The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 1286
"I think it may indeed be a mistake to start with mathematics." Batman said in the study of the thinking tower.

"There are two kinds of people in this world. One kind of people tends to abstract logic, while the other kind of people must have concrete examples to exert their wisdom." Stark said at the desk in the Stark Tower office.

Soon, the dim light of the study blended with the bright light of the floor-to-ceiling windows. After the complicated background receded, the two tables were placed in the same space.

Schiller first turned to the left, and Batman held up a piece of paper behind the wooden desk. He said: "Physics is relatively interesting among science subjects, and has a wider range of application scenarios, and it is among all science theories. Among them, I am best at physics."

"Of course, of course, of course, I was born for natural science!" Stark said, standing behind the table on the right: "Or it should have been born for me. When I was born, all the laws of physics in the world Let's all cheer."

"Physics is divided into many categories, such as mechanics, electronics, atomic and molecular physics, quantum mechanics, astrophysics, etc., each of which is to explore the nature of matter and the laws of mutual motion." Batman's The sound is very rhythmic.

"This is the most romantic subject in the world. It truly analyzes every object around us and how the whole world works. If you yearn for the truth of the universe, you must embark on the path of physics." Stark's voice was soft and gentle.

"Next, I will explain the basic definitions of the content covered by basic physics such as mechanics, heat, optics, and electromagnetism..." Batman slowed down his tone, and he continued after a pause.

"There is no doubt that the essence of physics lies in application." Stark nodded and said: "First observe, then summarize, and then apply."

Schiller's soul is like a high wall, standing between the two geniuses. The light of day and night changes, and these voices, whether rational or passionate, or deep or high-pitched, cannot be stopped.

I don't know when Schiller's consciousness has fallen asleep, but this kind of communication has not stopped.

They are teaching Schiller with their own genius scientific thinking, and at the same time let the other party teach themselves.

And the knowledge that lingers in front of the memory warehouse and cannot enter the thinking tower at all, is completely split, crushed, and reorganized in the collision of two genius thinking sparks.

Become something newer, higher, and closer to the truth, and then be sent into the tower together by them.

And at the very bottom of the tower, Sick led a little boy holding a cloud of gray mist, and they looked up together.

At the very top of the tower, the huge bat phantom and the Iron Demon God faced each other across the air. Looking at the turbulent wind and clouds above, they knelt down sickly, looked into the little boy's eyes and said:
"Everyone's id is a manifestation of natural nature. Unfortunately, the natural nature of patients with savant autism is to focus excessively on one aspect and then distract all other aspects."

"Every autistic person is a specialized genius. They only show amazing talent in one aspect, but they seem to be unable to take care of themselves in other aspects. This is a gift and a curse."

"We can deduce the responses necessary for social interaction, but we can't deduce the scientific thinking of geniuses. We are not geniuses in mathematics or natural sciences. We have neither such thinking nor sufficient inspiration."

"But that's okay, when our souls are in tune with true geniuses, our understanding of other people's gifts comes into play, and our minds align with the vibrations."

"Arrogance is in tune with Batman, greed is in tune with Iron Man, taking a little slack of genius from the gifts of great scientists."

Morbid looked into my eyes and said: "We lack this kind of thinking, and the consequence is not just that we cannot engage in research in these disciplines."

"This kind of extremely rational calculation and the most fundamental desire for truth should have been the reins of emotional madness. In the past, we lost it, and now we have found it."

"Keep focused, keep calm, let the endless data and calculations fill the brain, become a logical machine, no longer experience, no longer empathize, and take a completely different path."

"Balance your personality with balanced thinking, and get back all the things you lack due to illness."

Accompanied by a sickly low voice, greed shuttled back and forth between the study and the surface consciousness, as if he had completely fallen into a half-dream and half-awake coma.

Both Batman and Iron Man are aware of what a great genius they're talking to, so their conversations become more and more profound, from Batsuits to Iron Suits, energy to power, history to the future.

They are all desperately instilling their own knowledge and knowledge into the characteristics of greed, and only the characteristic of greed that never refuses can accommodate this almost endless wisdom.

Schiller became the link between the two great geniuses, and because of this, when the peak of the golden-iron battle was sliding towards the slow and low end of the curve, the two huge phantoms looked at the tower of thinking at the same time.

They know that they owe a most precious gift to their friend, to their bond, to the person who sent them here to meet them.

Soon, a brick fell from the top of the thinking tower that had not been broken through for a long time, and then many bricks. Layer upon layer of bricks appeared out of thin air, and they were firmly connected with the tower.

One brick after another draws a smooth arc, going to where they should go. In an instant, the tower has nine more floors, and all the knowledge that cannot be poured into the memory warehouse is stored here.

These boring data, incomprehensible symbols, and design drawings that ordinary people can't understand at all, don't need to change the world, but should change their friends, so that a specialized genius has another way to go .

After that, they still felt that it was not enough, so when they stretched out their hands, a thick gray mist rose from the bottom of the tower, and soon spread to their fingertips.

Gray Mist cheered happily, circled around the top few floors, and let out a hum of surprise.

And when the symbiote factor touched the tremor of the soul, every cell of him was trying to understand the astonishing wisdom of the two geniuses.

The symbiont depends on the host, and when Schiller's thinking gradually moved towards balance, the gray fog finally made a breakthrough. He transformed the original technical memories that relied on experience into true genius thinking and inspiration.

This means that he will not only repair, but also create, not copy and transform like a symbiote, but create like a human being.

In the end, two huge phantoms saluted from the air. They didn't get any technology from each other, but they didn't need to get any technology anymore.

When two geniuses shake hands in the same soul across the universe, no single technology is enough to describe such a great understanding, and no language can describe such a harmonious soul resonance.

After the soul tremors gradually stopped, Schiller suddenly woke up. There was a clear sound, and Schiller trembled instinctively. He turned his head and saw a glass of warm water placed beside him.

"Who said that Stark can't take care of people?" Stark's brisk tone rang in Schiller's ears.

"Thank you." Schiller rarely returned without sarcasm, but frowned, took a sip of water, and said, "Where did you just talk? What happened? Why do I feel a little headache?"

"It's nothing, you just fell asleep again." Stark squinted his eyes lightly, walked back to the back of the battle suit display rack, started to adjust the equipment, and said, "To be honest, I don't even know my The sound is so hypnotic it can put you to sleep 12 times in half an hour."

"It's not your problem." Schiller shook his head and said, "Physics is solely responsible."

"If you want to say that, then I must admit that it is my problem. Physics is innocent, and so is mathematics."

"It seems that I'm really not this material." Schiller squeezed his eyebrows and eyes together with some pain and said, "You should have seen the symptoms of autistic patients in the case analysis, but we can only tend to one kind of talent. , has extremely high concentration in this aspect, but if it is another aspect, it is easy to lose concentration."

"Of course, I've seen it." Stark huddled behind the display rack of the battle suit, adjusting the connection of the lower part of the parts, and he continued: "Many autistic children are quite gifted in memorizing words or artistic graphics. .”

"They can even directly draw the pattern of the whole city with a pen, including the details of every street, but sometimes they don't even know how to wear socks. Many people call them 'cursed geniuses'."

"But I think a genius is a genius, there is nothing to say about being cursed." Stark shook his head and said, "Wisdom will not be cursed, and those so-called cursed performances are just the flaws and imperfections that humans originally have. "

"I really didn't expect you to say that." Schiller was a little surprised, he took out a medical record from his pocket, and said, "Okay, the teaching time is over, and it's time for psychotherapy , what happened?"

"Oh, by the way, you said before that you spread your tail in front of me like a flower peacock, but I didn't notice at all, so you feel sad and wronged..."

"That's your hallucination!"

"Absolutely not."

"That's why you were dreaming."

"Impossible."

Schiller rolled his eyes, stood up and walked to the battle suit display rack, looked at the battle armor nicknamed "Nizi", and said:

"Before, there was such a stubborn guy who broke into my room and held my head to learn mathematics. Ha, he finally got out. He must have been thrown out by the superego. Unfortunately, I didn't see him in a panic. ..."

"No, he wasn't thrown out."

"how do you know?"

"I just know it."

"why?"

Schiller was just asking unconsciously, and also casually glanced at Stark's face, and Stark, who was holding a wrench, slowly stood up and faced Schiller.

When the rich golden sunset outside the floor-to-ceiling windows shone on Stark's face, those brown eyes were half like a shimmering lake and half like a dark and deep sea.

With Schiller's shocked expression, Stark's body stiffened for a moment, and the deep voice that didn't resemble him echoed in the room——

"Because I'm Batman."

　For this bit of vinegar, I made dozens of dumplings! ! ! !
Finally got the two together! ! !

Is it over just to meet?nonexistent!
We unite!

　
(End of this chapter)