The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 1570 People Who Chase the Sun (38)

Schiller looked at Charles's wrinkled eyes, and he suddenly realized that what attracted him the most was the blue eyes he had just glimpsed at Professor X's young skin.

Many people always feel that some memories seem to be from another world at a certain moment in their lives, but they are easily evoked by some small details. For some reason, Schiller and Charles have come to the door of the room together.

Schiller, who was slightly awake, pushed open the door, and Charles walked in behind him. The two sat down at the table. Schiller's eyes followed Charles's. Charles didn't know what he was looking at, but he always felt that Schiller saw other people through him.

"You are really a good doctor, Professor Charles." Sitting on a chair, Schiller lowered his eyes and nodded, "I really didn't grow up in an ordinary family environment."

"Tell me about this part." Charles took out a pen and paper from under the table, which meant that he was going to write down what Schiller said.

Schiller put his hands on the table, his fingers intertwined, and his posture seemed a little tense. Before Charles could comfort him and let him relax, Schiller spoke.

"I hope you only listen to this as a story, because it doesn't fit the current background, and you won't find any basis for reality from this story, and none of this happened in this universe."

"Of course, I understand that you don't have to feel pressured. Although I say that, you may not trust me completely, but when you feel that revealing your heart to me may affect your real life, think about who I am, what I can do, and if I really want to use your past to hurt you, then there is no need to sit here and ask you."

Schiller's eyes widened slightly. It was the first time he heard a psychiatrist say that to someone, but he had to admit that this trick was really useful, and Professor X was on the opposite side.

It can be said that Professor X is the doctor in the world that will not bring psychological pressure to patients, because all patients know that Charles can read minds directly, but he still sits obediently across the table and tries his best to trick you. He really makes me cry to death.

Schiller smiled and shook his head, looking a little helpless, he said: "Of course I'm not worried about your moral level, professor, I'm just telling the truth, my past has nothing to do with this universe."

"An alien?" Charles asked tentatively.

"This is already an open secret." Schiller sighed softly and said: "Everyone who has seen the scenes of other multiverses understands that I am the accident that should not have happened. It's just that they tacitly don't talk about it. Maybe they are worried that I will be sad."

Charles was silent for a while, and said, "Maybe they thought it might make you feel lonely... Do you think this universe is good enough?"

"of course."

"Is it because your original living environment was not good enough?"

Schiller shook his head and said: "I don't make such comparisons, but just look objectively at whether the company of my friends really makes me feel not alone."

"Tell me about your childhood."

Schiller was also silent for a while, and then said: "In this universe, there are many superheroes with superpowers on Earth, right?"

"Then, have you ever thought about it, Professor, if you are the only person with superpowers in this world?"

Charles twitched slightly. He didn't expect Schiller to bring up this topic at all. Charles opened his mouth and closed it again, but finally said: "Maybe I will try to find someone of the same kind. If there is really no one, I may choose to find a secluded place to live alone."

"Really? Do you really have such a chance?"

Charles suddenly realized what Schiller was talking about, he looked straight into Schiller's eyes, and said, "You were discovered?...was discovered in childhood?"

"Probably so." Schiller gave an ambiguous answer, and then said: "From the time I can remember, when I was about two to three years old, I discovered that I have a special ability. I can feel some things around me."

"what?"

"There are everything, objects thrown at me, life walking towards me, people who radiate malice towards me. It's hard for me to describe this feeling, but it's like a radar implanted in my brain, and I can clearly feel everything around me."

Charles frowned. He thought about it seriously, and said, "This should not be a mutant ability, because the symptoms appeared too early, and there was no explosive growth. Judging from what you said, it may be a natural mutation of the brain."

Charles turned his eyes to one side and recalled: "In the human brainwaves I scanned, it was easy to find that each person's brain structure has subtle differences, and some of the brain regions develop specialized geniuses, and their brain structures are very different from ordinary people."

"It's just that the level of human technology has not yet developed to the point of identifying such differences. I am not a brain scientist, so I can only vaguely say that their brain waves are indeed abnormal."

"I guess, it should be an abnormality in the structure of your brain, which causes your brain waves to be able to touch something around you as if it were real, so you have a radar-like feeling."

Schiller nodded and did not comment on this conclusion, but went on to say: "I don't know whether it's luck or misfortune, but when I first realized the existence of this ability, I was abandoned by my parents due to severe autism in children and came to an orphanage."

Charles narrowed his eyes slightly, knowing that this must not be the worst thing that happened to Schiller.

"Because of the existence of autism, it is difficult for me to communicate with other people in a normal way, but this ability of mine gives me a powerful instinct to seek good luck and avoid bad luck, even to the point of foreknowledge. I can catch plates falling from the table in an instant, and be one step ahead of others to know the arrival of lightning."

"More importantly, I will follow my instinct to avoid those who are malicious to me. I don't know how I judge, but before some children in the orphanage try to play tricks on me, I can avoid it early, and I can also see the nature of some adopters with malicious intentions, so I can hide early without being discovered."

Charles frowned even tighter, and he said, "It's infinitely close to reading minds."

Schiller shook his head and said, "No, it's far worse than that. I can only feel vague malice, and I can feel it regardless of whether the malicious target is me or whether there is a target at all."

Schiller's eyes were empty, as if he had entered the memory again, and he said after a while: "One day, a special adopter came to the orphanage, a foreigner. I felt unparalleled malice from him, so I hid early. I often hide in that cabinet."

"The teachers and nurses in the orphanage are very used to all this. No one forced me out. I thought I could escape this. But the malicious foreigner proposed to visit the environment of the orphanage and raise funds from foreign foundations. The dean attached great importance to this matter, so he let him in."

"He is not an ordinary person. He is very good at observing traces. At that time, I was young and didn't know how to hide the traces of my actions. I just acted on instinct, so he discovered it."

Schiller sighed and was silent for a while before saying: "My hunch was right at the time. He came from a certain laboratory abroad. The research project of this laboratory is to exert mental control on children and use them to engage in sabotage activities."

"The vast majority of people are not wary of children, but some children with special talents can successfully complete intelligence theft or sabotage activities behind enemy lines after training. This is exactly the purpose of their research."

Charles opened his eyes slightly. He didn't need Schiller to tell him which country this so-called foreign country was. In fact, this wasn't even a very surprising project. As far as Charles knew about half of the immoral things, most of them were much more serious than this.

"Unfortunately, at that time I would not hide my abnormality, which was discovered by them." Schiller turned his body to one side and leaned on the armrest while recalling, "They once wanted to take some more extreme measures to investigate the cause of my abnormality, but they soon discovered that in addition to this special feeling, my physical fitness and strength are far beyond ordinary people."

"Why?" Charles asked in surprise.

Schiller shook his head and said, "It's possible that, as you said, the mutation in my brain area affected my pain perception. From a very young age, I found that I hardly felt pain."

"Maybe because of this, I don't have the muscle protection brought by pain. Muscle restriction is naturally released, so in terms of strength, especially the momentary explosive power, it is comparable to some mental patients who have released muscle restriction."

Charles nodded, he felt that the situation Schiller said was possible, and then he heard Schiller continue.

"They think that if they kill me and dissect my brain, then this power will be wasted. It's better to control me to engage in sabotage activities. How much damage can an agent with early warning ability and natural strength cause? Just think of Spider-Man."

Charles blinked slightly, and said with a smile, "No wonder you have such a good relationship with Peter. He never leaves his good doctor."

Schiller lowered his head and shook his head slightly and said, "I'm far worse than Spider-Man, and all my abilities are only slightly better than ordinary people, not even in the category of superpowers, but as I said, there is no one else but me, so it stands out."

"What did that organization do to you?" Charles then asked.

"This experimental project team has existed for many years. They have indeed made great achievements in the field of manipulating others. They spent about ten years controlling me in various ways. It is not humane from the perspective of normal society, but most of the time I feel no pain."

"So are you under control?"

"Absolutely not."

Schiller shook his head and said: "They failed completely, and I don't know whether it was luck or misfortune. All their research results over the past few decades have been absorbed by me, and combined with my autism pathology, I have formed my current pathology."

"Usually, the pathology of autistic patients will be in a dissociative and undisciplined state. Ten years ago, I had similar symptoms, but the research results they imposed on me focused on putting pressure on and manipulating others from the position of the subject."

"This corrected some of the withdrawal and inattention pathologies of autism very well, making my pathology turn manipulating others into an instinct, and it is still effective today."

The expression on Charles’s face was wonderful. After several changes, he sighed and said, “Although autism is bad, manipulating others is also very evil. I really don’t know whether it’s a blessing in disguise, or it just got worse.”

(End of this chapter)