In the Karma Taj Zen Room, the serious atmosphere of the conversation was finally broken. Strange closed the black notebook, placed it again between the two of them, then tapped the cover with his finger and asked: "You Who do you think is explaining all this to us?”
"I know what you want to ask." Stark covered his mouth with a wine glass, leaned back in his chair relaxedly, and said: "All the chaos that happened before, the intruders at the Asgard Technology Expo, the sudden Membership gifts, the Mandarin and his ten rings, the messy kids, and more..."
"Everything happened without warning before, and then suddenly broke out, beyond everyone's expectations. The motives, methods and results of everything were messy like a ball of yarn, so of course you will think of a name - Schiller .”
Strange pursed his lips and did not respond, but he was actually saying that he did not need to respond. This was obvious.
In the entire universe, where there is trouble and where there is not trouble, where there is something missing and where there is too much, who kills whom and who does not kill whom, who cooperates with whom and who does not cooperate with whom, which company does red things and which company does white things, Where is the gong and where is the drum? If you want to get the answers to all these questions, you only need to do one thing - find Schiller.
This is not only the consensus of everyone in the League of Radiance, but also gradually developed into the consensus of all superheroes on earth. Even Matt has chosen to go to the clinic to find Schiller as soon as possible. Who can be expected not to do this?
Seeing the determined expression on Strange's face, Stark showed a very complicated expression. Strange stared at Stark's face and narrowed his eyes. Before he could ask, Stark Just take the initiative.
"I know you all doubt Schiller, but he has an alibi."
"who?"
"I."
As Stark narrated, time went back to about two weeks ago. Stark, who was staring at the instruments in the laboratory, suddenly felt a movement in his heart, and the voice of another soul appeared in his mind, but he was already very familiar with it. .
"Nar disappeared."
That was Batman's voice. Stark's wrist holding the pen paused slightly. He turned the pen in his hand and said, "It's not important. Anyway, our research on him has been basically completed, and he is nothing." used."
After speaking, Stark stood up and pulled down the blinds by the window. After being away from Jarvis for so long, he finally had some ability to take care of himself. At least he figured out how to pull down the blinds and how to close the fan blades.
"Who do you think did it?"
"Who else could have done it?"
Batman seemed a little silent, but after a moment, he said: "The Schiller you know is different from the Schiller I know."
"But it's essentially the same." Stark didn't hesitate. He threw the pen back into the pen holder. He failed, but he didn't care about it anymore. Instead, he walked to the cabinet where the small instruments were placed and used the glass door to He adjusted his shirt in his reflection, then walked to the door, picked up his coat, and put on his coat.
"Are you going to just go find him?"
"if not?"
Batman was a little silent again, as if he didn't know how to evaluate Stark's mobility, but when Stark walked out of the door, Batman said, "Don't you bring a gift when you visit him?"
"I just went to him to ask about his plan. What gift should I bring?" Stark's tone was full of confusion.
"Do you think if you just rush over to him, he will tell you the truth?"
"He wouldn't tell me the truth if I didn't rush over to him."
Batman was silent again. As Stark walked out, he raised his hand and said, "Come on, it's not that complicated. I spend at least 200 million US dollars a year on my mental health management. Pepper and Obama Dai Yadu can testify, isn’t this better than passing a bottle of red wine politely?”
Batman stopped talking, but he may have felt that his attitude did not agree with him. As Stark got on the shuttle, he said: "I can feel from your attitude that the Schiller you met should be the same as me." The one I met is very different, he probably pays great attention to etiquette."
"The Schiller that I know, if I went to him now with a bottle of wine that would be prohibitively expensive to anyone but me, he would put a dent in my mental health management budget. A great addition to help treat the social problems associated with my anxiety disorder.”
"As you wish," was all Batman could say.
The shuttle soon stopped at Arkham Sanitarium, but the receptionist at the front desk told Stark that Schiller was not here. Stark said proudly: "Look, I knew he must be here now." As for Research Naer, Schiller will disappear for a few days, pretending to be on vacation, and then a series of complicated and troublesome plans will be laid out in front of us. I know him too well."
"Are you going to stop him?"
"Of course not, most of his plans are beneficial, and he can always organize many complicated things into one line after another, so that they belong to the same purpose, and then disperse them into many different small goals, completing them in one go. "
"Honestly, this seems like a miracle to me, but it is not a bad thing for me, mankind, or the nine kingdoms. It can also be said to be of great benefit."
"But it is true that to a certain extent, I have to stop him, because in the process of completing this plan, he is consuming himself uncontrollably. I couldn't understand his series of complicated plans before, and I couldn't find the opportunity to intervene. I wanted to interfere with him but was afraid of screwing up everything myself, but it’s very different now.”
Batman sent an affirmative thought through Stark's head, saying in a flat, declarative tone: "You grab a thread and I can hack anything."
"Thank you, man, if you weren't a rich man like me, I would definitely pay a lot of money to hire you as my staff." Stark whistled frivolously.
"Just keep it to pay your mental health management fees."
Stark didn't care at all about Batman's unique dry humor.
The situation between the two of them is very strange. They should be the least liked people by both parties. For Batman, Stark is too emotional and emotional, and always likes to add too much to rigorous calculations and deductions. Inspiration, he has no scruples in reducing work efficiency, he cannot take care of himself, and his private life is quite chaotic. He smokes, drinks, and goes to bars. He is a complete libertine.
To Stark, Batman is like an old-fashioned man who must live a rigid life with no passion at all. He is too suspicious and pursues minutiae. He believes that sparks of inspiration will only delay the efficiency of completing events and pursues absolute rationality. He also always likes to tell cold jokes.
It is indeed difficult for two people to get along, but the amazing thing is that during the time they shared the same body, they did not restrain their shortcomings, and even took the initiative to let them stand out.
Stark has actually not been drunk for a long time. It was just a manifestation of his previous anxiety attacks and escaping from reality. But recently, he likes to drink after experiments and let alcohol numb his brain. Paralyze Batman's brain to varying degrees, or throw yourself onto the deafening dance floor and sway your body to your heart's content.
Batman's obsessive-compulsive disorder is getting worse and worse. Every pen and piece of paper is placed in its designated position. Different symbols on each page of the calendar point to different passwords, and then point to different actions. They remember every face they have ever seen, remember the smallest details of each person's appearance and behavior, and store them in categories, keeping all the details of life in order, day after day.
They experienced two completely different lives in one person's time, bohemian and old-fashioned, relaxed and rigorous, leisurely and tense.
Iron Man and Batman are not completely free from social concerns. In the Justice League, Batman cannot let himself get drunk because he is everyone's hope. In the Avengers, Iron Man cannot behave too much. Nervous, because that makes everyone nervous.
When they use their own bodies, they can do things that they cannot do to maintain their image and identity or would not think of doing because of their personality. When they share the same body, they can do it to their heart's content.
Nervous people will relax, and casual people will be rigorous, which will fill their gaps in social identity and spiritual needs, making their mental state more stable and their behavior more sound.
Batman and Iron Man understand to some extent the reason why Schiller cut himself into so many pieces. When you separate all the one-sided traits in your personality and let them dominate your life in different time periods with their own specialties, Then you can adapt to society more perfectly externally and heal yourself internally.
Now Batman and Iron Man are exploring, assuming they are two personalities of one person, how to distribute their specialties to better adapt to life. When inspiration is needed, it is Stark who comes, and when inference is needed, it is Bat. Xia Lai, and more subtle aspects of life.
When they share a body, each other's thoughts and soul fluctuations can be well understood. In this way, after they are separated, they can learn from each other's methods of dealing with problems during this period and relax when they should be relaxed. , be nervous when you should be nervous.
Batman and Iron Man have almost equal intelligence, so they don't have to worry about rusting their brains when the other takes over the body, or being stuck in intelligence and unable to take over the previous person's work well. Their ideas connect smoothly and quickly. It's natural.
There is no such a wonderful opportunity in this world. Let another person of your own who has the same wisdom and understanding, and the complementary advantages and disadvantages of personality, teach you in your mind how to make up for your shortcomings and carry forward your advantages. They all understand this. So cherish this time very much.
"Are you really not going to prepare a gift?"
After Stark reboards the shuttle, Batman revisits the old story, and in a rare moment explains part of his thinking: "Without Schiller, I wouldn't be here, and we wouldn't be working together."
"You want to express your gratitude to him with a gift? That's so cliche." Stark shook his head, spread his hands and said, "The first time I saw him, I would give him a big hug. That's okay. Isn’t it enough?”
Batman fell into deep thought. He felt very ridiculous. For him, physical contact was not gratitude but torture. The thoughts of "what is on the other person" and "what will be the consequences of hugging him" will continue to torture him for about a week. .
"Okay, let me give you a demonstration." Stark moved his shoulders nonchalantly and watched the shuttle stop steadily at the door of the SHIELD Agent Training Academy. The receptionist just told They, Schiller are taking classes here.
Stark raised his hand and glanced at his watch and found that they had arrived at just the right time. Schiller should have just finished a class, so he tightened his coat, took off his sunglasses, and walked inside with smooth and coherent steps.
Pushing open the door to the classroom, he walked down the stairs at a brisk pace, not caring about the flow of students passing by in the opposite direction. Stark called out to Schiller, walked up to him and hugged him hard, and then said.
"I just went to the nursing home to look for you. You weren't there. They said you were taking classes here. How was the class?"
"Not bad, what's wrong?"
"Nothing, thank you."
"Oh, you're welcome. Want to go to the cafeteria?"
"Let's go."
Batman feels like he's still a long way from being sane.
(End of chapter)
