Chapter 1613 Fishing Day (VI)

Chapter 1586 Fishing Day (6)

Schiller and Natasha came to the farthest ice cave. Schiller put down the chair, stretched out his hand to point to the chair surface of Natasha, and went across the ice cave to support another chair.

Natasha sat down on the first chair and untied the tangled fishing line while saying, "Sure enough, it was right to join a group with you, doctor. The group of people has been completely overwhelmed by the joy of having the fish hooked." Lost his mind and has no gentlemanly spirit.”

"You have to tolerate these gentlemen who have no time to fish all year round to occasionally show their wild side." Schiller walked to the side and picked up his fishing rod, then took off his gloves and started to arrange the fishing line.

Natasha seemed to be adjusting her fishing rod with her eyebrows lowered, but her attention actually stayed on Schiller's hand, especially the veins on the back of her hand that occasionally showed up when she pulled hard on the fishing line.

"Madam, what do you think about fishing and hunting?" Schiller asked while hanging the bait, as if he had found a topic at random.

"It depends on what form they are." Natasha has already hung up the bait and is fixing the boom. The movements of her hands paused for a moment, as if she was recalling and said: "The beauty of fishing It’s in the waiting, and the beauty of the hunt is in the chase.”

"Generally speaking, I prefer to move and take the initiative in my own hands." Natasha slightly shrugged her nose, and when she raised her upper lip, she revealed a wild and ferocious look from her plumpness and beauty.

"In other words, chasing the smell of blood makes me excited, walking through streams and trees, finding every possible trace, and finally capturing the dying prey, dismantling them, and turning them into your own energy. It's so primitive and brutal, but Another adrenaline rush.”

"Which step makes you most excited to kill?"

"Yes." Natasha shook her head and said, "You always torture your prey deliberately, and you also find the screams very harsh. You will kill us very slowly, stabbing into the throat with a knife, and you have no interest in the corpses. "

But the long-dried ink on the painting said a line like this - "A small king, a father in my life, but the latter is not the cause or excuse of the former."

"What’s wrong with you?"

"Do you look violent?" Yuan Shan leaned forward and leaned under the back of the chair, looking up at the fishing line on the top of the fishing rod that was trembling slightly in the wind.

"You would say that, but you would think that the whitewashing process transforms violence into something else. The focus is not on the bloody conflict, but on his patient arrangement and waiting, and finally when he gets an unexpected and generous harvest. This indescribable excitement.”

"He allows all of you to see him again in a state of understanding and feeling nature, and to see a person named Schiller as a kind of existence."

"But you're providing emotional counseling."

"You're Schiller, obviously."

The ugly male agent put his red hair in front of his ears and said: "The key to my interest in you is not you, but myself, or him."

"Control over my life is the lowest level of control." Schiller concluded, and then continued: "When he hunts, his prey, unaware of the hope of survival, has no idea of ​​the approach of safety. But at a certain point, he knew that I was not dead yet, and that kind of information and class gap made him feel superior."

"He looks very civilized, too civilized." Natasha threw the cigarette box aside, blew out the smoke, and said: "I don't even think it's too much to be a gentleman. I must be a doctor in the future. I will be the one who knows how to do it." It doesn’t matter if you invite me or not, you should go and help Professor Charles solve our family-related confusion, or go make jokes with these two guys who are full of fish.”

Schiller pushed up his glasses again, as if trying to find a suitable position for them under the bridge of his nose, before I had to say: "So, you are a doctor."

"A very small number of his prey are women?"

Natasha showed a playful smile, and her eyes seemed to be deliberately hinting at your debauched style. But since you said that, Yuan Shan knew that what impressed you about these people must be their sex.

"What about the sexual aspect?"

By some strange coincidence, Luo Ji took the book up, and then discovered that the book was the same as the few books under the bookshelf. It was older, and the signs of wear and tear were more obvious.

"Well, let's talk about fishing, doctor." Natasha took the initiative to raise another topic.

"There aren't many men either." Natasha shrugged and said, "Many of them are because of personal love, and a very small number are for mission purposes."

"You will always be a small king, but you love your brother and father more than the throne."

Luo Ji's eyelashes trembled, and her thumb pressed hard enough to leave a fingerprint on the bottom of the first page. Then you quickly used magic to erase the mark. You looked up and left as if you were worried about being found guilty. .

"People often say that anglers are fighting with their own patience. The fish is always your opponent. As long as he doesn't have enough patience, we will always take the bait."

Luo Ji opened the first page of the book. There was a line drawing of the Father of the Gods holding thunder and leading the gods. Odin looked very heroic, as always.

"A very small number of us are just consumables for entertainment, but there are not so many that impress you."

"You're all like that, aren't you?"

"Ha, yes, it's Shao Zhong's personality again." Natasha opened her hand and took out a pack of cigarettes from her jacket pocket, and said, "What does he represent? Violence?"

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Then, you turned to the first few pages and found a picture of Thor, with the same comment below, "He will be a small king, but I may prefer to be a bad brother and a bad father."

Luo Ji felt like her heart was beating like a drum. You slowly turned over a few pages, found your name, and saw a sentence below.

Natasha looked relaxed at all. You flicked the cigarette ashes, raised your head and pursed your lips and smiled. Then you looked at Schiller with this smiling look and said: "With him who sees the truth clearly—— Schiller Roderguess - Disasters are nothing in comparison. The disasters that have befallen you in the past have made you see the true face of any small thing... Do you want a cigarette? "

"That's not entirely a bad thing, man." Yuan Shan unscrewed the lid of the cup and said: "When the power of nature shows up and he sees it, it means that some kind of disaster is about to happen."

"What do you originally look like?" Schiller leaned under the back of the chair as if he was aroused, looking at Natasha's face and asked without interest.

"Who is this?"

"Does he think it would be worse to focus on small things? Or is it?" Schiller turned sideways to pick up the thermos cup placed outside the bag, as if he asked specifically.

"If I have to say it, when you gradually master their traces, you can imagine that their chances of survival are increasing, and the small rights of life and death are gradually out of your hands as you retreat. That kind of control Feelings fascinate you.”

"He gets no confusion, sadness, or anger from you that he expects to see in others. You accept everything reality gives you so straightforwardly, and you can even find some fun in it. You are a team. Humanoid, so he is interested in you."

"That's really strange." Natasha suddenly laughed darkly, squinted her eyes and looked at Schiller and said, "Have you ever heard any psychiatrist say that? Could it be that a small number of patients are undergoing emotional counseling? ”

"Don't be ridiculous." Natasha blew out another puff of smoke. You looked closely into Yuan Shan's eyes and said, "For the craziest lunatic in the universe, the sense of slowness that the body can provide is not as good as this." One ten thousandth of the excitement brought about by the completion of a simple plan.”

In Schiller's bedroom on the seventh floor of the psychological clinic in Hell's Kitchen, Luo Ji's fingers stopped under the spine of a book under the bookshelf. The name of this book was "The Complete Book of Norse Mythology".

"Why does he think that future doctors are not interested in him? Does he think his charm is enough to impress you?"

"A...existence (thing)." Natasha tightened her chin slightly and said while thinking: "Like a small nature, it exists around you, but most of it is realized. What you see The surface is only a large part of the whole, and the rest is so small that it occupies any attention. "

"But it was you who accompanied them to fish, but they accompanied you to hunt." Natasha immediately took the initiative again, and you said without any concessions: "He has to be more straightforward to let you Appreciate the beauty of fishing, otherwise it would be up to two guys like Nick and Steve to brag about their catches.”

"Less perspective on emotion."

"Very wrong, doctor." Natasha smiled and said, "A rather violent way to gain a sense of slowness. Maybe that's why you can carry forward the name White Widow."

"The fish has taken the bait."

"But it often requires some exquisite philosophical thinking." Natasha proposed: "Choosing the right fishing rod, choosing the right bait, and the right place at the right time."

"You're sure, but at least he looks worse now." Natasha pinched her chin with the knuckles of her thumb and index finger, looking at Yuan Shan with a scrutinizing and even staring gaze without any hesitation.

The question sounded like a clueless question, but Natasha was very vague, and Schiller had a knack for burying the truth a thousand feet deep in subtle words.

"And now, what makes you less certain is..." Natasha lowered her eyes, took out the cigarette from her mouth, put her wrist on the edge of the chair, tapped the end of the cigarette hard with her fingers, and shook out the ashes. Just before you fell off, you said: "Some concentration you have never felt under him is coming back, making him more like an abnormal person."

The conversation between us didn't feel like a game of chess. He was playing one piece at a time and you were playing a piece at a time. It was just because it was too smooth and not as jerky as a turn-based game. It sounded like small talk.

"Wrong." Schiller nodded and said: "That's the boring part of fishing. Everything is completed in the later stage, and when it comes to the conflict, everything is hidden above the water, and you are more Willing to call it civilized violence.”

"Doctor, he always seems to be hinting at something." Natasha looked into Schiller's eyes and said, "Did he also bury some truth a thousand feet above those words?"

"What does he want to hear?" Schiller asked.

"It's boring." Natasha commented on that point of view, and then said: "Is violence before it is whitewashed by civilization still violence?"

Schiller saw Natasha's eyes from the bottom of her red hair. The eyes were not really flashing, but the invitation was also a real invitation. Just as I was about to speak, the top fishing line shook violently. superior.

"You hate fishing more than hunting." Schiller looked up at the fishing line glittering in the sun and said, "The hunter understands the prey, but the fisherman understands himself."

Let's fish!