The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

Chapter 3135

Schiller smiled and lowered his voice and said, "Of course I have my own reasons for doing this. Besides, it's not a big deal. It's just to make them depressed for a while."

"By the way." He looked at Dr. Strange, who had the power of dreams, and said, "How deep is the dream? They should all have entered a deep dream, right?"

Doctor Strange, who has the power of dreams, nodded and said: "The stronger their desire in the dream, the more devoted they are to this dream, the deeper the dream will naturally be. Although they have not yet reached the lowest level of dream, they can't easily reach it. Will wake up."

"Just let them stay in this state and go deeper."

"what are you up to?"

"Don't worry, just do as I say."

After saying that, Schiller walked up to the people who were still having a tactical seminar and said, "It seems that you guys won't be able to defeat this Hydra tonight. I don't have time to spend time with you here. I'm leaving first."

Stark glared again, but unfortunately he couldn't refute. Why didn't they fight the first time? Everyone could only watch Schiller leave.

Stark took a deep breath and said: "Follow my plan later, let's try again, I don't believe it yet!"

In the real world, Schiller slowly opened his eyes. He sighed softly and asked the air, "What time is it now?"

"3 o'clock in the morning, sir." Ultron's voice came from the electronic alarm clock next to him. Ultron continued: "Mr. Reed is waiting for you in the laboratory. Do you want to go over now?"

Schiller didn't say anything, stretched, got up, got dressed, and walked slowly toward the temporary laboratory in the basement.

Reed was debugging his equipment. He glanced up at Schiller and said nothing. Susan was helping him with the experimental records to check some data.

"How's it going?" Schiller asked.

"It's ready to use." Reed said: "This thing has the same principle as a brainwave amplifier, but it's much more advanced than that. You just need to put people here."

Schiller saw several experimental beds placed at the end of the laboratory. Some equipment was connected below the beds, but there was nothing above.

"Are you sure this will work?" Schiller asked just to be on the safe side.

But this seemed to step on Reed's tail. He jumped up and said: "Of course it works! It can definitely achieve the effect you want! You can't question my technology..."

Susan quickly pulled him and gave Schiller an apologetic look. Schiller shook his head and said, "I'm not questioning your technique, but I'm really not sure whether I can use scientific methods..."

"Since I promised you, of course I can." Reed said with some disdain: "The so-called depths of the stars are just a mysterious dimension. It is not traceable at all. It only appears at regular intervals and only targets specific groups of people. This is the truth behind what is called The Call of the Stars.”

Speaking of his own field, Reed talked eloquently. He said: "The information you gave me shows that in addition to some people who are born with brain waves that are different from ordinary people, another extremely important summoning condition is thinking."

"The disturbance of thinking that we often talk about is actually the process by which the radiation of brain waves changes the world. One person's brain waves are very small and can hardly change anything. But if it is a population or a civilization, their common thinking is powerful enough to Produce disturbance.”

"The retrieval of disturbances caused by certain specific thoughts may be the prerequisite for the stars to appear in front of certain civilizations. As long as we meet their retrieval conditions, they will naturally appear in front of us."

"I want more than just manifestation," Schiller reminded.

"Yes, so I need you to let them focus on a specific image. In this case, the thought disturbance will be more accurate, and it will be easier to lock in a mysterious individual in an entire mysterious dimension, and it will be easier to It’s easy for him to follow this disturbance to check.”

"Okay, I don't care much about the principle. I just hope this can be useful." Schiller said, "Let's go up and move people."

"Susan, you stay here and take care of the equipment, we will be back soon." Reed turned back to Susan, and then suddenly seemed to remember something, and said: "Are you hungry? Do you need us to bring you something? Come back with food?"

"Ah, no need, you can't eat in the laboratory, and besides, I'm not hungry either." Susan smiled at him.

When he turned to go out, Reed's face was red. As soon as he walked out of the basement, Reed grabbed Schiller's sleeve and said, "Your method is really useful. Recently, I have been treating Susan as valuable research material. She responded to me obviously more than before..."

"As long as it works." Schiller nodded and said, "I think you two are almost ready. When are you going to confess your love?"

"Confess your love?!" Reed raised his voice and said, "We have only known each other for a short time. Isn't it a little too early to confess your love now?"

"Not only is it not early, but you must seize this opportunity." Schiller deliberately let it slip and said, "If I successfully summon Hydra, I will tell you how to confess your love with the highest success rate."

Reed clenched his fists and said, "Don't worry, we will definitely succeed!"

The two walked to the guest room on the second floor of the Stone House, opened the bedroom door, and Schiller used the gray fog to drag the sleeping superheroes to the experimental bed in the underground laboratory.

They were still awake, and Reed said with some surprise: "That friend of yours has two brushes."

"They are in a deep dream now and can't wake up easily." Schiller explained: "Dream Power Doctor Strange has absolute control over dreams. As long as Professor X doesn't mess up, it should be completed smoothly."

"How do you know he won't mess up?"

"He may have been here just now, but he won't interfere easily. Mutants have too many concerns."

After that, Schiller turned his head to look at the machine next to him and said: "You only took such a short time to transform those ordinary machines? Are you sure you don't need more..."

"I said no!" Reed was quite confident in this regard. He said: "I dared to agree to your deal at the beginning, so I was sure. Let's get started."

Schiller nodded, and he stepped aside to make room for Reed. Looking at Susan's focused eyes on Reed, he knew that the girl must be fascinated by Reed.

But this is not entirely due to Schiller's assist. Reed's biggest problem is emotional intelligence. The short board of the barrel is too short, so no matter how long the long board is, it is useless. But as long as the short board is supplemented, it is easy to make people realize how long the long board is. The charm of this super genius when he is serious is not something that ordinary people can resist.

Soon, the machine started up. On the surface, there was no change, except that the equipment on the wall facing the experimental bed and the superhero's head lit up.

But Schiller obviously noticed something different. The moonlight coming in from the door became brighter.

At a certain mutation point, Schiller rushed up the stairs and opened the door. He walked through the living room of the Stone House and came to the door, and then came to the field ridge not far away.

Here, the silvery white moonlight illuminated the field like daylight. When Schiller looked up, he saw the shining stars calling him.

Schiller suddenly felt something sticky at his feet. He looked down and saw a gray swamp. Countless bubbles rose from under the swamp, and then more and more heads emerged.

In a trance, some images flashed before Schiller's eyes. He looked up at the moon from a very low place and saw that the ever-changing moon phases were shining with the light of the stars, as if he had become one of countless heads.

He felt that his vision was constantly rising, passing through the muddy swamp and bathing in the moonlight.

When he looked down, he saw his headless body slowly falling down.

"Gray fog!" Schiller shouted.

The next second, he returned to the ridge of the field. Schiller looked around. There was no swamp or head here, only bright and gentle moonlight.

Schiller looked up at the moon, but did not see anything unusual. At this time, he heard the gray fog say: "That is a country where only spirits exist. You need your soul to leave your body to travel in that dimension. Do you want to go?"

"Will you go with me?"

"Of course."

In an instant, Schiller felt that he was floating up again. His body stopped moving, but his vision had risen to the sky.

He flew higher and higher until he was almost face to face with the stars. At this moment, he smelled the smell of the swamp's muddy and rotten smell again. In an instant, he saw himself standing above the swamp again.

"Hydra! Are you there?!" Schiller shouted loudly.

He did not expect this group of Outer Gods to respond to him in a normal way. After all, not everyone is a chatterbox, but not all Outer Gods are blind and stupid and cannot communicate.

They usually put the information needed for communication directly into your brain. Some people cannot bear this knowledge, so they go crazy. Some people can't understand it even if they accept it, so they can only study the truth behind this mysterious knowledge for their entire lives.

But Schiller felt that he could both accept and understand the information of the Outer Gods. After all, Gray Mist was also a member of the Outer Gods, and he could translate it directly for himself.

After shouting out the name, Schiller heard some subtle sounds, a bit like water boiling, but he did not see any moon here. He suspected that the gray swamp under his feet was the moon itself.

"If you can hear me, answer me a question - what was it that passed through the stars and hit you?!"

Instantly, Schiller felt a huge force pulling at his soul. He didn't feel any pain, but the high speed made him dazed for a moment. When he came to his senses, he was already back on the ridge.

"What's going on? Gray fog?"

"What else could it be? He threw us out."

"Did he say anything?"

"Let me see... um... uh..."

"What's wrong? What did he say?"

"He...is obviously impolite."

Schiller was stunned and asked hesitantly: "Did he curse?"

"Yes, and it was quite dirty. Are you sure you want me to translate it?"

"Translate it?"

"Well, to sum it up, it's...'Natalu!'"

"Isn't that too dirty?" Schiller said in shock. After thinking for a while, he said, "Is there nothing else besides dirty words?"

"Yes, it seems to be some memory fragments. Do you want to see it?"

Schiller nodded, and then he felt some pictures appear in his mind. This seemed to be the first person of the Outer God, but the Outer God did not perceive the world with senses like humans. His first person was completely different from that of humans.

In Schiller's view, it seemed like a bunch of garbled codes, various incomprehensible text symbols piled together, and there were mosaics in some places, until a beam of light passed through all the symbols, triggering an unprecedented collapse.

Schiller could only use such abstract words to describe the whole process, because the animated images extracted by Gray Mist looked like a broken computer, and it was really hard to tell what they meant.

"Would you like to hear my opinion?" Gray Mist asked.

"Of course."

"Well, in my opinion, this thing is not a weapon, but a teleporter."

"Teleporter?"