Chapter 1584

"What do you think makes a fish take the bait?"

"Hunger? Arrogance? I don't know."

Seeing Natasha still stared closely at the fishing line disappearing on the water surface, as if she could see a fish from that hole. Schiller's fishing line floated not far from him. It looked like the bait was not heavy, and it was a bit too light relative to ice fishing. Even the soft wind at noon could blow the fishing line and ripple.

"Usually speaking, I wouldn't call a one-night stand between two consenting adults immoral," Seeing Natasha tried to open her mouth and said: "Perhaps in the eyes of some people, it only symbolizes dissoluteness. Obviously, this group of people doesn't include me."

"But I think it's necessary to obtain the 'comprehensive' consent of the object before starting this matter."

"Did you tell every one of your one-night stand objects that you are the Black Widow?"

Seeing Natasha was almost roaring in pain. She leaned her body forward and said to the ice surface: "They don't need to know! What good does that do for our intimacy?!"

"So you didn't inform them of your danger either."

"That's because I wouldn't..."

"Are you really not?"

Seeing Natasha fell silent. After a long time, she opened her mouth as if to make up for it: "In most cases, no. My encounters with those boys are usually only related to romance. If they keep this matter within this range, then they won't be in danger."

"But someone wants more."

"Men usually want more," Seeing Natasha sighed deeply, as if thinking of something and said: "After they thought they conquered my flesh, they started to explore the possibility of capturing my spirit."

"Although it's a bit impolite, I can understand, because it was I who gave them the illusion that this possibility exists. This is to let them ignore my aggression, otherwise they would be like a timid quail and dare not do anything. Tony Stark is like this."

"He is the smartest smart person in the world. I dare say he noticed something wrong the first time he saw me, but at that time his mental state was not good, as if he was looking for death, perhaps looking for a more romantic way to die for himself."

"But he still retreated."

"No smart person wouldn't," Seeing Natasha looked up at Schiller's eyes and said: "Especially you smart detectives, I only need to expose more than thirty percent of the skin on my upper body, and you can see that I have killed countless people."

"So those people who slept with you with peace of mind and were killed by you are also because they are stupid."

Very good, the topic returned to the origin again, Seeing Natasha thought quite painfully. How could she try to persuade a psychologist?

"I'm curious, why are you trying to stop me, but through reasoning? You shouldn't use this method often, right? Madam."

Seeing Natasha looked up at Schiller again and said: "The problem is how do I know, if I use another method, you or I or the two of us won't get hurt, and then make the situation more uncontrollable?"

"You are the rare kind of agent with a big picture."

"If it weren't, I would have disappeared in a flash," Seeing Natasha's tone was full of sadness.

Manhattan was still prosperous, with heavy traffic on the road. Even with more advanced transportation facilities like flying shuttles, the number of vehicles did not decrease. Strange, sitting in the driver's seat, honked the horn impatiently, scaring Stark, who was sitting in the passenger seat.

"God, are you still not used to New York's traffic?" Stark took off his sunglasses and said impatiently: "Honking the horn is useless."

"But it can make me feel better," Strange said expressionlessly: "They will never know how many people will die if they stop an excellent surgeon. Death would have to give them an award."

"Are you sure you can find Schiller's former residence?"

"I said, it's registered in the medical staff information of the Presbyterian Church. I originally found the phone number of his emergency contact, but the number has already been cancelled," Strange looked out the car window and said.

Soon, their car drove into the back alley of an apartment along the streets of Manhattan. After the two got out of the car and walked to the apartment building, Strange took out an authentication card.

"When I got this information, I called the landlord. He said that the room is still being renewed. I guess that person is Schiller, but he doesn't live here, so I guess he might have put something inside."

"Is it a bit bad for us to go in like this?"

"If you are worried about this problem, you shouldn't have come with me," Strange said while walking into the elevator passage, and Stark followed behind him.

"I am very sure that he drank alcohol when I first saw him. Judging from the state of pupil dilation, it is also possible that he took drugs, but not professional drugs. It might be an excessive amount of painkillers."

"Unimaginable," Stark shook his head and said.

Soon the elevator came to the designated floor. Strange walked out of the elevator without hesitation, strode towards the apartment corridor, and then looked up to check the number on the door.

"2128... Here," Strange threw his head at Stark behind him, and then started to open the door lock.

"Do you remember what Schiller said about another world?" Stark asked first.

"Are you referring to the world he came from? Perhaps there is such a world, but we must first figure out how he started in our world."

Strange walked into the door, touched the light switch from the side wall. After turning on the light, the room was very tidy. It was a very standard high-end Manhattan apartment. One can imagine that the floor-to-ceiling window facing the door could see the prosperous night view, which accounted for eighty percent of the rent value.

Strange stood on the threshold and looked around, and touched the top of the shoe cabinet with his hand and said: "There has always been someone cleaning here, but this apartment building shouldn't be equipped with in-home cleaning services."

Stark was about to walk in, but Strange stopped him, then took out two pairs of shoe covers and gloves and said: "Although I'm not sure if it's Schiller renewing the lease, no matter who it is, we can't break into his home swaggeringly and make a mess here."

Stark looked at Strange as if he were a bit surprised. Strange put on shoe covers and said: "Don't stare at me. Although I don't have morals, I have the most basic quality."

They armed themselves and walked into the room. This is a very standard apartment layout, one bedroom, one living room, one kitchen, and one bathroom. The open kitchen and dining room are connected to the living room.

If there is anything most eye-catching in the ordinary modern decoration style living room, it must be the cabinet next to the dining table. Strange didn't hesitate, strode over, and then found that this cabinet was indeed very strange, with several wine bottles placed inside.

It was wine bottles, not wine. The lids had completely disappeared, and the wine was gone. Some labels on the wine bottles were stained with wine. No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like things that should be placed in the dining cabinet of this grade of apartment.

"My God, are you sure Schiller has been cleaning this house?" Stark squinted at the things in the wine cabinet and said: "Jack Daniel's? Are you serious? Oh, this bottle of Chivas is a bit like it, but the year is not good. When did Schiller start drinking cheap whiskey?"

Strange opened the sliding door of the wine cabinet, carefully took out the wine bottles inside with gloved hands, and after checking, found that the value of these wines added together should not exceed five hundred dollars.

New York's liquor prices are still very expensive. The cost of living here is already ridiculously expensive, and some non-daily necessities have a high premium. Five hundred dollars sounds like a lot, but for liquor, it really doesn't count for anything. What's more, so many bottles of wine added together are only a few hundred dollars, which can be called the cheapest of the cheap.

In the process of taking out the wine bottles, Strange found a few small medicine bottles from the depths of the wine cabinet. He raised his eyebrows instantly. Stark leaned over to look, Strange handed him a bottle, and went to look at another bottle.

"MDMA? Central nervous system stimulant? What is this? Benzodiazepine?" Stark read the scientific name on the medicine bottle.

Strange didn't even look and put several small bottles on the table, and said: "Simply put, drugs, stimulants, sleeping pills, and antidepressant drugs."

Stark stared at the small medicine bottles and couldn't figure it out: "A drug-taking insomniac patient suffering from depression?"

"Now there is a problem," Strange knocked on the table and said: "When did Schiller come, and in what form did he come?"

"Do you mean whether he brought his body here?" Stark tilted his head, quickly understood Strange's meaning, then shook his head and said: "I am more inclined to no, because Professor X said that Schiller's body has strength different from ordinary people, but it is obvious that his current body is very normal. I didn't see any symptoms of muscle restriction release."

"I checked the time with all other superheroes who met Schiller early," Strange's fingertips tapped the table and said: "No one met him earlier than me, and when I met him for the first time, he obviously carried signs of excessive drinking and drug use."

"Are you saying a drug addict killed himself, and then Schiller occupied his body?" Stark frowned and made a speculation.

"The problem now is, why would the owner of this body take so many drugs at the same time?" Strange picked up another small medicine bottle and said: "And he is still a doctor. A psychiatrist should be more aware that these drugs cannot be taken at the same time, especially central nervous system stimulants and sedatives, plus alcohol. This has a great possibility of killing him."

"Suicide?"

Strange stared at the wine bottles and medicine bottles on the table in silence. After a long time, he opened his mouth and said: "Other than that, it's hard to have other possibilities. Even a drug addict who is confused wouldn't specifically go to find sedative drugs to eat after drinking so many bottles of cheap whiskey. It is precisely not in line with a psychiatrist's practice."

"Then what happened to this unlucky guy?" Stark touched his chin and said: "Does Nick have his file there? What about his resume?"

"I checked, but it's mediocre," Strange shook his head and said: "The records are not very detailed. After all, he was just an ordinary person before this. You can find the same things in his file as you can find in his file. Most of them only have academic information."

"I also remember that it seemed like the entire psychology community were his teachers and classmates."

"The psychology community is not big anyway."

After Strange finished speaking, he turned and walked towards the bedroom, but this time it was Stark who found something.

Stark bent down and dragged a large box from under the bed. After opening the lid of the box, he let out an exclamation.

"Oh, what is this? A sketchbook?"