The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

What do you think? Schiller asked, standing at the table.

What do you mean? Schiller took a sip of wine, then put the glass on the table, made a crisp sound, looked up at the other self beside the table and said, That guy wanted to run out again, but he was tricked this matter?

It's quite funny... Schiller stepped back a few steps, leaned against the wall and folded his arms, and said, But what I'm more curious about is that he climbed tirelessly just to go out and play?

Schiller, who was sitting on the chair, stood up without moving.

The light was focused on the wine glass, and a bubble that had just emerged from the bottom of the transparent glass floated upwards, and was frozen as soon as it floated to the surface of the water, turning into a solidified pearl.

As he took a step forward, the clown maintained a frozen posture, retreated together with the seat, the table was pulled away to the left, the cabinet slid to the right, and the whole room was pulled out as if the construction process was reversed. After leaving, there is only a white space left.

Immediately afterwards, Schiller looked up and a light came on, and the black floor spread out from under his feet. In a trance, he looked under the railing of the deep well, and the Schiller who was standing beside him had already walked The next few floors.

Do you know where I'm going? Schiller asked.

Aren't you going to borrow the elevator on the 300th floor first?

You guessed it all, you know me quite well.

Thank you, we were all alone.

Schiller quickened his pace and walked down shoulder to shoulder with the other self. The two of them held on to the handrail and walked slowly down the spiral stairs together. For a change, I also want to stay in DC for two days.

Do you think this is tourism? Let's not talk about anything else, are you sure your mental stability can handle these patients here?

Do you think this is you facing Peter Parker on the Marvel side? It's the first time I've ever seen someone think the job is too easy.

Schiller shrugged and said: Don't say that, there are a lot of headaches over there, but don't forget, the affairs of the big family in Asgard are far from over.

After walking down for a long time, Schiller turned to the right. There was only a corridor in front of him, and there was only one room in the corridor. Schiller knocked on the door after walking past, and his own voice came from inside: Please come in.

The two Schillers went in one after another, and then saw another self buried in a pile of documents. The Schiller saw someone coming, put the stack of documents aside, and said to the two of them: You two Why did you come here together? Don't tell me there is still something to deal with.

No, no, I just want to borrow the elevator.

Schiller covered his forehead and said helplessly, What happened recently? Why do you like to take elevators?

Then he complained: Everyone knows I'm busy, and everyone bothers me. When I saw you two coming in, I almost suffocated.

Who made you a 'self'? At the same time, you are the steward and gatekeeper of the temple of thinking...

It's still the elevator attendant. Schiller said angrily, and then he waved his hand, and the two of them came to a somewhat cramped room, where a little boy was rubbing a ball of gray slime.

One of Schiller went up, knelt down and rubbed the little boy's head, and asked him, Do you know where the one with the green hair went?

The little boy shook his head in silence, but the gray slime in his arms made a grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr sound, Schiller hugged the lump of soft slime and touched his suspected head place, asked: Grey fog, have you seen it?

The gray slime chirped twice, and Schiller held him with both hands and moved him away a little bit, and said with some doubts: What's wrong? I've been playing with 'me' for a long time, and I don't even talk Will you say it?

The gray slime froze for a moment, and said, Oh, I can talk... He seems to have gone to the lower level, and he brought another green-haired person with him.

Schiller stuffed the gray mist into the little boy's arms, then patted his head, stood up and said to his other self: It seems that he was determined to run out, but unfortunately he didn't succeed.

Take the elevator or take the stairs?

Of course it's the stairs. Busy people are already annoying us to death.

Just as they went out and returned to the spiral staircase, a figure wearing a long windbreaker and holding an umbrella walked up to him. He looked up and saw two himself walking down, and said, How do you Are you here? Or are you here together?

I have to ask you, how did you get that guy in? And almost let him into the room?

The green-haired Schiller sighed and said, If he lived in, I could go out and play, but unfortunately he made a Bruce clown, fought me with my memory, and then ran away It's...

One Schiller looked at the other Schiller and said, Has he always wanted to run away?

That's right, don't you know?...Oh, yes, you were born later than me, so you don't know.

When I first came to this world, the 'superego' created me, but when I went out for the first time at night, I became this guy...

Then he can only build another one, which is me now, but this guy can't live without a good house, and he has to run out every day...

On several occasions, he deliberately went to get the attention of the man named Bruce, and it was better until I repositioned myself.

I don't know your DC people very well. Another Schiller shook his head.

Have you finished talking? Don't block me when you're done, I have to go up. Green-haired Schiller said.

What are you going to do? The person you want to deceive has already left. Could it be that you still want to chase him out?

The green-haired Schiller said impatiently: You don't think you can solve that lunatic outside by yourself? The 'superego' asked me to go up and communicate with him...

The two Schillers standing on the upper steps looked at each other, and one of them asked the other: There should be no deception here, right?

Theoretically yes, but this guy is crazy and I don't know what's going on with him.

At this time, a voice sounded from the spiral staircase: I told him to go, stop chatting, the wine is almost finished.

The wine is almost finished. Schiller shook the bottle and poured the last bit of wine in his glass. Jack on the opposite side clicked his lips dissatisfied and said, I bought this wine. Finally A little should be left to me.

Come on, that disgusting thing you just made messed up the floor where I live. A Bruce Wayne with clown makeup... is really disgusting. Schiller said disgustedly.

Jack said dissatisfied: Didn't you create such a concept first to arouse my fear?

Thinking to trick me into your hall of thought, and then go to jail for you, hum... Jack sneered twice.

And... Jack pouted, showing a look of disdain and said, You can't control his thinking hall.

On the opposite side, Schiller showed a smirk and said, Why don't you try it?

Jack's expression froze for a moment, and he said, No, I just went in for a visit...

After finishing speaking, he looked at his wine glass and said with a smile: Build more than 330 high-rise buildings in my thinking hall, and then divide each floor into different star ratings, ratings, membership levels, and grading permissions. Thousands of traps are set on every step of the…”

He said he was an ordinary person, hahahahahaha, this is the funniest joke I've heard recently...

Schiller sighed and said, Can you imagine how I climbed to the 190th floor? If the elevator operator hadn't opened the back door for me, I'm still struggling to climb the stairs...

Let's not talk about this, do you know where the other me is? Jack asked him.

How do I know, I thought it was Evans, but Batman didn't choose him, so it seems that he is not. The remaining one can't really be in Batman's body, right?

Jack's expression suddenly became gloomy, and he said, It's better not, or I'll tie the bat here, then open his brain, and get that damned guy out...

I haven't checked the one who fell into the chemical pool and the one in the circus, but it probably happened in these two situations. If you find him, what are you going to do? Kill him?

Jack stared into Schiller's eyes and said, If your situation wasn't too troublesome, I would have killed you long ago.

No need. Schiller concluded: If you don't kill me, I can't do anything. I still have more than 100 floors to climb, and more than 200,000 steps to walk. When I climb to Batman probably died of old age the day he expressed his consciousness.

But I might not be the worst... Schiller gloated a little, Tell me, what would happen if a bad guy was born with Batman?

Jack's mouth turned down slowly, but Schiller smiled and said, Why are you so serious?

Why aren't you happy to have another you, one with the person you love the most? That's you after all.

Jack was very upset and said: Merge into one with a bat? Don't be kidding, the person who dresses up as a bat is a pervert!

Okay, I'm going to go back and climb the stairs. You can ask for blessings. To be honest, my house is really big. Don't you plan to come and live for a while?

Jack rolled his eyelids, drank the last sip from his glass, and said nothing.

Schiller leaned back on the back of the chair, turned his head and looked at the other Schiller who was looking at him with his arms crossed. He waved his hand and said, I think I can go to work for a while, what do you think?

Chao I tell you to go back, otherwise you will wait to be kicked back to the first floor by him.

Okay, it's really troublesome, see you later.

Schiller moved his chair forward, looked at the completely emptied wine bottle, and said to Jack: Thank you for buying me a drink, but I still have to say that the inferior wine you bought is really terrible.

Jack covered half of his face with one hand, and with a slightly crazy smile on the other half of his face, he said, What did you add to the wine?

What?

Don't play dumb... I feel like every brain cell in me is boiling, don't you too?

Schiller paused, and then said: Well, but it's not poison, on the contrary, it's wine...

Schiller took out a small bottle and put it in the center of the table. Both Jack and Schiller focused their eyes on the small bottle. Then Schiller reached out and pushed the bottle towards Jack, and then said: ...and the world Best wine ever.