PFC Chapter 2707 Hollywood Rhapsody (65)
Chapter 2707 Hollywood Rhapsody (65)
Chapter 2707 Hollywood Rhapsody (Sixty-Five)
Nick was very alert and slowly approached the door. Schiller was telling Felix a joke about the suburbs of Berlin. Felix was laughing happily, with an abnormal redness on his pale face.
Nick put his hand on the gun at his waist, and Schiller leaned forward to check Felix's eyes and listen to his heartbeat with a stethoscope.
Nick still refused to relax until Jones pushed him and whispered in his ear: "You can't treat him as a criminal and ask him to be a doctor at the same time. Relax."
Nick sighed, walked in and said, "Since you are here, I will not waste any more words. Felix's father was an officer who helped us when we first came here, but he died, so we used his old house as our base and took care of Felix at the same time."
"This child has a congenital heart disease, but he didn't have surgery when he was young, so he has been very weak. The doctor said he only has a few years left to live. We need a surgeon to perform surgery on him now. Will it be you?"
Schiller listened carefully to the sound in the stethoscope, his face gradually becoming solemn. He turned to look at Nick and said, "He has completely missed the best time for surgery for congenital heart disease. If he does it now, the effect will not be as good, and there may be greater risks."
Nick didn't waste any time talking to him. He sat down beside the bed and looked at Felix and said, "Do you want to have surgery? Felix, it may make you healthier for the rest of your life, but it may also make you die or remain the same. Let's bet on whether you can live past 25."
"Of course I want to have surgery," Felix said. "If I die, I won't blame anyone. It's just a joke from God. But if I survive, maybe I can do something good for the world to repay God for letting me go."
"Good things will happen to pious children," Schiller said. "God will definitely stand on your side, as well as mine."
Jones was obviously a little worried, but he didn't say anything to stop him. Nick paused for a moment, then said, "I can get a ward in the field hospital, but it certainly won't meet the sterility standards of an operating room, and the drugs are only very common ones. But I can get a complete set of surgical instruments. Do you think this will work?"
"No problem." Schiller stood up and said, "This is my reward for helping Magda and Anya. God bless you."
"One last question." Nick did not give up his seat, but said in a muffled voice: "Are you really the church killer?"
"No, I'm not." Schiller answered very firmly: "I don't have any need to kill them. I'm just a doctor."
Nick stared at him with the deep eyes that only a secret agent could have, but finally made way. Ten minutes after Schiller left, Nick received a call, and there were sounds of varying lengths on the other end of the phone.
Nick's eyes widened, and he immediately called Jonathan to copy down the code. Looking at the numbers gradually appearing on the paper, Nick's lips trembled a little, and he slapped the table and said, "Quick, go check this coordinate!"
Schiller quickly returned to Eric's home. He picked up Anya from the cradle and rocked her, then sighed as he looked at the little girl who had just been born.
"Do you believe in my professionalism?" Schiller turned to Eric and asked.
Eric looked at him in silence, but finally nodded. Schiller said, "Thank you, because I have no way to prove my professional level now, and it would be great if you believe in me."
Eric had a bad feeling.
"Anya won't live past 10."
Schiller almost heard a flash of lightning ringing in his ears. He turned his head and the sparks from the magnetic field disappeared, but everything around him was becoming unstable and all the metal objects were shaking.
"If you destroy her family now, she may not even live to be five years old." Schiller said very bluntly: "You should understand that this situation is almost inevitable if you are born in this era."
Eric pursed his lips tightly, revealing an unprecedentedly broken expression. He could not accept this fact at all.
"You have two choices now," Schiller said: "Resign yourself to her fate and bury her in a grave, or find a way to keep her alive in another way."
Eric almost rushed over and snatched Anya from Schiller, as if he was eager to use something to protect her from the god of death that might be everywhere.
"What do you have in mind?" Eric asked him.
"Can you sense human brain waves?"
"No, I can't." Eric gave an answer that was beyond Schiller's expectations. Schiller was slightly stunned, and then said: "Well, you are still too young, maybe you really can't do it now."
"The human body will perish, but brain waves can be preserved in another way - everyone has a spiritual world, which can accommodate not only your own brain waves, but also others'. Brain waves are actually another form of magnetic field. If you can accurately find someone's brain waves in the magnetic field, then you may also be able to use the magnetic field to preserve the brain waves and put them into your spiritual world."
"In this way, Anya can get rid of the physical body that tortures her so much and live in your spiritual space. Perhaps when technology develops in the future, she can also have a new body."
Eric shook his head and said, "That's a myth."
"No." Schiller turned back and stared at Eric and said, "You know it's not. You know you can do it. Even if you take a step back, you should know that there must be mutants in this world who can do this."
Eric was stunned, then he sighed deeply. He looked at the tiny figure in the cradle, which was actually smaller than most healthy children.
Because her mother was displaced for most of her pregnancy and suffered an accident during childbirth, her unhealthy condition was almost obvious. Eric had no way to refute anyone's prediction that she would not live long. He had already acknowledged this in his heart, but he just didn't want to accept it.
"Are there really such mutants?"
"Yes," Schiller said, "but you must promise me that when you find him, you must show that you are only attracted to him and have found the God you want, and not for anything else."
"why?"
"Because if you don't act like you're willing, he'll definitely find a way to make you willing, and you're a natural kidnapper, and losing yourself is not a good thing."
At the time, Eric just thought he was talking nonsense.
"I haven't seen Anya in a long time." Charles said, with a hint of complaint in his tone. To Eric, this was equivalent to "You haven't let me get into your head and nag you for a long time."
Schiller was right; if he was a born kidnapper, Charles was a born hostage; he was always accustomed to playing the victim, a little too good at it.
Eric finally looked up from the homework, and Charles thought they could finally talk. Then Eric took out two documents from somewhere. Charles took a glance and found that they were the physical examination documents of Wanda's two sons.
"Wanda asked me to help take care of her child for two days." Charles said, "Actually, I have never taken care of such a young child. Maybe I need your help."
Of course, Charles is also good at dressing himself up as sweet bait and throwing out conditions that others can't refuse.
Eric was still looking at the medical examination records, seeming to be very absorbed, and occasionally lost in memories, as if he was comparing the similarities and differences between the two children and Anya's original situation.
"Wanda asked me whether she should let her father hold her hand as she walked towards Jarvis at their formal wedding. She said she didn't like this part because it made her look like a controlled object, but she respected tradition and didn't know whether to cancel it..."
Here it comes again. If the sweet bait covered with honey still cannot lure the target, the next step is the sharp fish hook. At this point, almost no one can refuse.
Eric put down the information in his hand, looked at him and said, "If I go, I will not put her hand into the hands of any man unless he can take her away from me."
"No, Eric, you can't do this." Charles acted helpless. He said, "Children have to grow up. Maybe Anya is the same. She has to grow up and have a family. It's not fair for her to be a child all the time."
It's still the same trick. No one knows how to pierce other people's hearts better than the master of mind reading, but Eric has become accustomed to it after so many times over the past few decades.
"Helen Stark is planning to be five years old again," Eric said. "This shows that children don't think growing up is a good thing. If Anya thought so, she wouldn't run off to play with raccoons and yellow mice."
Charles sighed deeply, showing his helplessness at not being able to convince Eric at all.
"I think our play is almost over," Eric said. "Mutants nowadays don't have time to play victims anymore. Would you consider changing your role?"
"What did you say?"
"Are we really out of control?" Eric looked into Charles' eyes and said, "Have the mutants ever been forced into a corner without any choice for even a single moment?"
Charles was silent.
"Just like all the loss of control for you and me, just like all the loss of control for the mutants, do we really have no choice at all? Or do we just want to vent our dissatisfaction, find a reason for our wanton killing, and continue to play the role of a victim who is not favored by God, so as to appease the fragile hearts of those weak ordinary people and alleviate their jealousy?"
"You can't say that, Eric. There are still many mutants who are out of control..."
"But they can't cause much damage." Eric continued, staring intently into Charles' eyes. "The ten most serious cases of mutants losing control of their lives were all caused by nearly perfect Alpha and above mutants. In fact, Alpha and Omega mutants are not that out of control at all, right?"
"Abilities can indeed get out of control..."
"But how can those frightened ants have the courage to provoke a lion that has just been angry? You are asking them to act panicked, as if all this is out of their control and they are also victims."
The look of surprise and questioning on Charles' face finally disappeared, and he stared at Eric's face as if he was a little angry.
"You just use this trick to kidnap ordinary people and tell them that even though we are so powerful, we also have weaknesses, so we are the same as you. Or to put it simply, you are paralyzing them."
"You make powerful mutants appear uncontrollable and miserable so that ordinary people will think that being a mutant is not a good thing. But you know how good the lives of mutants with perfect abilities are."
"You even spent decades in a wheelchair just to make ordinary people think that mutants are powerful. What's the price? In fact, there is no price at all. You are just performing."
"That's just to reduce the hostility of ordinary people." Charles said with averted eyes: "As long as they feel that we are not living well, they will not target us so easily..."
"It's this kind of performance that gives them the courage to target us. They think that even a swarm of ants can defeat a weak lion. This makes it easier for persecuted mutants to stand together. You know how many such children are admitted to Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters."
Charles finally couldn't help it, he slammed the table, "Eric, do you want to fight?"
"Angry out of shame," Eric commented.
(End of this chapter)