The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

At this time, Coulson was standing at the door of Nick Fury's office in great confusion. He watched all the people who came to this intersection and turned right.

Natasha came out of Nick's office, and Coulson stopped her and asked, What's the matter? Why did they take a long detour? I remember that the shortest way to the elevator should be to turn left?

Because our genius psychiatrist with exorbitant fees is in the office on the left, waiting for someone to go for psychological consultation.

You actually invited him here, how much did he ask for? Could it be 100 million dollars an hour?

That's not true. Nick's report says $50 million an hour.

Coulson took a breath, and said, That is to say, if I go to him for psychological counseling now, it is equivalent to earning 50 million dollars in vain?

You can understand that too.

There should be a lot of people queuing there, can I still line up today?

On the contrary, there was no one there, said Natasha, shrugging her shoulders.

After she finished speaking, she also turned right and left. Coulson yelled, You're going the wrong way! There's an emergency passage over there! The elevator is on the left!

Natasha said without looking back: I want to exercise! You know, for health!

Coulson was even more confused. Immediately afterwards, Nick walked out of his office. Coulson greeted him: Good morning, Chief.

Nick nodded to him, and then said: Recently, Natasha has withdrawn from the Stark Group affairs, and she will also follow up on the Hand Association case. You mainly keep an eye on the one that will swing around for me. Boy, just let him stop making trouble.

Coulson answered yes, and then he noticed that Nick was also turning around to turn right. He grabbed his boss and said, Director, the elevator is over there. If you go to the right, it will take at least 5 minutes longer.

I've been exercising recently and I'm going to take the stairs.

Coulson was full of question marks. He walked directly to the left, muttering alone, and saw that the door of Schiller's office was open. He knocked on the door and walked in. Schiller was immersed in writing. When he saw someone coming in, he He raised his head in surprise and said, Someone actually came...

Coulson was stunned for a moment and said, Isn't the door open now? I remember saying in the morning meeting that the counseling starts this morning.

Of course the door is open! Please come in, you are the first! Schiller stood up with a pen, and deliberately opened the stool for Coulson. This kind of enthusiasm made Coulson a little at a loss. Schiller said: Of course, you Possibly the only one.

I don't understand, 50 million US dollars an hour of psychological counseling can be done for free, and there is reimbursement from the bureau. Why don't they come?

Probably because I offered $50 million, and Nick agreed...

What's the problem with this? Doesn't it mean that the director is very sure of your level?

Hmm... Leaving aside some of his macroscopic understanding of funds in economics and the flexible use of reimbursement in the institutional framework, have you ever thought that perhaps it is his affirmation of me that makes no one come here? .”

You mean, they think your level is too high?

Schiller said very speechlessly: Are you really a level 8 agent? What level is Natasha? The full level should be level 100, right?

Which agent is willing to find a very powerful psychological counselor, and then see all the secrets in their hearts?

I thought it was just some simple emotional adjustment, such as releasing anxiety or something.

Then you can go to the door to smoke a cigarette.

That's not okay, the goddamn smoke alarms are too sensitive, Coulson said.

Okay, do you want to come here to relieve some depression?

Actually not, it's because I think the relationship between the captain and you seems to be good. I want him to sign a set of flash cards for me. Can you ask him for me?

Schiller spread his hands and said, Okay, I know, but whoever made me earn this money, if it really relieves your anxiety. Give me the card, and I promise to get him to sign one. It’s not worth it, and it’s worthy of my $50 million an hour’s consultation fee.”

After Coulson left, Schiller was drinking coffee leisurely in the temporary office, but before he finished catching fish all morning, he just opened the door to take a breath, when suddenly a sharp alarm came, and a A small device in his hand glowed red, and then began to desperately call the police.

Schiller was startled, but his spider sensor did not respond at all. For safety, he was ready to flash at any time, but in the end, with a sharp scream, the fire sprinkler was turned on directly, and a large amount of water mist was sprayed from the sprinkler in an instant , if Schiller hadn't hid quickly, he would have been drowned.

Coulson and a few agents ran over, looked up at the smoke alarm, then at Schiller, who stared at them with a coffee cup.

Smoking is not allowed here.

I don't smoke.

Coulson showed a skeptical expression and said, Natasha had the same expression as you when she was caught. Did you throw the cigarette down the sink drain?

Of course not, I don't smoke indoors.

Coulson did not smell any smoke, and he looked up at the smoke alarm that had been beeping, and said, Well, it looks like the damn thing is broken again.

How on earth did you make a smoke alarm sound hundreds of decibels?

If you have 32 fires a month in your home, you'll understand.

The symbiote said in Schiller's head: I'm a little dizzy and a little nauseous, let's go.

Schiller said: It seems that this is the end of today's psychological consultation. If it is less than an hour, it will be counted as an hour. Don't forget to ask Nick to pay the bill. I will leave first.

Schiller left decisively, because he knew that this was not an accident, and some people didn't want him to stay there anymore. After all, he had to go around for 5 minutes every time he went downstairs, which was a waste of time.

Human beings are always like this. When they don’t have mind-reading skills, they always fantasize that someone can understand them and understand their thoughts, but when a person really has the same ability as mind-reading skills, everyone avoids it. up.

Of course, this is more likely because of Nick Fury's eclectic talent management system in S.H.I.E.L.D.

After returning to the clinic, Schiller, who hadn't slept for dozens of hours, planned to take a nap. The symbiont played a very hypnotic music for him, which made him fall asleep quickly, but before he fell into a deep sleep, Was woken up by a phone call.

What?... Then what's the use of you looking for me? Go find Pepper.

She's busy? Then I'm not busy? Well, I'm not, but you don't want me in the lab again. I really don't want to twist the light bulb again.

Yes, yes, I know that you are a great battle armor across the ages, not a light bulb, can you talk about business?

Jarvis found an anomaly in the parts repository? The number of parts is wrong? Are you sure you didn't count them wrong? Well, I know... I know you're serious, but how can I help with this? I can't I can't give you the few parts to conjure it out of thin air, no, magic doesn't work either...

...It's hard for me to say. Schiller paced the clinic's living room. Perhaps you should ask Jarvis for his speculation. He's not just a computer now.

Jarvis is a little hesitant? Then don't you know the answer? Or is it that you actually thought of the object of suspicion, but you just don't want to admit it...

No, of course my mind reading skills can't be used for this kind of thing, don't be kidding... I can tell you that the person you're thinking of has an 80% chance...

After hanging up the phone, Schiller grabbed Pikachu, rubbed his cheek and said, A solid steel fortress is always the first to be breached from the inside. It's really hard to say.

What's wrong with that stiff guy? Pikachu asked.

Looks like his armor lost something, his smart butler gave a suspect answer he didn't want to hear, and is now doubting life.

You humans always like to add troubles to yourself. Pikachu concluded, That kid named Parker, when he was playing games, he was worried about killing the hostages inside. It was just a game, even if the hostages died But if the kidnapper group is wiped out, doesn’t it count as our victory?”

So you rushed over and killed the hostages first?

Otherwise, that kid is always dawdling, what can I do? You are obsessed with too many meaningless things, you always put yourself too deep, and you are full of unnecessary worries about things that haven't happened yet, but you are worried about things that have not happened yet. What happens is always evading.

I really didn't expect that you, as a mouse, could say such brilliant words.

Of course, I'm Detective Pikachu.

In the Stark Tower, all the lights in the Stark Laboratory were extinguished, only the lights of the instruments were flickering faintly, like stars.

Stark was leaning on the experimental table, sitting on the ground, and a symbol was beating on his mobile phone next to him, which indicated that Jarvis was there.

I'm trying to comfort you, sir.

So you turned off all the lights? Stark's voice was a little hoarse, and he was full of exhaustion from staying up too late.

It might relax you a little bit, and the dim lights help relax the brain, says Jarvis.

Stark closed his eyes, he changed to a more relaxed posture, leaning on the laboratory table, he curled up one leg, then put his arm on it, raised his head, and said like a dream: ...maybe This is retribution.

The Stark Group's weapons have displaced countless people, so the people I once trusted will leave me one by one...

We are not yet certain that Mr. Obadiah is the murderer, Jarvis said. In the analysis, he is only about 96 percent likely.

You can be more blunt, Stark said.

Sorry, I mean there's a 4% chance it's not him.

Who might be left?

Mr. Schiller 2%, Mr. Parker 1.2% and yourself 0.8%.

Schiller? You expect a person who can't even distinguish the numbered mecha parts from 1 to 10 to steal the most important core? And Peter, although that kid is a little stupid, he doesn't know how to steal things. He's a fool who would be shocked to see me smoking.

I'm trying to comfort you, Jarvis said.

Finally, Stark felt that all the voices of the world were gradually muffled, and he remembered Howard's face while he was half asleep and half awake.

At that time, Uncle Obadiah stood with his father, and they were both very young.

Happy belated Lantern Festival! ! !

There was someone at home yesterday, so I can't make any more changes! Today's chapter is also written in a leisurely manner...

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