Chapter 1790

"Dr. Schiller, do you see if there is anything else to change in the part of this film about you?" Eddie poked half his body in from the office door and waved the projector in his hand at Schiller.

Schiller, who was talking to the air, turned his head to take a look, walked to the door, and opened it to let Eddie in. He glanced at the projector in Eddie's hand and said, "Finished filming so quickly? Didn't you say it would take two months?"

"We cut the original five unit stories into three, which are 'Glory of the Northern Gods', 'Iron Ambition', and 'Dream of the Union'. Now they have all been filmed, only editing is left, so I'll show you the sample film first."

Eddie fiddled with the projection equipment on the table, and after a while, he played the opening of the documentary. A calm and knowledgeable boy began to read the narration.

"Humans never thought that the planet that raised us so lush and great was just a small boat in the vast universe.

In her embrace, we celebrate, we cry, we create a long history, and finally we decide to abandon the regrets of the past and cast our eyes to farther places.

And those warriors who dared to climb the mast to hang sails for human civilization also have countless stories to tell in the torrent of this era's change.

Next, let us lift our heads from our ordinary and mediocre lives, look at a group of magical people standing on the same land on the other side of the world, how they fly at an altitude of 30,000 feet, and what unknown secrets they buried under the crust of 90,000 feet."

The Earth gradually zoomed in, and the lights of ten thousand homes in New York lit up, but the lens didn't stay. It shuttled between the high-rise buildings, and then looked up at the thin clouds in the clear night sky.

"Have you ever thought that clouds are the doors of the divine kingdom, and the moon is the lamp of the gods? In the high sky where we don't know where to go, there is a group of gods already recorded in human mythology.

From the ancient and distant polar tune, we only heard a long sigh, for the glory of the Northern Gods..."

The lens instantly aimed at the incomparably magnificent and gorgeous Asgard. Even if Schiller had read the script in advance, he was still shocked by this scene. The narration music and the picture were combined very well, and the visual shock brought was not something that either of them could provide alone, and it was much more straightforward than abstract words.

"So this part is about Thor and Loki?" Schiller confirmed again. He asked, "You should have weakened my existence according to my request, right?"

"Rest assured, the vast majority of the pictures about you are just a narration passing by in a hurry, probably just Loki went to see a psychologist, and then realized something like that."

Schiller nodded with relief and said, "I don't have to hide myself, but you have to understand, my plan with Nick and the others is slightly..."

"Slightly wicked?! So you guys knew, and is it just a little bit wicked?!" Venom roared at Schiller, "I even stayed up late for three days to write the draft just to beautify your wicked plans as if it were a last resort for all mankind!"

"In fact, it wasn't completely beautified successfully." Eddie shook his head and said, "We can only try our best to make it look like a coincidence, and then amplify the kind qualities of superheroes, making people feel that this might be good people getting good rewards, rather than a few behind-the-scenes black hands pushing all this."

"Although I think this weakens your achievements, it's unfair to you, but maybe ordinary people really can't accept..."

Schiller waved his hand and said, "We don't need anyone's approval either. It's hard to avoid misunderstandings when speaking to the public. Trying to be conservative will be a good start."

"The second story is about Iron Man." Eddie spread his hands and said, "We couldn't completely erase your traces here, so we found an actor. But Tony also used an actor, after all, this section has some fighting scenes."

"However, he accepted an interview where he showed his face, and the biggest difficulty was to filter out the remarks he made scolding the military. When he brought Pikachu, I knew something was wrong. Fortunately, he got the taste of the cake that the yellow rat likes to eat wrong, so it only took two days of work to complete."

"That's no problem, but I think you can move this story to the first one. Stark's topic volume is already very high. When the first story is broadcast, it can well increase the playback volume."

"The story about Asgard is biased toward official popular science. To make people willing to accept education, it's better to get some gimmicks first. The transformation history of a playboy is a good theme." Schiller analyzed.

Eddie silently wrote down Schiller's suggestion and then began to introduce the third story.

The third story is about Captain America, a very traditional American dream beginning, then war trauma anxiety, and thinking about the change of the era.

And the final ending didn't fall into the routine, but focused on the opposition and unity of Captain America and Steve's two identities.

That is, although Captain America realized that his special mission in the special era background had ended and he could freely be Steve Rogers, in order to save the people who still needed to be saved, he embarked on the journey of uniting the union again.

Schiller nodded with satisfaction and said, "This ending is very good, but I think for the attention of the next season, you can add an Easter egg of the Avengers assembly at the back."

"The Avengers is the content of the third season. Do you want to mention it in the second episode? Will it be a bit too fast?"

"Then what is the second season mainly about?"

"The second season is still three stories, which are 'Orphans of the Brave New World' about me and Venom, 'Good Neighbor or Bad Kid?' about Spider-Man, and 'He Looks Like Dawn' about Daredevil."

Schiller raised his eyebrows and said, "Civilian heroes?"

Eddie nodded and said, "Yes, we think this can better get close to the people, and it also has a relationship with the subsequent assembly of the Avengers."

"So the third season is about S. H. I. E. L. D., Hydra, and the Avengers, right?" Schiller recalled the script and said, "I don't think there's any problem with this arrangement, but perhaps you can expand the volume of the second season to five stories, and expand other members of the Avengers as well."

"We wanted to film Black Widow, after all, she is both a member of the Avengers and an agent of S. H. I. E. L. D., but she is a killer after all, I'm afraid the public's acceptance won't be very high."

Schiller nodded and didn't make too many suggestions. He felt that Eddie could handle this aspect well. S. H. I. E. L. D. wasn't completely unfilmable, and Hawkeye and Coulson were good choices.

Then Eddie said with some hesitation, "In fact, because the documentary's battle line is pulled longer, and it's mainly officially funded, some big companies aren't very interested, but some companies hope to make movies."

"Which company?"

"Disney."

Schiller almost sprayed a mouthful of coffee. In the end, he still couldn't escape Mickey Mouse.

"What did Nick say?"

"What else can he say?" Eddie spread his hands helplessly and said, "He will definitely sell us for a good price."

Schiller smiled, finished the coffee, and as if thinking of something, asked Eddie, "Although it's not time for a psychological evaluation yet, I still have to ask routinely, have you encountered any trouble recently?"

Eddie was already preparing to go out. He poked his head back from outside the door and said, "Thanks for your concern, Doctor, not yet."

And until the door was completely closed, Schiller smiled and whispered, "Then you will have it soon."

Eddie took the projection equipment to the flying shuttle platform, thinking intently about how to film the next documentary along the way.

Constantly perfecting the details in his mind, Eddie took the flying shuttle back to his apartment.

His apartment was still located on the edge of Hell's Kitchen. Although he had long had the conditions to move to the center of Manhattan, it was clearly not very convenient to solve Venom's needs for chivalry and righteousness and eating by the way, so Eddie stayed here.

He stepped into the somewhat old apartment building as usual, but just after entering, he felt a cold wind coming from behind. With a "clatter," the apartment building's door was closed.

Eddie looked back suspiciously, but saw nothing. He stood in place for a while, reached out to press the elevator button, but the light on his head suddenly flashed a few times and then went out.

"What's the situation?" Eddie asked in his heart, hoping Venom would give him an answer, but Venom hummed twice and said, "I didn't feel anything, why are you making a fuss?"

Through Venom's continuous training of stealing chocolate balls, Eddie could now distinguish very well whether Venom was lying. He didn't find any abnormality in Venom's tone, so he felt slightly relieved.

Eddie reached out and pressed the elevator button, but just as the elevator button lit up with a faint light, Eddie vaguely saw a small black shadow standing behind him in the reflection of the elevator door.

Eddie turned his head abruptly, but saw nothing. He said in his heart, "Mask, give me some night vision."

Instantly, his eyes were covered with a black film, and everything in the darkness became clear. But the will of the coward didn't shift with the brightness or darkness of the environment. Eddie swallowed his saliva, decided to stare at the elevator, and rushed up the moment the door opened.

"Why did you only feel scared now?" Venom said very puzzled, "Haven't you walked the way home countless times?"

"But... but..."

Eddie stammered for a long time, feeling that he couldn't explain it to Venom. Human fear of ghosts is innate, and he didn't want this symbiote to laugh at him, so he said nothing.

Venom is a symbiote, and all the information he can receive comes from the host. Unfortunately, none of his previous hosts liked watching horror movies. Even Deadpool, on weekends, would at most hold a big bag of potato chips and watch some blood-plasma films. He didn't even know what a ghost was, let alone fear.

Eddie didn't let him read specific thoughts. Venom thought it was because Eddie was under too much pressure from filming the documentary that he was suspicious, so he didn't take it to heart and didn't continue to pursue it.

The elevator door finally opened. Eddie rushed up in one step, but just as the elevator door slowly closed, Eddie heard a "thump, thump, thump" sound.

He froze completely, and then, as if feeling something, turned to look at the reflection on the side wall of the elevator.

He saw a black spherical object at his feet. The thumping sound just now was made when it rolled over.

As soon as the elevator door opened, a cold wind poured in. Eddie saw the small black shadow again and heard an ethereal call: "Uncle, did you see my ball?"

Eddie instinctively looked at his feet, and the black shadow that looked like a ball turned around, with hollow, bleeding eye sockets and a mouth opened to a terrifying extent.

"Ah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

The next morning, Eddie, with heavy dark circles under his eyes, sat on the single sofa in S. H. I. E. L. D.'s psychological clinic. Schiller handed him a cup of coffee and asked with concern, "What's wrong? Didn't sleep well yesterday?"

Eddie stared at Schiller and asked, "Doctor... do you believe there are ghosts in this world?"

Schiller's fingers paused for a moment, then said, "I don't mean to offend, but I am a psychologist after all. I prefer to analyze so-called supernatural events from the perspective of mental stress."

Eddie wasn't surprised by this answer at all. He closed his eyes and leaned on the sofa, saying, "I might really be under too much pressure. Venom said he didn't see anything."

Schiller sat opposite him and said, "I understand your mood of wanting to do your best to film the documentary well, but it won't be worth the loss if you ruin your own body."

"It just so happens that I'm going on a business trip to other universes recently, we can go together, and relax by the way, what do you think?"

"No, I still have..."

Then, the moment he saw the blurry figure of the little boy appearing on the glass behind Schiller, Eddie nodded his head into a residual image.