?"

"The point is that she doesn't know that I'm in her house, and our Goddess of Death is not a dedicated woman like you, she prefers to focus on falling in love with some strange creature, and while it's irresponsible for our universe, I think it has its benefits."

Schiller stood up, walked over the bed to the window, watched the bizarre fragments collide outside the window, and said, "Someone cheated on me last time with Adam, and if he hadn't dragged me and Stephen back, Adam wouldn't have had so much time to make a mess of New York." ”

Natasha didn't know much about it, she raised her eyebrows and asked, "Who?" ”

"Annihilation and his messenger vortex."

Natasha took a deep breath and said, "Why do you always have trouble with such abstract gods?" ”

"Why don't you ask them why they always have trouble with me?"

"Well, no one can theorize you." Natasha got up from her chair, tossed the cigarette butt into the trash can on the side, patted her pants and asked, "What are you going to do?" ”

"Get out of here first."

(End of chapter)