Chapter 2283 Gotham Music Festival (15)

"Helen's situation is special." Schiller racked his brains and said: "She actually existed, but the form of existence is different from ours. Then she merged with your genes, and she had a second life."

Loki narrowed his eyes, as if he saw through that Schiller was fooling him, but after a while he withdrew his gaze and said while washing his hands: "Do you think it might be..."

"It's impossible, it's not your problem." Schiller shook his head.

"Obviously, my mother is not a frost giant, and may not even be a god." Loki lowered his head: "I'm afraid Laufei thinks she is not worthy of being on the stage. If she has noble blood and a distinguished status, even if I have a congenital defect, I will not If it is dumped there, the Frost Giant bloodline in my body will be diluted."

"The Aesir have lived on the earth for so long, but they have left almost no trace of their blood on the earth. This is because once the Asa's blood is diluted to a certain extent, the demigods with the blood will no longer be able to have offspring. , this is the Asa protoss’ ability to protect their bloodline.”

"I guess that's not the reason." Schiller shook his head: "Your biological father is the King of Frost Giants. His power comes from his noble blood. Even if you only inherit half of it, it is very likely that the blood in your body The concentration is even stronger than that of ordinary frost giants, and you will be abandoned, which is why Laufei looks at you with a look of mercy. It's not that you are too weak, but that he is too demanding. "

"Ten thousand steps back, half of the blood cannot be said to be diluted to the end. And if it is your reason, then there will be no pregnancy reaction first and then disappear. This is the key."

Loki thought about it, wiped his hands and slowly walked out of the bathroom. Schiller also wanted to go out, but met Bruce head-on.

"Don't leave yet, doctor. I have something to ask you. How did you create Aisha in the first place?"

"ah?"

Bruce sighed: "Thalia asked how Selina and I gave birth to Elsa, but Elsa was not born between us at all. She was made by you."

"To be precise, it was your professor who did it." Schiller immediately began to blame it. "I was sleeping in the tower at that time and didn't know anything."

Bruce looked at him suspiciously, and Schiller shook his head: "I guess Arrogance doesn't know. There are some coincidence factors. Aisha was already there, and our actions were just equivalent to giving her a second life."

Although he felt that Schiller was just looking for a random excuse to deal with it, Bruce had to admit that he had a certain truth.

Aisha is actually a parallax monster. Just because her appearance is not in line with human aesthetics, we cannot deny that she has a soul and life. Aisha is at best a borrowed money.

The same is true for Helen. She is the Doomsday herself, but some changes occurred when she was hatched, which allowed her to possess the human part.

The situation of these two children is too special. There are not many steps in the birth process that can be related to the steps of human reproduction, so naturally they cannot be used as a reference.

But Schiller was also thinking about why Loki and Thalia couldn't be together.

Originally, this was a problem that could only be investigated using an exhaustive method. First, we should rule out their respective causes, and then investigate the practice location and environment. Finally, we might also consider problems with the equipment.

But if Wanda and Jarvis are used as a control group, then the problem will be obvious, because Wanda and Jarvis also have racial barriers, but they have become. This means that the problem is likely to lie with Loki and Tully. Ya are not from the same universe.

Schiller thought about the so-called soul homology concept that Professor

Of course, it is also about love. This is Professor

The metaphor of lighting a newborn's soul on fire may have its own truth. If you want the flame to burn, you must have another flame to ignite it. If there is neither passion nor love, the flame will be very weak even if it is lit. Will burn out easily.

When Schiller walked out of the bathroom, everyone had almost eaten. It could be seen that everyone was very satisfied with this meal. Most of them were leaning on the backs of their chairs, drinking the few drinks and drinks left. Chat with others.

When Schiller returned to his seat, Jason lowered his voice to him: "Doctor, do you have any plans for the evening?"

"Never, what's wrong?"

"We are going to go fishing at night." Jason couldn't keep the secret secret for three seconds. He was a little excited: "We mentioned some of the fishermen's home-cooked dishes, and then we started to wonder under what circumstances they were cooked, Bruce There happens to be a nice trawling yacht. We plan to go up there tonight and have a look. Will you go?"

There was excitement in Jason's tone, and his expression was livelier than usual. He had always wanted to fish, but unfortunately fishing in Gotham was a very dangerous activity, even an extreme sport. Alfred did not approve of their fishing. Participating in this activity without sufficient force protection, but for Alfred, there was no time when the force protection was sufficient, so Jason never fished.

But now that Alfred is not here, the elders at this table all seem reasonable, and Bruce is almost moved by them.

What Jason didn't expect was that Schiller didn't answer immediately. Instead, he stretched out his hand and pressed his shoulder to gently pull him over. Then he turned him around and helped him adjust the strap buckle on one side. : "Are you sure you want to go? The cold sea breeze, the swaying fishing boats, the dazzling fish lights, the sea surface where you can't see anything, and staying up all night until the sun rises, so sleepy that you can't open your eyes before looking at the hard Squint in bed for a while.”

"Oh, God." Jason lamented: "Don't be so realistic, I was looking forward to it."

"I went there once, and it wasn't very fun." Tim lay on the table with his hands on his arms: "My dad went there with many uncles and aunts. I was too old to hold a fishing rod and couldn't catch a big fish. The fish stared at the sea all night long."

"Then it's better not to drive a trawling yacht." Victor suggested, "Let's just drive a big boat. You can fish on the deck. The environment is much better than that of a yacht."

Lex took out his cell phone: "I have a yacht parked not far from Gotham Bay. The employees probably haven't gotten off work yet, so I asked them to drive over."

Before Jason could say anything, Spider-Man's table erupted in deafening cheers, and then a crowd of people gathered around the table, shouting about yacht party night, and kept making party dance twists.

Jason showed a desperate look, and Schiller touched his head and smiled: "The old man and the quiet night fishing in the sea that you imagine may have to wait until you grow up, and if you want to play with your brother, To fight Tan’s big fish, you have to be at least 200 pounds.”

When he learned that Schiller was also going, Victor immediately wanted to drag Schiller to play pool. He said, "I have long wanted to try playing pool on a yacht. It is a wonderful combination of physics and probability."

"Don't count on him." Natasha said, "It will be time for him to sleep soon."

"Does it mean immediately after 4 hours?"

"Are you kidding?" Natasha raised her eyebrows: "At most half of the time, he will definitely sleep like a rock."

Everyone in Gotham, look at me and I look at you. In this world, there is Schiller who goes to bed early and gets up early. It’s really a big world full of wonders.

However, there was no accident when they rushed to the dock. The police car chased many gangsters' luxury cars on the road, and an out-of-control car ended up in the middle of the road.

The police officers explained to them that a very serious fire broke out in the North District, and the entire district was in a fight. What is even more serious is that the godfather is missing, suspected of being kidnapped, and may even be dead. They are now hunting the murderer.

Everyone knew from Schiller's expression that this was not beyond his expectation and was the only way for Gotham to move towards order.

It took no time to wait for the tow truck to tow away the scrapped car, and there was another traffic jam ahead due to the same traffic commotion. It was almost 10 o'clock when we arrived at the dock.

The people in the car watched as Schiller closed his eyes and fell asleep in the back seat. When the car arrived at the dock, Schiller was delirious and seemed to be sleepwalking.

"Doctor? Doctor? Are you still here, doctor?" Jason asked cautiously: "Are you awake?"

"Of course not." Pump said while playing with his mobile phone, "But don't worry, all functions are normal."

Jason obviously didn't believe it. He stopped in front of Schiller, stretched out his arms and waved constantly, as if he was afraid that he would trip over something while walking like this, but Schiller didn't react at all and kept walking forward at a constant frequency.

Pump snapped his fingers: "You have to ask, doctor, Tony Sta's consultation fee..."

"Two million dollars a moment."

"Bruce Wayne's..."

"$3 million a moment."

"Wait a minute." Jason said, "You see, he is the only one who is out of his mind. Both of them are the richest men in the world, and Stark's era must have had more serious inflation than ours. Why is he worth 2 million?" ?”

"No, this just shows that the doctor is sober, because Bruce is more seriously ill than Stark. In addition to charging according to the proportion of assets, the severity of the condition must also be considered."

Jason suddenly understood, but quickly said: "No, this is too unconscious. Batman is $1 million sicker than Tony Stark?"

"It's Bruce Wayne, not Batman." Pump spread his hands: "If it were Batman, the doctor would only know me as a doctor, not God."

Jason covered his forehead.

In the cool night breeze, a huge yacht parked on the pier. The fire in the cabin illuminated the slightly dark pier, which also contrasted with the fierce gunfire in the North District.

Under the warm welcome of the yacht staff, everyone boarded the yacht. The brightly lit city became farther and farther in the field of vision, and the line turned into a faint strip of light.

Just as everyone was walking towards the inside of the yacht, a bright figure landed in front of the deck. Lucifer landed with shining wings and shook his head: "No one invited me on the night of the yacht. It's really shocking to me." Shocked and sad..."

Natasha was stunned, not because of Lucifer's wings, but because she suddenly remembered that Schiller, who was extremely sleepy and hadn't slept yet, would be in a hazy state, and he had severe phototaxis in this state.

"Hey, Schiller, it's you, how could you not...what's wrong with you? You...ah!!!!!!"