The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

The next morning, when Schiller sat up in bed, he yelled in a daze, Pikachu! Pikachu! Are you practicing your goddamn electric guitar again? Stop it! !

Holding a half-gnawed apple, Pikachu bounced onto Schiller's bedside table, looked at him and said, What are you talking about? Ever since I was thrown three meters away by the strings of the guitar last time, I I will never play an instrument again.

What's that sound so deafening?? My rock dream??! Schiller wrinkled his eyes hard, and he covered his head and said, God, I thought you got into my brain, otherwise , why does my head hurt so much? Fog! Fog! What are you doing?

There was a murmuring sound from the gray mist. Judging from his vague expression, he should have just woke up from a hangover. Now it is difficult to control himself. He has tried his best, and there is no way to replace him. His masters dealt with the aftereffects of a hangover.

Schiller struggled to sit up straight, put both hands on the soft quilt, then stretched out one hand, rubbed his eyes vigorously, and said, I just said, drinking is not a good habit...

Pikachu took a bite of the apple with a click and said, Last night, when you came back, it was almost three o'clock in the morning, and it turned into a cloud of mist and floated in the middle of the room. Let me ask you Why don't you go to bed quickly, you said you were going to sleep here...

You can sleep as long as you sleep. Halfway through the sleep, it floated to the ceiling, and the gray fog seeped up from the ceiling, causing smoke to rise from the upstairs floor, and the patient was almost frightened crazy...

The supervisor led the nurse sister upstairs to disinfect. If it wasn't for my poor eyesight and hand that quickly pulled you back, you should still be in the vacuum cleaner now!

Stop it. Schiller covered his face with his hands and said, I won't drink any more. I blame those damned rotten people. How can they drink so much?

After finishing speaking, he turned his head to look at Pikachu again. Pikachu put down the apple, shook his lightning-shaped tail, jumped onto Schiller's quilt, and rubbed his cheek with his short hand.

Want to refresh yourself? After Pikachu asked, he stretched his tail vigorously, and with a sound of Zi La, the electric light exploded.

Tens of seconds later, Schiller took a puff of cigarette, straightened his messy hair, and said, Thank you, it's much better.

He lifted the quilt, got out of the bed, and coughed twice. At this time, Ultron was already waiting outside the door. The robot butler wiped the table with the towel on his arm, and then put the beef Xiasuka, garlic Fragrant butter baguettes and a glass of orange juice are placed on the table.

Schiller sat down at the table, picked up the knife and fork, and spread the undercooked egg liquid on the baguette. Just as he was about to put it in his mouth, he heard a buzzing vibration coming from the window. .

Schiller almost bit his tongue. He put down the knife and fork in his hand, looked out of the window, and asked with a frown, What's this sound? Why does it sound like it's being renovated somewhere? Is there any renovation plan for the nursing home recently?

No, sir. Ultron replied. Compared with Jarvis, his tone was more indifferent and mechanical, but his answer was equally precise: The voice you just heard came from the back of the nursing home. It came from the meter.

The Skytrain station is under construction and is expected to be completed in a week. I checked all New York's construction and construction noise regulations, and conducted noise monitoring throughout the day. I found no violations of the project.

Schiller sighed and said, Aren't Stark Industries' products all modular designs? Isn't it enough to assemble them on the ground? Why do we still need to build?

According to the construction schedule sent to me by Jarvis, the main components of the train station have been assembled, but because they need to be connected to the ground and have a certain ability to resist disasters, the foundation and frame construction still use traditional methods to ensure The stability of the building...

At this point, there was another da da da vibration sound. Schiller didn't even need to look, he knew that the foundation must be digging. It took me a week to get rid of this horrible noise...

Yes, sir, but they will only construct within 8 hours during the daytime on weekdays, and the whole process is completed by intelligent construction machinery, which will not have any impact on the operation of the nursing home...

Have patients reported that the noise interfered with their recovery? Schiller asked.

Not yet, sir, but this morning a patient in a ward said that the air purification system in the nursing home was not working. Last night, he found that there was a very thick fog in his room. He suggested that we install a whole-house fresh air system... ...

Schiller waved his hand and said, Don't worry about him, he didn't take his medicine, he's hallucinating...

Then, Schiller asked Gray Fog again: Can you help me block out the sound of the decoration?

Gray Fog vaguely transmitted a piece of consciousness, to the effect that he could do it, but it probably wouldn't be of much use.

Schiller didn't understand what he meant at first, but later, he discovered that the gray fog did block his hearing, so that he couldn't hear the construction noise, but because the site was too close to the nursing home, there were constant noises. Breaking ground, the tremors in the air cannot be shielded.

The ear is just a receiver of sound, and blocking the hearing does not mean that the body cannot feel the vibration. Schiller wants to turn into a mist and directly block the vibration, but he is also worried that the patient upstairs will experience hallucinations again, so he can only start Consider moving out of here.

Schiller's bedroom is located at the back of the nursing home, closer to the construction site. If he moved to the front, the construction site would be farther away, but it's closer to a driveway in the town.

The sanatorium covers a large area, and there are many buildings in the middle, but because it is quiet and the scenery is good, many wealthy people in New York will choose to book a long-term room here, and check their psychological and mental state regularly. Those who are short of money will be assigned to the best wards.

Schiller could directly violate the contract and kick them out, but seeing the exorbitant medical expenses these rich men were willing to pay for this room, he suddenly felt that his head pain and leg pain were gone, and even the noise could be tolerated.

After thinking about it, Schiller decided that since he still had a small clinic in Hell's Kitchen, he might as well move there for a while.

Hell's Kitchen is not much quieter than here, but the location of the small clinic is better, it is not in a busy neighborhood, and because the owner of the clinic is well-known, almost no one who is not open-eyed dares to make trouble here.

Just do what you want, Schiller asked Ultron to pack his luggage. He dragged the suitcase in one hand and hugged Pikachu in the other, and moved from the luxurious and spacious nursing home to the small clinic in Hell's Kitchen.

On the first night of moving back, Schiller thought he could get a good night's sleep, but when he was about to pull down the shutter door of the clinic, a hand stopped him. Schiller turned his head and found that it was Matt.

Daredevil Matt is not wearing his uniform or the suits that lawyers usually wear, but sportswear, carrying a box with cherry blossoms in one hand and a dozen cold beers in the other.

What's the matter? Matt? Schiller asked a little puzzled.

It's nothing, Erica went to Japan and brought back the specialty sakura mochi and sashimi there, and I bought some beer, we can chat. Matt smiled, lifted the box in his hand and said.

But Schiller found that his smile seemed a bit forced, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes showed that he hadn't had a good rest these days, so Schiller stopped closing the door, raised the shutter door again, and said: come in.

Putting down the box, opening the beer, Schiller brought two small plates, poured sashimi sauce on it, and put wasabi puree in another plate.

Once the box is opened and the upper layer of sakura mochi is removed, the remaining two layers are sashimi with cold smoke, including arctic shellfish, tuna, large horse mackerel, etc., all of which are Japanese favorite types of sashimi. Very elegant, with some sliced ​​ginger and shredded white radish at the bottom.

While taking out the tattoo, Matt said, Erica went back this time to solve her personal vendetta. You know, she was brainwashed into a killer by the Hand before, and she almost made a big mistake. After she woke up, she felt Very angry and always wanted revenge.

During the time you explored the universe, the two of us have not been idle. We found Stick, who believes that the current Erica is strong and pure enough. Therefore, in the past few years, we have been grinding Practicing martial arts, each of them got a lot of improvement.

SHIELD is optimistic about Erica's ability and hopes that she can solve some troubles for SHIELD. Erica reached a deal with them, so she also got a lot of help from them and got some quite advanced equipment. .”

So, a few months ago, Erica, who was fully prepared, returned to Japan and killed the Hand members who had brainwashed her before. Although she couldn't uproot them, it still solved a problem in her heart.

Schiller opened the beer bottle and felt a little dizzy the moment he smelled the alcohol, so he put down the beer can, twisted up a piece of sashimi with chopsticks, put it on the plate, and put wasabi puree on the sashimi In the center, fold the sashimi in half, dip it in soy sauce, and put it in your mouth.

The sweet and oily taste greatly stimulates the taste buds, but at this time, how can there be no mellow and bitter cold beer? Schiller took a sip of his beer and let out a heartfelt admiration.

Matt praised: I can't tell, you're quite an expert. Not only can you use chopsticks, but you also know how to season. Some people like to mix wasabi sauce and soy sauce together, which will make it saltier...

After finishing speaking, he twisted two slices of ginger from the side of the sashimi box, combined with shredded white radish, put a piece of arctic shellfish into his mouth, and took a sip of beer. The two of them touched the beer can and chatted again.

Then this should be considered a good thing. Erica still has the time to bring you back so many special products, which means that things are going well. You should be happy for her...

Who said it wasn't? Matt smiled and said, The night Erica came back, we went to a high-end restaurant and spent a lot of indulgence. Unexpectedly, we could go to God the next day. Shield Bureau reimbursement, we are all very happy...

But soon... Sadness came to Matt's face, he pursed his lips, and said with some hesitation: Schiller, I really treat you as a friend, so I told you about this, don't you Don't tell anyone...

Don't worry, I'm a professional psychiatrist, I won't reveal the secret, tell me, what's wrong?

Matt sighed deeply and said, Well, that night, our atmosphere was just right, so we talked about the future. We plan to buy a house in New York first, and then get married. Of course, it's all simple...

My salary is relatively high. Erica also found a job at S.H.I.E.L.D. It's been a year, it's time to stabilize.

But the only thing we disagreed about was the child. Matt touched his eyes and said, Erica felt that we should have a child immediately after we got married, but I didn't want to do that.

Although the Hand Association and Jin Bing have been more honest recently, there are still many crises. After the child is born, let alone whether they have the energy to educate him well, even the most basic safety cannot be guaranteed...

If something happens, we will regret it for the rest of our lives.