Chapter 2680

Stark widened his eyes when he saw the thin fog floating over, not even caring about the pain on his body.

Of course he knew who the fog represented. The problem was how could Schiller of this era have fog? Could he turn into fog not because of the symbiote? Did this era have symbiotes?

Wait, Schiller wouldn't also be traveled back, right?!

Stark, who suddenly found that he had found the truth, roared in his heart: "Schiller, you dead liar!!!!"

But before he had any extra actions, he found that the fog that was constantly floating suddenly stopped.

The air was flowing, and anything in the air couldn't be completely still. This made the abnormal things completely stripped from the air, forming a weirdness that formed its own school.

Garrett turned his head abruptly, but Stark saw it more clearly than him. The fog disappeared in an instant, and a small figure appeared behind everyone.

Stark thought it was Schiller, and he did have the face of young Schiller, but his clothes were blood red.

"Ah!!!"

Stark took a deep breath and sat up from the bed. In the hazy and trance vision, the chandelier on the ceiling was crumbling.

Immediately, a pair of warm big hands held his hand. He turned his head, and Howard with bloodshot eyes looked at him.

"God, fortunately you are fine." Another pair of hands hugged him into his arms, and Maria said with a crying tone: "Fortunately you are fine, little Tony, God bless..."

Stark's reason gradually returned, and his memory followed back to his brain. Then he couldn't help but shiver. The bone-chilling cold brought by certain memory fragments that night made his whole body stiff there.

Howard obviously found his abnormality. He opened his mouth and said: "Don't be afraid, Tony, you just had a nightmare. You have woken up. Mom and Dad are by your side. There is nothing to be afraid of."

Yes, there is nothing to be afraid of. How could an adult be scared by a nightmare? But Stark still grabbed Maria's hand tightly. Precisely because he was an adult, he knew it wasn't a nightmare.

That was... Schiller?

Maybe it wasn't him, but at least it was a part of him. That boy in blood-colored clothes was a moment in Schiller's life.

Stark couldn't help but tremble.

He felt that the emotion filling his heart wasn't fear. He couldn't even find a word to describe this emotion.

He felt fear, but the fear didn't come from the cruel means he witnessed. Stark was just thinking, which moment in Schiller's life created such cruelty in him?

If he had to explore deeply, this emotion was probably a kind of despair—even this past, which was desperate enough in his and Natasha's eyes, was still made up by Schiller.

But his purpose in making up this story wasn't to pretend to be miserable, but on the contrary, to cover up some cruel truth that could completely defeat people like Stark.

People couldn't imitate the cruelty they hadn't seen, and the life moment that had seen this cruelty appeared in the image of a child.

At this moment, Stark understood that Schiller repeatedly covered up his past and constantly made up new stories, perhaps because the real truth couldn't be known by most people. The weight of that past was enough to crush superheroes like him.

Maria hugged him tightly. After Stark became an adult, his parents wouldn't do such things anymore, so he felt long-lost comfort from his mother's embrace.

He lay on the bed and thought for a long time, suddenly as if thinking of something, looked at Howard and asked: "Where did you get me back from?"

"No, Tony, no, you never left..."

"Answer me!" Stark raised his tone and said. He looked at Howard, especially staring at his eyes and said: "Don't treat me like a child who doesn't understand anything! I have grown up!"

Howard stroked his eye sockets with his hand, constantly stroking his cheeks, and said somewhat choked up: "The entrance of the factory."

"Someone provided the police station with the video of you being hijacked. The police found you along the surveillance cameras, but they said... there was a murder case in the factory." Howard described vaguely, "Several people died. From the traces at the scene, you should have been dragged out from there."

"A murder case?"

"Yes, it is currently guessed that it might be caused by the infighting of a faction in a terrorist organization. It was also confirmed that the deceased were the kidnappers who kidnapped you. Maybe their rivals didn't want them to successfully use you to threaten me, so they..."

Howard really couldn't go on, but Stark looked at his eyes and said: "But all this can't explain why the murder scene was like that, right?"

"You saw it?!" Howard was shocked and said: "Weren't you knocked unconscious?"

"No... no... Maria, we might need to hire a psychologist for him." Howard said: "I'll go contact one now."

Stark swallowed his saliva, trying his best not to recall what he saw, but those pictures were still playing repeatedly in front of his eyes, as if he were possessed.

Maybe Howard was right. He needed a psychologist earlier. But the ones Howard found weren't professional enough. Stark thought, he happened to have a psychologist friend.

Natasha was still scrolling through short videos behind the desk, suddenly seeing a flash of light in the next room. When she walked over, Stark was lying on the ground vomiting.

Natasha hurried over and helped him up, saying: "What's wrong? Are you the kind of person who has an allergic reaction to traveling through time?"

Natasha hurried to take out allergy medicine, but Stark rushed toward the bathroom, vomiting again and again. When he came back, his face was as pale as a ghost.

"What exactly is wrong?" Natasha realized that things weren't that simple. She said: "What did you encounter in the past?"

Actually, she had a bad premonition in her heart. Wouldn't it be that he happened to run into Schiller committing a crime?

But this wasn't right either. In the era Stark went to, Schiller should still be a child, and she hadn't seen Schiller in child form under the Tower of the Abyss either. He shouldn't have started committing crimes so early, right?

Stark slumped on the sofa, sighed long, drank the water Natasha handed over in one gulp, and then said: "You know something, right? You know more than we do."

Natasha sat on the sofa next to her, with only a small coffee table between the two. She didn't hide it either, nodded and said: "I have also been to Schiller's Tower of Thought, just not the same place you went to. There, I saw more Schiller, more... dangerous Schiller."

"Don't blame me for why I didn't tell you." Natasha immediately defended herself: "Obviously, Schiller has some not-so-good past. These Schiller might have been produced at that time. They... I don't know how to say it, superheroes can't listen to this."

Stark glared at Natasha.

Natasha still thought Stark was angry at her concealment, so she had to explain more deeply: "I think you have heard about the time Schiller and I died together. That was the time I didn't take you fishing. At that time, I saw one of them, very, very, very dangerous, more dangerous than anyone I have ever seen."

"Yes, there is a fact that is not easy to accept: Schiller might have been a criminal. I can't tell you this, because it sounds too much like sowing discord, and no one will believe it."

Natasha was obviously holding back for a long time. She said somewhat desperately: "You think I didn't secretly hint to some people? But those Schiller in the abyss seem to have a magic power, always pulling ignorant lambs toward him. My hints were completely thankless."

"Don't look at me like that. Aren't you the same? Greed is already very mild, but you still hover around him every day. If you happen to meet those... those Schiller I can't describe well, wouldn't you go crazy?"

Natasha could simply be described as bitter and earnest. She said: "Don't think that your willpower is strong and you have to challenge the limit. The best way to defend against them is not to know them at all..."

"You said it a bit late." Stark stared at Natasha gloomily and said.

Stark's stern gaze made Natasha stunned. She looked at Stark and tentatively asked: "You met them? Which one of them? What kind of image is it roughly?"

Natasha calculated in her heart. If it was manipulation, it would be fine. That relatively older Schiller was more stable and wouldn't make a move for no reason. But if it was the one in black clothes or the one with half-long hair, it would be a bit troublesome. These two made a move very cleanly.

Stark wouldn't have fought with them and lost, right?

"A little boy in red clothes." Stark revealed a somewhat painful expression and said. Obviously, he didn't want to recall. After being stunned there for a long time, he started retching again.

Natasha was stunned. A little boy? She didn't seem to have seen any little boy. Would it be some personality trait of Schiller in his childhood?

"What did he do?" Natasha asked instinctively.

"No... I don't want to tell you." Stark gritted his teeth and said: "I need a psychologist now."

Natasha was shocked and said: "You just said you need a psychologist. You admit you are sick??? My God, what did you encounter?!"

"Don't ask so much! Hurry up and call a doctor for me! Vomit!!"

Natasha was even a bit at a loss. She said: "Who do you want me to call? The only psychologist who can come now is Schiller."

"No... the current Schiller won't do." Stark at least had some reason. After retching for a long time, he said: "Can't let him know what I saw when I went back to the past."

Stark still thought that Schiller didn't recognize him at all. In order to act to the end, he said: "I have to find the Schiller of the past, that is, the Schiller who hasn't traveled back to the past yet."

Natasha helped him pick up the time machine and asked: "Then at least it must be the time point when he has become your psychologist, otherwise the time when the two of you first met will be changed."

"Just... just like this..." Stark was already a bit confused. His meaning was to agree with Natasha, but actually he thought of letting Natasha throw him to any time point after the first meeting. Schiller took so much consultation fee from him in a quarter, what's wrong with seeing a doctor one more time?

As a result, Natasha understood it wrong. She thought Stark was affirming the first meeting. She pressed the time machine and threw Stark directly to the time of the first meeting with Schiller.

"My God!!!" The trance-falling Stark heard Pepper's scream, "Tony! Tony?!! What's wrong with you?!"

And then it was a more angry roar, "I told you long ago, you must go to see a doctor!! You are already like this, and you still want to avoid medical treatment?!"

"This time you must listen to me. I will find you a psychologist immediately, and he will arrive this afternoon!"