The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

After the superego said these words, Schiller did not feel very surprised. After all, there were very few outsiders in this tower. The clown infected by the clown virus was counted as one, and the system that suddenly appeared was naturally counted as one. .

After his eyes moved away from Schiller's body lying on the table in front of him, he did not fall back on the superego's face, but looked at the chair behind the table.

It was not a very comfortable chair, or even an ordinary chair. It was a metal fixed chair used in torture chambers in the 20th century, with locks everywhere.

There were no windows in the entire room except for a small light bulb hanging at the top with weak light. Schiller knew without looking that the door behind him was tightly closed. More importantly, the superego's smile at this time, Not very friendly.

If you want to entertain me, you don't need such strict measures. Schiller shook his head and said, We are one person. If it is beneficial to me, I will not run away.

But this is not to prevent you from escaping. The superego tapped the table with his fingertips again and looked at Schiller. Schiller paused, but his expression remained unchanged. He walked over and sat down. When he saw the superego go Fidgeting with the lock next to his left arm, he said, Don't you think I have any psychological burden on the types of food?

Wrong guess again. Superego commented, and then he went on to explain: This is to prevent some overly violent personalities from becoming excited in the middle.

After finishing speaking, the superego glanced back at Schiller's corpse on the hospital bed. Schiller followed his gaze and instinctively began to observe the condition of the corpse. Judging from the appearance, the corpse was wearing an ordinary shirt and suit pants. The wounds on the missing limbs were very smooth and should have been carefully cut.

When this conclusion first appeared in Schiller's mind, he suddenly rejected his idea because he found that the wounds on his arms had some special marks that should not appear, which made Schiller feel very uncomfortable.

He frowned and said with some disgust: What on earth are you doing? No, stop your actions and take the plate away. I won't eat this thing. You made it so ugly. My God, I'm having trouble breathing...

Schiller's breathing really became a little rapid, even worse than when his fusion was not smooth before. The superego pursed his lips, went around from behind the chair, and locked the lock on Schiller's right hand. On his wrist, he said: Look, this is why I fixed you. That wound was not left by me.

The superego leaned down and looped the lock on the waist from the back of the chair, while saying: You still remember that we ran into some trouble before, so I let the sick out, right?

Schiller turned his head to one side, trying not to look at the problematic wound. He nodded absently, and the superego continued: Before he left, I was worried that his soul strength was not enough, so I invited him here. Come, I want to send him off with a sumptuous banquet.

But you know, that guy is always overly excited when faced with this kind of scene. I helped him cut the food and left. I thought he would sit there and eat honestly, but I didn't expect that he was completely Not satisfied with the food on the plate... The superego shook his head and said helplessly: Do you think the missing piece on the right side of the wound looks like a tooth mark?

Damn it! Schiller cursed. He suddenly became very irritable and began to struggle. The superego gently patted his shoulder. Then, Schiller calmed down, but he was still breathing heavily. He said in a low tone:

That made me feel very bad. He did something outrageously wrong and completely irreversible. I feel like I should leave here now and go find some medicine. I feel really uncomfortable...

When facing his other self, Schiller always seemed more straightforward. The superego shook his head and said: I advise you to eat before going up. Your fusion has just been completed, and it is the time when you need to replenish your strength, and You should also have thought that Batman is no longer so easy to deal with.

He's not important at all. If it weren't for the curse, I wouldn't bother to care about him. Schiller's face turned a little pale again. He pursed his lips and lowered his head to the side, completely ignoring the superego's lock on him. The act of anchoring to a chair.

The superego stretched out his hand, held Schiller's neck, pulled him back so that his back was completely leaning on the back of the chair, then fixed his neck with the neck lock, and said: In the lunatic asylum When that little guy came here, he refused to take off his mask, and when I tried to do it, I was almost bitten by him.

Of course. Schiller still lowered his head, but because the lock was around his neck, he couldn't lean forward. He could only lower his head slightly, looked at the ground and said, I told you, I feel guilty. It’s a good knife.”

We should all remember that during the period of hospitalization, no one noticed that the amount of medicine given to me was not enough at the beginning, which caused me to become ill, completely lose control, and bite the nurse who had been taking care of me. She was just an ordinary person. Man, almost died.”

The superego continued: That little guy is the product of that psychological trauma, so he has been unwilling to take off his mask since he was born.

However, he has been much better recently because he discovered that the Hippo Goddess was serious about introducing her daughter to him. Even Kongsu had this intention. They all hope that there will be someone in the Egyptian pantheon who can fight. Son-in-law...he has been hiding in the ward recently.

The superego showed a smile, placed the plates on the table, then walked to the bedside and began to prepare the food. Schiller, who fell into an anxious state again, although his tone was weak, spoke quickly:

No, don't cut like that, follow the muscle... Yes, yes, cut right there... No, the cut is too deep, God, you messed up everything, throw away that piece of meat, I am I won’t eat it!”

No, I don't want that part. I'm different from Hannibal. I don't eat internal organs. Those things are very fishy. You should leave it to the gluttonous guy who is not picky...

No facial muscle tissue, the fat content is too low, it tastes bad, the neck meat is good, but there is a big problem with the way you handle it... You put it in the frying pan, you are crazy, throw it out quickly !”

I have to say, your cutting skills are very good. Did you learn from Batman? The way you put the meat into the baking pan reminds me of some vegetarians. I mean, it's not bad...

clang!

The superego tapped the edge of the baking pan with a shovel, turned up his eyelids, and looked at Schiller from above his eyes. Schiller looked at him without any sign of weakness. Then, the superego lowered his eyes and said, If you don't Shut up and I'll cut off the flesh from the wound you hate the most and give it to you.

Let me just say, this chair is used to prevent me from escaping, right?

After Schiller said this, he stopped talking until the superego prepared all the food, then stood at the table, cut it into complete squares with a knife, arranged them neatly on the plate, and then used a four-pronged fork in the center The two tines picked up the food and brought it to Schiller's mouth.

Schiller shook his head and said, Don't think I didn't see it. You have to turn this piece of meat one less time. Take it away quickly.

The superego took a deep breath, put down the fork and knife, put down the fork and knife, and walked out of the room with a fake smile.

After a while, he brought a piece of black cloth, folded it diagonally in half and then in half again, then folded the square piece of cloth into strips, then covered Schiller's eyes and hit him on the back of his head. Dead knot.

Do you think this is useful? Do you think I can't taste it? Schiller showed no sign of weakness. The superego fed him another piece of meat. Schiller chewed it after eating it, and then said: This is not the same as before. The block should be the lower part of the brachioradialis muscle. In addition, the heat is good...

The fixing measures of this chair are very complete. The neck, shoulders, upper arms, wrists, upper abdomen, lower abdomen, thighs, calves, and ankles all have locks, so Schiller cannot move at all. He wanted to make a He has a relaxed posture, but his back still looks a little stiff because the back of the chair is too tight.

So, he could only pretend to be relaxed and said: This proves that you are good at cooking. I think we can talk about the topic now...I mean, the system.

You can continue to make comments about my cooking skills, I don't care. The superego said while handling a plate of food.

Schiller stopped talking. He ate another piece of meat fed to him by his superego. After chewing it for the first time, he said at the same time: It has a little tendon and the taste is good, but the heat is not good.

The movement of the superego's hand paused for a moment, but he still spoke: Since you were the first to wake up when we landed, didn't you notice something abnormal?

Just because I woke up first does not mean that I was conscious at the time. At that time, our souls were still not fully adapted to this body and could not mobilize our brains to think, so we could not detect any abnormalities.

But... Schiller changed the subject and said, I can speculate based on what I saw at that time. First and most importantly, the system was implemented before us.

In other words, the system did not come here bound to our souls, but stayed in the original body, waiting for our arrival. I guess you, the only one who was conscious at the time, should have discovered it earlier than me. Got this.”

The superego said while handling the food on the plate: Indeed, you were not conscious at the time, so you did not notice that when we came to this world, we experienced a long buffering period, and after the buffering ended, the high The tower fell.

When the tower fell from mid-air, there was only one person on the desolate and blank land. That was him, the system, or Schiller.

Do you think he is the original Schiller? Schiller asked: I mean the real Schiller, not outsiders like us.

The superego shook his head. Although Schiller could not see his movements at all, his negative attitude could be heard from the time interval between his words.

I am very sure that he is not a soul, nor does he have any consciousness. In short, it is completely different from us. If I must say it, it is just a force, a force so huge that we cannot even imagine it.

Under the cloth covering his eyes, Schiller frowned. Being called by the superego to be an unimaginably huge power meant that this so-called system must have a lot of background.

Without him, Marvel Schiller carried out a series of operations at Marvel. The waves of member gifts alone provided countless magical energy for their souls, but the superego never cared. Whenever there is power in his account, he will just calmly ask Marvel Schiller to send this power into the warehouse.

The warehouse in the thinking tower is very ordinary, and there are no security measures, and there is no need to hide it. In other words, the superego does not care whether it has a personality or not and secretly uses this energy.

This kind of thing is not impossible to happen. After all, there are many personality fragments representing negative traits in the Tower of Thought. They all steal things, but they do not want to do anything with the stolen things. This is just their nature.

From the perspective of anyone in any world, the energy that Schiller has obtained can be called a vast ocean. DC Schiller knows very well that even Barbatos cannot be as powerful as Marvel Schiller. Many energies turned a blind eye, but the superego never cared.

However, the superego paid great attention to System Schiller who was lying on the hospital bed, and even set up a room to store him at the end of the lunatic asylum, letting Moonlight Schiller guard it. This shows that this power has already So huge that the superego cannot afford to lose it.

At this time, Schiller thought of another point, and the superego seemed to be in tune with him, saying: Yes, these defensive measures I took are not to guard against you, but to guard against greed.

If Greed knows the existence of this room, he won't even give you a hair left.