Hearing this name, Schiller opened his eyes wide in surprise, but he did not reveal it, but just looked at the young man quietly.

This young Chinese man is over 1.8 meters tall and has a very healthy body shape, but he does not train himself to be a big guy like many Europeans and Americans. He is still thin, but he can be seen from the muscles of the forearm and has been trained.

The face is not completely Asian, it looks more like a mixed-race, with black hair and pupils, but the eyebrows and the roots are higher, and there are some white characteristics between the eyebrows and eyes.

More importantly, Schiller found that he was not like a Chinese living in the United States at all. Due to the differences in Eastern and Western cultures, there was a big gap in Eastern and Western understanding of expressions.

For oriental people, a smile is actually a smile. Usually, they close their lips, raise the corners of their mouths, and occasionally reveal a little teeth.

But for Westerners, smiles must reveal their teeth, preferably expose their gums, and raise the corners of their mouths high, which is more like an animation of exaggerated paintings.

This is more obvious when taking photos. Although the American native Asians and international students have similar appearances, their expressions and expressions are completely different, and they can even be distinguished by photos alone.

If the young man in front of him was Xu Shangqi, then he should be a Chinese American and should have been here for at least many years.

But now, the young man's appearance and expression look like an international student who has just arrived here. He does not have the overly false American enthusiasm, but instead seems subtle and even shy.

More importantly, Schiller clearly remembers that Shangqi is a master of kung fu. Natasha didn’t bring many agents, and Banner didn’t release Hulk. So how did he get caught here? And he started vomiting blood as soon as he came?

Although the Kung Fu master is not very strong at Marvel, who is dancing with demons, he is not so weak, right?

Although Schiller had doubts in his heart, he did not show it. He just silently wrote his name on the medical record, then looked at Xu Shangqi and asked, "How do you feel now? Why do you vomit blood?"

"I..." Xu Shang opened his mouth angrily, as if he didn't know what to say, but facing Schiller's focused gaze, he was eager to answer something to gain the trust of the doctor, because he knew that the situation he was facing was very bad now, and if he had no ally, he would probably never be able to leave here again.

Natasha's cold attitude did put a lot of pressure on him. This was not a joke. American agents were doing business and clearing the magazine was not the end, but the beginning.

Xu Shang sighed deeply, full of sorrow and sadness. He grabbed his short black hair vigorously and said, "I don't know, doctor, I don't know anything."

Schiller looked at him helplessly and said, "But if you don't say anything, I can't help you."

"I really don't know, I have lost my memory." Xu Shang angrily covered his face with one hand, then lifted his hair, frowned and said, "The police fired in the conflict that day, and they hit me in the back of the head, but a mysterious force protected me and made me not die. But I felt mentally ill, so I ran away in a panic. I was not trying to leave my companion on purpose."

Schiller looked at Xu Shang's angry face, listening to his loopholes, and seemed to have some premonition. He gently patted the guardrail with his hand and said, "Okay, if you insist that you have mental problems, I will conduct a comprehensive inspection of you. If you are accused later, the inspection results will become the decisive factor in your future whereabouts."

Schiller stood up, looked at the young man's face and said, "You have a good rest here, I'll see you tomorrow."

After saying that, Schiller stood up and left, while Xu Shang looked at his back with anger and frowned tightly.

In the middle of the night, the young man who was sleeping in the bed suddenly turned around and stared at the gap in the door. He tiptoed to get up until the lights in the corridor went out.

Feeling the pain in his chest, he whispered a swear word in Chinese, muttered a few more dialects, and tried to use the muscle strength of this strong body to turn over and get out of bed.

He tiptoed to the window, twisted the handle of the window, and found that it was not locked, so he looked around and pushed the window open quietly.

Xu Shang stepped on the edge of the window with one foot and wanted to jump out, but at this moment, a voice came from behind him.

"I advise you not to jump, there are all agents downstairs."

Speaking Chinese.

Xu Shang turned around suddenly. He saw the psychologist he saw during the day, holding the medical record folder in one hand and a glass of steaming water in the other.

Schiller walked to Xu Shangqi's bed and sat down. Shi Ran raised his legs, opened the folder of the medical record book, and said: "Do you fantasize about killing all over the world in the Marvel world and realizing your dream of being a superhero? You think you are the chosen one, so you can definitely escape?"

Xu Shang, who was standing by the window in a hospital gown, widened his eyes in shock, because Schiller said everything in fluent Chinese.

He walked over quickly, grabbed the guardrail of the hospital bed with both hands, and said, "No? So are you, you said 'Marvel', right?... You said???"

"Don't make a fuss."

Schiller's voice was so low that he almost breathed. He took a pen in the dim light and wrote something on the medical record book. Then he tapped the guardrail on the other side with the end of the pen and said, "Sit on the opposite side, and then let's talk about you."

"Please!" Xu Shang opened his hand in disbelief and said, "You traveled over here and became a psychologist?! Or is it a psychologist at SHIELD??? Do you know what will happen in a few years? That purple potato spirit will snap its fingers, and half of the people will die, and that are hundreds of millions of living people!!!"

Xu Shang felt a little broken. He kept walking around the room, covering his arms and said, "On the way to my internship, the taxi hit a big truck. With a 'bang', I knew nothing."

"Opening my eyes again, there was another 'bang' sound, and the bullet hit the back of my head. I heard a scream clearly, and then I felt that my body was as hot as boiling water."

"Suddenly, I felt a chill on the back of my head, bullets disappeared, six or seven policemen pointed guns at my head, but I was not running away because of this. I felt like I was about to explode, and I didn't want to blow them all to death."

Xu Shang's angry became more and more angry as he spoke. He kicked the bed on the bed and said, "I don't know what evil I have committed! It's okay if I traveled through time, I'll even penetrate Xu Shang's body! Don't let me see that Fu Manchu, otherwise I will blow his dog head!"

After saying that, he kicked the foot of the bed again, making a "bang", panting, obviously very angry, and then he shook his head and said, "These American policemen kill without blinking! I watched them knock down two or three parades, and now I have caught me here again, these damn lackeys!"

It can be seen that the young man in front of him is not very good at cursing people. Even if he is in Chinese, there are only a few words to turn around. Suddenly, he seemed to have just come back to his senses and turned to look at Schiller.

He looked at the white man Shiller's appearance and suddenly said, "I heard from your Chinese accent, you should be a Chinese person, right? Forget it, Xu Shang is just as angry as Xu Shang, at least he looks the descendant of the dragon."

Schiller just sat in his seat calmly, watching him exuding emotions for a while, gloating for a while, and quietly making a profile of this young man in his heart.

But unexpectedly, the young man sat beside him, turned to look at him and said, "You are also unlucky enough. You are wearing an ordinary person and you have to work overtime in the world of superheroes."

"But this is also good. Even if Xu Shangqi has cultivated some internal skills, it will be useless to come to me. I can't control the airflow in my body at all. Who said that time travelers can do it without a teacher?"

Xu Shang raised his hand angrily, quite helpless. Soon he sighed softly again and said, "I don't know how my mother is. I know that I died in a car accident. She must be sad. But fortunately, I have an older brother and an older sister, so they can only support my mother."

He raised his head, looked at the room in the mental hospital, and kept it in his heart for many days, saying it like a bean: "You said, this is really strange? I haven't seen Spider-Man swinging around and Iron Man flying by. I still want to take a photo."

"I have only watched movies, not comics. This is probably one of the multiverses Marvel mentioned? Maybe it is the future universe? Hope is the future universe, so I don't have to face the purple sweet potato spirit."

Schiller turned his head and looked at his side face and asked, "Are you going to be a superhero? Go and save your other half from Thanos?"

"Who knows?" Xu Shang shrugged his shoulders and said, "I can't bet. I am the half of the people who survived. Since I have to die early and late, I might as well use my special abilities to fight the purple sweet potato spirit. Maybe God asked me to come here to make up for the tragedy of the movie?"

Xu Shang rubbed his nose angrily and said, "When I saw the end of "Avengers 3", I cried so hard, and I don't know what's wrong. Maybe I'm not willing to die like this."

Schiller pointed to the bed opposite again, and Xu Shang's anger was obviously much more relaxed. He walked over and sat down. Schiller looked at his eyes and said, "I saw a clear stupidity in your eyes. Are you a college student?"

Xu Shang nodded angrily and said, "I just graduated from college and was internship, but I died on the way to the internship."

Before Schiller could continue asking, Xu Shang sighed deeply and said, "Maybe you traveled through time early and didn't see the movie "Shangqi". I found that I almost died of despair after wearing it as Xu Shangqi! You don't know what kind of dick that movie was made!"

"If the actor's appearance can be called subjective aesthetics, the plot rhythm is even more scattered, the composition of the picture is not aesthetic, the costume shape is so morbid that it explodes. After watching it, I was disgusted for a week, vomiting..."

Xu Shangqi made a disgusting expression and hugged his arms and said, "There are no decent oriental heroes in Marvel, they are all damn stereotyped and prejudiced! Fortunately, the original Xu Shangqi was shot and must have been beaten to death, so I replaced him."

"Fortunately, I'm not the idiot in the movie, otherwise I would have jumped into the sea and committed suicide."

Schiller smiled, but at this time Xu Shang rubbed his hands and became excited again, and said, "Maybe, I am the decent hero of the East? After I coughed two mouthfuls of blood, I found that the airflow in my body had weakened, and I seemed to be able to control it a little."

After saying that, he turned to look at the window, and the light of searchlights kept flashing outside the window, and then he turned back and lowered his voice and said, "You don't really plan to stay here like this, aren't you? Are you not going to do something to change the world?"

Schiller nodded softly and said, "I am just an ordinary person, without the super powers of yours, so I'm afraid I have to count on you in this matter. Don't be anxious first, you need to rest. If you want to leave here, I will help you."

Schiller's voice was soft and slow, and every syllable of each word was dragging out. The flickering frequency of spotlights outside the window became faster and faster, and the light in the house began to become unstable.

"Okay, you're right..." Xu Shang leaned on the pillow of the hospital bed with his chest that was still a little painful. His vision began to blur. He said with a sleepy look: "I have to rest for a while first, let's talk about anything tomorrow."

After saying that, his breathing frequency gradually became longer and longer. Until his eye movement speed began to change towards deep sleep, Schiller stood up expressionlessly, walked to the cabinet next to him and took out a bottle of wine, opened the lid, so that the aroma of wine spread throughout the room.

Soon, Schiller came to the foggy consciousness space. There was no tower of thinking, only very scattered fragments, which were a very typical spiritual space for ordinary people.

Schiller looked around and then found a curled figure in the center of all the fragments. He was a very ordinary Chinese young man with a pair of myopia mirrors. He had an ordinary appearance and no unique temperament, just like a boy who could be seen everywhere in the university town.

Schiller found his memory about himself in many fragments. The boy was not surnamed Xu and Chen. His life experience also shows that he was indeed not an indigenous person of this world, not brainwashed or hypnotized, but was indeed reborn from a backdoor.

Schiller stood there and thought for a while, and he wanted to see why this time traveler came here.

Schiller doesn't like this kind of thing beyond control. If it happens, the root cause must be found. He doesn't think it's all a coincidence.

When he was in the DC world, Schiller had heard Lucifer say that the Book of Destiny, which records fate, not only the indigenous people of this world, but also many souls who have misunderstood into this world. Not long after they came here, they would be written into the Book of Destiny by fate, just like Schiller had encountered it.

Lucifer's explanation for this is that the endless universe and world will inevitably make some mistakes. Even if these wandering souls are reborn, they will not cause much damage.

Even if anything can be changed, it is just one or two universes. Few gods pay attention to them. If they make a big splash, they just throw that universe out...except Schiller.

After learning about the multiverse, Schiller had heard of some unusual events from Spider-Man, such as a character that suddenly appeared in a certain world that had never appeared in a comic, opened a big company, beat Thanos, and fucked superheroes. Schiller knew that these people might be the ones who accidentally traveled here.

However, since Xu Shangqi was so lucky to travel to him, he would of course use the easiest way to find out his background and make sure that this was not a conspiracy.

Schiller looked back at Xu Shangqi's memory and wanted to find the fragments of the time when something happened to him, but just as countless memory fragments passed by his eyes, Schiller captured a familiar face.

The next second, his pupils suddenly shrank.

The next morning, Xu Shang woke up from his sleep. He rubbed his eyes hard, stretched his waist, yawned a big yawn, and then found that the doctor from yesterday had pushed the door in again.

But the difference is that he was holding a familiar food box in his hand, which looked like he had ordered breakfast from Chinatown. Schiller sat next to Xu Shang's angry side again, and looked at him with a smile and said, "You fell asleep yesterday, and there are still many things I haven't asked about. We can talk about it again today."

Xu Shang stared at the food box that smelled smelly, swallowed his saliva, and said reluctantly: "I have told you so much, you haven't told me your story yet."

Schiller lowered his eyes and said, "My story has nothing to tell. I am an orphan, without parents, and no family. When I came here, I was alone and had nothing to worry about."

Sure enough, after hearing this, Xu Shangqi showed a sympathetic expression, but soon he became a little depressed again, and his movements of opening the food box became a little slow.

"My mother and my brother, my sister must be very sad." Xu Shang pursed her lips angrily and said, "My mother called me a few days ago and told me not to go out to work during the summer vacation and go back early. If she knew..."

Xu Shang's eyes became redder and redder, but Schiller unintentionally opened the lid of the food box, placed the fragrant food in front of him, and asked: "Have you heard you say that your father is a single-parent family?"

Xu Shang nodded absent-mindedly and said, "When I was just born, my father owed gambling debts and ran away. My mother, my brother and sister raised me."

"Great Mother, what job does she do?"

"Nurse, she's a nurse."

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