Chapter 4209

"After all this time, it was you!" Schiller stared at Reed and said: "Why didn't you say so before?"

"Then you didn't ask either." Reed also stared at him and said, "And, your performance is very special and has great reference value; I just treated you as a very interesting experimental subject. I have no obligation to explain anything to you."

With a "bang", Schiller punched him.

"Sorry, my hand slipped." He said.

Reed covered his nose, stood up from under the bar counter, and said quite dissatisfied: "I just skipped the process of being exposed by you for telling lies, and said the truth directly. Why are you reacting so strongly?"

Schiller carefully observed Reed's expression, and then discovered that he didn't feel it was impolite to call others experimental subjects from the bottom of his heart. And judging from his attitude, he might feel that this is a very high evaluation for Schiller.

"I also just skipped the process of arguing with you and reminding you to pay attention to politeness, and fast-forwarded to my hand slipping."

Reed sniffed and said: "You don't need to overreact. You know Pikachu was created by me, then you should know that I can't compile you. Otherwise, you wouldn't have been able to get in at all back then."

Schiller's hand paused again. He immediately realized that with Reed's nature, if he could do something to Schiller, he absolutely wouldn't just create a Pikachu to observe Schiller. He must have taken action at that time, but just didn't succeed.

Thinking of this, Schiller couldn't help but cover his forehead. After all this trouble, the biggest opponent I encountered in two universes was still you, this stirrer of shit?!

Actually, to be honest, since crossing over, Schiller hasn't encountered any power that can really threaten him. Many times, the losses he suffered were just because of his way of doing things; it can only be said that there are gains and losses, and it cannot be said that he was forced to do so.

But even so, Reed's action of taking action against him at that time was definitely number one in terms of danger. Because Schiller didn't notice it at all at that time, let alone guard against it; if it weren't for some unknown reason that Reed failed, then the trouble would have been huge.

"So why didn't you succeed back then?" Schiller asked.

"I don't know," Reed shook his head and said, "At that time, I was still in the exploration stage, didn't have many technologies available, and wasn't very mature, so I just tried it casually. Maybe it was blocked."

"Blocked? Blocked by whom?"

"You," Reed said, "Who else could it be but you?"

Schiller was stunned, and then he suddenly felt anger from his heart, returned to the high tower, and shouted: "Superego!!!"

A figure slowly walked out of the office and looked up. Greed patted the railing and shouted: "You knew Reed attacked me?!"

"Yeah."

"Then why isn't this in the memory bank?!"

"I deleted it."

"You..."

Greed swallowed all his words back into his stomach. He gritted his teeth and hammered the railing fiercely, and before he could say anything, Reed's voice brought his thoughts back to reality.

"Speaking of Pikachu, I must explain," Reed continued, "Actually, I can't monitor you through him."

"I can see that." Schiller said.

"Your memory gave him a soul, and your power gave him a body, but this process was operated by me. So in fact, he is equivalent to a clone of yours. After I finished creating him, I discovered that I couldn't control him at all."

Schiller naturally understood what was going on. Reed's starting point was to borrow his power to create a surveillance camera, but because he used Schiller's memory and Schiller's own power, and Schiller himself was unaware, the yellow rat became free.

It's a bit similar to those memory traits of Schiller, such as Tom Cat, SpongeBob, etc., possessing an independent body, just like what happened in the Infinite event, it's just that Pikachu came early.

"Then what were you trying to achieve?" Schiller couldn't help but ask, "You didn't succeed in taking action, and you didn't monitor him either."

"This process is the meaning," Reed said, "I observed all of this, and even actually operated it, this is the greatest meaning. To tell you the truth, if it weren't for this, I might not have reached my current height."

Schiller wanted to punch him again. But Reed said very sincerely: "Of course, I think it's actually mainly thanks to the magical power you possess. Seriously, you didn't create that thing, right?"

"How did you see that?"

"A kind of intuition," Reed said, "If you need a reason, actually you and that kind of power feel completely opposite."

"Feeling?"

"A transcendent cognitive posture," Reed said, "A kind of recognition carried out completely beyond human senses. The moment I came into contact with it, I could feel the emotions in the power."

"What is it?"

"Love." Reed rubbed the table with his fingers, lowered his head and said, "The person who gave you this power loves you very much."

Schiller silently took his fist back and then said: "Then why say it's completely opposite to me?"

"Because your love is not like this," Reed shook his head and said, "You are completely different."

Schiller was silent for a while and then said: "This is what he wanted."

"Can I meet him?" Reed stared into Schiller's eyes again and said, "I think he and I would definitely get along very well. We can explore..."

"Stop!" Schiller hurriedly interrupted him and said, "No."

"Why?" Reed kept staring into Schiller's eyes. For others, those gray eyes were very lethal, and most people wouldn't choose to look directly at them, but Reed acted as if he didn't see them. He was like a blind man in terms of emotional perception.

"Anyway, it's just no."

Schiller couldn't say that Anatoly had already caused enough trouble, and you had also caused quite a bit; if you two got together, would God still be alive?

It's hard to say whether the Creator cared before, but after you two joined forces, the Creator would have to ban all Creator technology overnight.

"Don't even think about it," Schiller repeated, and said, "Besides, he is not the same kind of person as you, you two are very hard to talk to."

"Science itself is a language, this has nothing to do with our personality and experience. As long as we master the same knowledge, we will definitely have something to talk about. It doesn't matter if you don't introduce me, I can find him myself..."

Schiller seriously thought about whether there was a risk of Anatoly being found by Reed, and then he realized that on the road for Reed to find Anatoly, there was an insurmountable mountain, and that was Batman. Reed shouldn't be able to do anything to Batman for the time being.

Feeling slightly relieved, Schiller sat back in front of the bar counter. He really didn't expect that just a casual chat would dig out such a big secret.

Sometimes people always say Stark is flashy, having to talk about everything he encounters, but now it seems that people still have to be a bit flashy. How could Reed hide it for so long without saying a word? Schiller admired him a little.

"I'm curious," Schiller looked at Reed and asked, "Do you really have no intention of deliberately concealing it?"

"Concealing what?"

"The things when I crossed over."

"That's not a big deal," Reed said, "In fact, after discovering that Pikachu was useless, I probably forgot about it in two or three days. If it weren't for talking about it today, I wouldn't have remembered."

Then he showed a hesitant expression, glanced at Schiller, and then glanced at the bar counter.

"If you have something to say, just say it."

"You have to guarantee that you won't slip your hand this time."

"Okay, I guarantee."

"You're not that important," Reed said, "I admit, you are indeed a bit special; after all, crashing into the cosmic barrier like a missile is already shocking enough, and you can directly compile cosmic data, which was indeed very magical to me at that time."

"However, not everyone will stay at the age of playing with toy cars forever, even if the paint of this toy car is very cool. But I have more important things to do; I have to go from elementary school to middle school, finish university and then read for a doctorate, continue my research, and complete my career. It's normal for toys from a long time ago to be forgotten in a corner."

With a "bang", Schiller punched him again.

"Didn't you say you wouldn't slip your hand this time?!"

"Reed Richards," Schiller held up a finger and said, "This is the first time I've said to someone so seriously, you are really very impolite."

"Sorry, but you're not the first person to say that to me." Reed touched his bruised cheek again and said, "I know I speak a bit harshly, but I can't help it."

"But I remember I taught you some speaking skills before."

"It's precisely because you taught them that I didn't use them, because you can see through them at a glance." Reed shook his head and said, "And, lying to a psychologist is not a good habit. That's what they all say."

Schiller was speechless for a moment. He took a sip of wine and then said: "So you just simply forgot."

Reed nodded and said: "When I saw you again later, I didn't recognize you for a moment. Because you know, looking from that perspective is different from seeing your real person in reality. If it weren't for seeing Pikachu later, I might not have recognized you."

Reed pointed to his head and said: "There are too many things to put in here. If I use your mental form to shape my own mental world, then that tower will keep extending upward, without end. Although there is only one resident in this tower, all the rooms need to be used to store knowledge, until one day, it pierces through my skull like a nail, grows out, and goes straight to the sky."

This metaphor was too vivid, Schiller almost immediately associated the picture. He now didn't want to punch Reed, but wanted to throw him out of the tavern directly.

"However, you have become very important again now," Reed said, "Although I don't think my plan needs a safety insurance, I really don't want to deal with that mental patient Stark. I can tell him that my insurance measure is you; even if all humans are erased, you won't be erased, and then you can turn the tide. He really stopped pestering me."

"This had better be true, rather than some rhetoric you came up with to deal with Tony." Schiller looked into Reed's eyes and said.

"This is of course true," Reed also looked into his eyes and said, "Although I did want to fob Stark off, if even I can't compile you, then it's absolutely impossible for anyone to succeed. I can guarantee it one hundred percent."

Schiller looked at Reed. It is very magical that it is difficult for you to see emotions like arrogance in his eyes, and even psychoanalysis cannot feel his arrogance.

To some extent, Reed is a very pure person. The standard by which he judges everything is himself; what is useful to him is important, and what is useless to him is unimportant.

It is very difficult to forget someone like Schiller, but Reed just forgot all of this as a matter of course. Schiller could see he wasn't lying. The day that was a turning point for Schiller was just a link in his daily boring research that wasn't worth being specially remembered, fleeting and drifting away.

In Reed, Schiller felt something that others had felt in him before; it was as if what he was facing now was not a person, but some kind of concept—representing knowledge, representing science, representing endless exploration.

Humans always perceive their own insignificance when facing the magnificent. At that moment, Schiller heard the roar of the engine start to get smaller, the rotation of the parts slow down, and tranquility followed.

For Schiller, this is a quite novel experience. His vast and indescribable thinking began to gather toward a point, and then slowly, slowly, truly projected onto what he was doing now, as if the detached soul suddenly returned to its place.

Schiller picked up the wine glass, took a sip of wine, pursed his lips, looked down into the wine glass, and muttered to himself: "... So this is the taste."

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