The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 1584 Fishing Day ([-])
The atmosphere in the room suddenly fell silent.

It's like when everyone is joking and wants to tell a serious ghost story before going to bed, everyone is playing those childish tricks of "there is someone behind you", and there are some horror elements that are told on the Internet or heard from others. jokes, and then someone seriously told a ghost story that sent shivers down everyone's backs.

What is more frightening than the ghost story itself is that the other party seems to be unable to understand the meaning of this polite social invitation itself, and the warm or warm atmosphere that has finally been activated has returned to its original point. The person who initiated this topic must take responsibility.

So, Ivan pursed his lips, leaned forward, put his palms together, and said, "You should know that the domestic violence rate in Russia is very high. There are always husbands beating their wives, fathers beating their sons, or drunks going crazy at home."

"The damn cold weather and the extreme living conditions have to keep people in a state of arousal, which is supposed to be a way to vent the arousal in order to fight against nature, whether it is sex, or violence, or both."

"Some people choose to vent their excitement by abusing their partners when the door is closed in heavy snow, resulting in many cases of domestic violence and marital rape, and there are also many cases of manslaughter that lead to death."

Ivan's voice is very deep, and when he uses some long sentences to describe the state of affairs, the Russian accent mixed with English is like a knife, plowing a deep ditch in English, a language with relatively simple expressions , reminiscent of snow water, rust and wine.

"But the murderer I saw that day was not like this. He didn't drink alcohol. I'm sure that when the police took him away, the two of us passed by, right under a flyover in Moscow."

"He was reasonably neatly dressed, not a bum, clear-headed, not drugged by alcohol or drugs, and most importantly, he was not hyper-violent, he was hyper-violent and murderous."

"Does he know that girl? Or did he just find someone on the side of the road?" Natasha asked.

Ivan shook his head and said, "I was just passing by, and I didn't see the whole process of the murder. I only saw the last scene of the murderer being brought into the police car. He was so excited that he seemed to be on drugs."

"He may have hallucinations." Schiller said, holding a teacup in both hands: "Many mental illnesses cause neurosis, and those things that often appear in their brains, linger in front of their eyes, and make them indistinguishable." Lucid dreams and hallucinations of reality, mostly related to death."

"Most murderers who suffer from mental illness claim that they hallucinate what happened to their victim, whether they see the victim grow devil's horns, so they feel that they are doing justice to the gods, or Seeing the victim rushing towards me with a knife, I wanted to fight back in self-defense."

"Maybe, he saw him having sex with that girl." Ivan took a sip of hot tea, shook his head and said, "Otherwise, it's hard to explain why he was so excited."

“Scenes that link sex and death are not uncommon,” Schiller said, lowering his eyes. “Usually, people think that humans can experience something similar to an orgasm in the seconds before death.”

"Isn't that self-deceiving gibberish?" Steve asked, frowning, and then he added evidence: "I've been near death several times, and I've only felt fear and pain."

"Maybe someone can turn these into pleasure, but it should be a small number of people." Nick shrugged and said: "If death is really a good thing, those addictions who use a lot of drugs to destroy their bodies in pursuit of pleasure How could a gentleman not try it?"

"I just want to infer from this..." Schiller lightly raised his glasses, and Magneto, who was sitting opposite him, frowned slightly. Schiller continued: "If someone believes in this argument, maybe they You will feel that giving death to others is to let them feel the pleasure of ascension, and at the same time, you can also feel happiness, which is infinitely close to sex, but much more pure and noble than that.”

"It's ridiculous." Steve commented, it was absolutely impossible for him to accept such absurd reasoning, but at this moment he noticed the expression of Natasha sitting opposite him.

Steve slowly opened his eyes wide. When the eyes projected from those clear blue eyes fell on Natasha's face, the beautiful female agent unconsciously opened her eyes.

"You've killed your partner after you slept with them, how did it feel?" Schiller asked, turning to Natasha.

The first half of his sentence was so firm that Natasha had no room to refute, so she just turned her face aside, poked her cheek with a finger, then turned her head back to look at Schiller and said.

"I felt like I was... full of power, and besides, I killed them in the process."

"I think you should go back to bed." Nick lowered his voice and leaned into Steve's ear, "As usual, next is a midnight tea party with psychopaths and lunatics...you know you can't do anything about them, right? "

"Crazy." Steve also moved his head, and said in disbelief, and Nick raised his eyelids as hard as he could, looked at Steve from above his eyes, leaving only the whites of his eyes for others, and then continued: "But it's quite shocking that most of those people are courting their own death."

"I'm a very famous agent." Natasha lifted one leg over the other, put her arms together, smiled and said, "It sounds contradictory, but Black Widow is famous. "

"I don't think anyone is stupid enough to think that a female agent can achieve a nearly [-]% mission completion rate. With only frontal combat capabilities, even from the appearance, I am not the kind of woman to be messed with, but everyone is betting."

"Men are particularly adventurous in this regard. They will always have a ridiculous idea that a female agent with rich experience will give up because of her love for them. Even if I am code-named Black Widow, there are always people who are betting on being able to enjoy it." My beauty and charm cost nothing."

"Maybe it's not that they don't understand, but they are confident that they can escape." Schiller covered his lips with a cup and said, "Or you think that the people who died in your hands before were just because they were not strong and cautious enough, and I can play you in the applause."

"So they are all dead." Natasha's eyes and the corners of her mouth were particularly sharp when she laughed. The evil and cruelty made her look like a real poisonous spider.

Suddenly, the amazing aggressiveness disappeared again, and Natasha's face became gentle and a little alienated again. She said: "Unfortunately, because of professional needs, I have to be measured. If I am that kind of real madman, you may not see Tony Stark now."

"I heard he wasn't doing well enough."

"More than that." Natasha rolled her eyes with some resentment and said: "I shouldn't have such high expectations for him. It seems that the rumors about the cover model's promiscuity are just exaggerated. I really don't understand why Tony is here. It was well received by them."

"It's Tony's wealth that makes him so good." Nick laughed and said, "But no one can despise a man because he can't handle the Black Widow, especially if you still have such great expectations for him."

"His looks are to my liking." Natasha lifted her upper lip and exposed her teeth on purpose when she smiled, making herself look more childish and wicked, and said, "It's those eyes that deceived me." , when he looks at you and talks about love, you think it doesn't matter what he does next."

Steve covered his face, his moral bottom line made him completely unable to participate in such a slightly evil topic, but Charles and even Eric, who were almost the same age as him, listened with gusto.

"This is what we should talk about late at night." Nick poured himself another cup of tea, and then said with some regret: "It's a pity that our wine is still in the box. Alcohol makes people speak freely, right?"

"Then shouldn't men also send a representative to talk about it?" Natasha kicked her calf forward with some dissatisfaction, and said, "I'm not a simple little girl, don't use the 'respect for women' If you're going to prevaricate me with the topics of class' and 'gentlemanliness', you can be more straightforward."

Steve coughed twice in embarrassment, and Natasha's gaze fell on him immediately, and said, "Captain, you are the only man here with a regular partner."

"Carter and I...we're normal." Steve thought for a long time before he could squeeze out a sentence, and then he said with some uncertainty, "I don't know if I should say this, but compared with your rich and intense love history, we are just like lambs that haven't been slaughtered."

"What about Peggy?" Natasha raised her eyebrows and asked.

"Both of us didn't have much time at that time." Steve tilted his head to the side, and said with a pursed mouth, "I came and went in a hurry, and I can't count how many times we were interrupted by tasks to make out."

"It's really a pity." Nick said this, but Natasha refused to let go, and she looked at Nick again.

Nick immediately raised his hands in surrender and said, "Women are a nuisance, and a woman like you is a huge nuisance. One cling would kill me half my life."

"Rather than betting again and again whether you are holding a knife in your back, I would rather tighten my belt. This is one of the magic weapons for me to survive until now and become a legendary agent."

"What about the family?" Schiller asked.

"That's something I don't deserve." Nick took a sip of hot tea, sighed softly, and said, "Agents focus on attacking and constantly attacking, while what the family needs is a guard who stops. The two cannot be taken care of at the same time. Every practitioner of a dangerous profession who thinks he has the ability to balance the relationship between the two will die a miserable death in the end."

"Very sober." This time it was Eric who spoke.

Charles had to use his eyes to look at him again, and glanced at him continuously, and found that Eric was really unresponsive. Charles had no choice but to say: "But the continuous attack will end one day. When the days calm down, there will be another day." What consolation? The old days are gone, my old chap."

"You are always optimistic, Charles." Eric said flatly, but this seemed to arouse Charles' anger. He turned to stare at Eric and said, "And you are always too pessimistic."

"I'm just overly realistic, and there's a benefit to that."

"what is the benefit?"

"Isn't it good enough that I can come down to you safe and sound and laugh at you while you're being chased like a drowning dog?"

Seeing that the two of them were about to turn over all the old accounts again, Nick cleared his throat and looked at Schiller, half curious and half changing the subject, and asked: "Doctor, you used your superb conversation skills again Everyone got in, and you still haven't told us why you didn't choose a family."

"Me? I'm another dimension."

"Care to talk?"

(End of this chapter)