Chapter 1937: U: Beyond the Great Event (63)

The voice coming from the opposite side was Tony Stark's, but judging by the tone, it shouldn't be the Stark from the universe Schiller was in. Which one could it be? This was a very important question.

"You got it wrong. I am not Schiller."

"Don't try to lie to me again, you damn liar! Why is your phone number here? Is this game interconnected?"

"Probably." Schiller answered somewhat perfunctorily. Just by these few sentences, he still couldn't determine which Stark the opposite side was.

"Do you have anything to do?" Schiller asked.

"Uh... I don't know what kind of ghost this is playing. Fine, the situation is a bit complicated. Do you have time now?"

"I have time, but I don't know if I should listen to you. I think you are the liar."

The Stark on the opposite side cursed. He said quite angrily, "You have been using me from beginning to end. You deliberately aroused my interest in you and your brother, just to get me to help you find him..."

"And you are just interested in my ability," Schiller sneered and said, "You are all like this."

"Since this is the case, let's speak plainly. Since you know I am not a good person, why did you call me?"

Schiller already knew that the opposite side was the Superior Iron Man (White Can). He estimated that he finally reacted that Schiller was fooling him.

However, he wasn't that angry either. On one hand, some time had passed, and his anger had subsided; on the other hand, his own hands couldn't be said to be clean either. He also wanted to cheat Schiller's ability. It could only be said that two villains were cheating each other.

But just like the Cold War, whoever speaks first loses. Now it was the Superior Iron Man who took the initiative to call Schiller. Schiller said this, which inevitably sounded like saying, "Look, isn't it you who cares about me more?"

Schiller heard that the Superior Iron Man's voice was already hovering on the edge of being angry from embarrassment. He decisively said: "Fine, I can let bygones be bygones. No matter what you finally want to do to me, anyway, you didn't succeed. If you have anything to say, just say it."

The Superior Iron Man was clearly even angrier. He hadn't had time to get angry yet, and Schiller forgave him first. What kind of logic was this?

But he clearly still had reason, so he paused and opened his mouth: "Where are you now?"

"In a game."

"I know you are in a game. I mean the environment you are in now."

"A closed room."

"Where is the room?"

"I don't know."

"Schiller!"

"I really don't know. Our car had an accident, and after my eyes went dark, I came here."

"You are simply lying by nature."

"I am just like this. If you need it, I can make up a complete cause and effect for you, but it's charged by the hour."

"Listen, I need an address. They said you know it."

"Who?"

"Someone in this game. He said there is a very key prop that needs to be taken there, and my partners and I will go together. Yes, the three of us together."

Schiller immediately understood that the Superior Iron Man was pretending to be Iron Man, or accurately, pretending to be the superhero Iron Man. He clearly also discovered that identical counterparts could play each other, and many times making people think they were good people and stabbing them in the back could bring advantages.

Otherwise, what kind of teammates would the Superior Iron Man need? In this kind of game, he would definitely stab everyone to death.

"If you have to name a place, I just heard one," Schiller switched the phone to the other hand and said, "Belle-Awhite Manor in Maryland. Some other people told me."

"That's it," the Superior Iron Man snapped his fingers.

"Don't be in a hurry. They also told me some other things," Schiller sighed and said, "This manor has a small town nearby called Lodsan. This town once disappeared overnight, and the cause was a cultist who brought back a necklace from the ruins of the old city of Ragusa in Italy. A 19-year-old girl died in this sacrifice, and the cultist disappeared."

"What is all this?"

"I'm just relaying these words to you exactly as they are. You can only investigate the rest yourself."

"Wait, what else do you know?"

"That's all," Schiller sneered and said: "Remember you owe me one."

After saying this, he hung up the phone.

Then he began to pay attention to the anomaly that had appeared a few minutes ago, which was that the room was getting hotter and hotter.

And according to his feeling, the speed of temperature increase was gradually increasing. It took about ten minutes from feeling nothing to being slightly hot, and it took only tens of seconds from being slightly hot to being so hot that people started to sweat.

Schiller felt that it should be the walls all around that were heating up. At this time, he put down the phone and walked to the lock on the door, and found that it was a three-digit password lock.

Three phone calls came just now, and one phone call represented one number, but Schiller hadn't asked at all.

After reading the game rules, he knew what this rag doll was planning.

First of all, Peter said Schiller should have a password, but Schiller didn't have a password at all, so it was very likely that the person on the opposite side didn't know the password either.

Then a suspicion chain would be created.

The person who left the note for Peter had already explained that Schiller was a psychologist. When the phone call came, Schiller was indeed a psychologist, so Peter would definitely believe the words on the note first.

And if Peter asked Schiller for the password, and Schiller said he didn't know, it conflicted with the message on the note. Then Peter, in the case of not knowing Schiller, would also be more inclined to believe the note.

It was very difficult for Schiller to guess the password in such a short time, and if he finally didn't tell Peter the password, then when he asked Peter for the password, Peter would definitely be resistant, not to mention that Peter was very likely not to know the password, to prevent Schiller from asking it first.

Peter would definitely blame Schiller for not saving people, and Schiller would also feel that it was Peter who deliberately didn't give the password for revenge.

In the case where both sides couldn't meet, this kind of suspicion dilemma was very difficult to break, because neither side could provide enough evidence to make the other side believe them.

So Schiller chose to talk nonsense.

Talking nonsense is the best way to solve most problems you can't answer. You can't say you don't know, because the other party won't believe it, and you can't make a guess with reason, because if the other party does it according to your guess but it's wrong, then the responsibility is on you.

Just add a little element of nonsense, and the problem will be solved. Although I don't know the answer, I just want to tell you this answer. If it's wrong, then I did it on purpose. This matter is very deep, don't ask.

But Schiller's nonsense also had psychological basis. It was known that Peter was a good person, even a saint. If he didn't ask the password from Schiller's mouth, and then this person died, Peter would feel that he had to bear the responsibility.

And if Schiller deliberately told him a wrong password, then the responsibility was on Schiller, and it had nothing to do with Peter.

From the reaction of his teammates, it could also be seen that the girl who angrily snatched Peter's phone also had the meaning of blaming Peter, but as soon as Schiller said he did it on purpose, the girl immediately transferred her anger to Schiller.

And at this time, Schiller made up another story, rationalizing and justifying his behavior. I was forced to do this, and I also had difficulties. However, good and evil will be rewarded in the end. If you want to blame, blame the grudges of the previous generation.

Immediately after, he threw the pot to his peers. He clearly knew that I had a grudge with the victim, yet he left my phone number. Isn't he just trying to borrow a knife to kill someone?

And it wouldn't be long before Peter and the others should feel something was wrong.

Schiller at least dared to admit and kill decisively, and said that he was just taking revenge. Against the backdrop of such behavior, the one who left the note seemed like a mouse in the gutter, wanting to kill others but not daring to do it himself.

Schiller understood that young people like Peter and the girl didn't like any bad people, but if they had to compare, they preferred straightforward bad, at least courageous enough to take responsibility, while that kind of sneaky bad and backstabbing bad person was the kind they hated most.

And their brain-filling ability was very strong. They connected it to the scenes in the story of the game they were playing themselves. Once their attention shifted, they wouldn't be so sad about the death of their companion.

Steve's group also had a very obvious trap. Steve asked Schiller for treatment methods. Clearly, someone told him Schiller could treat it.

But Schiller guessed that as long as he treated it, Coulson would definitely go crazy and worsen. In this way, the suspicion chain would be generated again. No matter whether the other party knew the password or not, it was impossible to tell him again.

So Schiller told him directly that this was not his treatment scope, don't look for a doctor, please look for a god.

After hearing Nick's voice, Schiller deliberately guided it in the direction of gods and ghosts, because he knew that S. H. I. E. L. D. was doing this. If it were in the real world, a town disappearing out of thin air was definitely the responsibility of S. H. I. E. L. D.

Coming to the field Nick was familiar with, he wouldn't feel clueless anymore. The subsequent performance also showed that Schiller's guidance was effective, and Nick decisively subdued Coulson.

Because compared to a mental patient, the director of S. H. I. E. L. D. was actually more adept at treating people possessed by ghosts.

If Coulson was a mental patient, Nick had no say. After all, he was not a doctor. In front of Captain America, he had to take care of some humanitarianism and couldn't use too heavy hands, so he could only drag it out.

But if it was ghost possession, the director of S. H. I. E. L. D. would have a high say. Now what was in Coulson's body wasn't even a person, so why care about patient welfare? Just smash him down.

And as for the last Superior Iron Man, Schiller's nonsense was a bit of public revenge, but he really didn't get any address. If he didn't make it up, what else could he do?

As for the password he needed to open the door, Schiller stood up and walked to the door, dialing a few times on the password lock.

"Click," the lock opened.

Schiller walked into the corridor, recalling the few sentences he heard when talking to them in his mind.

"That person who left the note for us definitely has bad intentions. If he gets there one step ahead of us 'two'..."

"There are 'four' of us here, but the other three combined can't hold him down..."

"My partners and I will go together. Yes, the 'three' of us together..."

The answer could only be the number of people in these three teams. The password was 2, 4, 3.

Schiller opened the door and walked out. Outside the door was a pitch-black corridor. Only a green light lit up in front of a room opposite, seemingly signaling Schiller to walk there.

Schiller saw a TV hanging at the end of the corridor. After the TV flickered with snow points twice, the rag doll appeared again. Schiller stood in the center of the corridor and looked back at it.

"You got what you wanted, but what is the price?" The ethereal and lonely voice sounded.

"The price is that these teams will have to account for half the night when they go back." ===== CHAPTER 1938 =====