The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

Just as Eddie was groping for the candy paper with his fingers, a wisp of black mucus crept up his arm, and with a swish, it stuck to the candy paper, and in an instant, the candy paper disappeared.

Eddie's eyes widened, and then he gritted his teeth and said, Venom! What are you doing?! This is Dr. Schiller's stuff. You can't move around. You must have basic qualities...

I'm not human! Venom laughed hehe twice, and said, Anyway, he will only think that you took it...

Seriously, do you know this thing? Eddie asked with some doubts, because he found that when he took out the candy wrapper just now, Venom's mood fluctuated slightly, and he obviously recognized the candy wrapper.

I don't know! Venom immediately gave a negative answer, and whistled twice in Eddie's heart. Eddie knew that he must be hiding something, but he didn't bother to argue with him.

Having been with Venom for so long, he has already discovered that this alien symbiote with an abnormal brain is completely soft and not hard, and has to be coaxed to do anything. If he is strong enough to let Venom hand it over, Venom will He would only compete with him for control of his body, and then run to dance in the commissary downstairs.

Eddie glanced at the coat in his hand. He was also a person who had been in the upper class. He could tell from the touch of the fabric that the coat was expensive and could not be washed.

Eddie has also heard about Schiller's greedy character. If he dared to hold this thing close to the washing machine in the past, even if Schiller was drunk to death, he would definitely jump up and punch himself.

Eddie could only put his coat on top of the washing machine, and planned to find the proprietress of the commissary tomorrow and ask where there is a dry cleaner. In this kind of community, it is not easy to find a dry cleaner that can wash expensive fabrics.

To put it bluntly, this is an emerging development area in the Brooklyn area that has yet to be developed. To put it bluntly, it is the edge of the slums, a place where ordinary citizens stay. People here can’t afford such a thing with half a year’s salary. coat.

After putting down his clothes, Eddie walked back to Schiller's side. He lowered his head and glanced at the cigarette case on the coffee table, and found that at least three cigarettes had disappeared there.

As for the one Schiller is holding now, the tobacco part is about to burn out, but Schiller has no intention of throwing it away.

Eddie reached out to take the cigarette butt away, but Schiller didn't respond, but instinctively reached out to touch the cigarette case on the table, Eddie reached out again, and took the cigarette case away, Schiller looked up at him.

Eddie sighed and said, Doctor... well, Schiller, although I don't know what's going on, I don't think you're in the right mental state.

At this time, Schiller's pupils suddenly constricted, as if he suddenly woke up, he stood up suddenly, stared at Eddie's face, and then stretched out his hands to hold his shoulders , and pushed him down on the sofa all at once.

Eddie looked dazed. At this moment, Schiller was trembling all over. He stepped out of the gap between the coffee table and the sofa, walked quickly to the cabinet next to him, and began to search.

Just as Eddie was about to stand up, Schiller immediately turned his head and said coldly, Sit there and don't move.

Eddie opened his mouth to refute, but seeing Schiller's murderous gaze, he shut up again, and after a while, he asked, ...What exactly are you looking for?

Schiller's arms were shaking all the time, which made him not very quick to open the drawers. When he flipped through things, he always messed up the things in the drawers, but his movements became faster and faster, and his expression became more and more serious. anxious.

Finally, he shook the remote control in his hand vigorously, turned to look at Eddie, gritted his teeth and said, Why don't you even have a notebook??!! Aren't you a reporter?!

Uh, I always use a computer for office work, and I'm not used to bringing work things home. Eddie, who was sitting there, shrugged and said.

Schiller, who was squatting on the spot, sighed, but soon stood up again, walked back to the sofa and sat down, Eddie stood up and said, Let me get you a glass of water.

Come back and sit down. Schiller said without raising his head, Okay, let's just pretend there's a medical record here...how are you doing recently?

I'm fine. Eddie nodded and said, What's the matter with you? Do you want me to call someone?

No...no... Schiller immediately denied: Put your phone away...Put it away immediately! Don't call anyone, if you receive a call later, what nonsense will he tell you , don’t believe it at all! That’s a liar!”

Eddie frowned very puzzled, and the venom said in his heart: Oh! Our little Eddie is going to become a test product!

As soon as he finished saying this, Schiller looked Eddie in the eye and said, Where's Venom? Call him out!

Venom immediately took a breath in Eddie's heart, and then yelled: No! Say I'm not here!!!

I know you're here. Schiller looked into Eddie's eyes and said, If you don't come out, don't blame me for turning the sound to the loudest later, and we will die together.

Oh, damn it, you lunatic! Venom had no choice but to get out of Eddie's body.

As soon as he came out, his head hit the ceiling, and he let out another scream of Aww, and then complained: I told you a long time ago, you should rent a house with a higher floor!

That's why you eat too much fat! Eddie retorted.

What did you say?! Venom roared with his bloody mouth open, Apologize! Apologize now!!!

Don't be like this, outsiders are watching... Eddie coughed twice and said.

Schiller raised his head high, looked at the venom that was at least three times larger than in comics and movies, and said, You are a little too fat from eating, what caused your overeating?... Anxiety? ?”

Venom showed a very humane expression very rarely. He grinned back one corner of his mouth, let out a chi sound, and said, It's okay that idiot Eddie doesn't understand, don't you know? Yes For symbionts, more is better, and bigger is beautiful!

If I go back to Planet Klinta now, I will definitely win the Symbiote Beauty Contest in one fell swoop!

Look at my abundant reserves of symbiont factors, look at my densely arranged spiritual veins, and look at my good ductility and solid arrangement structure...

After speaking, Venom started to laugh wildly, but in the next second, a hand grabbed his bright red tongue.

Schiller pulled Venom's tongue and pulled it down vigorously. Venom let out an ah sound, and then began to swing his arms wildly.

As soon as Schiller let go, Venom leaned back, and the back of his head hit the wall again. He touched his dizzy head, looked at Schiller and shouted: What are you doing?!

Has anyone told you that narcissism is also a disease. Schiller sat down again, and he fell into a state of deliriousness again, subconsciously touching the cigarette.

Venom grinned, put his hands on his hips, looked down at Schiller, and said to Eddie in his heart: You said... what's wrong with him? Could it be that he came to touch porcelain?

You know how to touch porcelain? Eddie replied.

In an instant, the venom factor retracted into the body, he shook his arm, looked at Schiller whose hands were shaking until the soot fell all over the ground, and said:

Well, Schiller, if you don't want to go back to your nursing home and clinic, and you don't want to go to the hospital, I can take you where you want to go, where do you want to go?

...I'm not going anywhere. Schiller shook his head, his breathing became short, and it was a bit laborious just to speak, and there was always some vague saliva between the words, like a child babbling.

Schiller's state reminds me of the autistic children we saw when we went to special education schools. Eddie said to Venom in his heart: Do you remember? Talk to yourself , answering irrelevant questions, sudden excitement, sudden depression...

You don't just realize that he has autism, do you? Venom's mocking voice sounded in Eddie's heart: It seems that you are only at this level.

Eddie sighed, he didn't have time to argue with Venom, he thought for a while, and then said: I remember, the teacher who was engaged in special education told me at the time, when talking to autistic patients, don't make too strong demands, don't break the rules. Their inherent habits, otherwise it may cause them to lose control.

Eddie pursed his lips, sat down again, and shouted at Schiller, Schiller? Schiller? Schiller, look at me, Schiller!

Eddie called for about thirty times before Schiller finally looked up at him, so Eddie said, Okay, I know you're having a hard time now, can you listen to me? I'll just pretend you heard it...

I'm not a professional doctor, but if you don't want to go anywhere now, you can live here. There happens to be a guest room over there, but I have to go get your daily necessities.

Eddie kept looking Schiller in the eye and said, If you want to stay here, give me the key to your clinic and I'll help you pack your things.

Eddie slowed down his speech as much as possible, and repeated: If you want to live here, give me the key...

Schiller leaned back a little slowly, until his back was completely attached to the back of the sofa. After about five minutes, he touched his pocket with his arm.

However, under his coat, he only wore a black turtleneck sweater with no pockets.

He stood up slowly again, and walked towards the coat that was placed on top of the washing machine. Eddie didn't stop him the whole time, until he heard a loud boom suddenly coming from the washing machine.

He walked over and saw that Schiller punched the cabinet with a fist, and looked at Eddie and asked, Where's the candy wrapper?!

Eddie said with some embarrassment: Uh, he was snatched away by the venom. Wait a minute, I'll make him spit it out now!

Venom! Venom! Spit out his candy wrapper! Didn't you see his killing eyes? Do you want to kill us both?

That's not his candy wrapper! Venom yelled aggrievedly, It's obviously mine! Someone gave it to me!

Eddie froze there. He thought about it with his logical thinking. Between the normal Schiller and Venom, it was obvious that Venom was more likely to eat candy. Anyway, he couldn't imagine a professional and rigorous The psychiatrist, in the interval of treatment, also has a chocolate candy.

But when Eddie was thinking, Schiller was a little out of control. He kept beating a place with his fist, and quickly chanted the same sentence in his mouth. There was no logic in that sentence, just repeated.

At the same time, because his teeth were chattering, the words were bitten down, and it sounded like he was chanting some strange spells.

On certain words and accents that others cannot understand, he will also grit his teeth fiercely and sniff his nose at the same time, as if he is swearing.

He kept slapping the same position of the cabinet with his palms, the frequency and strength were completely unchanged, and then he began to shake his body back and forth, nodding forward, as if he was about to fall.

Eddie hurried over to help him, and after a while, a candy wrapper finally appeared in Eddie's palm, and he handed the candy wrapper to Schiller, who immediately became quieter and withdrew his hand from beating the cabinet. .

He held the candy paper with both hands, and began to flatten the candy paper little by little, using his fingers to grind every trace of the candy paper until it was flat, and then pinched the two corners of the candy paper to fold it in half.

Fold the square sugar paper into a rectangle, then change the direction and continue to fold until a cross appears in the middle, and then unfold it so that the four corners face the center of the cross.

Eddie squinted his eyes to watch Schiller's movements. Soon, he discovered that the creases on the candy paper should have been folded countless times, and every movement of Schiller seemed to have been rehearsed thousands of times. , neat, accurate, like instinct, no need to think at all.

After about tens of seconds, a strange origami object appeared in Schiller's hand.

It looked like a whole big umbrella, and it also looked like four small umbrellas combined together.

If Eddie was a Chinese, he would know that this kind of origami toys played an important role in the childhood of every Chinese, and most regions called it-the East, West, North, South.