Chapter 1574

The sky darkened at a speed unimaginable to ordinary people. The group sitting on the shore began to pack up. Seeing Natasha stomped out the fire with her boots, then used dirt to bury the embers, leaving only a wisp of inconspicuous smoke.

"Has anyone told you that there might be bears here?" Seeing Natasha said casually while kicking away the stones piled by the fire.

"Has anyone told the bears that we are here?" Shiler said without looking back, carrying his stool: "Especially, has anyone told the bears that there are Russians here?"

The red-haired female agent laughed wildly, out of breath, and said: "Stop making these stereotypical jokes, they aren't funny at all."

Just at this time, the sound of Ivan and Steve talking intermittently came from ahead: "Yes, at that time, to prove I was an adult, I rushed into the woods and then beat a bear to death with my bare hands..."

Seeing Natasha pursed her lips, made a face, quickly caught up with Shiler, patted his shoulder, and said: "Russia doesn't have this kind of adult ceremony. When I became an adult, I also ate cake like Americans."

"And put the head of the previous Black Widow next to it, right?" Shiler didn't hold back at all.

"In your eyes, what kind of people are we? Savages who drink blood?" Seeing Natasha raised an eyebrow. The light from the lakeside cabin shone on her face, making her three-dimensional features rise and fall like mountains in the night.

"Stereotype." Shiler evaluated, sounding as professional as a psychologist, but then said: "There are always a few Russians who have never killed anything, nor have they killed anything in their dreams when drunk, right?"

"There must be some. You go to Moscow to find them, maybe you can find a few such cowards."

"First of all, I am an autistic patient, don't have too high requirements for my emotional ability." Shiler plugged in the electric kettle and then said: "If daily happiness and anger are at the bottom of the pyramid, then wholehearted love for someone is the tip of the pyramid. Any mental patient who lacks sympathy and empathy telling me they sincerely love someone, just listen to it."

Shiler sighed deeply. He gently felt the side of the teacup with his fingers and said: "Human desires always grow with age, and the pathology of mental patients also grows with age. When the growth periods overlap too much, desires will easily be infected by pathology, thereby producing some deviations outside the ideal range..."

"Again." Seeing Natasha shook her head and said: "The scholars I pursued at that time didn't have half your professionalism and boredom in their wording. I would have retreated in the face of difficulties long ago, Doctor."

Seeing Natasha leaned her body further forward. Her body occupied only one-eighth of the very edge of the sofa. She held the cup with both hands, looked at Shiler from under her red hair, and said: "Then, what reason can make a sound person have no choice but to do so?"

Steve turned to look at Charles again, and Charles was like a cat enjoying the softness of the sofa and the warmth of the fireplace. As for the others, he was also like a cat; he might have heard it but didn't care at all.

And the good-tempered Erik just lowered his head with an axe and smiled, shaking his head. Nick's footsteps sounded from behind him. He poked his head into the room and said: "What's the situation? Why is there not a single axe left?"

"There is research showing that the interest people have in those who look like ascetics is similar to the stimulation of breaking taboos. Some people deliberately hide their indulgent side to attract those interested in tasting forbidden fruit."

Looking at the gaze Erik cast at him, Shiler sat peacefully on the sofa holding a teacup and shook his head, saying: "Don't look at me like that, I'm not that kind of person."

This question was slightly sharp, but considering it was Captain America Erik who asked him, it didn't sound like an interrogation either.

"That is definitely not flirting." Ivan pursed his lips, as if recalling, and said: "This murderer stabbed a girl to death, and then he..."

At this, it was Charles's turn to glance at Steve. Shiler was more like a dog curled up in a blanket, his eyes always moist, and his face very cheerful, as if he didn't want to bite anyone at all.

"You can't get the truth from his mouth." Seeing Natasha looked at Shiler and said: "Autism is like a standard answer that can answer all private questions, and other than expressing sympathy to him, you have nothing else to say."

Erik pushed his lower lip upward until it pushed up his upper lip, looking like he was agreeing, and also like he was expressing dissatisfaction.

"Your estimate is completely inaccurate." Shiler took her words but also teased Erik: "Our Erik is not Tony Stark. He doesn't have that kind of untimely competitive spirit. If you stimulate him again, he will only vent his anger on the firewood."

Hearing such topics, Seeing Natasha immediately raised her eyebrows with interest. She picked up the hot tea, leaned her body forward, pressed her elbows together on her knees, and said:

"Oh, please!" Seeing Natasha spread her hands speechlessly and said: "I thought there was some other difficulty besides wood. Or are they trying to make things difficult for Captain America? How could anyone really want to chop wood?"

"But it's not a complete failure, or rather, if forced by external forces or limited by the times, there's no need to be pessimistic because of it." Shiler said, glancing at Charles beside him.

"Do you think children and family are mutually replaceable relationships?" Steve asked back with that academic tone.

"Then are you like that, Doctor?"

"Do you think it's loving someone first, then wanting to form a family with them, or wanting to form a family with someone, only then proving you love them?" Erik asked.

"Clatter," the window behind the sofa opened. One piece of freshly chopped firewood after another flew in. Charles didn't move a fingertip, just leaned against the single sofa like he was sleepy, and said in that still unpleasant tone: "You all seem to be playing some kind of 'pretend we don't have superpowers' game."

"Then, Doctor, are you not forming a family because of reality?"

"If you don't form a family, is it a lack of responsibility? Is it never having loved someone?" Seeing Natasha frowned and asked.

Erik shivered, not because of the murder, but because he couldn't understand the perverted thinking involved. He took a sip of tea to steady his nerves, then said: "Can such a person really exist—'love you so kill you'?"

"There is research showing that people's interest in those who look like ascetics is similar to the stimulation of breaking taboos. Some people deliberately hide their indulgent side to attract those interested in tasting forbidden fruit."

Charles went to glance at Shiler again. Shiler was still innocent and cheerful, but definitely not understanding.

Erik was just about to breathe a sigh of relief when he heard Shiler continue in that calm tone: "I won't be taken away by the police."

Erik also walked into the room. He squatted by the fireplace and lit some twigs and stuffed them in. Very soon, the flames rose. The warmth made people drowsy, and in the drowsy sleepiness, some aimless idle chatter proceeded incoherently.

"I don't know why you two don't plan to form a family again." Nick wiped his boots, looked up at Steve and Charles, and said: "Charles is understandable, he already has children. What about you? Steve."

Nick immediately slipped to a chair closest to the fireplace and wrapped his jacket tightly, saying: "Thank God, thank superpowers. Playing an ordinary person is not interesting at all. Who will make the fire bigger?"

Shiler walked over with a tray of hot tea, placed the teacups in front of them one by one, and said: "Of course, that's only part of the reason. Usually speaking, the desires and hormone secretion of autistic patients are normal, so they won't have functional disorders."

"You're far behind. Often at that time, my father would have already come in carrying a bear head. He chopped it like chopping wood, and the blood splashed on the woodpile behind our cabin..."

"I think love only has to do with responsibility, and family is a manifestation of responsibility. When love is deep, it's hard not to want to have the idea of being responsible for the other party, and then you will go to form a family." Shiler answered this way.

"Usually, that means a certain attempt to form a family has failed."

"Do you want to ask if love and family must have a connection?" Shiler was currently looking for possible teaware in the kitchen of the cabin and said: "Or do you want to know if love has a necessary connection with family, including your love object, and children?"

"It looks like we have to start from chopping wood." Erik walked into the room with an axe, using that blustering tone and saying: "'Where is the bear, where is the bear?'—Do I look like a Russian?"

"Dr. Vanko, stop scaring these Americans." Seeing Natasha sat on the sofa and raised her chin, saying: "Lest our Captain America, who has always been known for his bravery, insists on finding a bear to chop for you to see."

"There is also a possibility." Shiler didn't care at all about Seeing Natasha's slightly aggressive gaze, just looked at her and said: "Avoiding emotional life as much as possible is a choice of having no choice."

But at this moment, Ivan said thoughtfully: "Actually, I think I have really encountered this kind of situation. I have seen people link violence with sexual desire. I don't understand how this situation is produced, but the consequences caused are much more serious than ordinary people imagine."

"That offends too many people, including me." Shiler turned out a small bag of tea leaves from the cabinet, opened it to check, and said: "There is still a step between the idea of being responsible and forming a family, and that is reality. If there are no realistic conditions, the idea is just an idea."

Suddenly, he realized that Shiler shifting the topic here was actually defending himself.

Ivan didn't seem to be conservative because he didn't say the word related to sex, but just felt confused, didn't understand, and was a bit afraid. He shook his head gently and said: "When the police took him away, he was trembling with excitement and kept saying that he gave me the most 'noble' love."

They followed the light of the lakeside cabin to the porch. After opening the door, they discovered that the fireplace hadn't been heated yet. The room was full of dry cold air. Erik walked around the house and finally found a few pieces of wood in a box in an inconspicuous corner that were completely unable to burn because they had been invaded by dampness.

This is a daily unit.

Writing daily life is more brain-consuming, losing hair ing.