Eddie nodded, and then turned his attention to the bomb in his arms. He pointed there with the finger holding the cigarette and said:
"So, you're going to make them pay something?"
Bob also looked down at the bomb in his arms, pursed his lips and said, "No way? Anyway, my daughter and I can't survive, and they must pay the price for their actions..."
"With all due respect, you are brave, but stupid." Eddie squinted his eyes and said, "You can't hurt Stark by doing this, you can only hurt yourself."
Bob seemed a little unconvinced. He held his breath and said: "As far as I know, many unemployed public transportation workers are protesting and demonstrating, and many people have also caused bombings..."
"I believe that as long as those damn shuttles fall down a few more times, people will definitely know that buses are the safest!"
"Tony Stark, that damn playboy, made money that should have been mine, and I have to get it back!"
Eddie shook his head and said: "What we want to discuss now is not how you can make Stark pay the price, but how you can save yourself. This does not include when you are holding a bomb. Are you still so excited, aren't you afraid of accidentally pressing the switch?"
Bob felt as if a bucket of ice water had been poured on him. He suddenly threw away the leather bag in his arms in panic, and said tremblingly: "I...I'm not...Oh my God, how could I build a bomb? I …”
Bob sniffed and said, "My dad used to be an engineer. I saw him tinkering with this, so I know how to do it, but that was a long time ago, and I don't know how I remembered it..."
"Passionate killing." Schiller suddenly said, "Emotional stimulation, excitement, increased blood pressure, and faster breathing rate will cause blood to rush to the brain, prompting people to recall forgotten knowledge, which is among the passion killings of ordinary people. A typical example of sudden improvement in ability and knowledge..."
When Eddie and Bob looked at each other at the same time, Schiller lowered his head again, as if he was asleep. After a while, he got excited again and said, "What's wrong?"
Bob was startled by him, and Eddie quickly comforted him: "Ignore him, this friend of mine is not in a good state of mind. I originally took him out to relax... Oh, by the way, you said you were neglecting your daughter. I suffer from epilepsy, and I happen to be going to my friend’s psychological clinic to pick up something, maybe there will be medicine there.”
Bob's eyes widened immediately and he said: "Psychological clinic? This friend of yours is a psychiatrist? Then how come he still..."
"A doctor cannot heal himself." Eddie shrugged, stood up first, pulled Bob up, and said, "I remember someone told me that Schiller's psychological clinic stocked a lot of medicine. But I’m not a doctor, and he’s not in a good condition right now, can you identify the medicine your daughter is taking?”
"Of course!" Bob jumped up from the ground and said, "If that's the case, that would be great. After all, I have no place to buy medicine without a prescription, and those black clinics are unreliable..."
Eddie said as he led Bob and Schiller to the psychology clinic, "You have to make sure you know the correct dosage..."
"Don't worry, my daughter has been suffering from this disease for a long time. After a long period of illness, I am almost half a doctor."
After a while, the three of them arrived at the door of Schiller's psychological clinic. Schiller was in good spirits when he left, so the door was locked. Unfortunately, as his mental condition deteriorated, he lost the key. But that didn't stop Eddie.
Just as Bob was about to step forward and say that he knew how to pick locks, Eddie stretched out his arm and waved back. Bob immediately covered his mouth and took a few steps back.
When Venom appeared, he wanted to use violence to directly lift the rolling shutter door, but after thinking about it, he let the slime enter the keyhole and pry the lock open.
After entering the clinic, it was a mess, and Eddie had no time to clean it up. He directly asked Venom in his mind: "Where is the place where Schiller stocked up on medicines that Peter told you?"
"There are refrigerators in the basement. Some drugs need to be refrigerated. However, there are some addictive drugs there that are dangerous, so..."
Eddie did not continue to listen to Venom's words. He waved directly to Bob and said, "The medicine is in the basement. You can find it yourself."
After saying that, he went upstairs to pack Schiller's luggage. Bob felt a little flattered. He said, "Isn't it bad if I just go in and rummage around like this? If the doctor wakes up, he will be angry." Bar?"
Schiller stood by the door, looking at his fingers without saying a word. Bob hesitated for a moment, and finally walked out.
There was indeed a dazzling array of medicines underneath, most of which Bob didn't recognize, but he did find epilepsy medicines, and the medicines were quite complete. Bob didn't care too much, took out all the explosives in his bag, and then Pill box stuffed to the brim.
Eddie also took Schiller with him and said goodbye to Bob at the door of the clinic. Bob was anxious to go home to deliver medicine to his daughter, so Eddie took out his business card, which he had written last night. He said : "Here is my phone number and address. If you need help, just call this number. Of course, if you are willing to talk to me, a former gold medal reporter, about your story, I will also be happy to hear it..."
Bob felt very touched, so he put the business card in his arms, hugged Eddie, and turned away.
But unexpectedly, as soon as Eddie and Schiller returned to Eddie's residence, his phone rang, and Bob's anxious voice came from the other side. He said, "Uh, um, Mr. Bullock, I'm sorry, so I'm going to bother you soon, but one of my colleagues committed suicide. I rescued him, but he is not very well now, and I don't know how to comfort him. Can you come over? Or, your doctor friend Do you know what to do?"
Eddie took the phone and looked back at Schiller, and then at his watch. After more than a day together, he had figured out the time period when Schiller returned to normal. Basically, it was during meal time. He could maintain about one Many hours of wakefulness.
However, Eddie's work and rest schedule is not very healthy. All meal times are postponed by about two hours. For example, breakfast is at 9:30, lunch is at 2 p.m., and then there is midnight snack.
Eddie guessed that these time periods probably corresponded to the class time periods when Schiller received treatment as a child, that is, classes started at around 9 a.m., ended nap at around 2 p.m., and got up to attend classes until going to bed at night.
This kind of routine may have been engraved in Schiller's subconscious. Even when he was sick, he would appear more awake during the course time, which was the time to communicate with teachers or doctors.
Eddie calculated the time and felt that if he rushed there now, he should be able to catch up with Schiller when he woke up in the morning. So, he put down his luggage, took Schiller, and rushed to the street Bob mentioned.
When they got there, Eddie was a little surprised that the house Bob rented was closer to Hell's Kitchen than the house he rented.
It was a narrow, dark edge alley with a row of low bungalows.
Eddie walked in and knocked on the innermost door. As soon as he walked in, he looked at Bob and said, "Man, you are so brave! You dare to rent a house here. What gave you such a Courage?”
Bob sighed and said: "I was deceived... but fortunately, my colleague Brod is an aboriginal here. He helped me a lot, but..."
Bob shook his head, pointed inside, and said, "My daughter lives in the back room. When I first came back, I heard her crying. I asked her what she was crying about, and she said she smelled something strange. The smell, when I walked into this room, Brod wanted to burn charcoal and commit suicide."
"Fortunately, I came in quickly and quickly opened the doors and windows for ventilation. At that time, he was already a little unconscious, but he woke up soon."
Bob pursed his lips and said: "But after he woke up, he was in a bad mood and wanted to cut his wrists. I heard that your friend is a psychiatrist. Can you think of a way to enlighten him? He also has a college student. Where is his son?"
Eddie poked his head in and saw a bearded man slumped in the corner of a narrow bungalow room. He was quite strong but mentally weak, and he was holding a wine bottle in his hand.
Faced with this situation, Eddie, a layman who had not yet begun self-study, was completely helpless.
He did know that he should first ask the reason, then find the cause of the disease, and then enlighten him step by step. However, the tutorials he saw online were one thing, and the actual operation was another.
When asking the reason, how can we ensure that we do not irritate the patient? How can you ensure you find the key when looking for the cause? And if we find the wrong one, wouldn't the subsequent derivation be completely wrong?
Eddie turned his head and looked at Schiller who was standing behind him. Unexpectedly, Schiller did not step forward directly, but began to retreat.
Schiller walked directly out of the door of the bungalow, turned around and wanted to leave, but as if he didn't know the way, he stopped at the corner and leaned against the wall and squatted down.
Eddie sighed. He thought that he had never encountered such a ridiculous thing in his life. If he wanted a psychiatrist to treat his illness, he had to cure the psychiatrist first. This life was really more exciting than being the editor-in-chief. I don’t know how many times.
Eddie had to squat next to Schiller again. He was a very typical liberal arts student, so he was more sensitive to certain issues than science students who were used to thinking about cause and effect with logical thinking.
"Judging from your importance, you have disappeared for so long and Stark and the others haven't come to you yet, which means that there may be some conflicts between you. You don't want to deal with them, and they don't want to deal with you either."
"It can be seen from your current mental state that you should value your friends very much. It may be that some of your quarrels have stimulated you, or it may be that the emotional pressure caused you to collapse during the Cold War. "
"But I don't understand, why does this deny your identity as a doctor?" Eddie turned his head and frowned, looked at Schiller and said: "I don't mean to kidnap you morally, but under certain conditions, doctors shouldn't Treat every patient as equally as possible?”
"You go to treat S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, superheroes, and super-rich people. Why can't you treat ordinary people?"
Schiller gradually came to his senses. He raised his eyelids vigorously and said, "I can't treat ordinary people. I don't like them. I don't like ordinary people..."
"Why don't you like ordinary people? Because they are not strong enough? Because they are not rich enough?" Eddie asked, but soon he asked himself and answered: "Doctor, I don't think you are such a person. You are obviously here." I care about them, but I don’t seem to want to get close to them..."
Schiller lowered his head and said with some stumbling: "Among superheroes, I am a normal person, but among ordinary people, I am a madman..."
"In my superhero group, I play the role of a doctor." Schiller swallowed and said, "But among ordinary people, I am a patient."
Schiller took another deep breath and turned to look at Eddie. Eddie saw a pain that he couldn't understand in his eyes. Then, he heard Schiller say:
"My whole life, I have been learning how to pretend to be a patient while pretending to be an ordinary person."
"Among superheroes, if I don't act well, no one will be able to find out, because they are not ordinary people, and they won't care. Sometimes I behave abnormally, or I tolerate those abnormalities because I am kind enough."
"But if I were among ordinary people, they would think that I am a patient because of some of my abnormal behaviors." Schiller closed his eyes in pain, and then said: "Through their feedback, I will be continuously strengthened. , the fact that my acting was not good enough and I have never been cured..."
"This means that all my years of hard work have been of no use." Schiller closed his eyes, stretched out his trembling hand, and pressed it on the side of his neck.
Then, in the same trembling tone, he said:
"What's even more frightening is that this will prove that all the efforts of the doctors and nurses who tried to cure me at the expense of injuries and bleeding have been in vain."
