Chapter 3360

After a conversation with Schiller, Strange figures out one thing—Schiller's childhood is probably equivalent to a work of rule-based horror.

Mysterious research institutions, guards with live ammunition, endless experiments and conspiracies...

The only problem is that Schiller is not a victim of rule-based horror; he is the rule of rule-based horror. The victims are those researchers and guards.

What's more terrible is that his rule is not clear. Due to his unstable mental state, it might be like this today and that tomorrow; one second he was fine, the next second he had an episode.

Although this research organization was very evil and mysterious, they were clearly the kind of organization that pursues secular interests. This means that most of the workers they hired were ordinary people, just ordinary people who could accept attacking children and had relatively low moral bottom lines.

Human morality and mental state do not have a direct relationship. Low moral bottom line doesn't mean they are madmen, and they couldn't understand madmen, let alone Schiller, who even madmen couldn't understand, and he was the proplusmax version of the morbid Schiller who was said to be more difficult to deal with than now.

People who have done scientific research should know that sometimes, doing experiments isn't necessarily successful just because your professional level is up to standard and you are rigorous enough; there are some luck factors in it. Even the most powerful scientists cannot guarantee that they can get completely consistent results when doing multiple completely identical experiments in a short period of time.

Inorganic substances that won't easily change traits are like this, let alone Schiller, a living person. His mental state is just random, and the scientists' research on him is just drawing cards.

And, among all the prize pools of mental states, the harmless state is a minority, and the vast majority are harmful, and very harmful, the kind that makes you sacrifice yourself for science if you are not careful.

And, this pool has no guarantee; even if you draw ten thousand times, you might not draw a useful one. Even if you occasionally draw a useful one, it can't be cultivated at all, and there is a possibility of rolling back at any time, and it's not returning to before the cultivation, but directly returning to before the card draw. If you draw wrong, redraw!

Strange can fully imagine the collapse of these scientists. This mainly involves a question of confidence.

In some science fiction novels, physicists studied for a long time and found that physics didn't exist, so they committed suicide.

In the research organization that kidnapped Schiller, the scientists studied Schiller for a long time and found that psychology, psychiatry, pathology, anthropology, sociology, and biology didn't exist. And they didn't even have the chance to commit suicide before they were wiped out by Schiller.

Strange sighs and mourns for them for half a second in his heart, then asks again: "Then how did you become slightly more normal?"

"Although I know I should answer 'because of love' or something, in fact, it's because I met a scientist who just didn't believe in evil." Schiller laughs and says, "You must be more paranoid than a paranoid, and crazier than a madman, to have the possibility of curing him."

Strange understands. Sure enough, none of Schiller's stories have anything moving; all they have are crazy interweaving, paranoia, and mutual torture.

Through Schiller's experience, Strange thinks and says: "Do you think it might be because this child was tortured into madness, so he became the rule in the world we are in now?"

Schiller knows he is referring to the words on the parchment, but he still says: "What do you mean? The gameplay of the whole game?"

"Something like that. I'm just thinking, why would it be like this?" Strange stands up from the chair. He walks to the operating table, sits on it, and then lies flat on the operating table and says.

"Humans are born to fear pain and also yearn for freedom. Not to mention those people who might have abused him. It's impossible for him to have no resentment at all, but why is the way of revenge to trap doctors here to work?"

Schiller has a flash of inspiration and says: "What is the complaint you hear most often between doctors in the hospital?"

Strange suddenly sits up and looks at Schiller, then says: "Work is too busy, patients are difficult to deal with, examinations are too frequent, reports are too many."

The two look at each other and understand what the other is thinking.

"So this is the way he takes revenge on us?" Strange says somewhat helplessly, "Because he heard doctors complaining that work is too busy, he locked us here to work every day; because he heard complaints that patients are difficult to deal with, he kept sending those difficult patients over."

"Because he heard doctors complaining that the inspection of appearance is too strict, so he stipulated that appearance must be maintained; because someone complained that there are too many reports to write, he stipulated that reports must be finished every day."

"I can only say that this revenge is much scarier than those in horror movies." Schiller says, "I haven't written my report for yesterday daytime yet, I have to get up and write it quickly."

After speaking, he walks to the desk, dips in ink, and writes on the parchment, saying while writing: "However, his imagination is relatively limited. Or maybe doctors in the Middle Ages might not be very busy. If he knew you could perform 20 surgeries a day, he would have to send two hundred patients a day."

"I know you don't understand surgical work, but I didn't expect you to be so ignorant." Strange lies on the hospital bed and says, "The Hand of God is very busy. I'm not responsible for physical labor like craniotomy; those are done by other doctors."

"I only do the most critical part, and after I'm done, I lift it away for the next one. Don't talk about 20 surgeries; I have a record of performing 48 surgeries a day. Otherwise, where would the 80+ reports come from to make up?"

Schiller gives him a thumbs up and says: "It's not easy to find so many patients."

"I don't just perform surgeries for American patients. High-difficulty cases from all over the world are sent to me." Strange snorts disdainfully again and says, "You think the few urgent cases you found can cause me trouble? It's just a daily workload."

Schiller clicks his tongue. He really admires Strange for this point. After all, even if the unimportant parts aren't done by him, the important parts are enough to consume energy. Otherwise, why would the Ancient One take a fancy to him?

You only see Doctor Strange using the clumsiest method to consume Dormammu, but you didn't think about what a high work intensity this is. It can only be said that the Ancient One's vision is still sharp.

"I don't seem to have entered your operating room." Schiller recalls and says, "That shows that the patients there aren't that difficult to deal with; your luck is quite good."

Strange is laughed at by him. He says: "I am a neurosurgeon. Do you think a person missing one-third of his brain can jump up and complain about me?"

"That's hard to say." Schiller shakes his head and says, "And I don't just cheer for patients; I also cheer for doctors."

"Last time a patient came in holding one of his legs, which scared an intern doctor to death. I spent a lot of effort to soothe him. Doesn't your department have intern students who were scared to death?"

"I wouldn't want such cowardly ones... wait. How did he walk in holding his own leg?"

"That guy is a mutant. He can fly."

"Then how did he lose a leg?"

"That's the problem. He was hit by an inter-space train." Schiller spreads his hands and says, "Not only the intern nurse, the chief surgeon almost fainted when he saw his insurance policy. I also comforted him for half an hour."

The two chat while waiting for dawn. When the morning light shines through the tiny window gap, Strange, who squinted for a while, wakes up from the operating table. Schiller, who fell asleep on the desk after finishing the report, also wakes up.

"I think there's another benefit to the two of us participating in this game." Schiller stretches and says, "We can fall asleep anywhere; this is the basic skill of a doctor."

Strange wakes up clearly faster than him; he turns his head and finds that the metal door behind him has actually been repaired, so he says: "It seems the game has solved this problem, and we have to work again."

"Hope for some good goods today... I mean, good patients." Schiller walks to the shelf and starts searching, organizing all his gains from yesterday into a box, preparing to sell them all to the bear orderly.

After the morning bell rings, the nurse makes a routine check. She seems to have known that the metal passage door was repaired, and she even said fiercely to Schiller: "You'd better be honest and work quickly. If this situation happens again, I will solve you myself."

"Don't worry, ma'am, this is yesterday's report, I forgot to give it to you." Schiller hands over the report, and the nurse leaves quickly.

Schiller looks at her back, thinking about what kind of image the nurse would be according to their inference yesterday.

Although she behaves very fiercely now, it is clear that the object she supervises is the doctor. It is very fierce to the doctor, but not necessarily to the patient.

Every doctor knows that head nurses behave very fiercely, not because they really like it, but because they must deter medical staff and family members, so that they can be responsible for the patients.

Schiller has to admit that he has a natural good feeling for nurses. Because the nurse who took care of him couldn't be called good-tempered, and she and Anatoly were at odds. Their limited Chinese and Russian were all practiced when they were arguing with each other.

After a while, the bear orderly comes again; he looks at the box Schiller sent out, dumbfounded, thinking he had a hallucination.

"God! What have you done?!" The bear orderly's tone is a bit trembling.

"Don't make a fuss, take it away quickly, don't let the nurse find out." Schiller says, "Also, if you don't have what I want here, can you help me buy it?"

"Uh, I usually can't get out, but if it's very important, you can find a way to entrust Wood; he knows many people, maybe he can..."

Looking at Schiller's murderous gaze, the bear orderly's voice gets smaller and smaller, and he says: "Alright, I know you don't like that wooden man; no one here likes him. But you have to respect him. He is the boss's eyes and ears."

Schiller's eyes roll, and he says: "What about that raven? If I give him some money, will he help me buy things?"

"You ordered newspapers from him? Alright. You guys just love to read those. But I have to remind you, he's not simple either. Some people say he's from the town government and also knows big officials in Westchester. You'd better not offend him."

Schiller laughs dryly twice and doesn't continue speaking.

The bear orderly sees his expression is wrong, so he says: "You wouldn't have already..."

Schiller's line of sight looks down. The bear orderly also looks over along his line of sight; he sees that in the box placed on the ground, there is surprisingly a cluster of shiny raven feathers.

?? All eyes on me, I announce something:

? Today is my birthday!!! I'm 27 years old!!!

? (End of chapter)