The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 1407 Return of the Old Days ([-])
In the Karma Taj Meditation Room, the atmosphere of serious conversation was finally broken. Strange closed the black notebook and placed it between the two of them again, then tapped the cover with his fingers and asked, "What do you think?" Who do you think is explaining all this to us?"

"I know what you want to ask." Stark covered his mouth with his wine glass, leaned back on the chair relaxedly, and said, "All the chaos that happened before, the intruders at the Asgard Technology Fair, the sudden Membership gifts, The Mandarin and his ten rings, messy kids, and more...”

"Everything happened without warning before, and then suddenly broke out, beyond everyone's expectations. The motives, methods and harvest of everything are like a ball of yarn, so of course you will think of a name - Schiller .”

Strange pursed his lips and didn't respond, but he was actually saying that he didn't need to respond, which was obvious.

In the entire universe, where there is trouble and where there is no trouble, where there is something missing and where there is more, who kills who does not kill who, who cooperates with whom and who does not cooperate with whom, which company does red things and which ones do white things, which ones There is only one thing to do if you want to get the answers to all these questions—to find Schiller.

This is not only the consensus of everyone in the Radiance Alliance, but also gradually developed into the consensus of all earth superheroes. Even Matt has chosen to go to the clinic to find Schiller in the first place. Who else can be expected not to do so?

Seeing the determined expression on Strange's face, Stark revealed a very complicated expression. Strange stared at Stark's face, narrowing his eyes. Before he could ask, Stark asked Take the initiative to say.

"I know you all suspect Schiller, but he has an alibi."

"Who?"

"I."

Along with Stark's narration, the time went back to about two weeks ago. Stark, who was staring at the instrument in the laboratory, suddenly felt a thought, and the voice of another soul appeared in his mind, but he was already familiar with it. up.

"Gnar disappeared."

That was the voice of Batman, Stark paused slightly on the wrist holding the pen, he turned the pen in his hand, and said: "It doesn't matter, anyway, our research on him has basically been completed, and he is fine." used."

After talking, Stark stood up and pulled down the blinds by the window. After leaving Jarvis for so long, he finally had a little self-care ability. At least he figured out how to pull down the blinds and close the leaves.

"Who do you think did it?"

"Who else could have done it?"

Batman seemed silent, but after a moment he said, "The Schiller you know is different from the one I know."

"But it's essentially the same." Stark was not sloppy. He threw the pen back into the pen holder. He failed, but he didn't care about it. Instead, he walked to the cabinet where the small instruments were placed, and used the glass door In the reflection, he straightened his shirt, then walked to the door, picked up his coat, and put on his coat.

"Are you going to find him just like that?"

"if not?"

Batman was a little silent again, as if he didn't know how to evaluate Stark's action, but when Stark walked out, Batman said again: "Did you visit him without a gift?"

"I just went to ask him about his plan, what gift to bring?" Stark's tone was full of puzzlement.

"Do you think he'll tell you the truth if you just rush over there?"

"He won't tell me the truth if I don't rush over directly."

Batman was silent again, Stark walked out, raised his hand and said: "Come on, there are not so many twists and turns, I spend at least 2 million dollars a year on my mental health management, Pepper and Obama Even Dai Ya can testify, isn't it better than passing a bottle of red wine politely?"

Batman stopped talking, but he might feel that his attitude didn't agree, Stark said while riding on the shuttle: "I can feel it from your attitude, the Schiller you met should be the same as me. The one I know is very different, he probably has a lot of etiquette."

"For this Schiller I know, if I went to him now with a bottle of red wine that is expensive to anyone but me, he would definitely be slapping my mental health management budget. Added to that to treat my social dysphoria that accompanies my anxiety disorder."

"Whatever you want," was all Batman could say.

The shuttle soon stopped at the Arkham Sanitarium, but the receptionist at the front desk told Stark that Schiller was not here, and Stark said triumphantly: "Look, I know he must be studying As for Gnar, Schiller would disappear for a few days, pretend to be on vacation, and then there would be a series of complicated and headache-inducing plans in front of us, and I knew him too well."

"Are you going to stop him?"

"Of course not, most of his plans are beneficial, and he can always organize many complicated things into one line after another, let them belong to the same purpose, and then disperse them into many different small goals, and complete them in one go. "

"To be honest, this looks like a miracle to me, but it's not a bad thing for me, human beings, or the Nine Great Nations, and it can also be said to be of great benefit."

"But it is true that to a certain extent, I have to stop him, because in the process of completing this plan, he is consuming himself unrestrainedly. I couldn't understand his series of complicated plans before, and I couldn't find the opportunity to intervene. Wanting to interfere with him and being afraid of screwing everything up is a different thing now."

Batman sends an affirmative thought through Stark's mind, and he says in a flat, declarative tone, "You catch a thread and I'll figure it all out."

"Thank you, man, if you weren't a rich man like me, I would definitely pay a lot of money to hire you as my staff." Stark whistled a frivolous whistle.

"Save it for your mental health management bills."

Stark doesn't care about Batman's dry humor.

The situation of the two of them is very strange. They should be the least favorite kind of people on both sides. For Batman, Stark is too emotional, emotional, and always likes to add too much to the rigorous calculations and inferences. Inspiration, unscrupulously lowering the efficiency of work, unable to take care of himself, private life is still relatively chaotic, smoking, drinking, clubbing, and clubbing, he is a full-fledged libertine.

For Stark, Batman is like an old-fashioned, life must be rigid, without passion at all, too skeptical, pursuing minutiae, thinking that the spark of inspiration will only delay the efficiency of event completion, pursuing absolute rationality, And always like to tell bad jokes.

It is indeed difficult for these two people to get along well, but the miracle is that during the time they shared the same body, neither of them restrained their own shortcomings, and even let them stand out voluntarily.

In fact, Stark has not been drunk for a long time, it was just his previous anxiety attacks and escapism, but recently, he likes to drink after the experiment, let the alcohol paralyze his brain, also in a certain place Paralyze Batman's brain to a certain extent, or throw yourself on the deafening dance floor and shake your body to your heart's content.

Batman's obsessive-compulsive disorder is getting more and more serious. Every pen and every piece of paper is placed in its designated place. Different symbols point to different passwords on each page of the calendar, and then point to different actions. Record every face they have ever seen, remember the smallest appearance and behavior details of each person, and store them in categories, all the details of life are in order, day after day.

They experienced two completely different lives in their time alone, unrestrained and old-fashioned, relaxed and rigorous, leisurely and tense.

Iron Man and Batman are not completely free from the social vision. In the Justice League, Batman can't let himself get drunk because he is everyone's hope. In the Avengers, Iron Man can't show too much. Be nervous because that makes everyone nervous.

When they use their own bodies, they can do what they can't do because of maintaining their image and identity, or what they can't think of doing because of their personality, when they share one body, they can do as much as they want.

Nervous people will relax, and casual people will be rigorous, which will fill their gaps in social identity and spiritual needs, making their mental states more stable and their behaviors more sound.

Batman and Iron Man understand to some extent why Schiller cut himself into so many slices. Then you will be able to adapt to the society more perfectly externally and heal yourself internally.

Now Batman and Iron Man are exploring, assuming they are two personalities of one person, how to allocate their strengths to better adapt to life, when inspiration is needed, it is Stark, and when inference is needed, it is Bat Come on, and there are more subtle things in life.

When they share the same body, the fluctuations of each other's thinking and soul can be well understood, so that after they separate, they can learn from each other's methods of dealing with problems during this time period, and relax when it is time to relax. , Be nervous when you should be nervous.

Batman and Iron Man have almost the same intelligence, so they don't have to worry about rusting their brains when the other takes over their bodies, or being stuck in intelligence and unable to take over the work of the previous person. Their thoughts are connected smoothly and quickly, Naturally.

There is no such wonderful opportunity in this world, let another self with the same wisdom and understanding ability, and complement the advantages and disadvantages of personality teach you in your mind how to make up for the shortcomings and develop the advantages. They all understand this, So cherish this moment very much.

"Are you really not going to prepare a gift?"

After Stark re-boarded the shuttle, Batman brought up the old story again, and he rarely opened his mouth to explain part of his thoughts: "Without Schiller, I would not be here, and we would not cooperate."

"You want to thank him with a gift? That's just old-fashioned." Stark shook his head, spread his hands and said, "The first time I saw him, I would give him a big hug. Isn't it enough?"

Batman fell into deep thought, he felt very absurd, physical contact was not gratitude for him but torture, the thoughts of "what is on the other side" and "what will happen if you hug him" will continue to torture him for about a week .

"Okay, let me give you a demonstration." Stark moved his shoulders indifferently, watching the shuttle stop steadily at the door of the S.H.I.E.L.D. They, Schiller is teaching here.

Stark raised his hand and glanced at his watch, and found that they came at the right time, and Schiller should have just finished a class, so he tightened his coat, took off his sunglasses, and walked in with smooth and coherent strides.

Pushing open the door of the classroom, walking down the stairs at a brisk pace, not paying attention to the flow of students passing by, Stark shouted at Schiller, walked up to him and hugged him vigorously, and then said.

"I just went to the nursing home to look for you. You're not here. They said you're taking classes here. How's the class going?"

"Not bad, what's the matter?"

"Nothing, thank you."

"Oh, you're welcome to go to the cafeteria?"

"Let's go."

Batman felt he was a long way from being able to act sanely.

(End of this chapter)