The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

In this hellish place, Hell's Kitchen, there are countless thefts, but Schiller has never heard of any Hell's Kitchen thief who would steal cakes, not only cakes, but also Schiller's ground coffee powder and soda. Cookies and jam.

Is this thief reincarnated as a starving ghost? It's not enough to steal four pounds of cake in one day, but you also need to add half a pound of soda crackers, two cans of coffee powder and three bottles of jam.

He's not afraid of stretching himself to death either, Schiller thought.

Of course, even though what was lost was nothing important, Schiller still had to catch the thief and figure out how he stole it.

Schiller made a trap, using the thief's favorite cake and a little fear gas, and placed it in the warehouse in the house where he least frequented, waiting for the thief to take the bait.

While waiting for the bait to take effect, Schiller was writing in a notebook the story he would use to deceive the Ancient One.

Instilling the concept of the King in Yellow into the Ancient One was not a deliberate move by Schiller. In the world view of the Marvel Universe, there are countless cosmic demons, such as the Trinity Emperor Weishan, and the Ancient One relied on his power.

The origin of Cthulhu in Marvel is relatively scattered. Some say it is the incarnation of nothingness, while others say it is the blood and tears of the universe. They are not a unified race, and they basically look strange.

The real Cthulhu literature is more systematic, and everything starts with the demon leader Azathoth, but Schiller and Gu Yi mentioned another system, that is, Chambers once mentioned it in his short story A fictional cursed play - The King in Yellow.

The setting in this script is more illusory and romantic than the Cthulhu mythology. In the distant Hyades star cluster, on Lake Harry in the ancient city of Carcosa, an ancient outer god, the King in Yellow, is imprisoned. He witnessed the fall of two black suns. Later, he was set as the representative of wind among the Old Ones, and became a mortal enemy of Cthulhu.

The most well-known thing is the yellow seal that belongs to him in the setting of the King in Yellow.

But in fact, this is not important. What is important is that Schiller needs to have a reasonable identity to talk to Gu Yi.

He can talk to Stark as a psychiatrist, or he can act as Spider-Man's life coach, or it doesn't matter if Daredevil treats him as a criminal.

But Gu Yi was different. If Schiller didn't have a mysterious and powerful identity, the powerful Supreme Mage wouldn't listen to him.

Because Schiller has read comics, he knows that the world view of the Marvel universe also has the existence of the Old Ones. Now he has reminded Gu Yi, and if Gu Yi goes to verify it, she will find that the Haha played by Schiller Everything Star said was true. There had been a group of blind and foolish Old Ones imprisoned in extra dimensions, but no one knew whether they would ever return to Earth.

As long as Gu Yi has a three-point belief in the identity of the King in Yellow played by Schiller, Schiller can get a lot of the information he wants from Gu Yi.

While waiting for the trap to catch the thief to take effect, Schiller intermittently completed the settings of the Hyades. After all, in order to deceive the Supreme Mage, his identity and background must at least be self-explanatory.

And the thief didn't keep Schiller waiting long.

On a dark and windy night, there was a rare lack of gunfire in Hell's Kitchen. Schiller was lying in bed, half asleep, when he heard a huge noise coming from the warehouse downstairs.

He woke up immediately and knew that the trap he had set had taken effect. He really didn't expect that he could actually catch the thief with a piece of cake.

He tiptoed downstairs without turning on the light, because if the other party had a gun and found him coming down, he would definitely aim here in advance. For his own safety, when Schiller walked to the other side of the corridor, he planned to use flash to teleport directly there, so that he could catch the other party off guard.

Just when he was about to flash out, he suddenly found the warehouse door opened. Could it be that this thief was not controlled by the fear gas? Can you even open the door and walk out by yourself? This is not good.

Schiller gave up the plan of flashing, because once teleported, not only the thief would have to react for a while, but Schiller himself would also have about two seconds to accept the unfamiliar environment. This was the case every time he teleported.

He found that the thief didn't seem to notice him. He tiptoed against the wall and walked along the corridor. As a result, he found an extremely short figure, only about the height of a person's calf, and a round figure walking through the crack in the door. He came out and complained as he walked: Damn it! Am I drunk? Why does this cake smell like a methane pit?

Schiller looked at the figure and hesitated to speak. Then he turned back, touched the light switch, and turned on the light with a click.

The round creature on the opposite side screamed in surprise and immediately landed on all fours and wanted to run. Schiller stretched out his right hand and used a magic to retrieve objects from the air, and the creature was directly caught in his hand.

Schiller felt the plush feeling in his hand with an ugly face. What was in his hand was a yellow one with two long ears, round and fat, and a lightning-shaped tail. ——Pikachu.

Shit! Let me down! Don't touch me with your dirty hands! What happened to you?! How could you catch me? Let me go!!

Now Schiller's expression was ugly. He never dreamed that in such a serious and even slightly dark story, how could a yellow-haired electric mouse appear?

Suddenly, he felt that Pikachu's screaming voice was vaguely familiar. Isn't this the voice of Deadpool?

Schiller remembered with some horror that there is indeed a movie about Pikachu in Hollywood, that is Detective Pikachu. The Pikachu in this movie does have the same voice as Deadpool.

Schiller took a deep breath, turned Pikachu around, then grabbed its two short hands and said, You stole my cake, soda crackers, coffee powder and jam?

Pikachu's eyes rolled around, and its cute face showed a humane expression of disgust, and said in a Deadpool-like voice: Hey, man, I really don't know about you. Why is the taste so bad? The soda crackers you bought are butter-free. They are terrible. And the jam. How come you like strawberry jam? That is really not to my taste. Also, next time you cut it After you finish the cake, could you please not put the cake knife on the top of the cake? Do you know that is actually very dirty?

Schiller was holding Pikachu in one hand and covering his eyes with the other. This was really a huge mental pollution for him. Faced with Pikachu's complaints, he was really unable to refute, because his taste was indeed the same as that of a real American. Not quite the same.

Listen, you thief. First of all, you stole my food over and over again. Secondly, you don't feel any guilt at all. It seems that you are a habitual offender...

Come on. Pikachu waved his hand and said: Obviously you are not a normal person. No ordinary person can talk to a mouse calmly and calmly after seeing it speak.

Schiller pursed his lips and stared at Pikachu. Mainly because Pikachu's appearance gave him a huge impact on the world view.

You know, he had just been chatting with Batman about his life ideals in the extremely dark Gotham. In the blink of an eye, this yellow rat with the smell of Deadpool appeared in front of him. How could Schiller not short-circuit his brain? ?

Does he have to go for a walk in the surrounding grass next? After collecting all Pokémon partners, go to challenge various gyms?

Isn’t this style of painting completely wrong? ! !

More importantly, although this yellow electric mouse is only as tall as a human calf, it has a mouth like Deadpool!

The most dangerous part of Deadpool's body!

The good thing is that I didn’t learn anything!

Get rid of the essence and get rid of the dross!

This reminded Schiller of his previous life when he was reading comics, where Deadpool's words took up more than half of the page. Now Deadpool's version of Pikachu, Deadpool, and Spider-Man are all together...

Schiller felt that if he lived in the comics, he might be blocked to the point where he couldn't even see his face.

And he remembered that in the Hollywood version of Detective Pikachu, the setting of Pikachu is actually the setting in the Japanese game of the same name. The Pikachu here is not a cute creature that only knows how to play Pikachu, but a person with the voice of an uncle. Detective, judging from Pikachu's reaction just now, he does have a high IQ and is definitely not just a simple pet.

After a while, Schiller and Pikachu sat face to face on the sofa. Pikachu held a cup of coffee in its short hand and said: Actually, I have no memory. I only remember that after a flash of light, I fell into a cup of coffee. I was in a garbage truck and it took a lot of effort to climb out. I was so hungry that I walked for a long time, but all the doors on this street were closed. There was no one I could get in. Only you are here. The back door of your warehouse seems to be It wasn't closed tightly. After I came in, I found the refrigerator along the corridor... Of course, it was my fault about stealing things, but I was really hungry. If possible, I would make money. I paid you for the cake.”

Schiller applauded him, and then said: I have to say, as a mouse, your ideological awareness is really terrifying. If mice all over the world can be as polite as you, then humans will not have to So many rodenticides were invented.”

So what you put next to the cake today was rodenticide? It stinks too much. To be honest, the smell almost killed me.

Actually, that's not rodenticide. It's actually scarier than rodenticide... Forget it, you're just a mouse anyway.

Schiller put down the coffee cup, stared at Pikachu curiously and said:

So, can you do that?

What? What do I know? Pikachu looked at him doubtfully.

Schiller looked at the cute yellow face with an extremely human expression, and felt mixed emotions in his heart. He said, That's it...

what are you talking about?

Okay, Pikachu, listen, you said you want to make money to compensate for the food you stole, but I don't think anyone here except me would accept a yellow rat who can speak human language to work, so if you want If you compensate me for my losses, you can only stay and work here, and if you want to get a chance to work, you have to show your boss what talents you have, right?

Oh, I understand. You mean discharging, right? This is my special skill. With me, you can reduce your electricity bill by at least half in a month. But I was too hungry before and I haven't recovered now. So it’s probably not possible to discharge 100,000 volts, but it’s still no problem to charge your mobile phone…”

As it spoke, it landed on its four short legs and swished to the table. It jumped on the table, took out the cell phone that Schiller was charging, and then ran back to the sofa with the phone in hand to show it to Schiller.

Pikachu's lightning-shaped tail stretched out, and lightning flashed all over his body. Schiller's phone screen lit up, showing that it was charging, but the speed was not very fast.

As if to show off its ability, Pikachu hugged the phone tightly, swung its tail vigorously, and then stretched it hard. The electric light all over its body buzzed, and the phone charged very quickly, charging up to 10 in almost one second. % of the battery, just a second before Schiller stopped it, the phone made a loud Bang!!

Pikachu's yellow fur was blown to black, and he spit out a puff of black smoke from his mouth. Then he looked down helplessly at the exploded mobile phone in his arms and said, It seems that you can only allow me to work here, otherwise I will I’m afraid I won’t be able to afford compensation in this lifetime.”

Schiller covered his forehead and said: Your performance is really wonderful. It surprised me. I really didn't expect that there are such useful charging sockets in this world.

Pikachu heard his weirdness, and just when he was about to speak, Schiller said, Okay, but that's not what I want to see.

Then what do you want to see? What other talents do I have? I don't even know...

Of course you know, that's the one...

Schiller stared at Pikachu with sharp eyes, and Pikachu suddenly showed a complicated expression, as if he had eaten shit.

It reluctantly turned around under Schiller's gaze, then jumped onto the back of the sofa and let out a loud cry——

“PIKA—PIKA!!!!”

Schiller was content.