Chapter 1561

Schiller looked at Charles's eyes that were already full of wrinkles; he suddenly realized that the glimpse he had just had of Charles's young skin was also attracted by those pair of blue eyes.

Many people in some moments of life always feel that some memories are like a lifetime ago, but they are easily awakened by some small details; somehow, Schiller had already come to the door of the room with Charles.

Schiller, who was slightly sober, pushed the door open; Charles followed him in; the two came to the table and sat down; Schiller's eyes kept following Charles's eyes; Charles didn't know what he was looking at, but always felt that Schiller saw others through him.

"You really are a good doctor, Professor Charles." Schiller sat in the chair, lowered his eyelids and nodded and said: "I indeed didn't grow up in an ordinary family environment."

"Tell me specifically about this part." Charles took out pen and paper from under the table, which meant he was ready to write down what Schiller said.

Schiller put his hands on the table, his fingers intertwined, his posture appeared a bit nervous; Charles hadn't comforted him yet, letting him relax a bit, before Schiller opened his mouth to say.

"I hope you just listen to this as a story, because this doesn't fit the current era background, and you won't find any realistic basis from this story; all this didn't happen in this universe."

"Of course, I understand; you don't have to feel pressured; although I say so, you might not fully trust me, but when you feel that revealing your heart to me might cause an impact on your real life, think about who I am, what I can do, and if I really want to rely on your past to hurt you, then there's no need to sit here and ask you."

Schiller widened his eyes slightly; it was the first time he heard a psychologist say this to someone, but he had to admit that this move was really useful; the person opposite was Professor X.

It could be said that Professor X was the psychologist in this world who would least bring psychological pressure to patients, because all patients knew that Charles could directly read minds, but still sat honestly across the table and tried every means to get your words out; he really, I'm crying to death.

Schiller smiled and shook his head, appearing somewhat helpless, and said: "I certainly don't worry about your moral level, Professor; I'm just telling the truth; my past has nothing to do with this universe."

"Visitor from outside the sky?" Charles asked tentatively.

"This is already an open secret." Schiller sighed lightly and said: "Everyone who has seen the scenes of other multiverses understands that I am the accident that shouldn't have appeared; they just tacitly don't talk about this point, possibly worried that I will be sad."

Charles was silent for a while and said: "Perhaps they feel that this might make you feel lonely... do you think this universe is good enough?"

"Of course."

"Is it because your original living environment was not good enough?"

Schiller shook his head and said: "I won't make such comparisons, but will only objectively look at whether the company of my friends really makes me feel not lonely."

"Tell me about your childhood."

Schiller was also silent for a while, and then said: "In this universe, there are many superheroes with superpowers on Earth, right?"

"Then have you ever thought, Professor, what if you were the only person with superpowers in this world?"

Charles was slightly startled; he completely didn't expect Schiller to bring up this topic; Charles opened his mouth and closed it again, but finally opened his mouth and said: "Perhaps I would try to find a peer; if there really wasn't one, I might choose to find a quiet place to live alone."

"Really? Would you really have such an opportunity?"

Charles suddenly realized what Schiller was saying; he looked straight into Schiller's eyes and said: "You were discovered?... Discovered in childhood?"

"Approximately so." Schiller gave an ambiguous answer, and then said: "From the time I started to remember, about two or three years old, I discovered that I had a special ability; I could feel some things around me."

"What things?"

"Everything; items thrown at me, life walking toward me, people radiating malice toward me; it's hard for me to describe this feeling, but it's like a radar implanted in my brain; I feel everything around me clearly."

Charles frowned; he thought about it seriously and said: "This shouldn't be a mutant ability, because the signs appeared too early, and there was no explosive growth; judging from what you said, it might be a natural abnormality of the brain."

Charles turned his eyes to one side, recalling and saying: "Among the human brain waves I scanned, I can easily find that everyone's brain structure has subtle differences, and among them, geniuses whose certain brain regions are specially developed have brain structures completely different from ordinary people."

"It's just that human technology level hasn't developed to the point of distinguishing this difference, and I'm not any brain scientist; I can only vaguely say that their brain waves indeed exist abnormally."

"I guess it should be the abnormality of your brain structure that causes your brain waves to be able to touch certain things around you like substance, so you would have a feeling similar to a radar."

Schiller nodded, didn't make an evaluation of this conclusion, but continued: "I don't know if it's lucky or unfortunate; it was just when I first realized the existence of this ability that I was abandoned by my parents due to relatively severe childhood autism and came to an orphanage."

Charles narrowed his eyes slightly; he knew this definitely wasn't the worst thing Schiller encountered.

"Due to the existence of autism, it is very difficult for me to communicate with others in a normal way, but this ability of mine gives me a powerful instinct to seek good fortune and avoid evil, even to the point of prediction; I can instantly catch a plate falling from the table, and know the arrival of lightning one step ahead."

"More importantly, I will follow my instinct to avoid those who have malice toward me; I don't know how I judge it, but before some children in the orphanage wanted to play pranks on me, I could hide in advance, and I could also see the essence of some ill-intentioned adopters, so I could hide early and not be discovered."

Charles's frown tightened, and he said: "It's infinitely close to mind reading."

Schiller shook his head and said: "No, it's far from that; I can only feel vague malice, and regardless of whether the target of this malice is me or if there is no target at all, I can feel it."

Schiller's eyes went blank, as if he had entered the memory again; after a long while, he said: "One day, a special adopter came to the orphanage; he was a foreigner; I felt unparalleled malice from him, so I hid early in the cabinet I often hid in."

"The teachers and caregivers in the orphanage were already used to all this; no one forced me to come out; I thought I could avoid a disaster, but that ill-intentioned foreigner proposed to visit the orphanage's environment and raise funds in foreign fund organizations; the dean attached great importance to this, so he let him in."

"He wasn't an ordinary person; he was very good at observing traces; at that time, I was young and didn't know how to hide the traces of my actions, just acting on instinct, so I was discovered."

Schiller sighed and was silent for a while before saying: "At that time, my premonition was right; he came from a foreign laboratory; this laboratory's research project was to impose control on the spiritual level on children and use them to engage in destructive activities."

"Most people have no guard against children, and some children with special talents can very smoothly complete information theft or enemy rear destructive activities after training; this is exactly the purpose of their research."

Charles widened his eyes slightly; without Schiller saying it, he could also know which country this so-called foreign country was; in fact, this couldn't even be considered a very shocking project; as far as the wicked things Charles knew, more than half were more serious than this.

"Unfortunately, at that time, I didn't know how to cover up my abnormality; this was discovered by them." Schiller leaned his body to one side, leaning on the armrest while recalling and saying: "They once wanted to take some more extreme means to investigate the reason for my abnormality, but soon they discovered that besides this special sensitivity, my physical fitness and strength were also far beyond ordinary people."

"Why is this?" Charles asked with some surprise.

Schiller shook his head and said: "It's possible, as you said, the abnormality of my brain region affected my pain perception; from a very young age, I discovered that I almost couldn't feel pain."

"It's possible that because of this, I didn't have the muscle protection brought by pain; muscle limitation was naturally lifted, so in terms of strength, especially instantaneous explosive power, it was comparable to some mental patients who had lifted muscle limitations."

Charles nodded; he felt that the situation Schiller mentioned was possible, and then he heard Schiller continue.

"They thought that if they killed me and dissected my brain, this power would be wasted; it would be better to control me to engage in destructive activities; how much destruction can a spy who has both early warning ability and natural great strength cause? Just think of Spider-Man."

Charles blinked lightly, smiled and said: "No wonder you and Peter have such a good relationship; he mentions his good doctor every three sentences."

Schiller lowered his head and shook his head lightly and said: "I am far worse than Spider-Man; all my abilities are only a little stronger than ordinary people, not even in the category of superpowers, but as I said, there is no one else besides me, so it appears very prominent."

"What did that organization do to you?" Charles asked next.

"This experimental project team has existed for many years; they indeed have quite a few achievements in the field of manipulating others; they spent about ten years controlling me; the methods were varied; from the perspective of normal society, it was not humane, but most of the time I couldn't feel pain."

"Then were you controlled?"

"Not at all."

Schiller shook his head and said: "They failed completely, and I don't know if it's lucky or unfortunate; they absorbed all their research results for decades and combined them with the pathology of my autism, forming the pathology I have now."

"Usually, the pathology of autism patients will present a wandering and scattered state; before these ten years, I was also a similar symptom, but the research results they imposed on me focused on standing in the subject position to exert pressure on others and manipulate others."

"This corrected some of the withdrawn and inattentive pathology of autism very well, making my pathology turn into an instinct to manipulate others, and to this day, it is still effective."

Charles's expression was very wonderful; after several changes, he sighed and said: "Although the pathology of autism is not good, manipulating others is also very evil; I really don't know whether to say you are lucky to have misfortune, or you are adding insult to injury."