Chapter 1032 Shocking the Ordinary People (Part 9)

Chapter 1034 Shocking the World (9)

"We have to analyze this matter in two parts..." Schiller placed two beer bottles and cans on both sides of the table.

"The last era and this era, your personality and your mission." Schiller planned to finish the cold beer first, so he put the liquor aside, sorted out his thoughts, and then said:

"You are from a previous era, right?"

Steve nodded with his head lowered, raised his head and took two more sips of wine. Schiller dipped his fingertips into the spilled wine, drew a pattern on the table, and then said: "Now, we are going to Are you sure, do you follow your personality or your mission more?"

Schiller's body language has obviously changed. When expressing the two parts, his hands kept waving in the air, but this was easier for Steve to understand. He asked: "Are you asking about me?" Do you think you're Steve, or do you think you're Captain America?"

Schiller also nodded. Steve looked ahead blankly, as if alcohol had interfered with his thoughts. After a while, he said, "For a long time, people called me Captain America." , I also felt that I was Captain America, so at that time, I was Captain America.”

"But after I woke up, I felt like I was Steve again. I don't know what happened to me. Maybe I have a split personality."

"No, you don't. You have to listen to a professional psychiatrist..." Schiller repeated again. He said: "You don't have dissociative identity disorder. This is very normal..."

"Part of human's understanding of himself comes from society's need for him." Schiller first put forward a theory, fearing that Steve would not understand, he continued:

"Society needs Captain America more. The identity of Captain America can make you feel needed and allow you to prove your worth. Then you will feel that you are Captain America."

"At that time, the United States needed to recruit soldiers, and recruiting propaganda figures was needed. You knew that you were contributing to the country, so you willingly became Captain America."

"But when you wake up, Captain America is already dead. No one will have any expectations for him. No one needs you anymore. If you can't be Captain America, naturally you can only be Steve."

Schiller took two sips of beer, threw the bottomed beer can aside, and took over the bottle of liquor that Steve had opened before. He lowered his head and said, "It seems like you are more inclined to the United States." Captain, but this may also be a product of social and environmental domestication.”

"Let's not talk about the cause for now, let's just look at the result. Being Steve is just a forced choice between you and Captain America. In your heart, you still want to be Captain America."

"It's just that now, after all, it's a peaceful era. A few bad guys occasionally pop up. Their abilities don't match yours. It's easy to solve them. Finally, a Hydra comes to fight you. They haven't caused trouble recently. , you won’t feel needed anymore.”

"Without this sense of imminent mission, you will start to think randomly, think about philosophy, and think about the meaning of life. This is the source of your anxiety. You want to be needed."

Steve was silent for a while, but he still nodded and said, "Am I like a warmonger? A violent maniac who looks forward to war every day..."

Schiller shook his head vigorously and said: "I've said it before, don't define yourself easily, you should listen to a professional psychologist..."

"The highest human need is to realize self-worth. This is a normal emotion that everyone will have. Look at Spider-Man, why did he change from a street hero to a scientific researcher? It's because, in the laboratory, He is needed more."

"Although the work in the laboratory is more tiring and complicated, and the scientific research is very boring, there is no fun at all, and it is not as interesting as wandering around New York, but he is still willing to do it because he is needed. "

"This kind of emotion of wanting to be needed and reflecting self-worth can even overwhelm reason in many cases. For example, you know that this job is hard and unprofitable, but sometimes you just continue to do it because the project has left you. , it won’t be transferred.”

"If you look at Captain America as a project, you are indeed the core of this project. Without Captain America, all their publicity plans will become a bubble."

Schiller took two more sips of wine, and his speech became even more unclear, but his thoughts were far away but his will was clear. In other words, the psychiatrist's analysis had become his instinct, even when his brain was paralyzed by alcohol. Able to point out problems sharply.

"The cause of your illness is that you fell from an environment where you were highly needed to an environment where you were not needed at all. The gap in the degree of self-worth realization makes you feel very sad."

Schiller took a deep breath, tried hard to open his eyes, and then said: "Returning to what we said before, the two-part question..."

"You are the Captain America of the previous era, and the Steve of this era. It can be seen from your previous attitude that you still like the identity of Captain America of the previous era. You feel uncomfortable with the identity of Steve of this era. Confused."

"You have always been very nervous and want to regain the identity of Captain America from the previous era, that is, the perfect man in that golden age, who knew everything and had everything under control... You have always dreamed of being in this state. ”

"But the reality is that part of it is because you are unwilling to adapt to this impetuous era, and part of it is because the times are indeed developing too fast and gradually out of your control."

"I guess you will feel anxious and stimulated to lose control because of Spider-Man's suit. In fact, it is not only because the scene of his death has left a shadow in your heart, but also because of the attitude of the public towards several generations of Spider-Man."

"In your opinion, it is absurd and ridiculous to praise the first generation Spider-Man who has already died and belittle the second and third generations of Spider-Man. It is even more incredible that a hero who saves people is still reviled by the whole people."

"You know the truth of this matter, that is, the first generation Spider-Man and the third generation Spider-Man are actually the same person, which makes you feel absurd because of their completely different treatment."

"One has been blown up to the sky now. At a certain time, his reputation even exceeded Iron Man and Captain America. The other is now in the public opinion. He is at the center of the controversy, and everyone is spitting at him, saying that he is a second-generation rich man who doesn't know what he is talking about..."

"But they are all Peter Parker, and you know this, which further proves the prejudice in your heart, that is, people of this era are far inferior to those of the previous era, and are all a group of hypocritical and impetuous young men..."

"Such prejudices are constantly strengthened, which gives you more reasons to escape the lifestyle of this era. Anyway, they are all a group of bad people, why should I learn their lifestyle? Why should I integrate into their society?"

"The more you look down on people of this era, the more you want to work hard to prove that the spiritual banner of the previous era is a perfect person, so the more you dare not make mistakes, the more nervous and anxious you are..."

"So, the most professional psychologist, what do you think?" Steve burped again, leaned back on the sofa, revealing his chest and neck that he had been covering up. Obviously, he was a little drunk.

However, to Steve's surprise, Schiller did not speak at length, but remained silent until Steve called him: "Schiller? ... Schiller?"

Schiller seemed to wake up suddenly. After a while, he closed his eyes and shook his head, then said: "What do you think I can do? If I had a way, would I still be an American psychiatrist now?"

Hearing this, Steve suddenly remembered Schiller's identity in a daze. He was also a former Soviet remnant.

"Oh, yes, I forgot, you are a Soviet." Steve leaned to one side, curled up on the edge of the sofa, and drank two more sips of wine, completely ignoring the spilled wine soaking his shirt.

"Well, the Soviet Union won this time." Steve covered his eyes and said, "After such a long time, we meet again. You are the doctor and I am the patient."

"Wasn't it like this before?" Schiller leaned forward, stared at Steve, and said vaguely: "Only the Soviet Union can cure the hypocrisy, exaggeration, and lack of practical work of the United States..."

Steve suddenly laughed, and the wine that he had not completely swallowed made him cough. He leaned forward again, nodded continuously and said, "Yes... yes... It has always been like this. We... We are doctors and patients to each other..."

"Steve, listen..." Schiller stretched out a hand, and Steve focused his eyes on his hand. Schiller Shaking a finger, like those who start to brag when drunk, he said:

"I deceived the military, threatened Congress, and even blew up a lot of important people. They were all fooled by me..."

"I am a liar, a bad person, and have no moral bottom line. If I want to do something, no one can stop me..."

"But...but..." Schiller took another sip of wine, as if he was trying to stay conscious, and said: "I have learned from my unscrupulous practice...the last era can't come back, don't dream, Captain America, the red giant can't come back, and the golden beacon can't come back..."

"So, I am still lucky?" Steve coughed twice, and then said: "The American spirit is gone The golden age is gone, but at least the country is still there..."

"That's it...that's it...you American, are you satisfied?" Schiller slammed the bottle on the table and said, "I can never go back to my country again, never...never...never..."

"She's still there, but she's not the same girl anymore, they're different..." Schiller kept mumbling incoherently, and Steve was also saddened by the deep sadness in his tone and emotions, so he stretched out his hand with some trembling, pressed Schiller's shoulder and said:

"You can stay here, this is also your home, because there are your friends here, we are all your friends... ..."Steve covered his chest and retched for a while, then wiped his mouth and said:

"History will remember everything your country has done, and your friends will remember everything you have done..."

"You should say this to yourself." Schiller looked at Steve's eyes with a straight look and said: "If you can comfort yourself like this, you don't need a professional psychologist like me..."

"I found out that you really care about whether you are professional or not..." Steve began to giggle, his low laughter echoed in the room, and the air kept vibrating. He laughed and said: "You are so drunk, and you still emphasize that you are a professional psychologist..."

"I'm not drunk." Schiller shook his head vigorously and muttered: "I can write you a pathological analysis right now. The wording is rigorous, the sentences are beautiful, and the punctuation marks are correct..."

Steve laughed harder, and the anxiety and depression, along with the chaos and madness brought by alcohol, completely dissipated.

The two of them sat on both sides of the table, like a doctor and a patient across the table, comrades and friends who spoke freely and without scruples, and like a previous era where they waved and greeted each other across the Pacific Ocean.

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Steve covered his face and couldn't help laughing. After a while, he recovered and said, "You know what? You and Howard are really alike."

"After he was drunk, he wrote me a 20,000-word article on the anti-gravity of automobile wheel hub transmission system... and some possible research on it. Then he dragged me and made me listen to his thesis report, and he still blamed me. Why don't you ask him questions..."

"Then he is so unprofessional. Does he still think he is a college student?" Schiller also started to laugh, and then said: "I have always been the only one who picks other people's problems. In this world... there is no one... better than me... More professional…”

The bottle of wine in Schiller's hand was loose, and he was leaning on the side of the sofa, as if he was drunk.

Seeing that he was completely drunk, Steve took a few deep breaths to make his modified heart beat faster. After speeding up the blood circulation, the alcohol would be metabolized faster.

After regaining his consciousness a little, Steve helped Schiller up. This time, he was sure that Schiller was really drunk, because a drunk person is different from an ordinary sleeping person. A drunk person is helped up , it was dead and heavy.

The next morning, when Schiller woke up from bed, he covered his head that looked like it was about to split, and said to Hui Wu: "I asked you not to filter the alcohol, but you won't let the feeling of hangover be so real. Bar?"

Hui Wu grunted aggrievedly, and just as he was about to explain, Schiller heard the bedside phone ringing. He endured the discomfort, answered the phone, and then said: "Hello?...What did you say? Stark's The anxiety attack happened again, what happened to him? "

"Have you had a quarrel with Peter?? How could the two of them have a quarrel??... It seems that things are very complicated. Okay, I'll go there right away."

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