The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

Hurry up! Hurry up and find a way! Bring him back to the real world! Quick!

Stark has almost become an ant on a hot pot. He feels that if this continues, Schiller may not want to be resurrected, and that will be a big deal.

But we can't convince him now! Steve was also very anxious, he said: I have seen similar situations on the battlefield before, after a complete emotional breakdown, the more comfort and persuasion he has, the less he will listen.

Charles took a look and said, This is normal. Therefore, the treatment of mental illness sometimes needs to be combined with drugs, otherwise the patient will never be able to calm down and receive treatment.

But this is a dream world, where can we find stable drugs? Stark frowned and asked, but then, he thought for a while, then looked at Charles and asked, Professor Charles, even if you can't use coercive means to modify seats Le's memory, can that calm his mind a bit?

If it's just this personality, maybe it can be done, but if it's that tall tower, I'm afraid I can't help it. How can I make a tower settle down?

Charles recalled again and said: If I remember correctly, if I don't pass through that tower, Schiller's personality can't rise to the surface of consciousness, and he can't control his body.

There are so many personalities in that tower, and I can't hypnotize each of them. If we go up with this settled personality, we will definitely be stopped, and I'm afraid it's impossible to force it.

Wait! Stark and Steve looked at each other, and Steve was the first to say, There seems to be no one in his tower right now.

Charles also reacted, because he knew the existence of Schiller in that ship. Charles said: It seems that he sent many of his personalities to deal with the gods of Egypt. We can take advantage of this gap to make this personality sleepy. , and then take him to the tower, let him rise to the surface of consciousness...

No, Schiller's body is still dead. Steve objected again, The question is, how do we revive him?

Let me think... let me think... Stark stroked his chin and paced in the corridor, he said: If you follow this principle, as long as Schiller's soul returns and his body returns to life physiological state, then he can be resurrected.

His soul has not been annihilated, so we only need to revive his body.

But you've seen it before. How can you survive such a fatal injury? Steve said helplessly.

But Stark said quickly: Ordinary people may not be able to, but have you forgotten? Lan Ling and the others told us that Schiller also has a special symbiont in his body, that is, Schiller can become The source of the gray mist's power.

For the symbiote, there are almost no wounds that they can't repair. We only need to let the symbiote repair Schiller's body, and then let his soul return, and he can be resurrected.

Theoretically, it works. Steve nodded and said, There is another problem, how do we let that symbiote repair the body? We are not Schiller, and we cannot control him.

He should have independent wisdom. As long as he has wisdom, we can persuade him. Stark stopped and said, Okay, that's it, let's try this plan first.

He looked at Professor Charles, and said, Professor, you are responsible for quieting the personality in the room, and then we will follow the path we came to and bring him back to the tower.

After we return to the tower, Steve, you are in charge of watching him. I will find the consciousness of the symbiote that may exist in the tower, and try to persuade him to repair Schiller's body.

When the body is repaired, we send this personality to the surface of consciousness, let the soul return, and Schiller will be resurrected.

Afterwards, we controlled his body, tried to calm him down, and then talked about letting him receive mental treatment...

Stark's series of plans were spoken quickly, but the other two heard it clearly, and after listening to the plan, they started to act.

Charles' ability is indeed not as simple as it seems on the surface. When they squinted their eyes, an invisible force spread, and as the frequency gradually slowed down, all conscious bodies present felt irresistibly sleepy.

Wait a minute! Professor! You can't settle down with us! Steve said drowsily.

Charles paused for a moment, and then Stark and Steve got out of this state. However, next to the table in the room, Schiller's head, which was constantly talking to the scales, began to droop continuously, and then gradually fell to the ground. On the table, passed out.

In the dark, Charles felt as if he heard a sigh, and that sigh was full of relief.

But he didn't find anything abnormal, and the plan was still proceeding smoothly. Stark and Steve walked into the room and raised the sleeping Schiller. Seeing that he was holding the scale in his hand, Stark hesitated. After a while, it still didn't take it away.

When the two carried Schiller out, Kong Su, who was waiting outside, was shocked to see Schiller who had fallen asleep, but then he led the three of them back to Schiller's thinking hall along the original road.

Steve and Consu took Schiller back to the ward of the lunatic asylum on the 10th floor. The owner of that ward is not there now, so it can be used as a stronghold for them.

Steve wanted to go with Stark to find the consciousness of the gray fog, but was rejected by Stark. Considering that Schiller might wake up at any time, in the end, Steve stayed and guarded the sleeping mat. Le.

After leaving the lunatic asylum on the 10th floor, Stark stood at the foot of the stairs and struggled for a while, not knowing whether to go down or up.

Suddenly, he heard the sound of dong dong dong, leaned on the railing of the patio and looked down, and saw the young Schiller chasing a gray ball.

The ball looked familiar, like a highly concentrated gray mist, or a slime. Stark froze for a moment, then quickly walked down the stairs, stopping the gray ball.

The young Schiller, who was running after the ball, showed another shocked expression when he saw Stark appearing here. At this time, Stark had already picked up the ball.

The gray ball caught by Stark turned into a cloud of gray mist floating in the air with a bang. Stark saw two eyes made of swirls. Gray Fog's expression was also shocked.

It was the first time Stark spoke to such a creature, he hesitated for a moment, he didn't know how to speak, but he still said: I'm Stark, a friend of your master Schiller, do you know me?

To Stark's surprise, Gray Mist actually nodded. Although he couldn't tell where the head was at all, Stark could tell that he wanted to do the gesture of nodding.

Well, listen, now your master is in some trouble, I know, he may have told you a plan before, asking you to remove the body's defenses so that he can die, but the problem now is, his The soul is in some trouble, if we don't revive him, there is no way to heal him...

So, I hope you can control yourself to repair Schiller's body, as if his soul returned to the body, thus resurrecting...

After speaking quickly, Stark didn't expect the symbiote in front of him, which looked like an exhaust leak, to understand, but again, beyond his expectations, Gray Mist sent him a message. Doubtful emotions, and then Stark actually heard a voice saying:

... What did you say?

You can talk?? Then why didn't you speak up earlier?! Stark stared at the gray fog and asked.

He doesn't let me talk to strangers casually. Gray Mist replied, Besides, I smell a nasty guy on you...

Damn guy? Who? Wait...couldn't it be that lump of mud?

That's right, it's him. He's sick. I don't want to play with him. Stay away from me.

Okay, you're right about that, the lump of mud is indeed sick... No, I didn't mean to say that, did you understand what I said before?

But I won't disobey his orders. Gray Mist replied, If he didn't ask me to do it, then I wouldn't do it.

But now it's for his own good...

As soon as Stark finished speaking, he was stunned, because he seemed to have heard this argument a long time ago.

He recalled Schiller asking Jarvis the same question the first time he met him in the car, and then asking him the same question.

So, Stark cleared his throat, and then asked the gray fog:

If one day, Schiller is about to die, and one of your decisions can save your master, but he himself strongly opposes it, what will you do?

If you obeyed the order and didn't save him, and he died, would you regret it?

If he dies, do you think he will regret creating you before he dies?

Do you think he'd resent you if he died?

If he resented you, would you blame yourself?

If you were given another chance to do it all over again, would you make a different choice?

If you disobeyed Schiller's orders and chose to save him, and he blamed you afterwards, would you feel resentful?

If you disobeyed Schiller to save him, and he was going to kill you for your disobedience, would you resent him?

After Stark used his amazing memory to return these questions to Gray Mist intact, the picture he expected, like the Jarvis program crashing, did not appear. Gray Mist said:

In principle, I will not disobey his orders...

Instead, Stark was stunned. He looked at the cloud of gray fog, and said, In principle, not... what do you mean?

Just need to add money.

I……

Stark covered his forehead, how could he have forgotten that one of the biggest characteristics of the symbiote is to follow the owner, obviously this symbiote is not good at following.

What do you want? Stark asked.

After he wakes up, if he finds that a certain bottle of wine is missing a sip, how about you tell him that it was a loss during storage?

Stark didn't understand Gray Mist's request, but it didn't sound like a difficult task, so Stark agreed.

After that, the gray mist disappeared from his face, and after a while, he came back and said:

The body has been repaired. The elevator is over there. The elevator operator is on vacation today. If you want to leave, you'd better go early...

Stark felt a little weird, but his anxiety still prevailed, so he hurried back to the lunatic asylum, and then put the drowsy Schiller into the elevator, and returned to the surface consciousness unimpeded all the way, after that, The three of them woke up from their dreams and returned to reality.

After they left, Gray Mist sighed, and also entered the elevator, all the way up to the hospital floor. At this moment, there were two figures looking down while holding onto the railing of the patio.

Gray Mist approached and rubbed against one of the figures in a black suit. DC Schiller patted Gray Mist's head and said, Don't think I didn't hear you just now, did you steal another drink?

I don't have it, it's a loss during transportation!

Schiller shook his head helplessly, lit a cigar, and said to the green-haired figure next to him: To be honest, we can really convince the 'I' to cooperate with us...

The green-haired figure let out a series of titters, but said nothing.

DC Schiller touched the wound on his forehead, and said: For a patient to handle so much work, it should be reasonable for me to take a little revenge against this extremely immoral behavior?

But you should have other purposes, right? the green-haired Schiller turned around and asked.

DC Schiller snorted coldly, and he said: You may think that I am the crazier one, but in fact, on the contrary, he is much crazier than me, the most insane one in the world Emotion is greed.

Using suicide to test a secret that makes him curious is just a routine operation for him, but I have to prepare a little backhand to prevent him from playing us to death together.

so what?

I suffered from childhood autism, witnessed the tragic murder of my parents, and the formation of anti-social personality due to psychological trauma, but in the end I made contributions to this society through my own efforts...

This origin story with many protagonist elements superimposed should provide a great guarantee for our survival in this world.

Why are you so sure this is going to be our origin story? asked the green-haired Schiller.

Schiller in a black suit took a sip of his cigar and slowly exhaled the smoke. Through the smoke, he looked towards the floor below, and said:

It's not the story that matters, it's the storyteller.

When the world is extremely important, there are several existences, and they are all talking about this origin story...

A story is no longer a story.

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