The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

"What do you think will catch the fish?"

"Hungry? Arrogant? I don't know."

Natasha was still staring closely at the fishing line that disappeared on the water, as if a fish could be seen from that hole. Schiller's fishing line was floating not far from him. It seemed that the bait was not heavy, and it was even a little too thin compared to ice fishing.

"Usually speaking, I wouldn't call a one-night stand as immoral." Natasha said tentatively, "Perhaps in the eyes of some people, it only symbolizes debauchery. Obviously, this group of people doesn't include me."

"But I think it is necessary to obtain the 'full' consent of the subject before starting this matter."

"Have you told every one of your one-night stands that you're a black widow?"

Natasha was almost roaring in pain. She leaned forward and said to the ice, "They don't need to know! Is this good for our next intimacy?!"

"So you didn't inform them of your danger either."

"That's because I can't..."

"You really can't?"

Natasha remained silent, and it took a long time before she said as if she was trying to make amends: "In most cases, no, the encounters I have with those boys are usually only related to romance. If they keep this matter within this range, then they will not be in danger."

"But someone wants more."

"Men usually want more." Natasha sighed deeply, and said as if remembering something: "After they thought they had conquered my body, they began to explore the possibility of capturing my spirit."

"Although it is a bit rude, I can understand it, because it is I who gave them the illusion of this possibility. This is to make them ignore my aggressiveness, otherwise they will be like a shy quail. They dare not do anything. Tony Stark is like this."

"He is the smartest smart person in the world. I dare say he sensed something was wrong the first time he saw me. It was just that he was in a bad state of mind at that time, as if he was looking for death. Maybe he wanted to find a romantic way to die for himself."

"But he backed off anyway."

"No smart person would." Natasha looked up into Schiller's eyes, and said, "Especially you smart detectives, I only need to expose more than 30.00% of my upper body skin, and you can see that I have killed people like hemp."

"So those who slept with you and were killed by you because they were stupid."

Very well, the topic is back to the original point, Natasha thought rather painfully, why would she want to persuade a psychiatrist?

"I'm curious why you tried to stop me, but in a reasonable way, you shouldn't use this method often, ma'am."

Natasha looked up at Schiller again and said, "The question is how do I know if I do it another way, you or I or both of us won't get hurt and then make the situation even more out of control?
"You're one of those rare agents who sees the big picture."

"If not, I would have disappeared in a flash." Natasha's tone was full of sadness.

Manhattan is still bustling, and the roads are full of traffic. Even with the more advanced transportation facilities such as shuttles, the number of vehicles has not been reduced. Strange, who was sitting in the driver's seat, honked impatiently, startling Stark, who was sitting in the passenger seat.

"God, haven't you gotten used to the traffic in New York?" Stark took off his sunglasses and said impatiently, "It's useless to honk."

"But it can make me feel better." Strange said blankly, "They will never know how many people will die if they stop an excellent surgeon. Death will have to give them an award."

"Are you sure you can find where Schiller used to live?"

"As I said, it is registered in the Presbyterian Church's medical personnel information. I also found his emergency contact number, but the number has been canceled." Strange looked out the car window and said.

Soon, their car drove along the streets of Manhattan into the back alley of an apartment building. After the two got out of the car and walked to the front of the apartment building, Strange took out the authentication card from his suit pocket.

"When I got this information, I called the landlord and he said that there is still someone renewing the lease on the house. I guess that person is Schiller, but he doesn't live here, so I guess he may have something in it."

"Isn't it a little bad for us to go in like this?"

"If you were worried about that, you shouldn't have come with me." Strange said as he walked into the elevator passage, and Stark followed him.

"I'm pretty sure he was drinking when I first met him, and judging from his dilated pupils, he may have been on drugs too, but it's not a professional drug, it might be an overdose of analgesics."

"Unbelievable." Stark shook his head and said.

Soon the elevator came to the designated floor, and Strange stepped out of the elevator without hesitation and strode towards the corridor of the apartment, then looked up to check the number on the door.

"2128...here." Strange shook his head at Stark behind him, and then started to unlock the door.

"Do you remember what Schiller said about the other world?" Stark asked first.

"You mean the world he came from? Maybe there is such a world, but first we have to figure out how he started in our world."

Strange walked into the door and touched the light switch from one side of the wall. After turning on the light, the room was very tidy. It was a very standard high-end apartment in Manhattan. As you can imagine, the floor-to-ceiling windows facing the door could see the bustling night scene, which accounted for 80.00% of the rent value.

Strange stood on the threshold and looked around for a week, then touched the top of the shoe cabinet and said: "There are always people cleaning here, but this apartment building should not be equipped with home cleaning services."

Just as Stark was about to go in, Strange stopped him, then took out two pairs of shoe covers and gloves and said, "Although I'm not sure if Schiller is renewing the lease, but no matter who it is, we can't just break into his house and make a mess here."

Stark looked at Strange as if he was a little surprised. Strange said while putting on his shoe covers, "Don't stare at me. Although I have no morals, I have the most basic qualities."

After they were armed, they walked into the room. This is a very standard apartment suite, with one bedroom, one living room, one kitchen and one bathroom. The open kitchen and dining room are connected with the living room.

If there is anything that is the most eye-catching in the ordinary modern decoration style living room, it must be the cabinet next to the dining table. Strange strode over without hesitation, and then found that this cabinet is really strange, with several wine bottles inside.

It was wine bottles not wine, the lids had completely disappeared, the wine was gone, and some of the bottles had labels still stained with wine, which by any measure did not look like something that should be in the sideboard of an apartment of this class.

"My God, are you sure Schiller has been cleaning this house?" Stark squinted at the contents of the liquor cabinet and said, "Jack Daniels, are you serious? Oh, this Chivas Regal is decent, but the vintage, when did Schiller start drinking cheap whiskey?"

Strange opened the sliding door of the wine cabinet, and carefully took out the wine bottles inside with gloved hands. After checking, he found that the combined value of these wines should not exceed five hundred dollars.

The price of drinks in New York is still very expensive. The prices here are already outrageously expensive, and some non-daily necessities are even more expensive. Five hundred dollars sounds like a lot, but it is really nothing when it comes to drinks, not to mention that so many bottles of wine add up to only a few hundred dollars, which can be called the cheapest of cheap.

In the process of taking out the wine bottle, Strange found several small medicine bottles in the depths of the wine cabinet. He raised his eyebrows instantly, and Stark leaned over to look at it. Strange handed him one bottle, and then looked at the other bottle.

"MDMA? Central nervous system stimulants? What is this again? Benzodiazepines?" Stark read out the scientific name on the bottle.

Strange put a few small bottles on the table without looking at them, and said, "To put it simply, drugs, stimulants, sleeping pills, and antidepressants."

Stark stared at the small pill bottle, puzzled, and said, "A drug-addicted insomniac suffering from depression?"

"Now there is a question." Strange knocked on the table and said, "When did Schiller come and in what form?"

"You mean did he bring his body here?" Stark tilted his head, quickly understood what Strange meant, then shook his head and said, "I'm more inclined not to, because Professor X said that Schiller's body has strengths that are different from ordinary people, but it's obvious that his body is normal now, and he hasn't seen any symptoms of muscle restriction release."

"I checked the time with all the other superheroes who met Schiller in the early days." Strange tapped his fingertips on the table and said, "No one saw him before me, and when I first met him, he was clearly marked by excessive drinking and drug use."

"You're saying a junkie killed himself and Schiller took over his body?" Stark speculated, frowning.

"The question now is, why did the owner of this body take so many drugs at the same time?" Strange picked up a small medicine bottle and said, "Besides, he is a doctor. Psychiatrists should be more aware that these drugs cannot be taken at the same time, especially central nervous system stimulants and tranquilizers, together with alcohol, it is very likely to kill him."

"suicide?"

Strange stared at the wine bottle and medicine bottle on the table in silence, before speaking after a while, "It's hard to have any other possibility, even an addict who has lost his mind, wouldn't go looking for tranquilizers after binge drinking so many bottles of cheap whiskey, it's exactly what a psychiatrist would do."

"So what happened to this unlucky guy?" Stark touched his chin and said, "Does Nick have his file? What about his resume?"

"I checked, but it's nothing special." Strange shook his head and said, "The records are not very detailed. After all, he was just an ordinary person before that. What can you find in my file? You can only find the same things in his file, mostly only academic information."

"I still remember that it seemed that the entire psychology world was his teacher and classmates."

"The field of psychology is not very big."

After Strange finished speaking, he turned and walked towards the bedroom, but this time it was Stark who discovered something.

Stark bent down and dragged out a large box from under the bed. After opening the lid of the box, he let out a gasp.

"Oh, what is this? A picture book?"