PFC Chapter 2762 Star Core Rescue (48)
Chapter 2762 Star Core Rescue (48)
Chapter 2762 Star Core Rescue (Forty-eight)
After having a good meal and a good drink, Peter collapsed on the sofa and sighed with satisfaction. He touched his belly and said, "Although the new sanatorium is big and luxurious, I still like it here."
He glanced back and found Schiller still busy in the kitchen, so he turned back and said with a bit of complaint: "You made me drink too much wine today, doctor, but you didn't drink much yourself. This is not fair at all..."
"Because I don't like sherry. Obviously I'm a Porter." Schiller looked back at him and said, "But I drank a glass too, just to give you face."
"You can't blame me for this." Peter looked up at the ceiling, his Adam's apple trembling as he spoke. He said, "You never discuss alcohol with me, as if I'm always 16 years old and can't even listen. I have no idea what kind of alcohol each of you likes to drink."
"There's no need to know," Schiller said. "I think only alcoholics care about this. It doesn't matter what kind of wine a non-alcoholic prefers."
Schiller was cutting the vegetables slowly, but the plate in the sink showed that they had already eaten the salad, but Schiller was still slowly cutting the purple cabbage with a knife. With each cut, countless purple shreds fell off.
Suddenly, his hands stopped, as if he couldn't control his body, and a look of panic appeared on his face. He whispered, "No, don't open the elevator! Overtake me... He violated the rules!"
The next second, thin fingers grabbed the knife, Schiller turned around, and walked behind the sofa with the knife. Peter tilted his head back and raised his eyes as high as possible, as if he wanted to see behind him in this funny posture.
A hand was placed on Peter's Adam's apple. Peter did not move, but looked up in confusion.
When he opened his eyes wide, he saw that Schiller, who appeared right above him, was not wearing glasses, and his unfocused gray eyes were looking into his eyes.
"You taught your little lamb well, Greed."
Peter heard the low, contented tone of voice, and instinctively he struggled.
The next second, the knife replaced the hand and blood spurted out, but the process was very short and Peter soon stopped moving.
The next second, the knife was pulled out. Schiller held onto the back of the sofa in a somewhat embarrassed manner, panting and clenching his teeth as he cursed, "You guys are really crazy! How dare you rob the elevator?!"
"Don't make a mistake." He suddenly changed his expression to a cold one, then revealed a mischievous smile, leaned on the sofa and said, "Only you need an elevator, and we are the real Schiller."
Schiller slowly straightened his body. His brain seemed to be still boiling, but it was of no use. Some resistance was suppressed. He ignored Peter's body, but slowly walked to the island counter and picked up the bottle of wine.
"I'm just thanking the little guy for the wine."
The next second, Schiller lay on the table again. He gritted his teeth and pounded the table and said, "You have never replaced arrogance by force! I want to protest!"
“Guess who’s the biggest Shirley party member?”
A morbid and teasing voice echoed in the tower.
Greed was looking down from the highest point, while Pride, dressed in a black suit, was holding a wine glass, standing among a group of colorful morbidities, looking up from the first floor.
Greedy murmured and fell silent.
He walked over and moved Peter's body to the ground, and at the same time called SHIELD. This time it was Nick who came in person, and he was surprised when he saw Peter's body.
But he soon realized something and said nothing as he walked over. He just patted Schiller on the shoulder silently when he passed by.
Schiller saw Peter, who was anxiously waiting in the kingdom of death. He was treated differently from others. Death seemed to keep its distance from him. It did not lock him in a small box, but let him walk alone in the garden.
Seeing Schiller's figure, Peter rushed up and asked anxiously: "What's wrong? Doctor, are you okay?!"
"Are you sure you should ask this?" Schiller said slowly.
Peter was stunned for a moment, then said, "What else? Oh, I also want to ask what happened. Are you affected by something? Or is there some danger approaching me that I can't avoid if I don't come here?"
Schiller shook his head and said nothing. He seemed both surprised and not surprised by the result. He just told Peter everything as it happened.
Unexpectedly, Peter was not surprised after hearing this. He sat down at the table in the garden, put one hand on the table and said, "Actually, after coming back from the fighting world, I felt that my mood was not very good, but not very intense. I just always thought about things that I didn't think about before, such as the meaning of the existence of superheroes."
"In fact, I am also surprised that I would make the decision to give my ability to others. Sometimes I wonder if this is really my decision. I also want to protect ordinary people who go home at night. Can I throw away my ability and responsibility and make such a ruthless decision?"
"But no matter what." Peter raised his head, looked at Schiller with his shining eyes and said, "They shouldn't let you suffer such pain, doctor. At that time, you... I mean, the you who I am most familiar with hid, right?"
"It's not what I want." Schiller felt that the explanation was a little pale, but he couldn't deny it, even though it sounded very much like shirking responsibility.
Peter breathed a sigh of relief and said, "That's good. When I first came here, I thought that it must not be you. It must be a very scary murderer who would not feel bad about killing me. This is the only good news."
Schiller paused with his hands also on the table, and said, "Don't you feel sad?"
"Why are you sad? Are you sad that you escaped?" Peter shook his head and said seriously, "You are a mental patient. You would think that killing someone with your own hands has some crazy special meaning, but I am not. I am a normal person. I am only glad that my caring elders avoided something that might leave people with traumatic disorders. I think this is a blessing in disguise."
Schiller was speechless.
He has never had any way to deal with normal people like this, whether it's Clark or Peter. These people who are normal to the point of being abnormal are the natural nemesis of people like Schiller. Their thoughts will never be led by Schiller, and they will insist on their own way and are infinitely close to another kind of madness.
"Doctor, if you think the problem lies in the body, have you ever considered genetics?" Peter suddenly proposed a new possibility. He said, "I remember you said before that there is a group of people who are naturally mentally unstable. This has nothing to do with their experiences or living environment. It is more like some kind of genetic inheritance."
Schiller sat next to him and quickly got into the mood. He said, "This situation does exist, and it can be said to be very common. Some people's conditions do not reach the level of mental illness, so mental instability over generations has been ignored. But in fact, this may indeed be related to genetic genes. Do you think someone has tampered with the genes of these people?"
"That's indeed possible." Peter looked at Schiller and said, "If we replace all of these people's genes that determine their mental state with genes that may cause mental instability, can we artificially transform them all into people with mental instability?"
"I have not done research on this," Schiller said. "I am not a brain scientist or a geneticist. From a psychological perspective, I think this is possible."
"Then it is very likely to be the case, because I understand genetics." Peter said: "Although human research on genes is not particularly in-depth at present, there have been some results in recent times, especially in the relationship between genes and brain science."
"I have a way to verify this conjecture." Peter stood up and said, "Where are the bodies of those people you killed before, doctor?"
"All in S.H.I.E.L.D."
"Let's go to S.H.I.E.L.D."
Soon Schiller and the resurrected Peter came to the place where SHIELD stored the bodies. Nick was checking the bodies, but he was very careful and everyone was wearing protective clothing.
"I'm glad you're okay, Peter." Nick came over and hugged him.
"If you want to accuse me, you have to wait until this is over." Peter half-jokingly walked away from Nick and looked up at the body placed in the safe cabin.
Nick slowly stepped back to Schiller and said, "I think he's becoming more and more like you, what do you think?"
"Yes, he is really good and calm."
"I mean he's getting crazier!!!" Nick roared, "How can Spider-Man say he has to wait until this is over before charging me?! You've completely corrupted him!!!"
"My pleasure." Schiller gave a provocative smile.
Peter looked at the corpses, then turned to Nick and said, "I think we can revive these corpses and see if the spirits inside the corpses are still contaminated in some way. This way we can be sure that the contamination is indeed present in the body, and by observing how it contaminates the spirit, perhaps we can figure out where in the body it is hiding."
Peter's train of thought obviously took a leap, and Nick didn't react. He said, "This body is very dangerous, and these people have been resurrected. They can't..."
"What I mean is that we simulated a brain wave, that is, we created a ghost and put it into a corpse, then resurrected him and observed how the ghost was contaminated by the pollutants in the corpse."
Nick gasped, then glared at Schiller and said, "Look at the mad scientist you created!"
"I'm not crazy, Nick." Peter was still trying to explain, "Because we found out too late, and for safety reasons, we had to take such tough measures the moment we found out, and there was no chance to observe. But observation is the best way to get clues. Since we missed it with a living person, using a corpse will do."
Then he stepped forward and explained sincerely: "I know that if this is the case, I can't escape responsibility, but I still say that if I am destined to be accused, I have to finish this matter first, because Gwen and others are in danger now. Saving them is more important than judging me."
"No one wants to judge you!" Nick said firmly, "No one will know about this, and those who know will not betray you. What I'm saying is that your method is too dangerous!"
"More dangerous than judging me?"
Nick took a deep breath, looked at Peter, then at Schiller, and then at Peter. He gritted his teeth and cursed, saying, "I have to admit that it is more dangerous to try you, because if I put you in jail, in addition to this lunatic named Rodriguez, there will be lunatics named Stark, Rogers, and Strange who will come looking for me."
"Believe me, all the other crazy people combined are not as good as me." Schiller said proudly, "You won't even have the chance to meet them."
Nick couldn't stand these mental patients anymore. He slammed the table and said, "I told you, I will never allow this..."
Peter took out his phone, waved it in front of Nick, and said, "Things are different now, Director. The third generation Spider-Man account has more than 400 million fans on the Internet..."
Nick took a deep breath, his eyes nearly popping out of their sockets, but Peter continued, "If you don't let me participate in the investigation, I'll publicly turn myself in. If you pin all the charges against Mysterio on me, you'd better think about how you're going to deal with these lunatics while I'm in prison for 300 years."
Nick blurted out a swear word.
But in the end, he compromised, and looked at Peter who immediately started to work, and said to Schiller while enduring the pain in his forehead.
"Tell me he was drunk. Really, I can't accept any other possibility besides him being drunk and crazy."
"Yes, he was drunk," Schiller said with a smile, "but he's almost 30, he's not a kid anymore."
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