Chapter 2681

Stark feels very bad now.

To be precise, this is the first time he has experienced what a real mental illness is like in the mouths of everyone.

In the past, he completely refused to admit that he was sick, and it wasn't completely stubborn. Anxiety disorder is actually a long-term torture, and it is easy for people to get used to it while being sick.

Especially for those who are born with relatively rich emotions, it may even be from the time they have consciousness that they start to be anxious. Anxiety is a state of their life, a part of their personality, just like people are born with five fingers, so it is difficult to experience what it feels like for a beast without fingers.

Stark is like this.

His anxiety disorder wasn't contracted on a certain day, but since he had memory, he had been in this state. So when others said he was sick, he really felt inexplicable.

So even if he knew that Schiller might be the best psychologist in the world, and Charles was another one, and these two said at the same time that he suffered from anxiety disorder, he still didn't want to admit it.

But today is different from the past.

The scene of the little boy in red that night has been playing constantly in Stark's mind—the red fish constantly leaping in the blood-red ocean, the blood mist sprayed by the huge black-red whale reflecting the rainbow under the light, like the gate of hell.

Countless fragments are playing in his mind constantly, making his thinking unable to find an exit. The logical thinking and scientific inspiration he was proud of in the past are all gone, completely blocked by these things.

Stark, with a pale face, supported the table with his hands, unable to even be sure what he was thinking now. Not long after, the door was knocked, and he raised his eyes and saw a familiar face.

Stark instinctively dodged backward, but he didn't want to admit his fear of Schiller. He couldn't be afraid of Schiller, because this wasn't his fault at all.

No, it's not. Stark is denying. Even if Schiller's behavior at that time was more cruel than the most vicious criminal in the world, this was essentially not his fault. How could he be afraid of him?

He saw a little painful expression on Schiller's face. Stark's brain cleared up a little. He thought, is Schiller suffering for my pain?

Wait, how does he know my pain? He wouldn't be traveled back again, right???

This damn liar!!!

Stark tried hard to suppress the anger in his heart and rolled his eyes at Schiller, similar to "You still pretending?".

But Schiller seemed to really intend to give him a serious psychological treatment. But before that, he naturally started asking Stark for money as always, unexpectedly, and as expected.

Stark's current mental state doesn't allow him to bargain with Schiller. He actually forgot what he said when he first met Schiller, just opening and closing his mouth by instinct.

I have to admit that his current state makes him urgently need a solution. Whether it's spending money or admitting that he is sick, as long as it can alleviate this pain, it's fine.

Stark still paid.

Who knows that Schiller at this time looked at him with the eyes of looking at a white mouse and said: "I have never seen such a rare case. It's unique, very rare..."

"Can it not be rare?!" Stark roared in his heart: "Because this damn thing was done by you!!!"

Schiller took another step forward. Stark shivered violently and hurried back. He still couldn't completely expel the fear. This kind of fear was completely his instinctive reaction. He couldn't control it.

"Stay away from me!" Stark instinctively wanted to blurt out, but soon realized that this wasn't right. He must never show his fear in front of Schiller, especially since this Schiller might be traveled back and have the memory of that night. Then his performance was too hurtful.

So the words that came to his mouth took a turn. Stark tried hard to make a relaxed posture and said: "Hey, I don't like men, stay away from me!"

Schiller made a judgment on Stark, saying that he wasn't as absurd as he appeared on the surface. When it came to this, Stark only wanted to say that you still have some vision. As a result, Schiller continued.

But he is very smart, too smart, so he has been waiting for someone to give him an answer. This answer comes from... his past.

Stark suddenly realized. Wait a minute, if this Schiller isn't actually traveled back, he is normal, growing up from childhood to now, then does he still remember the things that night? Does he remember himself who was watching from the side?

No, no matter what, no matter for whom between the two of them, don't recall that day again. This is a kind of unrecallable pain for anyone. It's meaningless to ponder repeatedly.

"I'll give you two million dollars, leave here, I'll tell Pepper that your treatment is very effective..." Stark thought he must end this topic immediately and don't mention the past again.

"If I'm not mistaken, Miss Pepper is listening at this time." Schiller replied.

Stark was choked. He took a deep breath. He really couldn't explain to Pepper why he suddenly deteriorated like this. If he drove Schiller away now, Pepper would be worried.

"Two million dollars, I'll tell you a really useful method." He heard Schiller say again.

Fine, this is what he wants. Stark thought, no matter what, Schiller is the best psychologist in the world, his method must be useful.

Wait a minute, he is traveled back, which means that Schiller told him this method at the beginning. Then does he not have to pay, just go to the memory to find it and also...

Just having this thought, Stark felt that the hallucinations that had calmed down a little started to churn again, because once his thoughts approached the memory module, what emerged wasn't just the conversation with Schiller, but more of those terrible pictures.

Forget it, let's spend money to eliminate disasters. Stark was somewhat resigned. In the future, he would never laugh at mental patients again.

"Deal." He said.

"The past you avoid the most has all the answers you want. I once saw it in the news, the founder of Stark Industries, your father..."

"Enough." Stark was almost roaring, and then he shouted in his heart: "Don't mention that past again! Is it not enough to have hallucinations?!"

He said tremblingly: "Pepper will transfer the consultation fee to you, leave here."

"He will be willing to give you a second life, God bless you."

Looking at Schiller's back as he turned and left, Stark slumped on the chair powerlessly, but his increasingly poor mental state made him know that he couldn't delay time anymore.

"Past... founder of Stark Industries... father... Howard..."

When Natasha saw Stark, who was lost, again, only more than an hour had passed. She looked at Stark with some surprise and said: "So fast? Doesn't it usually take two hours to fill out the form?"

Stark shook his head silently. Seeing his poor mental state, Natasha didn't continue to joke with him, helped him sit on the chair and asked: "How is it? Did the doctor say how to treat it?"

Stark pursed his lips silently. After a while, he opened his mouth and said: "Do you know where Howard and the others are?"

"Your parents? They participated in the investment of the space station construction and have been busy with the space station launch for a while. But the space station operation has been quite smooth recently, they should be free."

"Then where are they now?"

Natasha revealed a difficult expression and said: "I am not a field agent now and don't participate in the work of protecting them. If you really want to know, I can go help you ask my colleagues."

"However..." Natasha dragged a long tone. Stark looked up at her. Natasha sighed and also looked at Stark and said: "They are your parents. If you want to know where they are, just make a phone call, right?"

Stark pursed his lips and didn't speak.

Natasha was somewhat helpless, but still said: "Fine, I'll let Coulson help you ask."

Stark suddenly stood up, waved his hand and said: "No, no need, I want... I want to go home."

Natasha looked at his staggering back with some worry. When he walked to the corner of the stairs, Natasha patted Coulson on the shoulder and said: "Find someone to watch him, I'm afraid he will have an accident."

Stark didn't drive, but called the battle armor and flew back to Stark Manor in one go.

He hadn't returned to the old house for a long time. After Howard died, except for returning to pack up his belongings once, he never returned again. Even if it was that one time, it was more like fleeing in a panic when he left.

When the battle armor landed on the garden at the entrance of the manor, he found that it was very different from the time he returned.

When he returned, the trees in the manor were sparse, and the weeds were overgrown. Even if the house was still imposing, it was full of a dead atmosphere everywhere, so he didn't dare to stay for long at all. He was afraid that the good times that were still colorful in his memory would fade away.

But now the manor seemed to have returned to his childhood. The trees in summer were lush and dense, the lawn was a green that couldn't be cleaner, the flowers in the bushes were competing for beauty, and the whole world seemed to be magnified, and he also became smaller.

The battle armor faded, and Stark walked slowly toward the main entrance. What he saw, the bright green started to gradually dilute the bright red hallucinations in front of his eyes. The memories that surged up no longer had the meaning of cruelty and pain, more related to Howard.

Hazy, he seemed to see a familiar figure. Stark instinctively shouted: "Jarvis?"

That person turned around, but it wasn't the old butler, but another middle-aged man Stark didn't know. He was very shocked after seeing Stark, hurried over and said: "Tony? Do you still remember me? I am Tuls? We met when we were children."

Stark was really powerless to find such a long-term memory. Tuls saw that his state was not good, immediately walked up to support him and said: "What's wrong with you? Are you sick? I am the distant nephew of Mr. Jarvis. We played together when we were children."

"Are you... are you the new butler?" Stark didn't remember at all. Even now he didn't remember what era and age he was in. He felt that he was still in childhood, so he asked: "Where is Jarvis? Doesn't he wait for me anymore?"

Tuls immediately realized that Stark was probably having a mental illness attack. He supported people to the bedroom to let him lie down, poured him a glass of water and said: "Sir, are you okay? Do you know what time it is now?"

"Howard..." Stark suddenly muttered, "Let Howard not go to Congress... let him come back! I want to see him, let him come back!"

"Okay, okay, sir, don't worry, Mr. Howard just went out fishing and will be back soon."

"No, you tell him, you call him, let him not give the technology to Congress... he will die!"