Chapter 1279: Starry Stage (Part 3)

"Why are you here?!"

"!!!"

Venom almost cracked his voice. He struggled to condense his mud-like body, arched a head out from the center, stared dead at Batman in front of him, and said: "Why, how is it possible, how could you possibly appear here?!!!!"

Batman sized up this pile of mud. Soon, Stark, wearing the armor, appeared beside Batman, and the two stood shoulder to shoulder, sizing up this pile of mud.

"Although I really don't want to admit it, I was indeed one of his hosts, and you should be too." Stark turned to look at Batman and said.

"No, that wasn't me," Batman denied. It sounded a bit like he was quibbling, but it was indeed a fact. He opened his mouth and said: "He likely encountered another Batman, a younger Batman."

"Because if it weren't for this, he wouldn't have the opportunity to meet you again. I wouldn't let an alien creature capable of parasitizing others and reading consciousness walk out of my brain alive."

Venom shivered fiercely, but he was still very confused and said: "How could you two bump into each other? You clearly, clearly aren't people from the same world. What is Shiler playing at???"

"You guessed right, it really was his doing," Stark revealed a smile and said: "At least it was like that at the beginning. But now..."

Venom shrank into a ball tremblingly, looking at the two huge shadows covering his body, and swallowed his saliva fiercely.

In the few seconds before the ocean of knowledge submerged him, he heard whispering rustling sounds.

"That's right, the key to this plan is actually..."

"Of course, I understand. This is indeed a line of thought. Do you think this strange alien creature can help?"

"You don't know, they are actually the same race, so..."

"So that's it. Then it seems..."

In the ward of Arkham Sanatorium, when Eddie woke up, he saw Shiler's face. The doctor wearing a white coat poured him a glass of warm water. Eddie, who had cleared up, squinted his eyes, leaned his head on the pillow, and asked with a hoarse and tired voice: "Did he leave?"

"Yes, and you must recuperate here now."

Shiler sighed, took out a set of files from the table beside him, and said: "I didn't dare tell you when Venom was here. I was afraid he would get excited and do something irrational."

"The assessment result is very bad, Eddie. The psychological health assessment system that Nick and I established isn't to monitor you, but to discover problems as early as possible. You must accept this point, face your psychological state directly. You are very painful now and need treatment."

"But without him, I will only be more painful." Eddie's teeth were clenched very tightly.

"This is precisely the root of the problem," Shiler took the cup from Eddie's hand and said: "For a long time, you were alone, only able to communicate with the voice in your brain. This was safe for you. You only had each other and didn't need to care about anyone's eyes."

"But in fact, the mental state of many mental illness patients is also like this. They communicate with the hallucinations they see and establish a sense of security with them. But for humans, this is drinking poison to quench thirst."

"Humans are social animals. They need to establish their sense of security in society, rather than communicating with the voices in their brains in a form that ordinary people cannot understand. This will make human thinking become increasingly extreme, thereby producing certain mental disorders."

"This will lead to you wanting to return to society, but discovering that you can no longer communicate with people normally, and can no longer adapt to the social rhythm of normal human society. But you must socialize again. This is the root of your pain, and also that of most mental illness patients."

"Perhaps so," Eddie said with his remaining reason: "I don't know when, I started to become increasingly reclusive, becoming a bit unlikable. My colleagues and friends started not contacting me, or they contacted me, and I didn't notice at all."

"In a sense, this isn't wrong, but it's completely unrealistic," Natasha evaluated: "Facing this kind of situation, one must prioritize subduing or even killing. Hesitation will only make the bloody conflict escalate further."

"Typical conflict between scientific research personnel and security personnel," Shiler pointed out: "Madam, I think you should be able to see that these top scientific research personnel have more or less some idealism and romanticism, because only these magnificent fantasies can soothe the depression and frustration brought by boring research data day after day."

"They have to think of this world as a bit better to have the motivation to devote their life's energy to it. They won't be like you, recognizing in personal experience that the weak don't only have the attribute of being weak, but also possibly have evil, have violence, and have unreasonable entanglement."

"Precisely so," Natasha nodded and said: "Perhaps there are indeed unjust bloody conflicts. Among these 50-plus protest activities, there must be people who were wronged and injured. I admit this point, but I have long since ceased to feel any sympathy for this. This is the basic skill of an agent."

"What is noble is people, not occupation, nor social status. The poor have saints and villains, and the rich are the same. Every group is a mixture of good and bad people."

"And when two groups have a conflict, good and bad are intertwined. Everyone sees the good side of their own group and deliberately doesn't look at the bad side."

"But I don't want to break this point to Banner," the female agent's shaking of her head was already so subtle that it was almost invisible. She continued: "He also doesn't have any need to realize this point. He is a genius scientist. Even if the world is going to be destroyed, he is also one of the first people to board Noah's Ark. Being idealistic is also quite good."

"They are protected people, so they feel they have the spare energy to protect others," Shiler relaxed his brows and said: "Sympathy is very precious. If people can live in an ivory tower for a lifetime, why isn't it a kind of happiness?"

"Alright, Madam, I have already understood the specific situation of the event and the debate about right and wrong. Then what about your personal feelings?"

Natasha's mouth was tightly pursed into a line, and she said: "But clearly, this kind of thing won't have any results at all. But I don't want to disappoint him."

"The current factual situation is that the Anquan Bureau simply doesn't have the spare energy to focus on this kind of thing because of a groundless speculation by a super-powered person. The Federal Bureau of Investigation is fully capable

"Will Venom be in danger?" Eddie asked.

"Rest assured, Tony has a sense of proportion. He knows Venom is your friend. You almost share a soul. If Venom gets hurt, it will cost you half your life. Tony won't do that."

"I hope so," Eddie said, looking at the ceiling.

"It's like this," Shiler opened his mouth again and said: "Your mental state is relatively fragile now. And after losing Venom, you will produce a very empty feeling. This is a common performance of many mental patients after losing their hallucination partners after taking medicine."

"This kind of emptiness might cause another kind of trauma to you. It is a somewhat rough treatment method. I personally don't support letting patients be painful."

"So, my treatment suggestion for you is that you can follow the latest spaceship to Klintar in the Andromeda Galaxy to meet with the cosmic agents."

"Blue Spirit also proposed that they hope to find a more experienced and emotionally stable symbiote to combine with you, adjust your mentality, and teach you how to correctly guide the symbiote instead of letting them output emotions at will."

Eddie stared into Shiler's eyes, but Shiler looked at him very calmly and said: "In fact, this is also a subject that needs to be learned. People often blame that being a parent doesn't need an exam, but guiding a symbiote is like raising a child. Without enough knowledge reserve and patience, it will only make both sides very painful, right?"

Eddie's expression was a bit moved. He looked away and said: "Sometimes I feel this way too. I don't know how to deal with Venom. His emotions change too fast, and my heart follows him and keeps rising and falling, simply unable to judge rationally."

"Some time ago, I went to the Andromeda Galaxy for recuperation. The scenery there is indeed good. The cosmic agents are very welcome to you."

Eddie nodded and didn't express any more opinions, obviously accepting Shiler's arrangement. After Shiler walked out of the ward, he closed the door lightly and looked at Nick at the end of the corridor.

"How is it?" Nick walked up and asked.

"No big problem." Shiler walked down the stairs shoulder to shoulder with him. Nick breathed a sigh of relief and said: "It seems that the psychological health assessment system you proposed to establish is indeed very effective. If Venom goes crazy or has a conflict with Eddie that is intense to the point of being irreconcilable, then humanity will lose another great general."

"Venom can be called a symbiote born and raised on Earth. The several most important hosts for him are all humans. He is much more reliable than those cosmic agents who often survive in alien environments. He is our own person. Try not to have problems."

"However, I am still amazed by your bold plan," Shiler turned to look at Nick and said: "You really intend to accept the surrender of the Klintar symbiote civilization and let the symbiotes join the Anquan Bureau in the form of parasitism?"

"This can solve several of our biggest difficulties at present," Nick walked forward in big strides and said in a very organized way: "First, the situation in the Andromeda Galaxy is gradually stabilizing. The place for the Klintar, this special civilization, will become smaller and smaller. The cosmic agents must find a way out for their race. Humans are almost their only choice."

"Second, as interstellar affairs gradually expand, we need more powerful agents. I know that with the moral bottom line of Captain America and Iron Man, they won't allow me to do any human experiments. I can only adopt a more gentle and reasonable method to strengthen the combat effectiveness of the agents."

Shiler also sighed and said: "Indeed, if the expo targeting interstellar civilizations proposed by Loki is really to be held, humans must have security forces at the level of interstellar civilizations. We must show the participation of the civilization subject, rather than letting a bunch of robots spin around the venue."

"The civilization subject humans must participate in it. Besides ensuring basic safety, they must also look decent and elegant enough. Bringing too many weapons clearly doesn't meet the requirements. Symbiotes that are relatively hidden and can be armed at any time are indeed a good choice."

"That's it," Nick made a final decision and said: "Eddie, as a former host of Venom, goes to Klintar, follows experienced symbiotes like Blue Spirit, and learns how humans should guide symbiotes to serve them."

"After he comes back, he will go to the Anquan Bureau to give classes to the agents, let them understand this special race, and then initially unfold the contact and combination between the two races."

Nick's voice revealed calmness. It was clear that after the stage became wider and wider, this Anquan Bureau director full of ambition had more space to show his ambition.

And what is most commendable about him is that he treats everyone as a tool for development equally, without any emotion, without any pity, including superheroes, including his friends, and including himself.

And his attitude toward Shiler is not like others, who are both pushing and worrying, but truly commands a psychiatrist in the capacity of the Anquan Bureau director. But this is precisely the professional recognition Shiler wants.

Nick Fury is also a master of the application of psychology.

"And you, Dr. Shiler, what you have to do is continue to write your two great works, "Universe Psychology" and "Interstellar Sociology," which you haven't finished yet, and at the same time record your insights in creation and pass them on to the agents."

Nick's steps didn't stop, and a trace of coldness flashed in his eyes. The low voice echoed in the corridor.

"The Great Interstellar Era is coming. Intelligence, schemes, and struggles will also continue to be the sharp blades in the hands of human civilization."

"The blood we have made our own kind shed will also make those jackals who have set their sights on the cosmic greenhouse understand who are the lambs that should scream and cry." ===== CHAPTER 1280 =====

"The blood we have forced our own kind to shed will also make those jackals eyeing the cosmic greenhouse understand who the real lambs are that should be screaming and weeping."