The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 541
"Loki has defected!"

Schiller, who was sleeping drowsily in the clinic, held his mobile phone and said, "What? What defected? Who?"

"Loki!" Strange bit the accent hard on the name, and then said with an exaggerated mouth shape: "Asgard's princess Luo Ji! She defected from Asgard! Before leaving Stabbed her imperial brother!!"

"The eldest princess? When did she become the eldest princess?" Schiller's focus was completely wrong. He barely sat up from the bed, sat on the edge of the bed and leaned against the head of the bed, covering his eyes with his hands, obviously still sleepy hazy.

"Her brother Thor has become the new king of Asgard, so isn't she the eldest princess of Asgard?"

"I know, what I'm asking is, why doesn't she accept the canonization of the prince as a male, but insists on being the eldest princess?"

"Is this the point?!" Strange was almost caught by Schiller, and he said loudly, "The point is, Luo Ji defected! She even stabbed Thor! Now she's gone!"

"Oh."

"...Hello? Hello?!!"

"Crack!" Strange dropped the phone, took a deep breath, looked at Stark next to him and said, "I'm sure this trick won't fool him, doesn't he know what kind of virtue Luo Ji is? "

"It seems that words alone can't fool him." Steve next to him crossed his arms and said, Stark snorted, and said with some disdain: "Since words can't fool him, let's make a fuss." Come on."

Strange turned back, looked at Stark and said, "I said, Tony, you and Schiller, you two..."

"Schiller wanted to help you, so he made a big circle and came up with me, the Soviet Union, which successfully promoted the joint development of various civilizations on the earth, and then pushed you to the position of the person in charge of the solar system construction plan, and among them , the only person who doesn't know is you."

"Now, you want to return his favor, so you plan to go around a long way to deceive Schiller and make him the only person who doesn't know about this plan. Are you... are you out of your mind?"

Steve was amused, he patted Strange on the shoulder with a smile, and said, "Is this the first day you know the two of them? Do you still need to ask this question?"

Natasha, who had just returned from smoking, came over, looked at Strange and asked, "How is it? Should he hang up the phone?"

"You know him very well. It's really a waste that those congressmen didn't let you seduce Schiller." Stark was very angry now, catching and biting whoever he was.

But Natasha won't be used to him, the female agent rolled her eyes and said, "Yeah, when they were going to ask me to seduce Schiller, I thought, it's a good thing they didn't ask me to seduce you..."

Natasha set her eyes on the part below Stark's ribcage and above her thighs, then moved her gaze up to Stark's face, then moved her gaze down to that part, and finally closed her eyes With a "chi" sound, he turned and left.

Any man should understand what this means. Strange opened his eyes slightly and looked at Stark with a gossip expression. Steve rolled his eyes slightly, coughed twice, and looked away .

Stark hammered the table angrily, Strange looked left and right, walked behind Steve, then bumped Steve's back with his shoulder, and whispered: "At the beginning, Nata Did Sha come to the United States to work as an undercover agent for Stark Industries?"

"Of course, although I may not have gotten much commercial information, but..." Steve also looked back at Stark.

"What are you talking about?! What are you talking about?!" Stark yelled, he stretched out his hand, shook a finger and said, "First of all, the two of us are innocent...well, I admit, she When I first came here, I took a second look."

Facing the very disapproving gazes of both Strange and Steve, Stark took a deep breath and said, "Well, there are more than two eyes, but she is very beautiful, and everyone has a love for beauty."

"But there was nothing between the two of us. Not long after she came, I was kidnapped to Afghanistan."

"To be honest, although she is beautiful, she is far inferior to Pepper on the inside. I am not the kind of superficial flamboyant who only stares at women's faces."

"Oh oh oh, yes!" Strange made a series of strange noises, he raised his head, looked at the ceiling and said, "Jarvis, you must connect to Miss Pepper's communication, otherwise this innocent boy will The play is in vain."

Steve rushed up and stopped Stark, who was punching his fist. He took his shield, tapped it and said, "Before, when you were at the Avengers base, you said you wanted to return Schiller's favor, so you made What about the specific information of the plan? You haven't told us yet."

Stark put down his fist, rubbed his wrist, and said, "Some things are not good to talk about here, we will talk about it at night at the base of the Alliance of Radiance. By the way, there are many victims of this incident caused by Schiller. I'll have Professor X call them all over..."

In the clinic in Hell's Kitchen, Mark sat opposite Schiller's table. He looked a little nervous, with his hands straight on his knees, and his waist was also tense. He didn't dare to lean on the backrest at all. Schiller looked at him and said :

"You don't need to be so nervous. This is just the initial inspection. How to carry out the treatment depends on the inspection."

"What am I going to do?" Mark asked. It seemed that his body movements were relaxed, his shoulders were spread out, and his upper arms were naturally drooping, but in fact, the muscles on his face were still stiff and twisted.

Schiller just looked at him calmly, and Mark also knew that his state was not right. He stretched out his hand to cover his forehead and said, "Sorry, but now may not be a good time to receive psychological treatment."

"what happened?"

Mark opened his mouth, then pursed his lips again, as if he didn't know how to describe what happened to him, but after a while, he still said:

"I don't know what's going on. Yesterday, I was assigned a task to provide security for Stark's technology exhibition. You know, this kind of task is not dangerous. What's more, the one protecting is Iron Man."

"It stands to reason that this should be for newcomers to practice, but who knows, those few newcomers who have just finished training have other jobs, and I am the only one who accepts this tasteless job."

"I know that this is my chief looking for me, but I can't help it. After seeing Stark, he and I are impatient. Everyone knows that this is just a routine. It is said to be security, but it is actually surveillance. .”

"For some reason, I passed out in the bathroom halfway. I suspect that maybe that personality came out again."

"Then, just this morning..." Mark rested his elbows on the table and covered his face with his palms, and said, "I saw 'Iron Man vs. Bandaged Murderer' on the front page of the Daily Bugle. ' reports, oh my god..."

"Bandage Killer? They actually gave you such an ugly nickname? It seems that your road to superhero is not going well."

"Superhero?" Mark smiled self-deprecatingly. He said, "I appeared as the opponent of the superhero Iron Man. Do you still expect them to give the villain a nice name?"

"But it's okay? You said you were a bandage murderer, and no one saw your face, and the fact that you can sit here means that Stark doesn't intend to pursue you."

"Stark doesn't intend to pursue me, but my colleagues..." Mark had a complicated expression, shock mixed with confusion.

"They don't know what's going on recently, and they suddenly become very attentive, which even makes me feel a little scared."

"It has been rumored for a long time that I am going to resign. No one will care about a person who is going to leave the tea immediately, but who knows, this morning, someone brought me breakfast and someone bought me a newspaper... "

"My always-difficult chief not only approved my resignation notice in an instant, but even raised the insurance factor for me before I resigned, so that I can have spare money to come to your doctor..."

Mark put one hand on the table and his forehead, with a puzzled face, he said, "Why did they figure it out all of a sudden?"

Schiller smiled and said, "Maybe it's because an existence you don't know has come, so they are afraid."

Mark couldn't understand Schiller's riddle, but soon Schiller asked, "So, you're out of the CIA now?"

"Yeah, I'm still thinking about my next job."

At this time, Schiller took out a document and handed it to Mark. Mark bowed his head in doubt. After receiving the document, he saw a line of words written on it - "Recruitment Notice for Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D."

Mark's eyes widened slightly, and he asked, "You want me to work for S.H.I.E.L.D.? But I don't have experience in dealing with that kind of supernatural event."

"It's okay, things like experience start from scratch. Nick, the director of S.H.I.E.L.D. Excellent staff."

Mark hesitated, but when he opened the first page of the enlightenment of the application, saw the series above, and the pile of numbers below, he closed the recruitment notice with a snoring sound, and looked at the seat. Le says:

"Give my regards to my new chief."

"Don't worry, but your dissociative identity disorder still needs treatment." Schiller turned the pen in his hand.

Mark frowned tightly and said, "Is there any feasible treatment plan? At least let me live a normal life, and I can't always faint."

Schiller flipped through the medical records in his hand and said: "We have been in contact with you for a while before, and your situation is very rare. Generally speaking, the first personality split from the split personality will be a protective personality. .”

"From the perspective of the two personalities, you are more like the protective personality, because your personality is more sound and stable."

"But in fact, you are the original main personality, and Jack is a split protective personality. He is in a very aggressive state, very unstable, and not healthy enough."

"But now, you have a third personality that is forming, and this third personality is more sound and stable than you."

"This irregularity is very rare, as if there is no underlying cause, just random splitting."

"I discussed this rare case with some of my teachers and classmates, but they didn't have a clue," Schiller said, tapping a document he kept close by.

Mark's face turned pale, and Schiller saw what he meant, and said: "However, the cause of personality is only a proposition to be studied in the academic field, and our opinions on the practical application of treatment are very consistent."

"Since your newly formed third personality is the most sound and stable, then we can try to guide him so that he can form faster and take over your daily life."

"When he is conscious, am I unconscious? Isn't that equivalent to him replacing me?"

"In most cases, this is the case. For ordinary people, when other personalities replace you, you are unconscious, but..." Schiller changed the subject and said, "You are not an ordinary person, you are Yue A follower of the god Kongsu and at the same time a patient of mine."

"I can teach you how to use your own consciousness space, and Kong Su can help you in strength, let you create buildings in the consciousness space, and when your mental strength becomes stronger, you can also realize what happened in the real world .”

Mark saw the tall figure of Kong Su appearing behind Schiller, staring at him with hollow skeleton eyes, Mark took a deep breath, he was almost fed up with this life of losing consciousness from time to time, accepting this Proposal, the situation can't get any worse.

Schiller sorted out the medical records in front of him, looked at Mark and said, "During this time, you will be hospitalized in this clinic. Guiding personality growth is not an easy task, and long-term observation is required."

Mark nodded and stood up. Schiller went downstairs with him and introduced him to the guest room on the first floor. At this time, Peter just walked in with a schoolbag. Schiller pointed at him and said:

"Peter, you better not let me find you staying up late playing games until 3 in the morning, go to bed early tonight."

Peter scratched his head, showed an embarrassed smile, nodded, and then ran up the stairs in three steps at a time.

Schiller, who was arranging a room for Mark, heard Peter who was striding up the stairs muttering:

"When I left the laboratory just now, Mr. Stark said the same, and told me to go to bed at nine o'clock tonight, God..."

(End of this chapter)