bookbashuk Chapter 3669 Evil Force (7)
Chapter 3669 Evil Force (7)
Chapter 3669: Evil Force (VII)
The strangeness of how things developed was beyond Schiller's imagination.
It was early summer in New York. The sun was shining, the breeze was gentle, and the trees were lush. In the parking lot surrounded by shrubs and flower beds, the brightly painted luxury cars were shining beautifully. At the end of the wide highway, the blonde beauty on the huge three-sided billboard had a bright smile. Everything looked like a comedy road movie from the last century.
Schiller stood at the entrance of his own nursing home, looking at a devil dressed as himself, and found a brave man who aimed to defeat the devil to exorcise the devil for his nursing home. The brave man's brother, who was also the devil's subordinate, was standing next to him drinking soda.
This strange scene made him wonder whether he should go up or not. He didn't even know which of the three people were volunteers, or whether they were all volunteers or none of them. Now it seemed that the latter was more likely.
The "self" standing under the shade of the tree at the entrance of the sanatorium had almost no flaws in appearance: he was wearing a doctor's uniform and a pair of glasses, and looked gentle and refined, which made people feel very likable.
Danny knew Schiller. He had worked with this psychiatrist before when he formed Midnight's Sons, but they didn't have a deep friendship, they were just acquaintances. However, this doctor had once tactfully reminded him that he might have a problem with his mental state, but he didn't pay attention to it at the time, and now it's a bit embarrassing to think about it.
Danny wanted to see a psychiatrist, but he had no fixed residence, so he could not receive community counseling, and private psychiatrists were too expensive. Even if his brother saved money, he could not afford it for a while.
He thought that no matter whether he could get the money or not, he must do a good job this time, even if it meant getting a few more psychological counseling sessions, so he behaved extremely cautiously so that Schiller would have a good impression of him.
Mephisto was even more nervous. He had never expected that when he found someone to exorcise the demon, he would find Schiller's friend. He had failed to fool Stark before, and now there was another one. What if he was exposed?
Schiller was also speechless. In order to hide his true identity as "Moonlight Knight", he never revealed his true face in front of Danny. In other words, in Danny's impression, he was just a very gentle psychologist. And Schiller played by Mephisto happened to be that kind of very gentle psychologist, which led to Danny not being able to see any problems at all, and naturally it was impossible for him to expose Mephisto.
And now, Schiller, the real owner of the sanatorium who pretends to be a folklorist, has to get involved in this mess to prevent these two people from demolishing his house. He really wants to ask everyone, including himself: What on earth are you doing? !
How did the situation develop into such a weird state? !
Actually, it all started with Mephisto. When he decided to play Schiller, he naturally had to go to Schiller's usual workplace. However, he had investigated before and found that Schiller had a sanatorium in the suburbs of New York, where all the rich people lived. It was called a sanatorium, but it was actually more like a social club.
Mephisto didn't take this job seriously at first. He thought that Schiller, a psychiatrist, should focus on SHIELD. After all, SHIELD had so many agents and superheroes, which was enough to cause headaches. This sanatorium was just a tool for him to make money. There were doctors and nurses under it, so he didn't need to go there himself.
But within two minutes of arriving, he realized he was totally wrong. He was admiring the office decoration when a nurse rushed in: "Doctor! Aigwei in room 3012 is sick again! He stuck his head into a flower pot and broke four of them! Please go over and take a look!"
"He stuck his head into a flowerpot?" Mephisto asked in surprise, "Why did he stick his head into a flowerpot?"
The nurse looked at him with a more surprised look and said, "Because he thinks he is a cactus. Didn't you dig a sand pit in the activity area for him so that he could feel at home? Don't you remember?"
Mephisto opened his mouth and closed it again, then nodded and said, "Yes, I remember. How about we give him some medicine?"
"You must have forgotten!" The nurse said in a slightly reproachful tone, "Eglvith is allergic to tranquilizers, so sedatives cannot be used. If you prescribe medicine for him, make sure you don't make the wrong order!"
"Oh, okay." Mephisto thought that he couldn't go too far, at least he had to pretend to care about the patient, so he said, "Then let's go over and see him."
He followed the nurse all the way to the third floor, where many medical staff were already standing. He squeezed through the crowd and saw a young man with brown hair sitting on the ground, with a flower pot on his head and many flower pot fragments scattered on the ground. Two nurses and a doctor squatted beside him to persuade him.
"Why not take him away?" Mephisto asked.
He saw that the young man's face was scratched, and his body and clothes were covered in dirt. A poor fiddle-leaf fig was lying in the corner, and it was obvious that someone had violently pulled it out of the pot.
The nurse looked at him in great surprise and said, "We can't take him away. It's impossible."
Mephisto looked at the stretcher next to him, then at the thin arms and legs of the young man, wanting to say something, but afraid of exposing himself. Fortunately, the nurse muttered, "Didn't I tell you? He now thinks he is a cactus. If we go over to pull him, we will get hurt..."
Mephisto arranged and combined this sentence in his mind many times, but still couldn't figure out its original meaning. He could only sigh that the English language was developing so fast. In just a few hundred years, it had been arranged and combined into a form that he could not understand.
Mephisto was about to say something when another nurse came running over and said, "Doctor, Reid downstairs invites you to see his artwork. Do you want to go over and take a look? You'd better go now because the cleaner has been waiting for a long time. Reid said that if you don't go, he won't let the cleaner in."
Mephisto had a bad feeling, but he didn't know how to deal with this "vegetative man", so he thought of taking advantage of the situation and finding another patient, which might be easier to deal with.
As a result, he followed the nurse to the fourth floor of the building next door. Before he even went upstairs, he smelled a terrible stench. He had to actively shut down his human sensory system and adopt a devilish way of looking at the world to avoid being suffocated.
He walked to the door of the ward at the end with some hesitation. When he opened the door, he saw a huge King Solomon's Circle painted on the floor of an empty room - the source of the terrible stench.
If Mephisto's judgment was correct, this huge magic circle should be drawn with human excrement. It's not that he has any in-depth research on human excrement, but the young man squatting next to him was not wearing pants and seemed to be working on making some raw materials for artistic creation.
Mephisto took a half step back very seriously, but when he turned around and looked, he found that the nurse and the cleaner waiting on the side all looked accustomed to it. For a moment, he didn't know whether he should really express his feelings.
He only knew that if any human dared to summon him with such a magic circle, he would immediately rush to the Sanctum Sanctorum to seek legal assistance. Strange, look at the soldiers you brought with you!!!
He didn't even want to talk anymore, he just waved his hand and asked the cleaner to go in and clean up the room. The cleaner went in to work, and before Mephisto could breathe a sigh of relief, the young man who was making the raw materials turned around and looked at him: "Doctor! Doctor! King Solomon responded to me! He told me that I can be discharged from the hospital soon!"
Mephisto didn't know what to say, so he just nodded perfunctorily. Unexpectedly, the young man suddenly picked up the excrement on the ground and threw it at him. Mephisto dodged it quickly and almost couldn't help but roar in anger.
The nurse hurriedly closed the door and said, "He may feel that you are perfunctory. Why don't you talk to him about the 72 Pillars of God today? He really likes to hear about it."
Mephisto opened his mouth to say something, but in the end he said nothing. He just turned around and wanted to go to his office, but he was stopped by a group of people again.
"Hey, doctor, good morning. Are you free now?" The young man in the lead was wearing a sweatshirt and had golden curly hair. He looked normal. Behind him was a black-haired woman and a black man.
"what happened?"
"Nothing, it's just that you haven't finished telling us about Stark's experience in developing the armor that you promised to tell us last time. You said that you went to play Warcraft together after that party, so did you go there? Who was better?"
"Sorry, I have something to do right now." Mephisto still had no idea what he was talking about, so he could only smile and say, "I'll come find you guys when I'm free."
"Okay." The young man shrugged.
Mephisto had just left the building when he heard a crackling sound in the backyard behind the building. He quickly went around along the path next to it and saw the young man who had just asked him the question holding a gun that Mephisto didn't know what model it was, "firing it".
Although he didn't know the specific model of the gun, Mephisto could tell it was an automatic weapon. His method of distinguishing automatic from non-automatic weapons was simple: as long as it fired fast enough, it must be an automatic weapon.
"What are you doing?!" Mephisto shouted at him. As a result, the young man turned the gun towards him.
Mephisto was surprisingly angry. Just as he was about to open his mouth to scold, the young man put away his gun, smiled and said, "Doctor, I can see that you are in a bad mood today. Just come over and shoot a few times, that's what my father told me."
Mephisto couldn't help but ask, "Your father lets you point a gun at anyone?"
"Yeah, so he was shot more than 50 times by the police and became like a piece of cheese dropped into cherry juice. Hahahaha."