The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 1586 Fishing Day ([-])
Schiller and Natasha came near the farthest ice hole. Schiller put down the chair, pointed at Natasha with his hand, and crossed the ice hole to prop up another chair.

Natasha sat down on the first chair, untied the tangled fishing line, and said, "Sure enough, it is correct to be in the same group as you, doctor, that group has been completely overwhelmed by the joy of the fish taking the bait." Dizzy and ungentlemanly."

"You have to tolerate this group of gentlemen who don't have time to fish all year round showing their wild side occasionally." Schiller went to the side and picked up his fishing rod, then took off his gloves and began to adjust the fishing line.

Natasha seemed to be adjusting her fishing rod with lowered eyebrows, but her attention was actually on Schiller's hands, especially the occasional blue veins on the back of her hands when she pulled the fishing line vigorously.

"Ma'am, what do you think about fishing and hunting?" Schiller asked while hanging the bait as if he had picked up a topic at random.

"That depends on what kind of form they are." Natasha has already hung the bait and is fixing the boom at this time. The movements of her hands paused, as if recalling and said: "The beauty of fishing It is in waiting, and the beauty of the hunt is in the chase."

"Generally speaking, I prefer to move and take the initiative in my own hands." Natasha slightly shrugged her nose, and when she pulled her upper lip up, she showed a wild and fierce look from her plump and glamorous beauty.

"In other words, chasing the smell of blood makes me excited, through streams and bushes, find every possible trace, and finally capture the dying prey, dismantle them, and turn them into my own energy, so primitive and brutal, but also so adrenaline rushing."

"Which step excites you the most, killing?"

"No." Natasha shook her head and said, "I never intentionally torture my prey, and I also find the screams very ear-piercing. I will finish them off quite quickly, with a knife in their throat, and I have no interest in corpses."

"If I have to say, when I gradually mastered their traces, I can imagine that their chances of survival are getting less and less, and the power of life and death is gradually held in my hands as I advance. This sense of control Fascinates me."

"Control over the life of another is the supreme control," Schiller concluded, and then went on: "When you hunt, the ignorant prey always has a hope of survival, unaware of the approaching danger, but in a certain At one point you know he's dead, and that information and class gap makes you feel superior."

"Very accurate, doctor." Natasha smiled and said, "A rather violent way to get pleasure, maybe that's why I can carry forward the name of Black Widow."

"Most of your prey are men?"

"There are also a very small number of women." Natasha shrugged and said: "Few are because of personal hobbies, most of them are for mission purposes."

"The vast majority of them are just recreational consumables, but there are a few that impress me."

Natasha showed a playful smile, and her eyes seemed to be deliberately implying her slutty style, but since she said that, Schiller knew that the thing that impressed her most about those people must not be sex.

"Well, let's talk about fishing, doctor." Natasha initiated another topic.

The conversation between them is a bit like playing chess, you play one piece, but because it is too smooth, there is no turn-based jerky, it sounds like they are chatting.

"I prefer fishing to hunting." Schiller looked up at the fishing line shining in the sun, and said, "The hunter understands the prey, and the fisherman understands himself."

"It's often said that anglers are fighting their own patience. The fish are never our match. As long as you are patient enough, they will always take the bait."

"But it often requires some delicate philosophical thinking." Natasha pointed out: "Choosing the right fishing rod and bait also requires a right time and place."

"That's right." Schiller nodded and said, "This is the fun part of fishing. Everything is done in the early stage, but when it comes to the part of the conflict, everything is hidden under the water. I prefer to call it It is civilized violence."

"Interesting." Natasha commented on this point of view, and then said: "Is violence whitewashed by civilization not violence?"

"I wouldn't say it, but I would argue that the process of whitewashing transforms violence into something else, where the emphasis is not on bloodshed, but on what happens when you arrange it patiently, wait quietly, and in the end, unsurprisingly, pay off handsomely. That indescribable excitement."

"Doctor, you always seem to be hinting at something." Natasha looked into Schiller's eyes and said, "Are you also burying a lot of truth a thousand feet under these words?"

"We're all like that, aren't we?"

"But this is me fishing with you, not you hunting with me." Natasha immediately took the initiative again, and she said without any hesitation, "You have to be more straightforward and let me appreciate the charm of fishing, otherwise you can only rely on Nick and Steve to brag about yourself."

"What do you want to hear?" Schiller asked.

"More about emotions."

"But I don't provide emotional counseling."

"This is really strange." Natasha suddenly smiled brightly, squinted her eyes and looked at Schiller and said, "I've never heard a psychiatrist say that. Don't most patients do emotional counseling?"

Schiller pushed his glasses again, as if trying to find a proper place for them on the bridge of his nose, and then he had to say, "So, I'm not a doctor."

"then who are you?"

"I'm Schiller, obviously."

"Ha, yes, it's the multiple personality thing again." Natasha opened her hand and took out a pack of cigarettes from her jacket pocket, and said, "What do you represent? Violence?"

"Do I look violent?" Schiller leaned back in his chair and kept looking up at the top of the fishing rod as the line fluttered slightly in the wind.

"You look very civilized, too civilized." Natasha threw the cigarette case aside, blew out the smoke, and said, "Even a bit too gentlemanly, if it was a former doctor, he wouldn't care about it." Should I invite him, but go to solve the confusion about the family for Professor Charles and the others, or go gag with those two guys who are full of fish."

"Why do you feel that the previous doctors were not interested in you? Do you think your charm is not enough to impress me?"

The question sounded suggestive, but Natasha knew full well that Schiller was good at burying the truth under cloaked words, and never more than a thousand feet deep.

The beautiful female agent pinned her red hair behind her ears and said: "The key to his disinterest in me is not me, but him, or yourself."

"What's wrong with me?"

"You don't get any confusion, sadness, anger from me that you expect to see in other people, I accept everything that reality gives me so flatly, and even have a little fun out of it, we are the same kind of people , so you are not interested in me."

"What about sex?"

"Don't be kidding." Natasha took another puff of smoke, she stared into Schiller's eyes tightly and said, "For the craziest lunatic in the universe, the pleasure that the flesh can provide is not as good as your complicated plans One ten-thousandth of the excitement that comes with finishing."

"And now, what makes me a little uncertain is..." Natasha lowered her eyes, took the cigarette out of her mouth, put her wrist on the edge of the chair, tapped the end of the cigarette lightly with her fingers, and shook off the ash , she said: "Some of the focus I have never felt on you is coming back, making you more like a normal person."

"Then what did I look like?" Schiller leaned back in the chair as if he was aroused, looking at Natasha's face and asked with interest.

"A... thing." Natasha retracted her chin slightly, and said while thinking: "Like nature, it exists beside me, but it is rarely realized. Everything I see about you The surface is only a small part of the whole, and the rest is too large to occupy any attention."

"Do you think it would be better to focus on the great things? Or not?" Schiller asked casually, sideways for the thermos in his bag.

"I'm not sure, but at least you look better now." Natasha pinched her chin with the knuckles of her thumb and index finger, and said without hesitation, looking at Schiller with a scrutiny or even a gaze.

"You allow all of us to see you again in a state that is not knowing and feeling nature, seeing a person called Schiller, not a being."

"It's not all good, ma'am." Schiller unscrewed the lid and said, "When nature shows its power and you see it, it means some kind of disaster is going to happen."

Natasha didn't seem nervous at all, she flicked the cigarette ash, lowered her head and pursed her lips and smiled, then looked at Schiller with that kind of smiling eyes and said: "And see the real you—— Schiller Rodriguez—disasters are nothing in comparison, and the disasters that have befallen me in the past have not allowed me to see anything great for what it is... Want a cigarette?"

Schiller saw Natasha's eyes projected from under the red hair. The eyes were not really flickering, but the invitation was not really inviting either. Just as he was about to speak, the fishing line at the top shook violently.

"The fish is hooked."

In Schiller's bedroom on the second floor of the psychological clinic in Hell's Kitchen, Luo Ji's fingers rested on the spine of a book on the bookshelf. The title of that book was "The Complete Book of Norse Mythology".

Unexpectedly, Luo Ji took the book down, and then found that this book was different from most of the books on the shelf, it was older, and the signs of wear and tear were more obvious.

Luo Ji opened the first page of the book, where there was a line drawing of the father of the gods holding a thunderbolt leading the gods. Odin looked very heroic, as always.

But in the dry ink below the painting, there is such a line: "A great king, a failed father, but the former is not the reason or excuse for the latter."

Luo Ji's eyelashes trembled, and her thumb made a fingerprint on the first page, and then she quickly erased the mark with magic, and looked up and down guiltily as if worried about being discovered.

Then, she turned to the next few pages and found a picture of Thor, with the same note written on it "will be a great king, but he may prefer to be a good brother and a good father."

Luo Ji felt her heart beating like a drum. She flipped through a few pages quickly, found her name, and saw a sentence on it.

"Will never be a great king, but she loves her brother and father more than the throne."

　Start fishing!
　
(End of this chapter)