Chapter 2235: Late Autumn in the Golden City (Part 34)

Selina put down the phone helplessly and turned to look at Bruce, who was lying on the back of the chair beside her.

"I don't understand. You didn't really get sunburned, and we were all ready. Why do you want to postpone the time to go to the banquet?"

Bruce snapped his fingers, closed his eyes, and said, "I don't even need to look to know that Pamela definitely went to Rodriguez Manor early."

"So what?"

Bruce sighed deeply, opened his eyes, and looked at Selina, saying, "You absolutely cannot imagine how crazy a woman who is blinded by lust, obsessed with lust, and a demon of lust can be."

"You say little Pam?" Selina tilted her head with some confusion, "I think you have some prejudice against her, just because she likes women?"

"That is absolutely not prejudice, and she doesn't just like women. Didn't you notice? She has very typical characteristics of a psychopath lover."

Selina shuddered, looked around, and rubbed her arms, saying, "Psychopath, where is the psychopath?"

Bruce stood up, put his arm around Selina's waist. She was wearing a champagne-gold deep-V sequined long dress at this time, almost blending with her skin tone, like a sunset sea surface draped over her body.

Bruce put his chin on Selina's shoulder, leaned close to her neck, and said, "Did you ever feel anything special about me?"

"Special? What's special? Does being particularly pretentious count as special? Big Young Master."

Bruce laughed in a low voice, his arm around Selina's waist, and said, "Pamela has ideas about both of us... wait, put your claws away first and listen to me."

"She is interested in you... of course, because of beauty, because you just happen to grow on her preference. Beautiful and charming, mysterious and full of style, completely her ideal type."

"But she is interested in me, not entirely because of my appearance. She likes lunatics, especially high-IQ, ruthless, and charming lunatics."

"You say she likes you?" Selina turned her head slightly to look at Bruce.

"To be precise, she appreciates you, and for me, it is a kind of pathological obsession."

Bruce licked the corner of his mouth lightly and said, "We met after she was cured, and I found she was a bit too excited. I suspect this might be because her previously suppressed desires suddenly erupted, causing her mental state to have some problems."

"But what does this have to do with us postponing the time to go to the banquet?"

"Does my description of lunatics remind you of someone?"

"Who?... Professor Schiller?"

"Yes. Compared to him, I am considered a normal person. And Schiller has an extremely unique charm for psychopaths and psychopath lovers, which can simply be called a powerful magnet."

"As long as you have a trace of curiosity about him and raise a little interest, it is very difficult not to be attracted by him. Once you take the bait, you will inevitably have to pay a huge price, usually bleeding."

"Pamela will be attracted?"

"I'm afraid it is inevitable," Bruce nodded, sighed lightly, and said, "The person who cured her was Schiller. I suspect Schiller erased her memory of the treatment process just to make her curious about it. This is a bait that is almost impossible not to bite."

"Judging from Pamela's performance, she definitely took the bait, so she must have gone to Rodriguez Manor early."

Selina said with some surprise, "What does she want to do?"

"She should not be stupid enough to attack Professor Schiller, but it is hard to say whether she will do something else. In this state of being excited to the point of madness, she will at least take some irrational words to provoke him."

"Why?"

"To gain the attention of a psychopath, making herself in a state of being a victim."

"What is the point of this?"

"There is no point." Bruce shook his head.

Selina narrowed her eyes and said, "Is there no point, or can you not say it? This should have something to do with Pamela's personality and character, right? Where did your psychology go?"

"Don't talk about this. In short, I won't rush to the front line. You must know that the host of this party is not the Professor Schiller we are familiar with. Up to now, no one knows how many tricks the pathological Schiller still has. I don't want to touch his bad luck."

Pamela was still staring at Schiller's master bedroom.

Lex looked down at his watch and said, "The banquet starts in an hour. In half an hour, Cobblepot will be in position in the front hall. I estimate that his car will arrive in 20 minutes."

His intention was to remind Pamela that the guests would arrive soon, so even if she wanted to make trouble, don't pick this time.

But Pamela seemed not to hear. She raised a hand lightly, and a thin vine climbed up the outer wall of the manor, reaching the balcony of the master bedroom.

Lex was too lazy to stop her again. Anyway, if something happened, it was she who angered Schiller. As a bystander, maybe he could get more useful information.

The vine extended forward along the bottom edge of the balcony door, but still didn't raise its head, just circling around the door frame like a greedy snake.

"That kind of cold power is very thick," Pamela sniffed and said, "I feel the vines are about to be frozen. She must have bled a lot."

"Is she powerful?"

"Perhaps," Pamela frowned slightly and said, "I firmly believe that just beauty, straightforwardness, and enthusiasm cannot attract Schiller, because there are too many such people around him. She must be special."

"Do you think her specialness is power?"

"At least for this reason... Schiller is tidying up his clothes."

"Don't you think you are a bit like a voyeur?"

"Do you think he wouldn't have discovered me?"

Lex was speechless by Pamela. He shook his head and said, "I think you should be calm now. Don't you think you are too excited?"

Pamela licked her lips and said, "I'm just releasing my nature. If you preset rules and bottom lines for every game, it won't be interesting at all."

"But I must remind you," Lex lowered his eyes, his tone became more cautious and said, "My previous speculation about Schiller's past was not groundless. Still the same sentence, the romantic past he had with those so-called beautiful and enthusiastic ladies you mentioned, the process is likely very different from what you imagine."

"You think he has special hobbies? What a coincidence, so do I."

"I don't think that can be called a special hobby," Lex's Adam's apple rolled up and down and said, "I saw some dangerous factors that are extremely easy to lose control behind that human skin of his."

"Just like the people like Clark Kent I told you about before, even if he can control everything very well when he is sober, there are always various situations that will make him lose control."

"But Schiller is human."

"Yes, but he is not an ordinary human."

Pamela laughed, turned around, stared at Lex with glowing eyes, and said, "It's just that you never regarded him as an ordinary person. The past and present he shows you are always full of various extraordinary things with metaphors. This makes you fearful and cautious, but usually, this attitude of yours will only be produced when dealing with dangerous wild beasts."

"And I just regard him as an ordinary human. I am interested in him, want to explore his secrets, obtain feedback from him, and even use him to satisfy my own desires. Is there anything unreasonable about this? Aren't ordinary people all like this?"

"And most importantly, which of these two attitudes do you think he would be more annoyed by?"

Lex was stunned.

He had thought before that if he really regarded Schiller as an ordinary person, whether their way of getting along would become different. After confirming this plan, he thought he had been insisting on executing it.

But now he found it very difficult, because Schiller's oppressive power was too strong, and the dangerous traits he revealed constantly forced Lex to turn on his defense mode.

So everything returned to the cycle again: attracted by danger but afraid of danger, so he could only tense his nerves and be careful. But this is not the way to treat another ordinary person with the attitude of an ordinary person. People are always more accustomed to relaxing in front of people they are familiar with.

Lex expressing his nervous emotions to Schiller was also like this. He thought that revealing some weaknesses in emotional expression was an opportunity to give the other party comfort, which could make their emotional exchange process more normal.

But in fact, these were all his designs, not his true feelings. It was too difficult to be completely relaxed in front of Schiller.

Damn it, how did Bruce Wei En manage to sleep for half a day in Schiller's class?

And how did Pamela manage to rush up without fear knowing the other party was so dangerous?

From a behavioral perspective, their behavior was normal, and he was like a lunatic with persecution mania. But no matter how Lex's reason and intuition judged, he would feel that they were the ones who were crazy.

Schiller walked out of the balcony.

When he held the balcony railing and looked down, Lex tensed up, but the vine that had been lingering on the balcony door frame wrapped around Schiller's ankle silently.

"Ladies and gentlemen, go confirm your clothes for the last time. Lex, go back to the room and wait. Pamela, go to the front hall."

The vine retracted with a 'whoosh'. Pamela clearly got the answer she wanted. Lex still frowned. Shouldn't he be the protagonist today?

But after Schiller finished speaking, he returned to his bedroom. Pamela walked toward the front hall, and Lex had to follow behind her back to the room to wait.

Cobblepot arrived soon.

He was in high spirits when he got out of the car and walked toward Rodriguez Manor. He first walked toward Alberto's room, and after coming out, he knocked on the door of Lex's room.

"Good evening, Mr. Cobblepot. You arrived a bit earlier than I thought." Lex nodded at Cobblepot.

Cobblepot smiled. Although his aquiline nose still made him look a bit gloomy when he didn't make expressions, the so-called red energy nourishes people. When he smiled, he didn't reveal the humble and flattering temperament as before, but brought a bit of sincerity.

"The first batch of guests from other universes has arrived at Wei En Hotel. They will be here soon, but I'm afraid you have to wait in the room until the guests are all here, and then you will be introduced to everyone by Professor Rodriguez."

"I understand," Lex nodded and said, "Will the visitors from other universes be the first batch to arrive?"

"That depends on whether they have expected the traffic situation in Cat Getan, but it won't be much different."

"Tony Stark, how much longer are you going to pack?!!!" Natasha's roar echoed in the corridor of Wei En Hotel, followed by a bang-bang-bang knocking on the door, "I've told you how many times, this city called Cat Getan is more congested than New York. If we don't leave early, we will definitely be late!!!"

"Stop yelling!" Stark said impatiently, but with a guilty voice from the door, "My micro-B-ultrasound machine has a problem. Give me another ten minutes! I must make sure that traveling through the universe has no impact on the tumor in Pepper's body!" ===== CHAPTER 2236 =====