RNP Chapter 2276 Gotham Music Chapter (5)
Chapter 2276 Gotham Music Chapter (5)
Chapter 2276 Gotham Music Festival (XV)
"Helen's situation is special." Schiller racked his brains and said, "She actually existed, but her form of existence is different from ours. Then she merged with your genes, so she has a second life."
Loki narrowed his eyes, as if he had seen through Schiller's trick, but after a while he retracted his gaze and said while washing his hands: "Do you think it is possible that..."
"No way, it's not your problem." Schiller shook his head.
"It is obvious that my mother is not a frost giant, and may not even be a god." Loki lowered his head and said, "I am afraid that Laufey thinks she is not worthy of the stage. If she had noble blood and a prominent status, she would not be abandoned there even if I had a congenital defect. Then the frost giant blood in my body would be diluted."
"The Aesir have lived on Earth for so long, but almost no of their bloodline is left on Earth. This is because once the Aesir bloodline is diluted to a certain extent, the demigods who possess the bloodline will no longer be able to have offspring. This is the Aesir's innate ability to protect their bloodline."
"I don't think that's the reason." Schiller shook his head and said, "Your biological father is the King of the Frost Giants. His strength comes from his noble blood. Even if you only inherited half of it, it is very likely that the concentration of your blood is even stronger than that of an ordinary Frost Giant. The fact that you were abandoned is also the reason why Laufey looked at you as an heir. It's not that you are too weak, but that he has too high expectations."
"Even if we take a step back, half of the blood cannot be said to be completely diluted. If it is the reason you mentioned, then there would not be a pregnancy reaction first and then disappear. This is the key point."
Loki thought about it, dried his hands and slowly walked out of the bathroom. Schiller also wanted to go out, but he met Bruce head-on.
"Don't go yet, doctor. I have something to ask you. How did you create Aisha?"
"what?"
Bruce sighed and said, "Talia asked me how Selina and I gave birth to Elsa, but Elsa was not born to us at all. She was created by you."
"To be precise, it was your professor who did it." Schiller immediately began to shift the blame, "I was sleeping in the tower at the time and didn't know anything."
Bruce looked at him suspiciously, and Schiller shook his head and said, "I guess Pride doesn't know either. There are some coincidences. Aisha was already there, and our actions were just equivalent to giving her a second life."
Although he felt that Schiller was just making up an excuse to get away with it, Bruce had to admit that there was some truth in what he said.
Aisha is actually a parallax monster. We cannot deny that she has a soul and life just because her appearance does not conform to human aesthetics. At most, Aisha is equivalent to a backdoor listing.
The same is true for Helen. She herself is Doomsday, but something happened when she was hatched, which allowed her to possess the human part.
The situations of these two children are too special. The process of their birth has little to do with the steps of human reproduction, so naturally they cannot be used as a reference.
But Schiller was also thinking about why Loki and Talia couldn't be together.
Originally, this was a problem that could only be investigated using an exhaustive method. First, we would rule out their own causes, and then investigate the practice location and environment. Finally, we might have to consider problems with the instrument and the like.
But if there are Wanda and Jarvis as the control group, then the problem is obvious, because Wanda and Jarvis also have racial barriers, but they became together, which means that it is very likely that the problem is that Loki and Talia are not from the same universe.
Schiller thought about the concept of soul synchronization that Professor X had mentioned to him. Perhaps it was because there were slight differences in the souls between the two universes.
Of course, it is also about love. This is Professor X's point of view. Although it is a bit idealistic, it makes sense considering that no one in the world is more suitable for idealism than him.
The metaphor of lighting a fire in the soul of a newborn may have its truth. If you want the flame to burn, there must be another flame to ignite it. If there is neither passion nor love, the flame will be very weak even if it is lit and will easily go out.
When Schiller came out of the bathroom, everyone had almost finished eating. It was obvious that everyone was very satisfied with the meal. Most of them were leaning back in their chairs, drinking the few remaining drinks and chatting with others.
When Schiller returned to his seat, Jason lowered his voice and said to him, "Doctor, what are your plans for the evening?"
"Never, what's wrong?"
"We're planning to go night fishing." Jason couldn't keep the secret secret for three seconds, and he said excitedly, "We mentioned some fishermen's home-cooked dishes, and then we became curious about the conditions under which they were cooked. Bruce happens to have a nice trawling yacht, and we plan to go check it out tonight. Do you want to go?"
There was excitement in Jason's tone, and his expression was more lively than usual. He had actually always wanted to go fishing, but unfortunately fishing in Gotham was a very dangerous activity, it could even be said to be an extreme sport. Alfred did not approve of them taking part in this activity without sufficient armed protection, but for Alfred, there was never enough armed protection, so Jason had never fished.
Now that Alfred was not around, the elders at the table seemed very reasonable, and Bruce was almost convinced 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 asked him to turn around, helped him adjust the loose strap buckle on one side and said, "Are you sure you want to go? The cold sea breeze, the shaking fishing boats, the glaring fishing lights, the sea where you can't see anything, and staying up all night until the sun rises, and then taking a nap on the hard bed when you are too sleepy to open your eyes."
“Oh, God,” Jason groaned. “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, his hands resting on his forearms and said, "My dad went there with a lot of uncles and aunts. I was too young to hold the fishing rod, and I couldn't catch a big fish. I just stared at the sea all night."
"Then let's not drive a trawler yacht," Victor suggested. "Why not drive a big boat? You can fish on the deck, and the environment is much better than on a small yacht."
Lex pulled out his phone and said, "I have a yacht parked not far from Gotham Bay. The employees should not be off work yet. I'll ask them to come over."
Before Jason could say anything, a deafening cheer erupted from Spider-Man's table, and then a large crowd gathered around the table, shouting "yacht party night" and constantly making party dance moves.
Jason showed a desperate look. Schiller touched his head and said with a smile: "You may have to wait until you grow up to do the quiet night fishing like in The Old Man and the Sea. And if you want to fight the big fish in Gotham, you have to grow to at least 200 pounds."
When Victor learned that Schiller was also going, he immediately wanted to take Schiller to play billiard. He said, "I have long wanted to try playing billiard on a yacht. It has a kind of beauty that combines physics and probability."
"Don't count on him," Natasha said aloud, "it will soon be time for him to go to bed."
"Does immediately mean four hours from now?"
"You must be joking." Natasha raised her eyebrows and said, "At most half an hour. He will definitely sleep soundly."
Everyone in Gotham looked at each other. There was actually a Schiller in this world who went to bed early and got up early. The world was really full of wonders.
However, something unexpected happened when they were rushing to the dock. The police car was speeding on the road chasing many gangsters' luxury cars, and as a result, an out-of-control car was stuck in the middle of the road.
The police explained to them that a very serious gunfight had broken out in the North District and the entire district was in chaos. What was even more serious was that the godfather was missing and was suspected to have been kidnapped or even dead. They were now hunting for the murderer.
Everyone knew from Schiller's expression that this was not beyond his expectations, and it was also the only way for Gotham to move towards order.
It took some time to wait for the tow truck to tow away the scrapped car. There was a traffic jam ahead due to the same traffic disturbance. It was almost 10 o'clock when we arrived at the dock.
The people in the car watched Schiller close his eyes and fall asleep in the back seat. When the car arrived at the dock, Schiller was unconscious and seemed to be sleepwalking.
"Doctor? Doctor? Are you still there, doctor?" Jason asked cautiously, "Are you awake?"
"Of course not." Peter said while playing with his phone, "But don't worry, all functions are normal."
Jason obviously didn't believe it. He stood in front of Schiller, stretched out his arms and waved them continuously, as if he was afraid that Schiller would be tripped by something if he walked like that. But Schiller didn't react at all and kept walking forward at a constant frequency.
Peter snapped his fingers and said, "If you ask this, doctor, Tony Stark's consultation fee..."
“Two million dollars an hour.”
"Bruce Wayne's..."
“Two million dollars an hour.”
"Wait a minute." Jason said, "Look, I said he was out of his mind. They are both the richest people in the world, and the inflation in Stark's era must have been more serious than ours. Why is he only worth 200 million?"
"No, this just shows that the doctor is sober, because Bruce's illness is more serious than Stark's. In addition to charging according to the proportion of assets, the severity of the illness must also be considered."
Jason suddenly realized, but quickly said, "No, this is too crazy. Batman is $100 million sicker than Tony Stark?"
"It's Bruce Wayne, not Batman." Peter spread his hands and said, "If it was Batman, the doctor would just say I'm a doctor, not God."
Jason covered his forehead.
In the cool night breeze, a huge yacht stopped at the dock. The fire in the cabin illuminated the slightly dark dock, and also contrasted with the fierce artillery fire in the north district.
With the warm welcome from the yacht staff, everyone boarded the yacht. The brightly lit city became farther and farther away in the field of vision, and the skyline turned into a faint band of light.
Just as everyone was walking towards the interior of the yacht, a bright figure landed in front of the deck. Lucifer landed with his shining wings flapping, shook his head and said, "No one invited me to the yacht night. I am shocked and sad..."
Natasha was stunned, not because of Lucifer's wings, but because she suddenly remembered that Schiller, who was extremely sleepy and had not fallen asleep yet, would be in a trance state, and he had a serious tendency to move toward light when in this state.
"Hey, Schiller, I'm talking about you. How could you not...what's wrong with you? You...Ah!!!!!!"
(End of this chapter)