PFC Chapter 1588 Fishing Day (8)
Chapter 1588 Fishing Day (8)
Chapter 1588 Fishing Day ([-])
"If you were stationed in Germany, it would make sense." Natasha said while thinking: "The anti-Soviet thinking in that era was already very serious. Most of Europe has fallen, and the trend in Germany has always been more... Radical."
But Schiller shook his head and said, "It has nothing to do with ideology or ideology, nor does it have anything to do with the value of wealth or living conditions, but it has something to do with the law."
Natasha's eyes gradually changed. She leaned back and pressed her body tightly against the back of the chair, as if she wanted to escape from here, because she found that the smile on Schiller's face was not right, it was very wrong.
"More importantly, if you remember my previous experience, then you should know how precious it was for me to have an opportunity to leave that country, and this was the first time I was free from surveillance."
"First taste of the forbidden fruit." Natasha couldn't help saying the word that came to mind, but Schiller looked at her as if a little surprised, and then said with a smile: "Maybe the name of the suffering that sculpts you is Rodin, ma'am."
Natasha was not at all happy about this kind of praise. She seemed to have imagined what Schiller's next topic would be in advance, and tried hard to close her ears and thoughts in advance.
"Why don't we concentrate on fishing?" Schiller looked at the water again and proposed another possibility.
"God, don't torture me, if you want to say it, say it quickly, I swear, I will clearly record every word you say in the confidential file of SHIELD!" Natasha gritted her teeth and said.
"You can directly 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 have before. As if he was good at chatting.
He is really good at it, Natasha even thought with some despair, even though she knew that he might talk about topics that would cause pollution just by passing through her mind, Natasha still sat here motionless, And she had 1 excuses to get out of here, like going to see the fish with Nick and Steve.
But she seemed to be nailed here, and she was even curious about the next topic.
"As we all know, American medical schools and law schools cannot be directly admitted, but require a certain degree of academic foundation, but it is 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."
"You have a surgical education background?" Natasha was a little surprised.
"Although I almost never show it, but yes, I have studied surgical techniques, not very superb, incomparable with our Mr. 'God's Hand', not dazzling even among students."
Natasha squinted her eyes, and she instinctively caught the abnormality in Schiller's words, so she stared at Schiller's eyes through the fishing rod and said, "Or do you mean that you are not 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 side by side with the geniuses of the medical school. I still believe in Catholicism devoutly. Every weekend, I will set aside a whole stay in the house of God."
"It's not a novelty." Natasha leaned back again, looked Schiller from head to toe, and said, "It can be imagined, at least your theological knowledge is enough."
"Yes, I often chat with my companions about this. They are not very interested, and occasionally they will perfunctory me, but this is enough."
"So what did you do with that day?"
"Something interesting."
Natasha knew that the main event was coming. She felt her palms were sweating and her heart was beating fast, but she also felt that she was just sitting here safely listening to a piece of the past, so why should she be so excited?
But at this moment, Schiller lifted the fishing rod violently, and another fat perch flew up. Natasha dodged back vigorously to avoid the tragedy of being slapped by the fish from happening to her.
The female agent reacted fairly quickly, but Schiller caught the fish even faster, slapped it on the ice, knocked it out, and put the fish in the tank in the same way.
"Look, this is the joy of fishing. This fish is still alive, but it is only a matter of time before it dies. In order to survive, it struggles so brutally, ugly and unbearable, but the fisherman still sits firmly."
"...a civilized one doesn't look like a killer." Natasha introduced.
Then she took a deep breath, lowered her eyes to look at the still rippling frozen water, and said, "Who did you kill? Your teacher, your classmate, or an irrelevant stranger?"
After Schiller took care of everything, he took a towel to wipe the water on his hands. His hands were frozen, and his fingertips were already a little white, but when he exerted force, the blue 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 thinking, her brain was running fast, and she was speculating that Schiller must have done nothing good when he escaped from the original cage and came to a vast new world of freedom. Why did he come?
"Revenge?" Natasha stared at Schiller's face and spit out a word.
"Partly." Schiller wrapped his overcoat a little tighter, folded his hands on his stomach, crossed one leg over the other, and said, "But I can't rush into their house and use Blowing them open with a barrage of bullets, I know that's American-style assassination, but it's hard to do in terms of reality."
"You have a sensibility that ordinary people don't have, and you have a fairly strong body. It is not difficult to sneak into the assassination." Natasha frowned and asked, "Why didn't you do it?"
"This brings us back to the previous topic." Schiller lowered his head and smiled helplessly and said, "What is the most important thing about infiltrating and assassinating? It's not about infiltrating and assassinating, but leaving quickly after succeeding, destroying evidence, and flying away."
"That's right." Natasha would be wrong, she said: "If you need to kill multiple targets in a short period of time, those who hunt you can always find clues from these intensive infiltration and assassination behaviors. If you don't stay away from this area completely as soon as possible, the chances of being caught are high."
"No, the problem doesn't lie in this step, or in other words, there is a problem before reaching the end of the world."
Schiller sighed deeply, and Natasha really heard the sadness and helplessness from this sigh, and it also made a temperament that Natasha had never thought of appearing on Schiller, that is melancholy .
No one in this world expects Schiller to panic, but now that's what happened, Schiller's current expression can almost be called frowning.
"As I said before, my various desires grew up with the pathology, and the pathology deeply affected them and became one with them to a certain extent."
Schiller finally got up from the fishing chair, squatted down next to his duffel bag, and dug out a small bottle of wine that looked like it was sold on a shelf in a convenience store. From the body to the bottle cap, it is miniature and cute.
"I guess you're in need of some strong drinks, ma'am."
Natasha's eyes were straightened, she swallowed, and said: "Even if this might be a weapon that can drag me into a dream—yes, let a Russian stay in such a cold environment for three days Going sober for hours is horrific abuse."
Schiller opened the bottle cap, and the charming aroma of the wine spread out. Natasha almost snatched the bottle of wine and poured it into her mouth. After spinning around, she found herself in Schiller's thinking tower.
Unlike all the other people who came here, Natasha's first reaction was: "This wine is too strong, can I have 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, ma'am, you are good at accepting everything that reality brings you calmly, and you rarely make a fuss. The two of us are more similar."
"More importantly, if I took my group of friends and showed them those things ... they would probably treat me like crazy, even more crazy and extreme than before, and I don't think that's good."
"You could have kept this from everyone." Natasha pointed out, "You don't have to show it to me."
"But if no one has an answer, they keep digging, and that's annoying."
For the first time, Natasha saw such a real impatient expression on Schiller's face, which made her sure that the Schiller in front of her was indeed not the doctor, because the doctor would never feel any problems with her friends. If I get impatient, I just want them to ask for a while.
When thinking of this, Natasha took two steps back to the side, staring at Schiller in front of her, and the image of Schiller in the tower of thinking is different from that in the real world.
He was wearing a dark gray turtleneck sweater, and he looked younger. He didn't wear glasses, but what surprised Natasha the most was that this Schiele had half-length hair, and any hair that was over the shoulder was tied behind his head with a rubber band, but some of it was scattered on his forehead.
"God!" Natasha exclaimed sincerely, and then said: "If you appear in front of me in this shape for the first time, I will sleep with you no matter what, a perfect ascetic-slutty."
"This is not something we should be concerned about now, ma'am. Besides, if you do this, you will not be alive today. I will explain to you later."
Schiller and Natasha came to the elevator on the first floor, but the elevator originally started from the ground floor, but now there is an option for the negative floor.
Natasha had never been here before, so she didn't know if this was normal, but she watched Schiller press the button on the negative floor, and the elevator trembled and then slowly descended.
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 they walked in, but the floor under the foot of the elevator. With a "click", the floor split into two halves. Natasha Tasha and Schiller just fell in together.
Before Natasha even had time to be surprised, she found herself floating in the darkness. She looked up and found that the elevator that brought them was sliding upwards rapidly, and disappeared into the darkness above her head like a shooting star.
Natasha looked around, looked down, and saw nothing, but she keenly felt that she seemed to be floating upwards, just like a diver being slowly lifted by the buoyancy of sea water.
Suddenly, she felt something on the top of her head, and Natasha stretched out a hand to reach up, but soon she felt Schiller's hand on her shoulder.
"do not move."
Natasha instinctively followed suit, and the next second, with a "bang", she was overturned by Schiller, but she was not in a head-down drowning position, she felt that her feet had landed on the ground.
It took Natasha a few seconds to adjust her sense of direction when she realized that she was standing with her feet on the ceiling she had just touched, and her feet were on the opposite side of the floor of the Tower of Mind.
Suddenly, Natasha found a light in the darkness. She frowned and looked at the light in front of her and asked, "What is that?"
"Oh, that was a hole made before, and the story is about to start from here."
(End of this chapter)