Chapter 1355

"Your Highness, do you still intend to continue acting? I think you should take advantage of the fact that everyone is here and tell us how you killed your wife, don't you?" Schiller looked at the Prince Consort lying on the ground with a smile.

"You, what nonsense are you spouting?!!!" The Prince Consort stood up and shouted.

"You killed Her Majesty the Queen of the Shi'ar Empire." Schiller's tone was very flat, as if he were simply stating a fact.

"You're crazy!!!" The Prince Consort screamed, then he looked around and roared, "Where are the Asgardian guards?! Are you just going to let this madman spout nonsense here?!"

"My wife, Her Majesty the Queen of the Shi'ar Empire, met with a tragic end in Asgard. You failed to protect her diligently, and now you want to frame me as the murderer?!!!"

The Prince Consort's tone was full of disbelief. His eyebrows drooped, but the corners of his eyes twitched, and the muscles around his nose trembled constantly. His face was full of sadness, anger, and disbelief.

"Dr. Schiller, what basis do you have for saying this?" Frigga stepped forward first to smooth things over. She said, "This Highness is also a noble of the Shi'ar Empire. We cannot slander his reputation without evidence."

Strange also stepped forward, looked at Schiller, and said, "Alright, Schiller, I know you are a psychiatrist and a detective, but this is indeed a bit absurd."

Thor looked at Schiller and said, "Doctor, do you mean that the Queen of the Shi'ar Empire was killed by her husband?"

Schiller nodded. He didn't care about the murderous look in the Prince Consort's eyes, but looked at Thor and said, "I suppose Your Majesty also knows that to solve a case through deduction, we must know the Queen's timeline of activities in Asgard—that is, from the time she arrived here to the time she died here, where she went, what she did, and who she met."

"Everyone who met the Queen is a suspect. Once we deduce the time of the Queen's death, we can ask all suspects to provide an alibi, and those who cannot provide one are naturally the murderers. This is a traditional investigative technique."

The surrounding guests nodded. Schiller had made it very clear: everyone who had contact with the Queen was a suspect. So, as long as the time of the Queen's death was determined, and each person who had contact with the Queen provided an alibi in turn—the more detailed the alibi, the smaller the suspicion—a list of suspects ranked from greatest to least suspicion could soon be obtained.

Then, by judging the Queen's wounds, the possible murder weapon, and the suspects' abilities, one could determine who among the most suspicious people was the murderer.

Although not all civilizations had developed independent investigative disciplines, this was essentially just a logic problem of constantly eliminating wrong answers, which was still easy to understand.

Thor's eyes scanned the surroundings, naturally noticing the guests' attitudes, and then he heard Schiller ask, "Then let's start from the beginning. After Her Majesty the Queen got off the ship, the first person she had contact with should have been you. Forgive my intrusion, may I include you on the list?"

Thor cleared his throat and said, "There's nothing wrong with that. Asgardians have always believed that as long as one acts uprightly, one need not fear others' speculation. The truth will always come to light."

"Very well, Your Majesty. Do you know where Her Majesty Queen Lilandra of the Shi'ar Empire went after she finished her meeting with you on the night she arrived in Asgard?"

But as soon as he said this, a flash of panic crossed the Prince Consort's brow, but it wasn't the panic of being exposed, but rather an emotion mixed with shame, anger, and a deep sense of grievance.

Thor stroked his chin and pondered, saying, "Asgard does not monitor the whereabouts of guests at every moment, and I have no intention of prying into the Queen's private affairs. So, I'm afraid only the palace guards or members of the Shi'ar Empire's guard know her whereabouts."

"Do you need me to summon the palace guards?" Sif asked.

At this moment, others turned their eyes to the two guards behind the Prince Consort of the Shi'ar Empire's guard. The young guard holding a sharp sword stepped forward first, coughed twice, and said, "Since arriving in Asgard, I have followed the Queen the whole time. I think I have some say in this matter."

"Please speak, sir."

"After finishing the meeting with His Majesty the King of Gods, Her Majesty the Queen originally wanted to return to her room, but she suddenly said that an old friend she hadn't seen in a long time had also come here. She wanted to visit an old friend, so she summoned the butler, groomed herself, and went to the sixth floor of the palace."

At this time, Sif gently touched the gemstone necklace around her neck, revealing a look of recollection. She said, "There are many guests on the sixth floor. I really don't know who the old friend Her Majesty the Queen of the Shi'ar Empire was talking about? Sir, did she mention the name of that old friend?"

"What are you all doing now?! Her Majesty the Queen's corpse has been lying here for almost an hour! Shouldn't we first handle her remains in a more proper and decent way?!!!" The Prince Consort shouted again.

"Your Highness, you must know that we must protect the crime scene in order to find key clues from the corpse," Schiller explained quite patiently.

But the Prince Consort seemed to not take him seriously at all, instead shouting loudly, "Do you Asgardians just listen to a human like this? Do you have no opinions of your own? Do you know nothing about interstellar etiquette?!"

A look of helplessness appeared on everyone's faces, and the surrounding guests also felt somewhat annoyed.

The current scene was somewhat similar to all the adults speaking very rationally, discussing a very serious matter through their wisdom and judgment, but a spoiled brat running over, shouting and waving his arms, unable to feel calm logic, unable to understand the various judgments derived from facts in the adults' mouths, just pointlessly venting emotions.

This kind of person who only vents emotions when encountering things, has no reason at all, and is still very self-righteous and unreasonable, is annoying everywhere. And anyone who can remain calm in the face of such people and pull the topic back to the main point will show their high quality, and if they can soothe their emotions, it shows even more level.

"Your Highness, I admit that I was somewhat shocking just now, pointing out the fact that you are the murderer, which made you feel fearful and panicked."

"But this is also your opportunity to clear your suspicion. But if you keep interrupting us, we can only interpret this as guilty conscience and unreasonable behavior."

The Prince Consort was choked. The screaming he had accumulated in his throat for a long time was all swallowed back. Those splashes that should have been spilled on the spot, after being swallowed back into his stomach, were like a whirlwind of sharp blades, making his chest and stomach ache together.

In addition to the panic of being pointed out as the murderer, the Prince Consort had another kind of shame, because he knew that as the timeline pushed backward, people would inevitably discover the fact that the Queen had cheated. No male creature could tolerate being discovered in public that his wife had cheated on him.

The Prince Consort could already imagine that as all the heavyweight guests present spoke in unison, he would inevitably become an interstellar laughingstock.

His wife rushed here, and on the first night after getting off the ship, she went to find her ex-husband to rekindle old feelings. This was simply throwing his entire personality and self-esteem onto the ground and stepping on it a few times. Cowardly, incompetent, charmless, and even more vicious words would surround him for the rest of his life.

The Prince Consort sat on the ground, his hands supporting the ground, panting heavily. His hands slowly clenched into fists. Another thought formed in his heart: even if his wife's promiscuous cheating behavior could not be changed, he could at least prove to everyone that he was not completely incompetent. He had taught this damn slut a profound lesson!

This was the only way for him to regain some face.

Schiller was chatting with Star-Lord, talking about the Queen's whereabouts, when the corner of his eye caught the tense arm muscles of the Prince Consort. He thought, just one last fire, and this poor rooster would jump up and crow impatiently to prove his masculine style.

In any patriarchal society, males will more often regard their wives and children as their own property. Their most intense feelings for them are not love, but possession and control.

Even if modern society puts a fig leaf on this in a civilized way, calling it marriage and family, essentially, this possessiveness is still primitive, instinctive, and almost irresistible.

This will lead them to have a kind of masculine self-esteem endowed by patriarchal society in addition to their personality requirements and social identity self-esteem. Precisely because this is a primitive instinct, it is particularly difficult to resist, and when poked in the sore spot, the reaction will be more intense.

Schiller is precisely using this point. In addition to using the masculine self-esteem of the Shi'ar Empire Queen's Prince Consort to make him kill the Queen, he also uses the same self-esteem to force him to plead guilty.

In order to maintain his masculine self-esteem, the Prince Consort can even accept that he is the murderer of the Queen's assassination case, just to prove to everyone that he gave his wife, who escaped his control, a sufficiently tragic punishment to show that he was not unpossessed, and even exposing himself as the murderer is not important.

And Schiller's inference that the Prince Consort has such strong masculine self-esteem is also based on factual judgment. Whether in comics or in the world he is in, Lilandra has never forgotten Charles.

In the comics, Lilandra was eventually even willing to give up the entire Shi'ar Empire for Charles, choosing to stay on Earth to take care of him. Such strong feelings must be reflected everywhere in daily life.

In the daily life of the Shi'ar Queen and her husband, the Prince Consort must be extremely insecure. Everyone knows that the Queen once had a deeply loved partner. She held grand celebrations for him, and their vigorous love spread throughout the empire.

And the Prince Consort seemed a bit redundant. Perhaps he was a substitute, perhaps just a boring pastime. Everyone was comparing him to the predecessor, and the predecessor who had died or left was always the best.

Such a living environment will distort the Prince Consort's psychology. People often say that the less you have, the more you pursue. The Prince Consort had almost never shown any masculine self-esteem in himself. He had never controlled his wife as a male, and had never even possessed her on both physiological and psychological levels at the same time.

Therefore, his psychology of showing this masculine self-esteem must become more intense as time goes by. And when he discovered that he had no chance to realize this self-esteem, and discovered that he had finally completely lost his wife, all the anger, grievances, and dissatisfaction would turn into raging flames, and then completely burn away a person's reason.

What Schiller did was essentially a kind of mental abuse and control. The Prince Consort's masculine self-esteem was like a dog-training whistle. As long as Schiller blew the whistle gently, the other party would completely lose his reason, have no scruples, and become like a splashing madman.

Just like now, as the conversation between Schiller, Star-Lord, and Sif deepened, the Queen's whereabouts were revealed to everyone's eyes little by little. This Majesty didn't sleep in the middle of the night and ran to visit an old friend. If there was nothing going on, no one would believe it.

What is even more shocking is that this is the first night the Queen of the Shi'ar Empire arrived here. She couldn't even wait for one night and one day. The more anxious and hungry she appeared, the more redundant and ridiculous someone seemed.

"It seems that this old friend is very important in the Queen's heart. In that case, this mysterious friend is also very suspicious. Your Majesty Sif, I'm afraid I have to ask you to let the butler check?"

Schiller deliberately emphasized the word "unknown," which was to remind the Prince Consort that once the name Charles Xavier appeared, everyone would know that it was the Queen's ex-husband, which would confirm that the Queen met an old friend in the middle of the night, which was actually cheating on the spot.

And it was an impatient, very hungry, and even didn't consider her husband for a second.

This is also declaring to everyone that the Queen's current husband has never possessed her, not even a little bit.

"In that case, Your Majesty, please allow me to leave for a while to summon the butler and confirm the guest list." Sif revealed an apologetic smile.

"Go ahead, I'm also curious, what did the Queen do on the sixth floor in the middle of the night..." Thor kissed Sif's forehead again and said.

Just as everyone was watching Sif's turning back, a hysterical voice came from the center of the dance floor.

"Enough!"