I'm in Cthulhu

"Howard, I just noticed recently that although a mustache like yours is quite common now, the one on your mouth always gives me a strange feeling...hiss, it almost makes me want to shudder."

Wilder chatted and ate with a fork. This restaurant is now owned by Hydra. The original owner and employees could not refuse Hydra's offer and did not even hesitate.

After a few seconds, Howard responded: "It's a health-preserving method. I used a special health-preserving method that I researched myself to make this beard naturally grow into this perfect shape... .Just a hobby in my spare time.”

"So that's it..." Wilder nodded and put the dish into his mouth.

Just when he was about to continue talking, Schmidt suddenly interjected: "Health care? In fact, I also like to maintain health. Do you want to know my health care methods?"

No one immediately picked up on this statement. Wilder lowered his head, Howard touched his nose, and Luo Ji scratched his chin... Something was wrong with Schmidt from the very beginning!

"Ahem... I think so, of course I do, Schmidt, just tell me."

After coughing, Luo Ji felt guilty as the instigator, so he took up the topic and broke the awkward atmosphere that was about to fly away.

Schmidt nodded slightly and said: "It's carrots. My secret is carrots! Sometimes I squeeze it into juice and drink it, or eat it raw...or put it in chrysanthemums. It will be absorbed after a while. .”

When saying these words, Schmidt's expression was very relaxed and calm, and he seemed to be just chatting normally...

But the other three people had surprisingly the same idea in their minds: "Can this be said?"

Before they could express their stance, a Hydra soldier dressed as a waiter came over with orange juice. The soldier placed four glasses of orange juice in front of the four people, and then left the building separated by two wooden doors without saying a word. A small single room that is completely open on the travel side.

After receiving the orange juice, Wilder seemed to want to take a sip first to calm down his shock. He looked around and found no straws... The waiter placed the four straws on the dinner plate without inserting them in advance.

Just as Wilder was about to reach out for one, Schmidt stood up first, picked up the four straws, and distributed them to everyone present one by one.

The four of them thought: "Come again?"

After finishing the distribution, Schmidt smiled - it was a wonderful smile that only people who help others and are naturally willing to help others will show - it looked particularly scary when it bloomed on Schmidt's face.

Sitting back on the chair, Schmidt exhaled, drank the orange juice, and then complained:

"The taste of this glass of orange juice is simply too strange. It doesn't taste like orange juice, but like someone describing the taste of orange juice to an alien... Of course, don't tell the guy who made this glass of orange juice, it is him after all. of my mind.”

Schmidt was obviously quite normal when he first arrived, with a serious face every day, but from that moment on, his style of painting became extremely inconsistent.

"Hey, Howard, what's wrong with you? You look so bad today. Did something happen? I'm sorry. If you want to seek some comfort, I can give you a hug."

Schmidt's mouth spit out sentences that would never have been imagined to come out of this mouth in the past. Howard, who was called, couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart and couldn't help but shudder.

Before he could respond, Luo Ji responded, "Howard, what Schmidt said is actually right. Men all like hugs, even the ruthless Charles Bronson."

"I'm not Charles Bronson, and I don't know who Charles Bronson is...but Howard Stark's hugs are not for men." Howard said with some pain.

After a pause, he then responded to Schmidt: "So, brother, it's better to say goodbye. It will have a bad influence. Wilder is still a child and can't bear to see this..."

"Howard, you're only five years older than me."

"Strictly speaking, it is more than 800 days. If you think about it this way, it is simply outrageous~"

"Ah yes yes yes..."

Just when Wilder and Howard were bickering like an old couple, Schmidt suddenly said: "Wait a minute, I'm taking a call. It's from Hydra. It should be related to the development of the base..."

Luo Ji thought: "Base development? These four words sound serious. Has the effect of the secret of the worm faded away?"

Just when he was confused, Schmidt had already picked up the phone: "Hello, this is John Schmidt."

When the Hydra personnel on the other end of the phone heard this familiar voice, their backs instantly felt like rays of light, sweat broke out on their foreheads, and they were frightened - how could the leader act like a normal person? !

Of course, this was not something that his level should handle. This person suppressed the confusion and panic in his heart and began to report some recent information that Schmidt needed to know:

"Boss, due to the recent situation of Barabala...world Barabala...this is a once-in-a-lifetime event...we...now have...of course, Mr. Luo Ji and...also, related..."

After the Hydra guy on the other end of the phone finished his long, condensed, still lengthy list of words, Schmidt responded, "Oh."

The Hydra personnel thought: "? The result of our entire intelligence analysis base's hard work day and night these past few days, and you just replied 'oh', I oh you are so big!"

Of course, it is normal for what you think in your heart to be different from what you say. Just when the Hydra personnel wanted to continue to give some final information, Schmidt replied abruptly:

"Hey, weirdo, I need you to listen carefully to what I'm going to say next."

Hydra Personnel: "Of course! Sir."

Schmidt: "Fanatical... pay attention to all the tiny details you can find, confine your terrifyingly active thinking, breathe long and slow, and then sleep on the bed with your feet under the sheets..."

The Hydra personnel thought: "?"

The Hydra personnel said: "Of course, boss, I will carry out your orders...Long live Hydra!!"

The strange phone call finally ended. Wilder and Howard had almost guessed the reason for Schmidt's sudden change of temperament. Except for Luo Ji, no one known to him could do such a thing.

Luo Ji scratched his forehead with a helpless expression. He originally just wanted to test the specific abilities of the black threads in "The Secret of the Worm"...

As for the result, the previous guess was correct. It does have an effect similar to "good people become bad and bad people become good." And according to the information provided by the previous clone, this effect is time-sensitive.

In addition to this effect, there is another one - confusion - at least this is the word Luo Ji uses to describe Schmidt's current changes.