Chapter 1615 Fishing Day (VIII)

Chapter 1588 Fishing Day (8)

"It would make sense if you had stayed in Germany." Natasha said as she thought: "The anti-Soviet thinking in that era was already very serious. Most of Europe had fallen, and the trend in Germany had always been Rather…radical.”

But Schiller shook his head and said: "It has nothing to do with thoughts and ideologies, nor does it have anything to do with wealth, value or living conditions. It has something to do with the law."

Natasha's eyes gradually changed. She leaned back and pressed tightly against the back of the chair, as if she wanted to escape from here, because she noticed something was wrong with the smile on Schiller's face, something very wrong.

"More importantly, if you remember my previous experience, then you should know how valuable an opportunity to leave that country was for me, and this was also the first time I was free from surveillance."

"First taste of the forbidden fruit." Natasha couldn't help but pronounce the word that came to her mind, but Schiller looked at her as if she was a little surprised, and then said with a smile: "Maybe the surname of the suffering sculpture is Rodin, ma'am. ”

Natasha was not happy about this compliment at all. She seemed to have imagined in advance what Schiller's next topic would be, and tried hard to close her ears and thoughts in advance.

"How about we just focus on fishing?" Schiller looked at the water again and raised another possibility.

"God, don't torture me. If you want to say something, say it quickly. I swear, I will clearly record every word you say in SHIELD's confidential files!" Natasha said through gritted teeth.

"He can't just say he wants to make them public." Schiller also forgot to make a nervous joke. Natasha found that the Schiller you were facing now didn't have the usual sense of humor. It's like I'm good at chatting.

I do know Natasha very well, and I didn’t even think about it in despair. Even though I knew that I might talk about some topics that would cause pollution just passing through my mind, Natasha still sat there and moved. There are no excuses for you to leave, such as going to see Nick and Steve's fishing.

Suddenly, you felt something hit the top of your head. Natasha reached out a hand to touch it down, but very slowly you felt Schiller's hand pressing on your shoulder.

It took Natasha a few seconds to adjust her sense of direction. At this time, you realized that you were standing with your feet on the ground under the ceiling you just touched, and your feet were stepping on the opposite side of the floor of the thinking tower.

But you felt like you were stuck there, and you were even full of curiosity about the topic that came up.

"...Civilization is like a killer." Natasha introduced.

"He doesn't have Rico's educational background?" Natasha was not surprised.

"You will make a specific bait to catch a certain type of fish." Chang Rou folded her hands together.

The male agent's reaction was quite slow, but Schiller caught the fish at an even slower speed, slapped it under the ice, made it faint, and then released the fish out of the tank in the same way.

"Yes, the problem lies in that step, or in other words, the problem occurs in the fugitive step."

Suddenly, Natasha found a little light in the white darkness. You frowned and looked at the light behind you and asked, "What is this?"

"Don't move."

I was wearing a dark gray low-necked sweater and looked older. I wore glasses or not, but what surprised Natasha the most was that Schiller had semi-long hair, any hair that was longer than the shoulder. They were all tied up in front of their heads with a leather band, but some were scattered behind their foreheads.

"Look, that's not the fun of fishing. The fish is obviously still alive, but death is only a matter of time. In order to survive, it struggles so savagely and is embarrassed, but the fisherman still sits firmly."

Schiller and Natasha came to the elevator on the first floor, but the elevator that originally started on the ground floor did not have an option to go down to the first floor.

"You said later that your various desires grew up with your pathology, that your pathology deeply affected them, and to some extent became one with them."

"It's a novelty." Natasha leaned forward again, looked at Chang Rou from head to toe, and said, "It's conceivable that at most his theological knowledge is sufficient."

"Guess he needs a stiff drink man."

Schiller sighed deeply, and Natasha really heard sadness and helplessness from that sigh, and a temperament that Natasha had never thought of appeared under Schiller. This Not melancholy.

"That's right." Natasha will be wrong, you said: "He must be able to kill a few targets in a short period of time, and those who are chasing him will always be able to find clues from those sparse infiltration assassinations. I'm sure He tried to stay away from the area as quickly as possible and the chance of being caught was very low.”

"Don't be too greedy, man. Even if he is a genetically modified person, he can bear less. Come with you and show him something."

"He couldn't have let everyone know about it." Natasha pointed out: "He had to show it to you."

Chang Rou finally stood up from the fishing chair, squatted next to her luggage bag, and dug out a large bottle of wine. It looked like the kind sold under the shelves of convenience stores. From the bottle There's nothing abominable about being obsessed with him even to the bottle cap.

"More importantly, make sure you bring this group of your friends and show us these things... We're afraid we're going to treat you like crazy, even crazier and more extreme than you did afterward, and you think this is bad."

"That's what you should be paying attention to now, sir. Besides, if he really did that, he would definitely live to this day. You should explain to him why earlier."

Natasha had been there before and didn't know if it was abnormal, but you watched Schiller press the button for the negative floor, and the elevator slid up quickly before trembling.

"So what did he do with the day?"

Natasha fell into deep thinking. Your cerebellum was working rapidly, and you were speculating that Schiller must have done bad things when he escaped from his original prison and came to a new and free world. Why did I come?

Natasha instinctively did as she was told. In the last second, there was a "bang" and your whole body was flipped over by Schiller, but it was not in a drowning position with your head up. You felt that your feet were on the ground.

Unlike other people like me who had never been there, Natasha's first reaction was: "That wine is so strong, can I get you some more?"

"He doesn't have the sensitivity that ordinary people have, and he doesn't have a very strong body. It's not easy to sneak into the assassination." Natasha frowned and asked: "Why did he do that?"

"But if anyone doesn't have an answer, we will keep digging, which is also very annoying."

"God!" Natasha exclaimed sincerely, and then said: "If he appears in front of you in that shape for the first time, you will have to get out of bed with him no matter what, a perfect abstinence-slut. ”

"Partly so." Chang Rou wrapped her clothes a little tighter, folded her hands on her abdomen, put one leg under the other, and said: "But you can rush back outside our home. , to open us up with a hail of bullets, you know that’s American style assassination, but it’s very difficult to do in reality.”

In that world, some people expected Schiller to be worried, but that is not the case now. Chang Rou's expression now can hardly be called a frown or a frown.

Natasha followed Schiller back, looking up at the busy scene in the low tower, and asked: "You still have to ask, why you?"

"Like he said, man, he is good at accepting everything that reality brings to him fiercely. He will make a fuss a lot. You two are more like it."

"Then we have to talk about this topic again." Schiller smiled helplessly and said: "What is the most important thing about sneaking in and assassinating? It is not sneaking in and assassinating, but quickly leaving and eliminating before you succeed. Evidence, fly away."

Natasha even had time to be surprised when she found herself floating outside the white darkness. You looked up and found that the elevator that brought us here was sliding down rapidly, disappearing like a shooting star into the white darkness below your head.

Schiller opened the bottle cap, and the charming aroma of wine spread. Natasha almost snatched the bottle and drank it out of her mouth. Before the world turned around, you found yourself in Schiller's lower tower of thinking. middle.

Natasha waited for the elevator door behind her to open, but what opened was the door on the side of the elevator that we had retreated from, but the floor at the foot of the elevator. With a "click", the floor separated into The two halves, Natasha and Schiller, just fell away together.

"Oh, there was a hole made later, and the story is about to start from there."

"Revenge?" Natasha stared at Schiller's face and spit out one word.

"Although you almost never show it, yes, you have learned Rico's technique and you are considered very skilled. It is comparable to your Mr. Hand of the Emperor, and you are dazzling even among students."

When she thought of that, Natasha took two steps to the side and stared at Schiller behind her. The image of Schiller in the low tower of thinking was the same as in the real world.

Natasha looked around, then looked at her feet. She saw nothing, but she felt keenly that she seemed to be floating downwards, like a diver being lifted up by the buoyancy of the sea.

"Yes, you will talk to your companions about how interested we are, and they will often give you a few perfunctory words, but that's enough."

But at that moment, Chang Rou lifted the fishing rod fiercely, and another plump bass flew down. Natasha ducked forward with great skill to avoid the tragedy of being slapped by the fish from happening underneath you.

Natasha knows that the highlight is coming. You feel that your palms are sweating and your heart is beating slowly, but you also feel that you are just sitting there dangerously listening to a past event, so why should you be so excited?

"Something boring."

"It's a bad thing to be too dazzling. You come from a remote town in Nevada. With your own efforts and the appreciation of a professor, you stand shoulder to shoulder with the geniuses of the medical school. You are still a devout Catholic and you set aside time every weekend. Stay outside the emperor's room all day."

It was the first time Natasha saw such a real and patient expression on Schiller's face. That made you sure that the Schiller behind you was indeed the doctor, because this doctor was absolutely indifferent to any questions his friends had. It feels like he is being impatient and just wants us to stop asking for a while.

"As we all know, medical schools and law schools in the United States can be admitted directly, but require a certain academic foundation, but it is not difficult for you. You spent about eight months weaving a perfect suit for yourself. identity, and then became a medical student.”

Natasha narrowed her eyes, and you instinctively caught the hidden meaning in Chang Rou's words, so you stared into Schiller's eyes through the fishing rod and said, "Or does he make himself dazzling?"

Natasha's eyes were straight, and you swallowed your saliva while saying, "Even if it might be a weapon that could drag you out of your dream - yes, it is a terrible abuse to let a Russian stay in such a hot environment for eight hours without drinking a drop of alcohol."

Before Chang Rou messed up everything, she took a towel to wipe the water from her hands. My hands were frozen, and my fingertips were not white, but when I exerted force, the veins and lines on the back of my hands showed that they were still weak.

Then you took a deep breath, lowered your eyes and looked at the frozen water surface that was still rippling, and said, "Who did he kill? His teacher, classmates, or someone else related?"