Chapter 3660

Because Schiller's current identity is an occultist, the subsequent questioning was hosted by him. Fortunately, he also did his homework in advance and roughly knew how all kinds of mysterious existences harass humans, so he was handy when asking and didn't reveal his flaws in front of the two brothers.

For a devil of Mephisto's level, if the true form didn't come, it basically appears in people's dreams, constantly nagging humans. Sometimes they also seal people's spirits, making humans unable to speak of their encounters. As long as the dream is mentioned, they will have a headache and simply cannot speak.

If the true form or a part of the true form's power comes, it can basically perform "living fire melting city," and everything in the space will inexplicably self-ignite. People will hear screams from hell, see all kinds of terrible scenes in front of them, have hallucinations, and inexplicably lose emotional control. And the scope of influence is very large; a whole block or even a whole city is possible.

Devils are almost these means: after using hallucinations to force people to mental breakdown, they talk about conditions in dreams. And their appearance is also mostly accompanied by natural phenomena such as rising temperature, manic livestock, and insect escape.

Other cosmic demon gods also have their own corresponding appearance effects: some will make the temperature drop rapidly, turning a room into an ice cellar in a few seconds; some will be accompanied by high-frequency flashing light, so bright that people can hardly open their eyes; some affect plants, some affect animals, and even some can affect dead objects like buildings. Anyway, they are all sorts of things, each different.

Schiller conducted a careful inquiry, but the answers made the two brothers a bit confused.

According to witnesses, when they witnessed supernatural phenomena, they didn't feel the temperature rise, didn't hear any devil whispers, and didn't have those terrible dreams. Anyway, there was a sound, and then they would see some strange black shadows.

This basically doesn't conform to the characteristics of any mysterious existence. Schiller has already confirmed that it is Mephisto who is deliberately making trouble; Danny and Johnny feel that this might be a means for Mephisto to cover up the traces of his visit.

After all, the breath of Mephisto they felt couldn't be fake, and the judgment of the Spirit of Vengeance must be accurate. Then the only explanation is that Mephisto has become more cunning, deliberately using this kind of ambiguous supernatural phenomenon to blur their line of sight.

After questioning all the witnesses, it was almost dark. They came to the floor where the incident happened last night: the two brothers went to the empty room where the sound was made, while Schiller was next door.

Schiller was organizing notes next door. Even though he knew who was making trouble, he still had to let Danny and Johnny expose him; after all, if he restored his original appearance now, it would easily develop into the awkward situation of "True and False Monkey King." Facing this kind of problem, Schiller has always never proven himself, just blindly attacking the other party.

In the original comic, Johnny caused a lot of trouble for Mephisto, and even later replaced Mephisto and became the King of Hell. These two brothers can be said to be Mephisto's natural enemies; I don't believe a Mephisto who doesn't dare to use his full strength can persist for long under their hands.

Schiller was writing and drawing on his notebook when the door was suddenly knocked. He looked up and saw his own face.

Observing oneself from a third-person perspective is actually a very interesting thing, especially the ordinary person played by Mephisto is perfect. This gave Schiller a lot of inspiration; he felt that after defeating Mephisto, he should be able to make great progress in playing ordinary people.

In order to learn acting from the devil, Schiller also had to pretend not to see it. He stood up, opened the door for Mephisto, invited him in, and said: "It's getting dark, you'd better not come here. After all, you are just an ordinary person; if you are targeted by a devil, it will be troublesome."

Mephisto smiled and said: "Don't worry, I'm just here to see if you are missing anything. I'll leave before it gets completely dark. And do we really not need to call the police?"

Schiller observed the extremely real anxiety and worry on Mephisto's face, interspersed with some fear, haggardness, and impatience—truly worthy of being the devil boss; this acting is simply natural; it's a pity not to be an ordinary person.

"Sit down, Doctor. I think I can explain the current situation to you; after all, you are the owner of this sanitarium and have the right to know what happened here. Don't worry, we will solve these problems."

"Okay, but will I really not get any curse? Just like what the movie says?"

Schiller smiled and said: "The movie is not completely accurate; no curse can spread out of thin air. With us here, you are safe now."

"Okay, can you tell me what's going on? Who on earth is that damn guy haunting my sanitarium?"

"We suspect it's Mephisto."

"Mephisto? That guy in 'Faust'?"

"Yes. I didn't expect you to have research on drama." Schiller showed a smile and said, "But that's not just a character in drama, but a real devil. My companions felt the power he left here, but didn't catch his horse's feet. We are preparing to observe for a night tonight; if there is really anything, we will protect you."

Speaking of this, Schiller suddenly had a flash of inspiration. He continued: "Actually, I think your sanitarium doesn't have enough cameras, and there are too many monitoring blind spots. If you can install a few more cameras, you might be able to capture the front appearance of that guy."

"Really? Can this better guarantee my safety?"

"Yes, of course. Perhaps you can find someone in this area tomorrow, and I can also recommend a few security companies to you. This way, not only can you catch the tail of certain things, but you can also stop rumors."

Mephisto nodded thoughtfully and said: "I don't know any reliable security companies; it would be great if you could introduce one to me."

It seems he intends to act to the end. Schiller thought. But this is exactly what I want; to deal with this damn devil, you can't just use violent means, you have to be clever.

"I do know an expert in this area. I'll invite him here tomorrow, and you can talk to him." Schiller stood up and said, "I promise you it will be fine; it's getting late, you'd better go back first."

Sending Mephisto out of the door, Schiller glanced at the room to ensure there were no surveillance cameras, then took out his phone and called Stark.

"Hello? Tony? Has Stark Industries designed any reliable pinhole cameras? I don't want to do anything, just doing some artistic creation... Come on, I comforted you for 12 minutes that day. Even if that wasn't me, that was also me. I didn't say it was free... You send it over in your armor now; I need it urgently."

Hanging up the phone, Schiller started writing and drawing on his notebook again. But this time it was obviously not writing those boring occult elements—he wrote vigorously, obviously also immersed in his own artistic creation, not knowing what heaven and earth were.

Soon, it was completely dark, and a golden-red figure appeared in front of the window. Schiller, who had turned back to his original appearance, opened the window. Stark looked at him with some vigilance.

"It's me." Schiller said, "The impersonator is upstairs."

"How are you going to prove..."

"I'm going to start charging; every word you say next counts as psychological counseling. You figure it out yourself."

Stark closed his mouth quickly and used his pinched fingers to slide along his mouth, as if pulling a zipper.

Schiller took many micro-cameras from Stark's hand; these could no longer be called micro-cameras, more like nano-cameras. Each one is about the size of an adult's fingertip, and very thin, like a nicotine patch in his hand.

Schiller took one and stuck it on his collar. Because they were all white, they were very inconspicuous. He put on the smart glasses Stark handed over—the style wasn't very smart, just ordinary glasses—and then found he could see the photography parameters.

"Find a security director." Schiller said, "Let him bring a set of security monitoring equipment, and come tomorrow morning. By then, that fake will receive me."

Stark made a money gesture.

"Deduct it from your consultation fee." Schiller said, "Don't say you don't have a consultation fee, otherwise you will have one later."

Stark first widened his eyes, the expression as if saying "you aren't even acting anymore," then rolled his eyes helplessly, but didn't say anything, and flew away from the window again.

Schiller took the remaining pinhole cameras and went to the room where the two brothers were. They were having dinner, and Schiller happened to sit down and eat with them. Taking the opportunity of brushing shoulders with them, he also stuck the very inconspicuous pinhole cameras on their collars.

Then he stuck the others in several corners of the room, and at the door. He was sure that Mephisto would definitely do some tricks tonight to scare these two troublesome ghosts away, and the location should be in this room.

"He is a very cunning devil." Danny drank beer and said, "So the situation is likely as you said, Johnny, he is doing something secretly here, not wanting to be discovered by us, so he is desperately covering his tracks. The more he is like this, the more I won't let him succeed."

Johnny was obviously also worried, but he performed more steadily: "It's not that simple. I smelled the smell of a trap. The owner of the sanitarium, Dr. Schiller, and all the superheroes are friends. If something happens to him, S. H. I. E. L. D. and the Avengers won't let it go. If he wants to frame us, it will be troublesome."

"Can you feel his existence at all?" Danny asked.

"I can feel the power he left here, but it's very weak, feeling like it was a few months ago. I also didn't feel that anyone here was possessed. Does the Spirit of Vengeance in your body have any movement?"

"He has become very quiet." Danny said, "But I can feel that he is accumulating power, which proves that the thing we are going to deal with next is not simple. We..."

"Bang!!"

A loud noise. The two brothers immediately put down what they were holding and ran out, only to see the door of the next room closed.

"Bang!!"

Another sound, the window at the end of the corridor was opened, a gust of cold wind poured in, blowing the hair of the two people into a mess. The night wind pouring in from the window seemed to turn into substance, as if something terrible was approaching.

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