novelonline Chapter 1603 Fishing Day (23)
Chapter 1603 Fishing Day (23)
Chapter 1603 Fishing Day (23)
"Dean Schiller is finalizing tonight's menu, which must include yours, or else you tell me first, and I'll tell him, so that he doesn't have to go this way again." Gwen Spider-Man looked at Natasha and said.
In this whole sentence, Natasha basically only heard the sentence "I'll tell him". When she is not on a mission, the female agent is actually not a person who likes to go around the corner, so she put one hand on Gwen Spider-Man's shoulder, looked at her profile and said. "Look, Gwen, you gotta stay away from Schiller, he's very dangerous, and he's especially dangerous right now, as far away as you can, okay?"
"Oh my God, Natasha." Gwen Spider-Man turned his head and looked at Natasha in disbelief and said, "Don't tell me that the famous Black Widow is also killed. Do you know that you sound like a bitter woman?"
"I'm just a bitch now." Natasha covered her face with her hands, then pushed back the red hair on her forehead, and said.
Different from those classic white girls, Gwen Spiderman is quite smart. She raised her eyebrows and said: "Usually, when a woman tells me to stay away from another man in this tone, it means that they feel threatened. Do I make you feel threatened? Natasha."
"It's always Schiller who threatens me." Natasha shrugged her nose, looked at Gwen Spider-Man and said, "I have to prevent him from mixing that stupid fish with your little lamb."
"I don't understand what you mean at all." Gwen Spider-Man stood up, frowned and looked at Natasha and said, "If you think there is something wrong with Schiller and I, you must be thinking too much. We don't know each other very well. I tried my best to show a cheerful and intimate attitude because I hope he can give me more leave. If you have studied in college, you know how useful this trick is."
"Yes, you may have nothing now..."
"God, I really can't listen to your crazy talk." Gwen Spiderman turned his head aside helplessly, looked at Natasha and said, "I always thought that the female agent who could gain a foothold in S.H.I.E.L.D. would not be the kind of stupid girl in the TV series who is full of love, but now you seem to be more than they are, and I'm not even an adult!"
Natasha is really tired, and now she is in a dilemma. She can neither tell others about the dangerous personalities in the abyss of thinking that Schiller revealed to her, but also has to push Schiller's goal as far away as possible while these personalities are staring at her.
She's well aware that this inconsistency will look very much like she's jealous of keeping other women close to Schiller, but she's not...wait a minute, she could be.
Natasha suddenly had a flash of inspiration. Apart from jealousy, what convincing reason could she have to drive away the fish Schiller wanted to catch?
She is here alone as a riddler, only tormenting herself, other women and even men will feel that her brain is burned out because of her vague hints.
Natasha comprehended and became convinced of a truth at an astonishing speed—rather than pretending to be crazy and torturing herself, why not really go crazy and torment others?
The female agent took a deep breath and let it out, adjusting her facial muscles with a very fine range, and soon showed a charming but slightly cold smile, looked at Gwen and said.
"I'm not used to sharing my prey with other women, Miss Gwen, you have to understand this."
She took a slight step forward, stroking Gwen's face with a little baby fat with her thin and strong fingers that were always holding guns, almost pressing her forehead to Gwen's forehead, and then looked at Gwen Spider-Man with the eyes under the raised browbones and said.
"Before I bite his throat, you'd better stay away from both of us. We will not be responsible for accidental injury."
Gwen Spider-Man was taken aback by the savage aggressiveness in Natasha's eyes, she almost jumped out backwards, and as the spider sensor rang wildly, she shook her head as fast as she could in her life.
"Don't worry, I will definitely stay far away from both of you, that's all! Bye!"
Watching Gwen Spider-Man fly into the reeds like a bird passing by at low altitude, Natasha restrained her expression, crossed her arms, and showed a smug smile.
When the afterimage of Gwen Spider-Man passed in front of Schiller and Charles, the corners of Schiller's mouth raised, showing a smile that was a little different from the past.
"What makes you laugh so happily? Dr. Schiller?" Charles couldn't help asking.
"It's nothing, it's just a fish hooked."
Charles raised one eyebrow and immediately recognized Schiller's voice-over. He fumbled with his tie knot and said, "With all due respect, doctor, I guess some of us might be your bait, but I can't guess who you're after."
Schiller looked at the reeds in the distance, and after staring at the back of Gwen Spider-Man for a while, he turned his gaze back, looked at Charles and said, "Do you have any research on Stockholm Syndrome?"
"Hostage complex?" Charles lightly touched his chin with four fingers, and said after thinking, "This is a very famous case, but I don't have a deep research on it."
Schiller smiled and said, "Really? That rebellious Magneto spent almost half his life circling around you. It's really a beautiful coincidence."
Charles lowered his eyebrows and looked not as gentle and wise as he was during the day, but he still said in that vain voice: "I prefer to call the relationship between us friendship, rather than someone kidnapping someone or threatening someone."
"Everyone who only understands the two of you in general will feel that Magneto has kidnapped you. He keeps creating troubles, destroys the results of your friendship with ordinary people, and makes mutants never have a peaceful life. As a complete good old man, you can only chase after him and clean up his mess."
"Isn't that the truth?"
Schiller squeezed another laugh out of his lungs, but this time it sounded sharp and cold. Instead of continuing the topic, he said: "Most good psychologists will realize when they study Stockholm syndrome that establishing a physically closed space is not the best choice."
"If you put other people in a room and lock them up, you may first attract the attention of officials and law enforcement officers. People have spent more than ten years building up the awareness that laws and rules cannot be provoked. It cannot be eliminated by locking them up for a few days. It is unreliable to use this method to forcibly establish contact."
"Then what is your opinion, doctor?"
"It's nothing more than creating a soft closed space that the victim and others don't notice, in a non-traditional sense. In short, he has to have a reason to pay attention to you."
"Oh, so what should I do?" Charles' eyes closed slightly. This always kind professor would not make serious squinting, which would damage his image, and this kind of sleepy expression actually represented that he was showing aggression.
"Usually, I would prefer to create a situation where the victim can and can only feel a huge threat from me, so that he has to pay a lot of attention to me in order to guard against me."
"This has two advantages. One is that whether they feel threatened or pay attention to it is their own decision, which allows them to feel the greatest degree of freedom and weakens their vigilance caused by certain guiding and compulsive behaviors."
"The second is that they will be willing to pay a lot of price to reduce the pressure brought by this threat, and once they have a compromise, take a step back, there is no turning back."
Charles applauded lightly, but Schiller was not happy about being praised, but said in a normal tone: "Any trick that any psychiatrist would play, professor, and you don't have to feel guilty about it."
The aggressiveness shown in the conversation just now suddenly disappeared, and Charles sighed half nostalgic and half helpless: "I was young at that time..."
"You should be able to imagine that when I was young, I was an ignorant libertine, wandering among all kinds of warblers every day, spinning between skirts, until I met Eric."
"I paid the price for the time I wasted. Eric's suffering and rich experience brought him a much more mature and tough attitude towards life than mine. Not to mention convincing him, it took a lot of effort to resist him persuading me."
"So you started to arm yourself with knowledge?"
"Yes, at first I just wanted to find a way to deal with Eric. His self-contained worldview and extremely tough and decisive attitude are really too..."
"Too attractive?"
"Yes, it's more like personality charm. The Brotherhood of Mutants has done so many crazy things all over the world, and there are still a steady stream of new generations who follow Magneto without hesitation, which is enough to show how attractive Eric is. I plunged into psychology and began to study it. At least 80.00% of it is because of him."
Charles took a deep breath, pinched the armrest of the wheelchair slightly with his fingers, and recalled: "As you said, when you study this subject very deeply, you will inevitably want to try it. I tried it once, pretending that my ability is out of control..."
"He freaked out?"
"Yes, he was terrified. It was probably the first time he realized how powerful I am. Since then, no matter what he does, he has to keep one eye on me."
"It's not months, it's not years, it's decades." Charles shook his head lightly and said, "For half his life, he has had to pay attention to me because he sensed my threat. How could this not establish a deep emotional connection?"
"Do you think it was a mistake?"
"I prefer to say that we have achieved each other." Charles turned his head slightly, and continued: "If there is no pressure from him, I would not want to arm myself with knowledge and brains. I will always be just that dissolute rich boy, and if I don't distract him, he will go farther and farther on the extreme road until he becomes the person he hates the most."
"I like that explanation," Schiller said with a smile.
"It seems that you are also proficient in this, doctor." Charles looked into Schiller's eyes and said, "Or you can study it more deeply than me, and use it more proficiently than me."
"I have indeed used it, and more than once." Schiller pointed his chin with his index finger and said: "The last time I went through the complete process was when I was cheating a lamb, but this time it doesn't have to be so troublesome."
"Because the target is easier to deal with this time?"
"No, because it's milder."
(End of this chapter)