The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 1020 Schiller in 1991

After the superego finished saying this, Schiller was not very surprised. After all, there are very few outsiders in this tower. The clown infected by the clown virus counts as one, and the system that suddenly appeared at the beginning naturally counts as one. .

After his eyes moved away from the dead body of Schiller lying on the table in front of him, he did not fall back to the face of the superego, but looked at the chair behind the table.

It wasn't a very comfortable chair, or even an ordinary chair, it was a 20th-century torture-chamber metal anchor, with latches here and there.

In the whole room, there are no windows except for a small light bulb hanging on the top. Schiller knows without looking that the door behind him is closed tightly. More importantly, the smile of the superego at this time, Not very friendly.

"If you want to entertain me, you don't need such strict measures." Schiller shook his head and said, "We are one person. If it is beneficial to me, I will not run away."

"But this is not to prevent you from escaping." The superego tapped the tabletop again with its fingertips, looked at Schiller, who paused for a moment, but his face remained unchanged, walked over and sat down, and saw the superego go Fiddling with the lock on the side of his left arm, he said, "You don't think I have any psychological burden on the type of food, do you?"

"Wrong guess again," the superego commented, and then he went on to explain: "This is to prevent some too violent personalities from getting excited halfway through."

After finishing speaking, Chaowo glanced back at Schiller's corpse on the hospital bed. Schiller followed his gaze and began to observe the condition of the corpse instinctively. From the outside, the corpse was wearing an ordinary shirt and suit pants. The wounds of the lost limbs are very smooth, and they should have been finely cut.

When this conclusion just appeared in Schiller's mind, alas, he suddenly denied his own idea, because he found that there were some special marks on the wound on his arm that shouldn't appear, which made Schiller feel very uncomfortable.

He frowned, and said with some disgust: "What the hell are you doing? No, stop your actions, take the plate away, I won't eat this stuff, you've made it too ugly, my God, I'm having trouble breathing..."

Schiller's breathing really became a little short, even worse than when he didn't fuse well before, and the super ego pursed his lips, walked around behind the chair, and buckled the lock on Schiller's right hand on your wrist, he said, "Look, that's why I'm immobilizing you, I didn't make that wound."

Superga leaned over and twisted the waist buckle around the back of the chair, and said, "You remember when we got into some trouble earlier and I let Sick out?"

Schiller turned his head to one side, trying not to look at the problematic wound, he nodded absently, and the superego continued: "Before he left, I was worried that his soul power was not enough, so I invited him here Come, I want to see him off with a sumptuous banquet."

"But you know, that guy is always overly excited when facing this kind of scene. I cut the food for him and left. I thought he would just sit there and eat, but I didn't expect that he was completely Not satisfied with the food on the dinner plate..." The super-ego shook his head, and said helplessly, "Do you think the missing piece on the right side of the wound looks like a tooth mark?"

"Damn it!" Schiller cursed, he suddenly became very irritable and began to struggle continuously, Superego patted his shoulder lightly, so Schiller calmed down, but he was still panting heavily, Said in a low tone:
"That made me feel really bad. He did something so wrong and it's completely irreparable. I think, I should get out of here now and get some medicine. I feel really bad..."

When facing another self, Schiller always appeared more straightforward, and the superego shook his head and said: "I advise you to go up after eating, your fusion has just been completed, and it is time to replenish your strength, and You should have figured it out, Batman isn't that easy to deal with anymore."

"He's not important at all. If it wasn't for the curse, I wouldn't bother to care about him." Schiller's face became a little pale again. Behavior fixed to the chair.

The superego stretched out its hand, pressed Schiller's neck, pulled him back, let his back completely lean on the back of the chair, and then fixed his neck with the lock of the neck, saying: "In the madhouse When that little guy came here, he refused to take off his mask, and when I did it, he almost bit me."

"Of course." Schiller still hung his head, but because the lock was on his neck, he couldn't lean forward, so he could only lower his head slightly, look at the ground and say, "I've said it all, sorry, It's a good knife."

"We should all remember that during the hospitalization period, at the beginning, no one noticed that I was not given enough medicine, which caused me to get sick, completely out of control, and bit the nurse who had been taking care of me, she was just an ordinary woman. Man, almost died."

Superego went on to say: "That little guy is a product of that psychological trauma, so he has been reluctant to take off his mask since he was born."

"However, he's gotten better lately, because he found out that Hippo Goddess said she was serious about introducing her daughter to him, and even Konsu meant it, and they all wanted the Egyptian pantheon to have a good enough Son-in-law...he has been hiding in the ward recently."

The superego showed a smile, arranged the plates on the table, then walked to the hospital bed, and began to prepare food. Schiller, who had fallen into a state of anxiety again, spoke very quickly although his tone was weak:
"No, don't cut like that, go to the muscle...yes, right, cut it right there...no, it's too deep, god, you screwed up, throw that piece of meat away, I'm I won't eat it!"

"No, I don't want that part, I'm different from Hannibal, I don't eat offal, it's very fishy, ​​you better leave it to the gluttonous guy who doesn't pick..."

"No facial musculature, too low fat, bad taste, neck meat is good, but the way you handle it is very wrong...you put it in the frying pan, you are crazy, throw it away !"

"I have to say, your technique of chopping vegetables is very good, did you learn from Batman? The way you put the meat in the grill reminds me of some vegetarians, I mean, not bad..."

"clang!"

Superego tapped the edge of the baking tray with a shovel, rolled up his eyelids, and looked at Schiller from above his eyes. Schiller looked at him unflinchingly. Then, Superego lowered his eyes again and said, "If you don't Shut up, and I'll cut off the flesh from the wound you hate the most."

"I said, this chair is used to prevent me from escaping, right?"

After Schiller finished this sentence, he stopped talking until the superego prepared all the food, then stood at the table, cut it into complete squares with a knife, stacked them neatly on the plate, and then used the most central part of the four-pronged fork The two tines pick up the food and bring it to Schiller's mouth.

Schiller shook his head and said, "Don't think I didn't see it. You missed turning this piece of meat once. Take it away quickly."

Superga took a deep breath, let out a smirk, put down the fork and knife, and walked out of the room.

After a while, he took a piece of black cloth, folded it diagonally in half and then in half again, and folded the square cloth into cloth strips, then covered Schiller's eyes, and punched a hole on the back of his head. knot.

"Do you think it's useful? Do you think I can't taste it?" Schiller didn't show any weakness, and I fed him another piece of meat. After eating it, Schiller chewed it, and then said, "This is not the meat from just now." The block should be the lower part of the brachioradialis muscle, besides, the heat is good..."

The fixing measures of this chair are very perfect. There are locks on the neck, shoulders, upper arms, wrists, upper abdomen, lower abdomen, thighs, calves, and ankles, so Schiller can't move at all. He wanted to make a chair. A relaxed posture, but because the back is too tight against the back of the chair, it still looks a little stiff.

So, he could only pretend to be relaxed and said: "This proves that you are good at cooking, I think, now we can talk about the main topic... I mean, the system."

"You can continue to express some opinions on my cooking skills, I don't care." Chaoga said while handling the food on a plate.

Schiller stopped talking, he ate another piece of meat fed to him by Super Me, chewed it for the first time, and said at the same time: "It has a little tendon, the taste is good, but the heat is not good."

The movement of Chaowo's hands paused for a moment, but he still said: "Since you were the first to wake up when we landed, didn't you notice any abnormalities?"

"I was the first to wake up, but it doesn't mean I was conscious at the time. At that time, our souls were still not fully adapted to this body, and we couldn't mobilize our brains to think, so we couldn't find any abnormalities."

"But..." Schiller changed the subject and said, "I can speculate based on what I saw at that time. First and foremost, the system landed before us."

"In other words, the system did not come here bound to our soul, but stayed in the original body, waiting for our arrival. I guess, you, the only one who was conscious at that time, should have discovered it earlier than me. over that."

While handling the food on the plate, the superego said, "Indeed, at the time, none of you were conscious, so you didn't notice that when we came into this world, we experienced a long buffer period, and after the buffer period ended, the high The tower fell."

"When the tower fell from mid-air, there was only one person on the barren and blank land, and that was him, the system, or Schiller."

"Do you think he is the original Schiller?" Schiller asked, "I mean the real Schiller, not us outsiders."

The superego shook his head, and although Schiller couldn't see his movements at all, his negative attitude could be heard in the intervals between his speeches.

"I am very sure that he is not a soul, nor does he have any consciousness. In short, he is completely different from us. If we have to say it, it is just a force, a force so huge that we can't even imagine it."

Under the cloth strip covering his eyes, Schiller frowned. To be able to be called an unimaginably huge power by the superego meant that this so-called system must have a strong background.

Without him, at the beginning, Marvel Schiller carried out a series of operations in Marvel. Just wave after wave of member gifts provided countless magical energy for their souls, but the superego never cared. Whenever there is power in the account, he will just calmly let Marvel Schiller send this power into the warehouse.

The warehouse in the thinking tower is very ordinary, and there are no security measures, and there is no need to hide it. That is to say, the superego doesn't care whether it has personality or not, and secretly uses this energy.

This kind of thing is not impossible. After all, there are many personality fragments representing negative traits in the tower of thinking. They all steal things, but they don't want to do anything with the stolen things. It's just their nature.

In the eyes of anyone in any world, the energies that Schiller obtained can be said to be vast, and DC Schiller knows very well that even Barbatos cannot be so powerful to what Marvel Schiller obtained. Many energies turn a blind eye, but the superego never cares.

However, the superego showed great importance to the system Schiller lying on the hospital bed, and even set up the room where he was stored at the end of the lunatic asylum, and let Moonlight Schiller guard it. This shows that this power has already So large that the superego cannot afford to lose it.

At this time, Schiller thought of another point, and the superego seemed to have a tacit understanding with him, and said: "Yes, these defensive measures I have taken are not to guard against you, but to guard against greed."

"If Greed knows the existence of this room, he won't even give you a hair."

(End of this chapter)