The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 2681 Hollywood Rhapsody (39)

Chapter 2681 Hollywood Rhapsody (Thirty-nine)

When Stark saw the thin mist floating over, his eyes widened and he didn't even care about the pain in his body.

Of course he knew who the mist represented, but the question was how could Schiller in this era have mist? Wasn't it because of the symbiote that he could turn into mist? Was there a symbiote in this era?

Wait, Schiller also traveled back in time, didn't he?!

Stark suddenly realized that he had found the truth and yelled in his heart: "Schiller, you damn liar!!!"

But before he could make any unnecessary moves, he found that the floating mist suddenly stopped.

The air is flowing, and nothing in the air can be completely still. This makes abnormal things completely separate from the air, forming its own kind of weirdness.

Garrett turned around suddenly, but Stark saw it more clearly than him. The fog disappeared in an instant, and a small figure appeared behind everyone.

Stark thought it was Schiller, and he did have the face of young Schiller, but his clothes were blood red.

"what!!!"

Stark took a deep breath and sat up from the bed. In his hazy vision, the chandelier on the ceiling was shaking.

Immediately, a pair of warm big hands held his hands. He turned his head and saw Howard with bloodshot eyes looking at him.

"Oh my God, you're okay." Another pair of hands held him in their arms, and Maria said in a crying tone: "Thank goodness you're okay, little Tony, God bless..."

Stark's sanity gradually returned, and his memories followed suit. Then he couldn't help but shiver. The bone-chilling chill brought by certain memory fragments of that night made him freeze there.

Howard obviously noticed his abnormality. He opened his mouth and said, "Don't be afraid, Tony. You just had a nightmare. You have woken up. Mom and Dad are by your side. There is nothing to be afraid of."

Yes, it was nothing to be afraid of. How could an adult be frightened by a nightmare? But Stark still held Maria's hand tightly. It was because he was an adult that he knew it was not a nightmare.

Is that... Schiller?

Maybe it wasn't him, but at least part of him, the boy in the bloody clothes was a moment in Schiller's life.

Stark began to tremble uncontrollably.

He felt that the emotion that filled his heart was not fear, he couldn't even find a word to describe it.

He was horrified, but the fear did not come from the cruelty he had witnessed. Stark was just wondering, what moment in Schiller's life had made him so cruel?

If we must explore it in depth, this emotion is probably a kind of despair - even though this past, which seemed desperate enough to both him and Natasha, was still made up by Schiller.

But his purpose in making up this story was not to be tragic, but quite the contrary, to cover up some cruel truth that would completely defeat people like Stark.

Man cannot imitate the cruelty he has not seen, and the moment of life that has seen this cruelty appears in the image of a child.

At this moment, Stark understood that Schiller repeatedly covered up his past and kept making up new stories, perhaps because the real truth could not be known to most people, and the weight of the past was enough to crush a superhero like him.

Maria hugged him tightly. After Stark became an adult, his parents no longer did such a thing, so he felt the long-lost comfort in his mother's arms.

He lay in bed thinking for a long time, and suddenly seemed to remember something. He looked at Howard and asked, "Where did you get me back from?"

"No, Tony, no, you never left..."

"Answer me!" Stark said in a raised voice. He looked at Howard, especially at his eyes, and said, "Don't treat me like a kid who knows nothing! I'm grown up now!"

Howard put his hands over his eyes, kept stroking his cheeks, and said with a choked voice: "At the factory gate."

"Someone provided the police with a video of you being kidnapped, and the police found you through the surveillance camera, but they said... there was a murder in the factory." Howard described vaguely, "Several people were killed. Judging from the traces at the scene, you must have been dragged out from there."

"A murder?"

"Yes, currently we speculate that it might be caused by factional strife within a terrorist organization. We have also confirmed that the deceased was your kidnapper. It might be that their mortal enemy did not want them to successfully threaten me with you, so..."

Howard couldn't say anything more, but Stark looked him in the eye and said, "But none of this explains why the murder scene was like that, right?"

"Did you see that?!" Howard was horrified. He said, "Weren't you knocked unconscious?"

"No...no...Maria, we may need to hire a psychiatrist for him." Howard said, "I'll contact him now."

Stark swallowed and tried not to think about what he had seen, but the images kept playing before his eyes as if he were possessed.

Maybe Howard was right, he needed a psychiatrist earlier, but the ones Howard found were not professional enough, Stark thought, he happened to have a psychiatrist friend.

Natasha was still sitting behind her desk watching short videos when she suddenly saw a flash of light in the next room. When she walked over, Stark was lying on the ground vomiting.

Natasha quickly walked over to help him up and said, "What's wrong? Are you the kind of person who has an allergic reaction to time travel?"

Natasha quickly took out the allergy medicine, but Stark rushed to the bathroom and vomited violently. When he came back, his face was as pale as a ghost.

"What happened?" Natasha realized that things were not that simple. She asked, "What happened to you in the past?"

In fact, she had a bad feeling in her heart. Could it be that she happened to run into Schiller committing a crime?

But this doesn't make sense. When Stark went there, Schiller should have still been a child. I didn't see Schiller in child form under the high tower in the abyss. He shouldn't have started committing crimes so early, right?

Stark collapsed on the sofa, let out a long sigh, drank the water Natasha handed him, and then said, "You know something, right? You know more than we do."

Natasha sat on the sofa next to him. There was only a small coffee table between them. She didn't hide anything and nodded, saying, "I've also been to Schiller's Mind Tower, but it's different from the place you went to. There I saw more Schiller, more... dangerous Schiller."

"Don't blame me for not telling you." Natasha immediately defended herself: "Obviously, Schiller had some bad pasts. These Schillers might have been created at that time. They... I don't know how to put it. Superheroes can't listen to this."

Stark glared at Natasha.

Natasha still thought that Stark was angry at her for hiding the truth, so she explained in more depth, "I think you've heard about how Schiller and I died together. It was when I went fishing without you. At that time, I saw one of them. He was very, very, very dangerous, more dangerous than anyone I've ever seen."

"Yes, there is a hard fact to accept. Schiller may have been a criminal. I can't tell you this because it sounds too much like sowing discord, and no one will believe it."

Natasha had obviously been holding it in for a long time. She said in despair, "Do you think I haven't secretly hinted to some people? But Schiller in the abyss seems to have some kind of magic, always pulling the ignorant lambs towards him. My hints are completely thankless."

"Don't look at me like that. Aren't you the same? Greed is already very mild, but you still hang around him every day. If you were to meet those... those Schillers that I can't describe well, wouldn't you go crazy?"

Natasha could be said to be giving earnest advice. She said, "Don't think you have a strong will and must challenge your limits. The best way to defend against them is to not know them at all..."

"It's a little late for you." Stark said, staring at Natasha dimly.

Stark's cold eyes startled Natasha. She looked at Stark and asked tentatively, "Did you meet them? Which one of them? What do they look like?"

Natasha thought about it in her mind. If she was facing a manipulation, it would be fine. The older Schiller was more stable and would not attack without reason. But if it was the one in black clothes or the one with medium-long hair, it would be a bit troublesome. These two acted decisively.

Could it be that Stark had fought a battle with them, but hadn't fought them yet?

"A little boy in red clothes." Stark said with a painful expression, obviously not wanting to recall. After standing there for a long time, he began to dry heave.

Natasha was stunned. A little boy? She didn't seem to have seen any little boys. Could it be a personality trait of Schiller in his childhood?

"What did he do?" Natasha asked instinctively.

"No...I don't want to tell you." Stark gritted his teeth and said, "I need a psychiatrist now."

Natasha was horrified. She said, "What did you just say that you need a psychiatrist? Are you admitting that you are sick??? My God, what on earth has happened to you?!"

"Stop asking so many questions! Call a doctor for me! Ugh!!"

Natasha was even a little at a loss. She said, "Who do you want me to call? The only psychiatrist who can come here now is Schiller."

"No... not with Schiller now." Stark still had some sense. He retched for a long time and then said, "I can't let him know what I saw when I went back in time."

Stark thought Schiller hadn't recognized him at all, so in order to keep the show going, he said, "I have to find the past Schiller, the Schiller who hasn't traveled back to the past yet."

Natasha helped him pick up the time machine and asked, "That has to be at least the time when he became your psychiatrist, otherwise the time when you two first met will be changed."

"Just...just like that..." Stark was a little confused. He meant to agree with Natasha, but actually he wanted Natasha to throw him to a random time point after their first meeting. Schiller took so much medical fees from him every quarter, so what was wrong with seeing a patient one more time?

As a result, Natasha misunderstood. She thought Stark was sure about their first encounter, so she pressed the button of the time machine and directly threw Stark to the day when he first met Schiller.

"Oh my god!!!" Stark, who fell into a trance, heard Pepper's scream, "Tony! Tony?!!! What happened to you?!"

Then came an even more angry roar, "I told you a long time ago that you have to see a doctor! You are already in this state, and you still want to avoid seeing a doctor?!"

"You must listen to me this time. I will find you a psychiatrist immediately. He will be here this afternoon!"

All encounters are long-lost reunions