"It would make sense if you had stayed in Germany." Natasha said as she thought: "The anti-Soviet thinking in that era was already very serious. Most of Europe had fallen, and the trend in Germany had always been Rather…radical.”
But Schiller shook his head and said: "It has nothing to do with thoughts and ideologies, nor does it have anything to do with wealth, value or living conditions. It has something to do with the law."
Natasha's eyes gradually changed. She leaned back and pressed tightly against the back of the chair, as if she wanted to escape from here, because she noticed something was wrong with the smile on Schiller's face, something very wrong.
"More importantly, if you remember my previous experience, then you should know how valuable an opportunity to leave that country was for me, and this was also the first time I was free from surveillance."
"First taste of the forbidden fruit." Natasha couldn't help but pronounce the word that came to mind, but Schiller looked at her as if he was a little surprised, and then said with a smile: "Maybe the surname of the person who sculpted your suffering is Rodin, madam. .”
Natasha was not happy at all about this compliment. She seemed to have imagined in advance what Schiller's next topic would be, and tried hard to close her ears and thoughts in advance.
"How about we just focus on fishing?" Schiller looked at the water again and raised another possibility.
"God, stop torturing me. If you want to say it, say it quickly. I swear, I will clearly record every word you say in SHIELD's confidential files!" Natasha said through gritted teeth.
"You can just say that you want to make them public." Schiller hadn't forgotten to make a light-hearted joke. Natasha found that the Schiller she was facing now had a sense of humor that she didn't usually have. It seemed like he was good at chatting.
He is indeed very good at it. Natasha even thought with some despair that even though she knew that he might talk about some topics that would cause pollution just passing through her mind, Natasha still sat here motionless. And she had ten thousand excuses for her to leave here, such as going to see Nick and Steve's fish love.
But her whole body seemed to be nailed here, and she was even curious about the next topic.
"As we all know, medical schools and law schools in the United States cannot be admitted directly, but require a certain academic foundation. But it was not difficult for me. It took me about three months to weave a seamless identity for myself, and then Became a student of surgical medicine.”
"Do you have a surgical education background?" Natasha was a little surprised.
"Although I almost never show it, yes, I have studied surgical techniques, but I am not very skilled. I cannot compare with our Mr. Hand of God, and I am not dazzling even among students."
Natasha narrowed her eyes. She instinctively caught the anomaly in Schiller's words, so she stared into Schiller's eyes through the fishing rod and said, "Or are you trying to make yourself less dazzling?"
"It's not a good thing to be too dazzling. I come from a remote town in Nevada. With my own efforts and the appreciation of a professor, I stand shoulder to shoulder with the geniuses of the medical school. I am a devout Catholic and I set aside a whole day every weekend. Heaven is in God’s house.”
"It's not novel." Natasha leaned back again, looked at Schiller from head to toe, and said, "It's conceivable. At least your theological knowledge is sufficient."
"Yes, I often talk about this with my companions. They are not very interested, and they occasionally give me a few perfunctory words, but this is enough."
"So what did you do with that day?"
"Something interesting."
Natasha knew that the highlight was coming. She felt that her palms were sweating and her heart was beating fast, but she felt that she was just sitting here safely and listening to a past event, so why should she be so excited?
But at this moment, Schiller suddenly lifted the fishing rod, and another plump bass flew up. Natasha nimbly ducked back to avoid the tragedy of being slapped by the fish.
The female agent reacted very quickly, and Schiller grabbed the fish even faster, slapped it on the ice, made it faint, and then put the fish into the water tank in the same way.
"Look, this is the joy of fishing. This fish is obviously still alive, but death is only a matter of time. In order to survive, it struggles so savagely, ugly and unbearable, but the fisherman still sits firmly."
"...civilized like a killer." Natasha introduced.
Then she took a deep breath, lowered her eyes and looked at the still-rippled frozen water, and said, "Who did you kill? Your teacher, your classmates, or an unrelated stranger?"
After Schiller took care of everything, he used a towel to wipe the water on his hands. His hands were frozen and his fingertips were a little white, but when he exerted force, the veins and lines on the back of his hands showed that they were still strong.
"I will make a specific bait to catch a certain type of fish." Schiller folded his hands together.
Natasha fell into deep thought. Her brain was running rapidly, and she was speculating that Schiller must have done no good after breaking away from his original prison and coming to a vast new world of freedom. Why did he come?
"Revenge?" Natasha stared at Schiller's face and spit out one word.
"Partly so." Schiller wrapped his coat a little tighter, folded his hands on his abdomen, crossed one leg over the other, and said: "But it is impossible for me to rush into their home and use A volley of bullets cuts them open, and I know that's American style assassination, but it's very difficult to do in reality."
"You have feelings that ordinary people don't have, and you have a very strong body. It is not difficult to sneak into the assassination." Natasha frowned and asked: "Why don't you do this?"
"This brings us back to the previous topic." Schiller lowered his head and smiled helplessly and said: "What is the most important thing about sneaking into an assassination? It is not sneaking in and assassinating, but leaving quickly after succeeding, destroying evidence, Fly far away."
"That's right." Natasha was wrong, she said: "If you need to kill multiple targets in a short period of time, the people chasing you will always be able to find clues from these intensive infiltration assassinations. If If you don’t move completely away from this area as soon as possible, the chance of getting caught is very high.”
"No, the problem does not lie at this step. In other words, the problem occurred before we even reached the point of being on the run."
Schiller sighed deeply, and Natasha really heard sadness and helplessness from this sigh, and a temperament that Natasha had never thought of appeared in Schiller's body, that is, melancholy .
No one in this world expected Schiller to be worried, but now this is what happened. Schiller's expression now can almost be called a frown.
"I have said before that my various desires grew up with my pathology, which deeply affected them and became one with them to some extent."
Schiller finally stood up from the fishing chair, squatted next to his duffel bag, and pulled out a small bottle of wine. It looked like the kind sold on convenience store shelves. From the body to the bottle cap, it is mini and cute.
"I guess you could use a stiff drink, ma'am."
Natasha's eyes widened. She swallowed and said, "Even if this may be a weapon that can drag me into a dream - yes, let a Russian stay in such a cold environment for three days." Not drinking for an hour is a terrible form of abuse."
Schiller opened the bottle cap, and the charming aroma of wine spread. Natasha almost snatched the bottle of wine and poured it into her mouth. After the world was spinning, she found herself in Schiller's thinking tower. middle.
Unlike everyone else who came here, Natasha's first reaction was: "This wine is so strong, can you give me some more?"
"Don't be too greedy, ma'am. Even if you are a genetically modified person, you can't bear more. Come with me and show you something."
Natasha followed Schiller forward, looking up at the busy scene in the tower, and asked: "I still can't help but ask, why me?"
"As you said, madam, you are good at accepting everything that reality brings to you calmly, and rarely make a fuss. The two of us are more like it."
"More importantly, if I took my group of friends and showed them those things... they would probably treat me like crazy, even crazier and more extreme than before, and I don't think that's good."
"You could have kept it secret from everyone," Natasha pointed out, "and you didn't have to show it to me."
"But if no one has the answer, they keep digging, and that's annoying."
It was the first time Natasha saw such a real expression of impatience on Schiller's face, which made her sure that the Schiller in front of her was indeed not that doctor, because that doctor would never be sensitive to any of his friend's problems. If you get impatient, you just want them to ask for a while longer.
When she thought of this, Natasha took two steps back to the side and stared at Schiller in front of her. The image of Schiller in the tower of thinking was different from that in the real world.
He was wearing a dark gray turtleneck sweater, looked younger, and did not wear glasses, but what surprised Natasha the most was that this Schiele had semi-long hair, and any hair that was longer than shoulder length was used. A leather band was tied behind his head, but some were scattered in front of his forehead.
"Oh my God!" Natasha exclaimed sincerely, and then said: "If you appeared in front of me in this shape for the first time, I would sleep with you no matter what, a perfect ascetic-slut."
"This is not what we should be concerned about now, madam. Besides, if you really do this, you will definitely not survive today. I will explain to you the reason later."
Schiller and Natasha came to the elevator on the first floor, but this elevator, which originally started on the ground floor, now had an option to go to the negative floor.
Natasha had never been here before and didn't know if this was normal, but she watched Schiller press the button on the negative floor, and the elevator trembled for a while and then slowly slid down.
Natasha waited for the elevator door in front of her to open, but what opened was not the door on the side of the elevator that they walked in, but the floor at the foot of the elevator. With a "click", the floor separated into two halves. Tasha and Schiller just fell in together.
Before Natasha even had time to be surprised, she found herself floating in darkness. She looked up and found that the elevator that carried them quickly slid upwards and disappeared into the darkness above her like a meteor.
Natasha looked around and then at her feet. She saw nothing, but she felt keenly that she seemed to be floating upward, just like a diver being slowly lifted up by the buoyancy of the sea.
Suddenly, she felt something hit the top of her head. Natasha stretched out a hand to touch it up, but soon she felt Schiller's hand on her shoulder.
"do not move."
Natasha instinctively did as she was told. The next second, there was a "bang" and her whole body was flipped over by Schiller, but it was not in a drowning position with her head down. She felt her feet landing on the ground.
It took Natasha a few seconds to adjust her sense of direction. At this time, she realized that she was standing with her feet on the ceiling she had just touched, and that she was stepping on the opposite side of the floor of the tower of thought.
Suddenly, Natasha found a little light in the darkness. She frowned and looked at the beam of light in front of her and asked, "What is that?"
"Oh, that was a hole made before. The story is about to start from here."
(End of chapter)
