In the room of the apartment, Gwen Spider-Man was lying on the table and looking at the head-scratching thesis vocabulary on the tablet, Schiller was standing behind her left, Natasha was standing behind her right, Gwen Spider-Man said with a long sigh.

"Is there a mistake? You're both dead and you're not going to let me go?! And I said, I checked the spelling, but the software I use is not that smart, and I am not the original inhabitant of your universe, so I don't understand your advanced artificial intelligence error correction, you have to understand this. ”

So what about these non-whitespace word adhesions, missing periods, and in-word segments? What's the deal with so many soft returns that mess up formatting? ”

"I probably wrote it in the middle of the night, and I was dizzy and pressed it wrong." Gwen Spider-Man groaned for excuses, she wailed, and the whole person slapped on the table like a puddle of mud, and said, "Spare me, I am not the material for learning!" It's really not good, isn't it good for you to torture the Gwen of your universe? She will be happy to have an academic discussion with you. ”

Schiller walked to the window of the apartment, sat down in a chair, looked at Gwen Spider-Man and said, "You have to come up with a decent article, or what am I going to do to prevaricate Professor X?" Only if he thinks that you have studied well with me will he temporarily dismiss the idea of letting you transfer to him. ”

Gwen Spider-Man sighed deeply and resigned herself to her paper, and after she changed a version, Schiller took the tablet to look at the details of her essay and asked, "I heard that you are interested in punk culture?" ”

"Part of it." Gwen Spider-Man handed Natasha and Schiller the two cans of soda she had just brought over, and said, "It's hard to avoid this when you play rock 'n' roll." ”

"What's your favorite band?"

"Sex pistols, cliché." Gwen Spider-Man sat on the edge of the bed with his legs apart, his hands propped on the edge of the bed between his legs, and said as he sipped a soda, "I think they're revolutionary and impactful." ”

"That's true in rock music, but what about death punk?"

Gwen Spider-Man thought for a moment and said, "I rarely get a chance to talk about this, because when people hear this word, they think it's the work of a bunch of gangster young people with black lipstick and nails doing nothing in the streets, and people don't want to let themselves be reduced to this, so they usually avoid talking about it." ”

"I've heard you have research on nihilism as well."

"Punk itself has a nihilistic nature, but I would like to correct a misconception that although I am also interested in mysticism, the two of them are actually opposites, mysticism emphasizes existence but unknowability, and nihilism emphasizes meaninglessness and non-existence."

"You said you don't talk to people about this very often, so you've had a chance to talk about it?"

Gwen Spider-Man took a sip of soda, nodded and said, "I still have a few friends, and I often discuss this with the bassist in the band, and my view is more like 'truth is unattainable, so all pursuit is futile' than the common nihilistic view that truth doesn't exist." ”

"It's the same with any other word for truth, there is so little that human beings can have, and even if the universe is so rich, tragedy still looms in the life of an individual, so it is better to give up and accept this fate that can only be empty and unfulfilled."

When Gwen Spider-Man said this, there was no decadence or sadness in his tone, as if he was an academic statement of his own opinion, and Schiller did not try to refute or convince her, he just said: "Interesting point, have you heard of any celebrities who hold similar views?" ”

"There are too many, of course the most famous of them are Nietzsche, European nihilism or something, but I'm not very interested in politics and philosophy, I still prefer rock 'n' roll."

"Do you think the idea of singing the praises of nothingness comes naturally?"

Faced with this question, Gwen Spider-Man was a little stunned, she frowned, and just as she wanted to say something, Schiller shook her head and said, "I'm not saying what kind of cult this is, but do you think that if there is no interference, human beings can know nothingness?" ”

Gwen Spider-Man thought for a moment, then said, "I'm not sure if we recognize nothingness now, human understanding of the universe is very superficial, and we interpret this as non-existence, maybe just because we can only understand it to this extent." ”

"Do you think you understand better than anyone else?"

"Uh...... I ......" Gwen was a little confused by Schiller's questions, she grabbed her long hair at the back of her head with her hand, sat cross-legged on the bed and looked at Schiller and asked, "Why do you suddenly care about this?" Dean Schiller, you don't look like someone interested in punk. ”

"I think you should answer my questions head-on, especially while your paper is still in my hands, miss."

Gwen Spider-Man sighed, waved his hand in front of his face and said, "I can't say that I understand it very well, it's not that I'm modest, it's just that I don't know much about philosophy, at best, I know some musical styles." ”

"So how about starting with a dissertation?"

"Ah???h

Gwen Spider-Man glared at Schiller, the expression on his face as if to say, "Is your map of Yan Kingdom a little too short?" ”

Schiller looked at the contents of the tablet in his hand and said: "I have only talked about the misspelling and formatting of the paper, but not the content, if I have to evaluate it, this paper will be a considerable blow to my educational career, and I do not recommend that anyone but me see this article." ”

"Ah, is it really that bad?" Gwen Spider-Man snorted a few times like a fake cry, Schiller put the tablet on the table next to him, shook his head and said, "I don't want to force you to learn something you can't learn, so I just want to find a topic that interests you, you have to complete a thesis." ”

Gwen Spider-Man hesitated for a moment and said, "It's okay to write it, but I haven't written about this kind of subject either, maybe it's going to be even worse?" ”

"Punk culture and nihilism are relatively niche subjects, and as long as you have your own opinions and have something to say, you won't be far off, and it's better than if you want to carve out a new track of your own in a mature discipline similar to sociology and international relations, right?"

Gwen Spider-Man had to agree, she didn't want to really transfer to Professor X's college, Charles is a very experienced teacher, and he is very strict in his learning, and then Gwen Spider-Man will not be able to fish for three days and dry his nets for two days like now, and still earn enough credits.

Just as Gwen and Spider-Man were pondering how to get started, Schiller said, "Have you considered the relationship between nihilism and religion and theology?" ”

Gwen Spider-Man's eyes widened slightly, but she still shook her head and said, "I don't know much about these two aspects, am I going to write about similar subjects?" ”

"I think you can analyze these two aspects, and you mentioned earlier that nihilism and mysticism are diametrically opposed, and mysticism is inseparable from religion and theology, so it should be a good idea to start from that."

Gwen Spider-Man nodded while thinking, thinking that what Schiller said made sense, and at this time Schiller stood up, picked up the tablet on the table and handed it to Gwen Spider-Man, and then said, "We have some other things, so let's leave first, I hope that the next time I come here, I can see your masterpiece, Miss Gwen." ”

"Uh, when was that?"

"Three days later, how?"

"Oh my God! That's too short! ”

"It's a repayment for your wasted time, go ahead."

Despite Gwyn Spider-Man's squeaks, Schiller and Natasha leave Gwyn Spider-Man's rented apartment, return to Arkham Sanatorium, pick up a car from the underground parking lot, and drive towards Manhattan.

On the way to her next destination, Natasha asked with some curiosity, "Punk, nihilism and Gwen Spider-Man, and the paper that I can't understand the most, Schiller, what are you doing?" ”

"I'm curious what you're doing, Dr. Schiller."

A voice came from the back seat, and with a slight blink of an eye, Schiller saw Hela in the back seat in the rearview mirror.

Hela, still dressed as if she had just stepped off the runway, reached for the hem of her thick fur coat, gave Schiller a faint smile, and said.

"People who have just died will be stained with the breath of death, and I recently received the responsibility of the Nine Kingdoms to guide the souls of the dead, and you are also within the scope of my guidance, do you want to go to the underworld to sit? Your friends shouldn't think you're there. ”

"If it were any other time, I'd love to." Schiller smiled apologetically into the rearview mirror and said, "But I'm a little busy right now, ma'am." ”

When Schiller said this, he couldn't help but stare in the rearview mirror, Hela's face reflected in the mirror was even paler, and Hela looked more like Odin than Frigga in terms of appearance and temperament.

It's not that she's not beautiful enough, it's just that her aggressive and sharp temperament is far more noticeable than her appearance, but if you look closely at her appearance and facial features, it also has a different flavor.

Hella is a very typical Nordic look, with a full forehead, a flat face, and a very pronounced mandible that forms a pronounced hollow cheek with the cheekbones, which is often considered a sign of sexiness.

Perhaps because she lived in the deathly underworld for many years, her hair and eyebrows were thick black, her eyebrows were raised high on the bone, her eye sockets were deep, she was painted with a dark green slightly pearlescent truncated smoky makeup, and her lips were also greenish black.

Such an image may be a little strange and not in line with the public aesthetics on a human being, but if it is placed on a female warrior of the Protoss who is close to one meter nine in height, it is extremely reasonable.

Schiller pulled the car to a slow stop, circled around the back of an apartment building and returned to the ramp where he had turned before, and then turned in the other direction, and Natasha, who was sitting in the passenger seat, raised an eyebrow and asked, "What's wrong?" How did you divert it? ”

"Because I just thought of a better way, Your Highness Hela, since you didn't inform my friend as soon as you found me, presumably we are standing together, in that case, can you please do me a favor?"

Hela looked at Schiller in the rearview mirror as if she was interested, flicked her fingers, and asked, "If I help you, how are you going to repay me?" ”

Natasha immediately gasped, she looked at Hela through the gap between the two co-pilot seat pillows and said, "I advise you to put away that bold idea, and guess why I'm here?" ”

"I saw the scene after the passionate exchange between the two of you, it's quite interesting, are you interested in other people's internal organs?" Hela asked, looking into Schiller's eyes in the rearview mirror.

"I'm only interested in fish offal." Schiller shook his head slightly, turned the steering wheel, and said in a polite gesture: "If you can't catch a fish, it's not elegant to chase another angler with a fishing rod." ”

Hela laughed deeply, she understood what Schiller meant, and she was amused by the description, she sighed lightly.

"Okay, so what do you want me to help you with?"

"Mind being a star? Lady? ”