Chapter 2267: Cat Getan Music Festival (Part 15)

"Helen's situation is special." Schiller racked his brains and said: "She actually existed originally, but the form of her existence was different from ours, and then she fused your genes, which can be considered as having a second life."

Loki narrowed his eyes, as if he saw through that Schiller was fooling him, but after a long while, he still withdrew his gaze, washed his hands, and said: "Do you think it's possible that..."

"No possibility, it's not your problem." Schiller shook his head and said.

"It is obvious that my mother is not a Frost Giant, and might not even be a god." Loki said with his head lowered: "I'm afraid Laufey thinks she is not presentable. If she had a noble bloodline and prominent status, even if I had congenital defects, I wouldn't have been abandoned there. So the Frost Giant bloodline in my body itself was diluted."

"And the Aesir lived on Earth for so long, but almost no Aesir bloodline was left on Earth, because once the Aesir bloodline is diluted to a certain extent, the demigods possessing the bloodline can no longer have offspring. This is the natural ability of the Aesir to protect their own bloodline."

"I guess that's not the reason." Schiller shook his head and said: "Your biological father is the King of Frost Giants. His power comes from his noble bloodline. Even if you only inherited half, it is very likely that the concentration of Frost Giant bloodline in your body is even stronger than ordinary Frost Giants. And you being abandoned is also because Laufey looked at you with the eyes of the next heir, not because you were too weak, but because his requirements were too high."

"Taking a step back, half the bloodline cannot be called diluted to the bottom. And if it were the reason you said, then there wouldn't be a pregnancy reaction first and then disappearance. This is the key."

Loki thought, wiped his hands, and walked out of the restroom slowly. Schiller also wanted to walk out, but met Bruce head-on.

"Don't go yet, Doctor. I have something to ask you. Back then, how did you create Aisha?"

"Ah?"

Bruce sighed and said: "Talia asked me and Selina how we gave birth to Aisha, but Aisha wasn't born by us two at all. She was created by you."

"To be precise, it was created by your Professor." Schiller immediately started passing the buck. "I was sleeping in the tower at that time, and I didn't know anything."

Bruce looked at him suspiciously. Schiller shook his head and said: "I guess Arrogance didn't know either. There were some coincidental factors. Aisha was already there. Our behavior was equivalent to giving her a second life."

Although he felt that Schiller was just finding a reason to brush him off, Bruce had to admit that what he said had some truth.

Aisha was actually Parallax. One cannot deny that she has a soul and life just because she doesn't look like human aesthetics. Aisha is at most equivalent to borrowing a shell to go public.

Helen's situation is the same. She was Doomsday herself, but some changes occurred when she hatched, which allowed her to possess the human part.

These two children's situations are too special. There are not many steps in the process of birth that can be related to human reproduction, so naturally, they cannot be used as a reference.

But Schiller was also thinking about why Loki and Talia couldn't succeed.

Originally, this was a problem that could only be checked by the exhaustion method. First, exclude their respective reasons, then investigate the practice location, environment, and finally consider whether the instrument had problems.

But if there are Wanda and Jarvis as a control group, then the problem is obvious. Because Wanda and Jarvis also have racial barriers, but they succeeded. This shows that it is very likely that the problem lies in Loki and Talia not coming from the same universe.

Schiller thought about the concept of so-called soul synchronization mentioned by Professor X. It might be because there are subtle differences in souls between two universes.

Of course, it also concerns love. This is Professor X's point of view. Although it is slightly idealistic, considering that no one in this world is more suitable for idealism than him, it also has some truth.

Igniting the soul of a newborn, this metaphor might have its own truth. To make the flame burn, there must be another flame to ignite it. If there is neither passion nor love, even if the flame is lit, it will be very weak and easily extinguished.

When Schiller walked out of the restroom, everyone had finished eating. It could be seen that this meal satisfied everyone very much. Most people leaned back in their chairs, drinking the remaining drinks and chatting with others.

When Schiller returned to his seat, Jason lowered his voice and said to him: "Doctor, do you have any arrangements for the evening?"

"I never have any, what's wrong?"

"We plan to go night fishing." Secrets couldn't be kept for three seconds in Jason's place. He said with some excitement: "We mentioned some fisherman's home cooking, and then became curious about the circumstances under which they were cooked. Bruce happened to have a nice trawler yacht, and we plan to go see it tonight. Are you going?"

Jason's tone contained excitement, and his expression was livelier than usual. He actually always wanted to fish, but unfortunately, fishing in Cat Getan is a quite dangerous activity, which can even be called extreme sports. Alfred didn't approve of them participating in this activity without sufficient force protection. But for Alfred, there was never a time when force protection was sufficient, so Jason had never fished.

And now Alfred was not here. The elders at this table all looked very reasonable, and Bruce was almost persuaded by them.

What Jason didn't expect was that Schiller didn't answer immediately, but reached out and pressed his shoulder to pull him over gently, then let him turn around, helped him adjust the shoulder strap buckle that was loose on one side, and said: "Are you sure you want to go? Cold sea breeze, swaying fishing boat, dazzling fish lights, the sea surface where you can't see anything, and staying up all night until the sun rises, until you are too sleepy to open your eyes and only then take a nap on a hard bed."

"Oh, God." Jason let out a wail and said: "Don't be so realistic, I was looking forward to it."

"I've been there once, it wasn't very fun." Tim lay on the table, hands on his forearms, and said: "My dad and many uncles and aunts went together. I was too young to hold the fishing rod, and couldn't catch big fish, just staring at the sea surface all night."

"Then don't open the trawler yacht." Victor suggested, "Just open a big ship. You can also fish on the deck. The environment is much better than a small yacht."

Lex took out his phone and said: "I have a yacht parked not far from Cat Getan Bay. The employees should not be off work yet. I'll have them open it over."

Before Jason could speak, the Spider-Man table erupted in deafening cheers, and then they poured over to the table, shouting about the yacht party night, constantly making twisting poses of party dances.

Jason showed a desperate expression. Schiller touched his head and said with a smile: "The quiet night fishing in 'The Old Man and the Sea' that you imagine might have to wait until you grow up to play. And if you want to fight with big fish in Cat Getan, you have to grow to at least 200 pounds."

Learning that Schiller was also going, Victor immediately wanted to pull Schiller to play billiards. He said: "I've long wanted to try playing billiards on a yacht. It has a kind of beauty of physics and probability combined."

"Don't count on him." Seeing Natasha spoke up: "It's almost his bedtime."

"Almost refers to 4 hours later?"

"Are you kidding?" Seeing Natasha raised her eyebrows and said: "At most half an hour, he will definitely be asleep."

The Gothamites looked at each other. There is actually a Schiller who goes to bed early and gets up early in this world. It is really a world of wonders.

However, when they rushed to the dock, an accident happened. Police cars were chasing many gang luxury cars speeding on the road. As a result, a car out of control lay in the middle of the road.

The officer explained to them that a very serious fire fight broke out in the North District. The whole district was fighting in a mess. What's more serious is that the Godfather is missing, suspected of being kidnapped, or even dead. They are currently hunting for the murderer.

Everyone knew from Schiller's expression that this was not beyond his expectation, and it was also an inevitable path for Cat Getan to move toward order.

Waiting for the tow truck to tow away the scrapped car took some time, and the traffic was blocked again because of the same traffic chaos. By the time they reached the dock, it was almost 10 o'clock.

The people in the car watched Schiller close his eyes and fall asleep in the back seat. When the car arrived at the dock, the Schiller who got off was confused, as if sleepwalking.

"Doctor? Doctor? Are you still there, Doctor?" Jason asked cautiously: "Are you awake?"

"Of course not." Peter said while playing with his phone: "But don't worry, all functions are normal."

Jason clearly didn't believe it. He blocked in front of Schiller, stretched out two arms and kept waving, as if he was afraid that he would be tripped by something while walking like this. But Schiller had no reaction at all, and kept walking forward at a constant frequency.

Peter snapped his fingers and said: "You have to ask like this, Doctor, Tony Stark's consultation fee..."

"2 million US dollars an hour."

"Bruce Wei En's..."

"3 million US dollars an hour."

"Wait." Jason said: "Look, I said he was confused. Both of them are the richest people in the world, and the era Stark is in must have more severe inflation than ours. Why is he 2 million?"

"No, this just shows that the doctor is awake, because Bruce is sicker than Stark. Besides charging in proportion to assets, one must also consider the severity of the illness."

Jason suddenly realized, but soon said again: "No, this is too confused. Batman is only 1 million dollars sicker than Tony Stark?"

"It's Bruce Wei En, not Batman." Peter spread his hands and said: "If it were Batman, the doctor would only say I am a doctor, not God."

Jason covered his forehead.

In the cool night breeze, a huge yacht stopped at the dock. The firelight in the cabin illuminated the slightly dark dock, and also echoed with the fierce artillery fire in the North District.

Welcomed enthusiastically by the yacht staff, everyone boarded the yacht. The brightly lit city moved further and further away in the field of vision, and the skyline became a faint light band.

Just as everyone was walking toward the inside of the yacht, a bright figure landed in front of the deck. Lucifer waved his shiny wings, landed, shook his head and said: "Yacht night, and no one invited me. It simply makes me feel shocked and sad..."

Seeing Natasha was dumbfounded, not because of Lucifer's wings, but because she suddenly remembered that Schiller, who was sleepy to the extreme and hadn't slept yet, would be in a hazy state, and he had severe phototaxis when he was in this state.

"Hey, Schiller, I'm talking about you, how can you not... what's wrong with you? You... ah!!!!!!!!!!" ===== CHAPTER 2268 =====