Chapter 1594

"Dean Schiller is confirming the menu for tonight, which definitely includes yours. Otherwise, you can tell me first, and I will tell him, so he doesn't have to run here again," Gwen Spider-Man said, looking at Seeing Natasha.

In this whole sentence, Seeing Natasha basically only heard "I will tell him." When not performing a mission, the female agent is actually not someone who likes to beat around the bush, so she directly placed one hand on Gwen Spider-Man's shoulder, looked at her profile and said: "Listen, Gwen, you have to stay away from Schiller. He is very dangerous, especially dangerous now. Stay as far away from him as you can, okay?"

"My god, Seeing Natasha," Gwen Spider-Man turned her head and looked at Seeing Natasha with some disbelief and said: "Don't tell me the famous Black Widow has also fallen. Do you know you sound like a resentful woman?"

"I am practically a resentful woman now," Seeing Natasha first covered her face with both hands, then brushed her red hair back from her forehead and said.

Unlike those classic white girls, Gwen Spider-Man is quite smart. She raised an eyebrow and said: "Usually, a woman using this tone to tell me to stay away from another man means they feel threatened. Did I make you feel threatened? Seeing Natasha."

"What threatens me has always been Schiller," Seeing Natasha wrinkled her nose, looked at Gwen Spider-Man and said: "I must prevent him from stewing that stupid fish and you, this little lamb, into a dish."

"I don't understand what you mean at all," Gwen Spider-Man stood up, frowned and looked at Seeing Natasha and said: "If you think there is something between me and Schiller, you must have thought too much. We two are not very familiar. I try my best to show a cheerful and intimate attitude because I hope he can give me more leave. If you have read college, you know how useful this trick is."

"Yes, you two might not have anything now..."

"My god, I really can't listen to your crazy talk anymore," Gwen Spider-Man helplessly turned her head to the side, looked at Seeing Natasha and said: "I always thought that a female agent who could stand firm in S. H. I. E. L. D. wouldn't be the kind of stupid girl in TV dramas whose head is full of love, but you look even worse than them now. I haven't even reached adulthood!"

Seeing Natasha is really tired. Now she is in a dilemma. She can't tell others about the dangerous personality in Schiller's abyss of thought that Schiller revealed to her, and she has to push Schiller's goal as far away as possible under the covetous eyes of these personalities.

She knows very well that this contradictory behavior will look very much like she is jealous and won't let other women get close to Schiller, but she is actually not... wait, she can also be.

Seeing Natasha suddenly had a flash of inspiration. Besides the reason of jealousy, what other convincing reason could she have to drive away the fish Schiller wants to catch?

She is a riddle-maker here alone, torturing only herself. Other women or even men will think her brain is burned out because of her vague hints.

Seeing Natasha realized and believed in a truth at an amazing speed—compared to pretending to be crazy and torturing herself, why not really go crazy and torture others?

The female agent took a deep breath and exhaled, adjusting her facial muscles with extremely fine amplitude, and soon revealed a charming but slightly cold smile, looking at Gwen and saying.

"I'm not used to sharing my prey with other women, Miss Gwen. You have to understand this."

She stepped forward slightly, touched Gwen's still slightly chubby face with fingers that were exceptionally thin and powerful from holding guns all year round, almost sticking her forehead to Gwen's forehead, and then looked at Gwen Spider-Man with eyes under her high-arched brows and said.

"Before I bite through his throat, you'd better stay far away from both of us. I won't be responsible for accidental injuries."

Gwen Spider-Man was startled by the barbaric aggressiveness in Seeing Natasha's eyes. She almost darted out backward. As her spider-sense rang wildly, she shook her head at the fastest speed she could ever shake in her life.

"Rest assured, I will definitely stay far away from both of you. That's it! Bye!"

Watching Gwen Spider-Man's afterimage fly into the reed marsh like a bird skimming low, Seeing Natasha restrained her expression, hugged her arms, and revealed a triumphant smile.

When Gwen Spider-Man's afterimage swept past Schiller and Charles, Schiller's corners of his mouth lifted, revealing a smile that was a bit different from the past.

"What are you laughing so happily about? Dr. Schiller?" Charles couldn't help but ask.

"Nothing, just that the fish has taken the bait."

Charles raised one eyebrow and immediately heard Schiller's subtext. He touched his tie knot with his hand and said: "With all due respect, Doctor, I guessed that some of us might be your bait, but I couldn't guess who you were going to catch."

Schiller looked toward the distant reed marsh, stared at Gwen Spider-Man's back for a while, then turned his gaze back, looked at Charles and said: "Do you have any research on Stockholm Syndrome?"

"Hostage complex?" Charles touched his chin gently with four fingers, thinking and saying: "This is a very famous case, but I don't have much research in this area."

Schiller laughed in a low voice and said: "Is that so? The unruly Magneto has spent almost half his life circling around you. That really is a beautiful coincidence."

Charles's eyebrows drooped, looking not as gentle and wise as during the day, but still using that floating voice and saying: "I prefer to call the relationship between us friendship, rather than who kidnapped whom or threatened whom."

"Everyone who only understands you two from a general perspective will feel that Magneto kidnapped you. He constantly creates trouble, destroys the results of your friendship with ordinary people, and makes mutants never have a peaceful day. As a complete good person, you can only chase behind his butt and clean up his mess."

"Isn't that the truth?"

Schiller squeezed out a laugh from his lungs again, but this time it sounded a bit sharp and cold. He didn't continue this topic, but said: "Most excellent psychologists realize when studying Stockholm Syndrome that establishing a closed space in a physical sense is not the best choice."

"If you put others in a room and lock them up, first of all, it may attract the attention of officials and law enforcement personnel. The consciousness that people have established for more than ten years that laws and rules cannot be provoked is not something that can be worn away by locking them up for a few days. Using such a method to forcibly establish a connection is unreliable."

"Then what high opinion do you have? Doctor?"

"Nothing more than creating a soft, closed space that the victim and others don't notice—in short, he must have a reason to have to pay attention to you."

"Oh, then how to do that?" Charles's eyes closed slightly. This professor, who had always been kind, wouldn't make the serious squinting expression that would damage his image, and this expression that looked like sleepiness actually represented that he was exposing his aggressiveness to the outside.

"Generally speaking, I prefer to create a scene where the victim can and can only feel a huge threat from me, so that he has to pay huge attention to me in order to guard against me."

"Doing this has two advantages. One is that whether it is feeling threatened or paying attention to it, it is a decision they make themselves. This allows them to feel the greatest degree of freedom, weakening the vigilance caused by certain guidance and forced behaviors."

"The second is that they will be willing to pay many prices to reduce the pressure brought by this threat, and once they have a compromise and take a step back, there is no turning back."

Charles applauded gently, but Schiller was not happy about being praised, just saying in a normal tone: "A trick that any psychologist will play, Professor, you don't have to feel guilty about this."

The aggressiveness revealed in the conversation just now suddenly disappeared. Charles sighed half-nostalgically and half-helplessly and said: "At that time I was still young..."

"You should be able to imagine that the young me was a dissolute prodigal, wandering among all kinds of prostitutes every day, spinning between skirts, until I met Erik."

"I paid the price for the time I wasted. Erik's suffering and rich experience brought him a much more mature and tough attitude toward life than mine. Let alone persuading him, resisting his persuasion has already taken a lot of effort."

"So you started arming yourself with knowledge?"

"Yes, initially I just wanted to find a way to deal with Erik. His self-contained worldview and incomparably tough and decisive attitude were really too..."

"Too charming?"

"Yes, more like personality charm. The Mutant Brotherhood has done so many crazy things all over the world, and there can still be a steady stream of new generations who follow Magneto without hesitation, which is enough to show how charming Erik is. I plunged into psychology and began to study, at least 80% because of him."

Charles took a deep breath, his fingers tightened slightly on the armrest of the wheelchair, recalling and saying: "Just as you said, when you study this extremely deeply, it is inevitable that you want to try. I tried once, pretending my ability was out of control..."

"He was scared?"

"Yes, he was scared. That was probably the first time he realized how powerful my ability was. Since then, no matter what he does, he has to keep an eye on me."

"Not for months, not for years, but for decades," Charles shook his head gently and said: "In half of his life, he has had to pay attention to me because he perceived my threat. How could this not establish a deep emotional connection?"

"Do you think this is a mistake?"

"I prefer to say we achieved each other," Charles turned his head slightly and continued: "If it weren't for the pressure he gave me, I wouldn't have wanted to arm myself with knowledge and brains, forever just that dissolute rich boy. And if it weren't for me distracting his attention, he would have gone further and further on the extreme path, until he became the person he hated most."

Schiller revealed a smile and said: "I like this explanation very much."

"It seems you are also proficient in this way, Doctor," Charles looked into Schiller's eyes and said: "Or rather, you have studied it more deeply than me and used it more skillfully than me."

"I have indeed used it, and more than once," Schiller pointed his chin with his index finger and said: "The last time I went through the complete process was when I was cheating a little lamb, but this time it doesn't have to be so troublesome."

"Because this target is easier to deal with?"

"No, because the illness is lighter."