Chapter 3658

The strangeness of the development of things exceeded Schiller's imagination.

New York in early summer, the sun is bright, the breeze is warm, and the trees are shaded. In the parking lot surrounded by shrub flower beds, luxury cars painted with bright colors flash with beautiful light. At the end of the wide road, the blonde beauty on the huge three-sided billboard has a brilliant smile. Everything looks like a comedy road movie from the last century.

Schiller stood at the entrance of his own sanitarium, watching a devil disguised as himself find a hero whose goal was to defeat this devil, to exorcise the demon for his sanitarium. And this hero's brother, who is also this devil's subordinate, is standing by drinking soda.

This kind of weird scene made him not know whether to go up for a while. He didn't even know which of these three people were voluntary, or they all were, or none of them were. Now it seems that the latter possibility is higher.

That "self" standing under the shade of the tree at the entrance of the sanitarium has almost no flaws in appearance: wearing a doctor's uniform, wearing a pair of glasses, looking gentle and refined, making people feel very good.

Danny knows Schiller. When he formed the "Midnight Sons" before, he worked with this psychologist, but the two didn't have a deep friendship, only to say they knew each other. However, this doctor once very tactfully reminded him that his mental state might have problems, but he didn't care at the time; now thinking about it, it is indeed a bit awkward.

Danny wanted to find a psychologist to take a look, but he didn't have a fixed residence, so he couldn't accept community psychological counseling, and private psychologists were too expensive. Even if his brother saved money, he couldn't afford to see one for a while.

He thought, no matter if he could get money or not, he must do a good job this time, even if he could exchange for a few psychological counseling sessions, so he performed extra cautiously to make Schiller have a good impression of him.

And even more restless is Mephisto. He didn't expect that he would find someone to exorcise the demon, and he would happen to find Schiller's friend. He didn't succeed in fooling Stark before, and now another one came; what if he reveals his identity?

Schiller is also very speechless. At that time, in order to hide his true identity as "Moon Knight," he had never revealed his true face in front of Danny. That is to say, in Danny's impression, he is a very gentle psychologist. And the Schiller played by Mephisto happens to be that kind of very gentle psychologist, which led to Danny not seeing any problems at all, and naturally, it was impossible to expose Mephisto.

And now, Schiller, the real owner of the sanitarium who is disguised as a folklorist, must also get involved in this pile of mess to prevent these two people from tearing his house down. He really wants to ask everyone, including himself: what on earth are you doing?!

How on earth did the situation develop into this weird appearance?!

Actually, it still has to start with Mephisto. When he made up his mind to play Schiller, he naturally had to go to the place where Schiller usually works. However, he had investigated before that Schiller has a sanitarium in the suburbs of New York, where all the people living there are rich people. It is called a sanitarium, but it is actually more like a social club.

Mephisto didn't take this job to heart at first. At that time, he felt that the focus of Schiller's work as a psychologist should be at S. H. I. E. L. D.; after all, S. H. I. E. L. D. has so many agents and superheroes, which is enough to give people a headache. This sanitarium is just a tool he uses to collect money, with doctors and nurses ready, so he shouldn't need to go on stage himself.

But after less than two minutes, he knew he was very wrong. He was admiring the decoration of the office when a nurse ran in hurriedly: "Doctor! Agway in room 3012 is having an attack again! He stuck his head into a flower pot and has already broken four flower pots! You hurry over and take a look!"

"Stuck his head into a flower pot?" Mephisto asked with some surprise, "Why did he stick his head into a flower pot?"

The nurse looked at him with an even more astonished gaze and said: "Because he thinks he is a cactus. Didn't you specifically dig a sand pit in the activity area for him so he could find the feeling of home? Don't you remember?"

Mephisto opened his mouth and closed it, then nodded and said: "Yes, I remember. Then shall we give him some medicine?"

"You must have forgotten!" the nurse said with a bit of blame, "Agway is allergic to sedatives and cannot use sedative drugs. If you want to prescribe medicine for him, you must not make a wrong medical order!"

"Oh, okay." Mephisto thought that he couldn't be too excessive, at least he had to pretend to care about the patient, so he said, "Then let's go over and take a look at him."

He followed the nurse all the way to the third floor, where many medical staff were already standing. He squeezed through the crowd and saw a brown-haired young man sitting on the ground with a flower pot on his head, with many flower pot fragments scattered on the ground, and two nurses and a doctor squatting beside him to persuade him.

"Why don't you take him away?" Mephisto asked.

He saw that the young man's face had already been scratched, and his body and clothes were all covered in dirt. A poor fiddle-leaf fig lay in the corner, obviously having been violently pulled out of the flower pot.

The nurse looked at him with a very surprised gaze and said: "We can't take him away; this can't be done."

Mephisto looked at the stretcher on the side, then looked at the young man's thin arms and legs, wanting to say something, but afraid of revealing his identity. Fortunately, the nurse muttered: "Didn't I say it? He thinks he is a cactus now; if we go over and pull him, we will be stabbed..."

Mephisto arranged and combined this sentence many times in his heart, but still didn't figure out its original meaning, and could only sigh that English is developing so fast; in just a few hundred years, it has been arranged and combined into a form he cannot understand.

Mephisto just wanted to say something when another nurse ran over and said: "Doctor, Leid in the building downstairs invited you to see his artwork. Do you want to go over and take a look? You'd better go now, because the cleaner has been waiting for a long time. Leid said if you don't go, he won't let the cleaner in."

Mephisto had a faint bad premonition, but he didn't know how to deal with this "vegetable," thinking that he might as well borrow the slope to change to another patient, which might be easier to handle.

As a result, he followed this nurse to the fourth floor of the building next door. Before he went upstairs, he smelled a terrible stench. He had to actively close the human sensory system and look at the world in the devil's way to avoid being smoked to death.

He walked to the door of the ward at the very end with some hesitation. As soon as he opened the door, a huge King Solomon magic circle on the floor of an empty room—it was the source of the terrible stench.

If Mephisto's judgment is correct, this huge magic circle should be drawn with human excrement. It's not that he has any deep research on human excrement, mainly because the young man squatting on the side didn't wear pants and seemed to be committed to producing some raw materials for artistic creation.

Mephisto's action of retreating half a step was very serious, but he turned his head and took a look, finding that the nurse and the cleaner waiting on the side were all used to it, and for a while, he didn't know if he should really express any feelings.

He only knew that if any human dared to use such a magic circle to summon him, he would definitely rush to the Sanctum Sanctorum to request legal aid for the first time. Strange, look at the soldiers you brought out!!!

He didn't even want to talk anymore, just waved his hand, letting the cleaner go in and clean up the room quickly. The cleaner went in to work, and Mephisto outside the door hadn't breathed a sigh of relief when the young man who was producing raw materials turned his head to look at him: "Doctor! Doctor! King Solomon responded to me! He told me I can be discharged soon!"

Mephisto didn't know what to say, so he had to nod perfunctorily. But he didn't expect this young man to suddenly grab the excrement on the ground and throw it at him. Mephisto dodged quickly, almost unable to help roaring with anger.

The nurse hurriedly closed the door and said: "He might think you are perfunctory to him. Why don't you talk to him about the seventy-two pillars today? He likes to hear this very much."

Mephisto opened his mouth wanting to say something, but in the end, he said nothing. He had just turned around and wanted to walk to his office when he was stopped by a group of people again.

"Hey, Doctor, good morning. Are you free now?" The young man in the lead was wearing a hoodie and had golden curly hair, looking quite normal, followed by a black-haired woman and a black man.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, just that the experience of Stark developing battle armor that you promised to finish telling us last time hasn't been finished yet. You said you went to play World of Warcraft together after that party, so did you beat it? Who is more powerful?"

"Sorry, I have something to do now." Mephisto still didn't know what he was talking about at all, so he could only smile at him and say, "Wait until I'm free, and I'll come find you."

"Okay." The young man shrugged and said.

Mephisto had just left this building when he suddenly heard a crackling sound in the backyard behind the building. He hurriedly bypassed the small path next to it and saw the young man who had just asked him a question holding a gun of a model Mephisto didn't know, and was "da-da-da" there.

Although he didn't know the specific model of the firearm, Mephisto could hear that it was an automatic weapon. His method of distinguishing between automatic and non-automatic weapons is very simple: as long as it hits fast enough, it must be an automatic weapon.

"What are you doing?!" Mephisto shouted at him. As a result, this young man actually turned the muzzle to point at him.

Mephisto was unusually angry. He just wanted to open his mouth to scold, but the young man put away the gun, smiled, and said: "Doctor, I can see you are in a bad mood today. Just come over and shoot two shots, and it will be fine. My dad told me that."

Mephisto still couldn't help asking: "Your dad let you point a gun at others casually?"

"Yeah, so he later took 50 shots from the police and became like a piece of cheese that fell into cherry juice. Hahaha."

(End of chapter)