The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 2704 Hollywood Rhapsody (62)

Chapter 2704 Hollywood Rhapsody (Sixty-two)

"Eric, I think we need to talk." This was the twelfth time Charles had said this today. His moral requirements required him not to directly look at the answer in Eric's mind, especially when he was not wearing a helmet. Doing so would be tantamount to a breakup declaration.

But his curiosity, Charles thought, his damn curiosity - it had to be curiosity, not some short video syndrome - made him want to get an answer, but Eric was still as difficult as ever.

Charles had known for a long time that if Eric decided not to tell someone, no one else would ever know.

Like his ridiculous helmet, was it to keep Charles from prying into his past? Was there any past that the two of them didn't have in common?

If he had to give this helmet a name, Charles would call it "Don't Bother Me". Its main function is to prevent Charles from constantly saying "Eric, I think we need to talk" in his mind.

Charles knew it was annoying, but he couldn't help asking for the thirteenth time, and by the fourteenth time, Eric put his helmet back on.

As I said, friends of stubborn people will always be stubborn, but some are obviously stubborn, while others are invisible stubborn - Charles chose to come into Eric's spiritual world.

Don't ask what the difference is between this and direct brain wave invasion. The difference is that Charles can choose to knock on the door in his youthful appearance. Generally speaking, it works every time.

Eric opened the door anyway, seemingly unsurprised by Charles' arrival. Young Professor X gave him a bright smile and asked, "Where's Anya? Did she go out to play again?"

"She was taken away by the raccoon and the yellow mouse. They found a baby cradle used by a spirit race on another planet and took her away."

"This is rare." Professor X said, "The little girl should go out and play more instead of staying at home all day."

"If you had seen her German homework, you wouldn't think so." Eric walked into the room, and the first thing Charles saw was the paper on the table. There were many childish strokes on it, which looked much more related to Mayan writing than to German.

Charles looked around and said, "Do you miss those days so much? Do you have to stay in this house?"

Eric lowered his head to correct homework and said, "This is where Anya was born. It can provide the greatest stability for her spiritual body."

Charles couldn't help looking at the homework on the table. He stood up and began to walk around the room. Although he had been here many times, there were still endless details to see every time. He was obsessed with studying these details, and he could always find old memories of Eric that he didn't know.

Originally, Charles should have gotten straight to the point, but he was fascinated by the traces of life everywhere. When he was young, he also dreamed of becoming a detective. Unfortunately, he was the person in the world who could least be happy when a suspense was solved.

Charles looked out the window. He remembered that there were always a few crows there. The sky outside the window was gray. The buildings in Berlin were also different from what he remembered later. The walls were a hasty grayish-white color.

Charles knew very well that the spiritual world of many people was different from their memories. The difference was that the spiritual world would be processed by themselves. If somewhere was the utopia of their soul, it would appear more beautiful, and if somewhere made them feel fear, it would become darker and more terrifying.

But it's different here, Charles thought. It's hard for him to analyze Eric's feelings towards this house. On the surface, it looks gray and heavy. Even the ashes from the fire can't float high. This is a very specific psychological intention, which means that young Eric always feels heavy when he stays here.

But at the same time, it is not dark here, nor does it indicate any fear. On the contrary, it is always peaceful, and the fire in the fireplace flickers regularly.

If Charles had to describe it, this place would be like a small boat that drifts all the way from a stormy night to dawn. It looks fragile, but you know it can definitely hold on until dawn.

Charles came to the stairs. He had never been up there before. For a man who had been a cripple for decades, the steep stairs were very challenging from a spiritual level. Charles had no confidence that he could control his legs. Even in the spiritual world, falling down the stairs was terrifying.

But today he plans to go up and take a look.

"Can I go up?" Charles asked.

Eric didn't even raise his head and didn't answer, so Charles tried to move up the stairs. He knew Anya's room was upstairs, and the woman named Magda gave birth to Eric's eldest daughter in the upstairs bedroom.

Thanks to Anya, Charles realized that the short handrail on the edge of the stairs was prepared for Anya. Eric had prepared everything before the birth. He was looking forward to the life of a family of three, but unfortunately...

"Can I go up to see Mrs. Eisenhart?" Schiller asked. "The due date should be within this week. I have asked a friend to bring me a manual for delivery. I am sure there will be no problems, but I need to go up to confirm her condition."

"Of course." Eric's cigarette had burned out, and he opened the window to let out as much smoke as possible.

Schiller stood up and walked to the side of the stairs. Just as he was about to reach out to grab the handrail, he found that the handrail was too short and was not prepared for adults. So he turned to look at Eric and said with a smile: "It seems that you are ready to welcome a little one, but is it true? Aren't you really worried that she will fall down when she climbs the stairs at such a young age?"

"I think it will be her." Eric said with some pride: "My daughter will be very strong. She will be able to go down the stairs a week after she learns to walk. But if not, I will support her."

Schiller went up the stairs, while Eric went to the balcony to get some dried daisies. Pregnant women cannot use strong spices, but the old buildings in Berlin always emit a musty smell on rainy days, so they chose to use dried flowers as natural spices.

Soon, Schiller's greeting was heard. They were talking about topics related to prenatal preparations. Eric came to the balcony and when he reached out to take the flowers, a discordant noise appeared in the magnetic field.

He lowered his eyes calmly and twirled the dried daisy in his hand with his thin, slender fingers.

boom!

Jonathan quickly covered his face with his arms to prevent the sparks from splashing into his eyes. Dino, who was wiring the wall, turned around and looked at him: "What's wrong? Is there a short circuit?"

"No, no, you haven't even connected the power yet, how could there be a short circuit? I don't know why this thing suddenly..." Jonathan fiddled with the bug in his hand and said, "I was debugging it, and it suddenly exploded and smoked. Could it be broken?"

Dino put down the wire in his hand, walked over, picked up the small box, and broke the outer shell with force. A burnt smell came out, choking him and making him cough twice.

"Oh my god, how did it get burned like this?" Dino looked at the black residue inside and said, "I told you that the equipment made by the Polish guys is unreliable. Nick just wanted to save money..."

"We can't use the Soviets. They don't even have a shell. The Germans are too conspicuous. We can only make do with what we have." Jonathan took the eavesdropping device and said, "It was fine when I put it in the church. How come it broke so quickly?"

"It's really bad at the wrong time." Dino sighed and looked around. Now they were squatting under the wall of the old building. No one cared about them. But there were crows flying over their heads. He was worried that it would attract other people's attention.

Jonathan looked up at the weather vane on the roof. It looked like it was going to rain soon. He took out a thin book from his coat pocket and handed it to Dino, saying, "Put the book over there first. The woman in labor can't be delayed. I'll study it again. If I can't fix it, I'll take down the one I left at Arthur's place."

Dino nodded, tightened his windbreaker, and walked through the alley towards the bar at the end of the street, where some food was also provided during meal times. Dino bought a sandwich and put the manual between the two layers of paper that wrapped the sandwich.

Going around the back of the building, there is a very narrow staircase that leads to the roof of the house, but because it is an uphill slope, from the rooftop you can reach a house's window.

It was obviously a house that had been uninhabited for many years. Dino tiptoed and placed the sandwich on the edge of the balcony, which was visible from the master bedroom window of the house where the Eisenharts lived.

Schiller saw the furtive hand reaching up and the sandwich in it, but he said nothing to Magda, a woman radiating maternal love.

"I don't know how to express my gratitude, doctor. You saved both of us." Magda's eyes seemed to have tears. She said, "The escape was too difficult. We originally planned to go to Ukraine, but they just wouldn't let us go. I have a child, so we can't run any further. It would be better to return to Germany."

"Yes, ma'am, this is Magnus's home," Schiller said.

"Is he a city guy?" Magda asked. She wiped her eyes and said, "He never told me about his past."

"Yes, I think you can see that he had a good education, knew English and French, and could write very well, but unfortunately..."

"Yes, needless to say, we are all like this," Magda said. "I am a country girl, but I once had a very happy family. I am not even a Jewish believer. I don't know why they ..."

"Ma'am, everything is over now. Think about your child." Schiller said soothingly, "She will soon see the world. You and Magnus are capable of providing her with a safe environment."

"Yes, yes, I know." Magda seemed a little nervous. She looked into Schiller's eyes and said, "You are the same people, right?"

Schiller still asked gently: "What?"

"When we escaped, Max was... I mean Magnus, he... he was acting unusual, he always knew where the people who were chasing us were, and he made them disappear several times."

Schiller sighed slightly. He could see that she was not a smart girl, and could even be said to be a little stupid. She and Magneto were destined not to be together until the end.

"Yes, we are all a little special, but being special is a good thing in this era, isn't it?" Schiller looked into Magda's eyes and said, "This specialness saved your life once, and it will save you many more times."

"I hope so. I'm starting to feel a little tummy ache."

(End of this chapter)