Chapter 1291

Upon hearing this name, Shiler's eyes widened in surprise, but he did not show it, merely taking another look at the young man with a calm, composed expression.

This young Chinese man was just over 1.8 meters tall with a healthy build, but unlike many Westerners, he hadn't bulked up into a giant; his frame remained lean, though the muscles in his forearms revealed he was well-trained.

His features were not entirely Asian; he looked more like a person of mixed heritage. While his hair and pupils were black, his brow bone and the bridge of his nose were higher, carrying some Caucasian characteristics between his eyes and brows.

More importantly, Shiler noticed that he did not at all resemble a Chinese person living in the United States. Due to the differences between Eastern and Western cultures, there is a significant gap in how Easterners and Westerners interpret facial expressions.

For Easterners, a smile is actually a smile; it generally involves closing the lips and lifting the corners of the mouth, occasionally revealing a few teeth.

But for Westerners, a smile must reveal teeth, preferably the gums, with the corners of the mouth lifted high, looking more like the exaggerated expressions found in cartoons.

This point is even more obvious in group photos; American-born Asians and international students, despite having similar appearances, have completely different demeanors and expressions, to the point where one can distinguish between the two groups based on photos alone.

If the young man in front of him was Xu Shangqi, then he should be a Chinese-American, or at least have been here for many years.

Yet now, this young man's appearance and expressions looked like those of an international student who had just arrived; he lacked that excessive, almost fake American enthusiasm, appearing instead reserved, even shy.

More importantly, Shiler clearly remembered that Shangqi was a martial arts master. Seeing Natasha hadn't brought many agents, and Banner hadn't released Hulk, so how was he captured and brought here? And why did he start vomiting blood the moment he arrived?

Although in the chaotic Marvel universe, a martial arts master might not be considered very strong, they shouldn't be weak to this extent, right?

Although Shiler had doubts in his heart, he didn't show them, silently writing the name on the medical record before looking at Xu Shangqi again and asking, "How are you feeling now? Why did you vomit blood?"

"I..." Xu Shangqi opened his mouth as if he didn't know how to speak, but facing Shiler's focused gaze, he desperately wanted to answer something to gain this doctor's trust, because he knew the situation he was facing now was terrible, and without an ally, he feared he would never be able to leave this place again.

Seeing Natasha's cold attitude indeed put significant pressure on him; this was no joke. When American agents go to work, emptying a magazine isn't the end—it's just the beginning.

Xu Shangqi sighed deeply, his breath filled with sorrow and sadness. He grabbed his short black hair forcefully and said, "I don't know, Doctor, I don't know anything."

Shiler looked at him with feigned helplessness and said, "But if you don't say anything, I can't help you."

"I really don't know, I have amnesia." Xu Shangqi covered his face with one hand, then brushed back his hair, frowning tightly as he said, "The police opened fire during the conflict that day. They hit the back of my head, but a mysterious force protected me, keeping me from dying. But I felt like I was having a mental breakdown, so I fled in a panic. I didn't mean to abandon my companions."

Shiler looked at Xu Shangqi's face, listening to his explanation full of holes, and seemed to have a premonition. He tapped the guardrail lightly with his hand and said, "Alright, if you insist that you have mental health issues, I will conduct a comprehensive examination on you. If you are charged later, the results of the examination will be a decisive factor in your future."

Shiler stood up, looked at the young man's face, and said, "Rest well here; I will come to see you again tomorrow."

After saying this, Shiler stood up and left, while Xu Shangqi watched his back, his brow furrowing tightly.

In the middle of the night, the young man lying on the bed suddenly turned his body. He stared at the gap in the door, and only when the lights in the hallway went out did he crawl out on tiptoe.

Feeling the pain in his chest, he cursed in Chinese in a low voice, muttered a few words in a dialect, and struggled to use the muscle strength of this strong body to roll off the bed.

He walked to the window on tiptoe, twisted the window handle, and found it wasn't locked. He looked left and right, then pushed the window open silently.

Xu Shangqi stepped one foot onto the edge of the window, wanting to exert force to jump out, but just then, a voice came from behind him.

"I advise you not to jump; the floor below is full of agents."

It was spoken in Chinese.

Xu Shangqi turned his head abruptly. He saw the psychiatrist he had met during the day standing at the door, holding a medical record folder in one hand and a cup of steaming water in the other.

Shiler walked to the side of Xu Shangqi's hospital bed and sat down, crossing his legs leisurely. He opened the medical record folder and said, "Are you fantasizing about slaughtering everyone in the Marvel universe and realizing your superhero dream? Do you think you are the chosen one, so you will definitely be able to escape?"

Xu Shangqi, standing by the window in his hospital gown, widened his eyes in shock, because all of Shiler's words were spoken in fluent Chinese.

He walked over quickly, grabbed the guardrail of the hospital bed with both hands, and said, "No way? You are too? You said 'Marvel', right?... You said it, right???"

"Don't make a fuss."

Shiler's voice was so low it was almost a whisper. In the dim light, he used a pen to write something on the medical record, then tapped the guardrail on the other side with the end of the pen and said, "Sit on the opposite side, and then let's talk about you."

"Please!" Xu Shangqi opened his hands in disbelief and said, "You crossed over here and became a psychiatrist?!"

And a psychiatrist for S. H. I. E. L. D.??? Do you know what will happen in a few years? That purple sweet potato will snap his fingers, and half the people will die. That's hundreds of millions of living people!

!"

Xu Shangqi felt like he was having a breakdown. He paced back and forth in the room, holding his arm, and said, "On my way to my internship, the taxi hit a big truck. With a 'bang', I didn't know anything anymore."

"When I opened my eyes again, there was another 'bang', and a bullet hit the back of my head. I clearly heard a scream, and then I felt like boiling water inside my body, it was so hot."

"Suddenly, I felt a coolness at the back of my head, and the bullet vanished. Six or seven police officers were pointing guns at my head, but I didn't run because of that. I felt like I was going to explode, and I didn't want to blow them all up."

The more Xu Shangqi talked, the angrier he got. He kicked the foot of the hospital bed and said, "I don't know what sin I committed! Crossing over is one thing, but crossing into Xu Shangqi! Don't let me see that Fu Manchu, or I'll blow his dog head off!"

After saying this, he kicked the bed foot again, making a "bang" sound, panting heavily. He was clearly very angry. Then he shook his head and said, "These American police kill without blinking! I watched them gun down two or three protesters, and now they've caught me here. These damn lackeys!"

It was clear that the young man in front of him wasn't very good at cursing; even his Chinese vocabulary for cursing was limited to just a few words repeated over and over. Suddenly, as if he had just come to his senses, he turned to look at Shiler.

He looked at Shiler's white appearance and suddenly said, "Judging by your Chinese accent, you should be Chinese too, right? Forget it, Xu Shangqi is Xu Shangqi. At least the appearance is still a descendant of the dragon."

Shiler just sat calmly in his seat, watching him vent his emotions one moment and gloat the next, silently profiling the young man in his heart.

But unexpectedly, the young man sat down beside him and turned to say, "You're unlucky too, transmigrating into an ordinary person and having to work overtime in a superhero world."

"But this is fine too. Even if this Xu Shangqi practiced some internal martial arts, it's all wasted on me. I can't control the airflow in my body at all. Who said those who crossed over are all self-taught?"

Xu Shangqi waved his hand, quite helpless. Soon he sighed softly and said, "I don't know how my mom is doing. If she knew I died in a car accident, she would be heartbroken. But fortunately, I have an older brother and an older sister; they'll have to take care of mom for me."

He raised his head, looked around the psychiatric hospital room, and poured out the words he had been holding in for many days like beans from a jar: "You say, this is really strange, right? It's been so many days, and I haven't seen Spider-Man swinging around or Iron Man flying by. I wanted to take a picture."

"I've only seen the movies, not the comics. This must be one of those multiverse things Marvel talks about, right? Maybe it's a future universe? I hope it's a future universe, so I don't have to face the purple sweet potato."

Shiler turned to look at his profile and asked, "Do you plan to be a superhero? To save the other half of the people from Thanos?"

"Who knows." Xu Shangqi shrugged and said, "I can't gamble. I'm part of the half that survived. Since I'm going to die sooner or later anyway, I might as well use my special abilities to fight the purple sweet potato. Maybe God sent me here to make up for the tragedy in the movie?"

Xu Shangqi rubbed his nose and said, "When I saw the end of 'Avengers: Infinity War', I cried my eyes out. I don't know what happened, maybe I just wasn't willing to see these superheroes die like that."

Shiler pointed to the opposite bed again. Xu Shangqi was clearly much more relaxed. He walked over and sat down. Shiler looked into his eyes and said, "I see a kind of clear stupidity in your eyes. Are you a college student?"

Xu Shangqi nodded and said, "I just graduated from college and was interning. I died on the way to my internship."

Before Shiler could continue asking, Xu Shangqi sighed deeply and said, "Maybe you crossed over early and didn't see the movie 'Shang-Chi'. I was almost desperate when I found out I crossed into Xu Shangqi! You don't know what a piece of crap that movie was!"

"If the actor's appearance can be called subjective, the plot rhythm was a mess, the composition had no aesthetic, and the costumes were incredibly tacky. I felt sick for a week after watching it, ugh..."

Xu Shangqi made a disgusted expression, hugged his arms, and said, "There are no decent Eastern heroes in Marvel, it's all damn stereotypes! Fortunately, the original Xu Shangqi took a bullet and should be dead, which is why I replaced him."

"It's a good thing I don't look like that idiot in the movie, otherwise I'd really jump into the sea and kill myself."

Shiler smiled, but at this moment Xu Shangqi rubbed his hands and got excited again, saying, "Maybe that decent Eastern hero is me? After I coughed up two mouthfuls of blood, I found that the airflow in my body weakened, and I seem to be able to control it a little."

After saying this, he turned to look at the window, where searchlight beams flashed continuously. Then he turned back, lowered his voice, and said, "You don't really plan to just stay here, do you? Don't you plan to do something to change the world?"

Shiler nodded lightly and said, "I'm just an ordinary person, I don't have your superpowers, so I'm afraid this matter will have to depend on you. Don't be in a hurry, you still need to rest. If you want to leave here, I will help you."

Shiler's voice was soft and slow, every syllable of every word drawn out. The flashing frequency of the searchlights outside the window became faster and faster, and the light in the room also began to become unstable.

"Alright, you're right..." Xu Shangqi leaned against the pillow of the hospital bed, holding his still-aching chest. His vision had already begun to blur. He said with sleepy eyes, "I need to rest for a while, let's talk about anything else tomorrow."

After saying this, his breathing frequency gradually became longer and longer. Only when his eye movement speed began to change toward deep sleep did Shiler stand up expressionlessly, walk to the cabinet nearby, take out a bottle of wine, open the lid, and let the aroma of the wine permeate the room.

Soon, Shiler arrived in the foggy space of consciousness. There was no Tower of Thought here, only very scattered fragments; it was a very typical mental space for an ordinary person.

Shiler looked around, then found a curled-up figure in the very center of all the fragments. It was a very ordinary Chinese young man, wearing myopia glasses, with an unremarkable appearance and no unique temperament, just like a boy you could see everywhere in a college town.

Shiler found his memories about himself among many fragments. This boy's surname was not Xu but Chen, and his life experience also showed that he was indeed not a native of this world. He hadn't been brainwashed or hypnotized, but had indeed been reborn in a borrowed shell.

Shiler stood in place and thought for a while. He wanted to see the reason why this transmigrator came here.

Shiler didn't like things happening beyond his control. If they did, the root cause must be found. He didn't think all this was a coincidence.

When he was in the DC world, Shiler had heard Lucifer say that the "Book of Destiny", which records fate, contains not only the natives of this world but also many souls who accidentally entered this world. Not long after arriving here, they would all be written into the "Book of Destiny" by fate, just as Shiler had once encountered.

And the explanation Lucifer gave for this was that the infinite universe and world would inevitably produce some errors. Even if these wandering souls are reborn, they won't cause any major destruction.

Even if they can change something, it's only one or two universes. Few gods will pay attention to them, and if things get big, they just throw that universe away... except for Shiler.

After understanding the multiverse, Shiler had heard some abnormal events from Spider-Man, such as a character who had never appeared in the comics suddenly appearing in a world, starting a big company, fighting Thanos, and dating superheroes. Shiler knew that these people might be people who accidentally transmigrated here.

But since this Xu Shangqi was lucky enough to cross over in front of him, he would naturally use the simplest method to find out his background and ensure that this wasn't some conspiracy.

Shiler backtracked through Xu Shangqi's memories, wanting to find the fragment of the time he had the accident. But just as countless memory fragments flashed before his eyes, Shiler captured a familiar face.

The next second, his pupils shrank.

The next morning, Xu Shangqi woke up from his sleep. He rubbed his eyes hard, stretched, let out a big yawn, and then found that the doctor from yesterday had pushed the door open and entered again.

But the difference was that he was carrying a familiar food box, which looked like breakfast ordered from Chinatown. Shiler sat down beside Xu Shangqi again, smiled, and looked at him, saying, "You fell asleep directly yesterday, and there are still many things I haven't asked. We can chat again today."

Xu Shangqi stared straight at the food box from which the aroma was coming, swallowed his saliva, and said somewhat reluctantly, "I've told you so much, and you still haven't told me your story."

Shiler lowered his eyes and said, "My story has nothing to tell. I am an orphan, with no parents and no family. When I came here, I was all alone, with nothing to worry about."

Sure enough, Xu Shangqi showed a sympathetic expression after hearing this, but soon he became a little depressed, and his movements in opening the food box became a bit sluggish.

"My mom, my brother, and my sister must be heartbroken." Xu Shangqi pursed his lips tightly and said, "My mom called me a few days ago, telling me not to go out to work during the summer vacation and to go back early. If she knew..."

Xu Shangqi's eyes became redder and redder, but Shiler opened the lid of the food box as if unintentionally, placed the fragrant food in front of him, and asked, "I haven't heard you mention your father. Are you from a single-parent family?"

Xu Shangqi nodded absentmindedly and said, "When I was just born, my dad owed gambling debts and ran away. My mom, my brother, and my sister raised me."

"A great mother. What kind of work does she do?"

"A nurse, she is a nurse."