amaotonovel Chapter 3135 "Romantic" Wedding Season (55)
Chapter 3135 "Romantic" Wedding Season (55)
Chapter 3135 "Romantic" Wedding Season (Fifty-Five)
Schiller smiled and lowered his voice, saying, "Of course I have my own reasons for doing this. Besides, it's not a big deal. It just makes them depressed for a while."
"By the way." He looked at Doctor Strange, the power of dreams, and said, "How deep are the dreams? They should all have entered the deep dream, right?"
Doctor Strange, the power of dreams, nodded and said, "The stronger their desires in the dream, the more they devote themselves to the dream, and the deeper they will naturally enter the dream. Although they have not yet reached the lowest level of the dream, they will not wake up easily."
"Just let them stay like this, and go a little deeper."
"what are you up to?"
"Don't worry about it, just do as I say."
After saying that, Schiller walked over to the group that was still holding a tactical discussion and said, "It looks like you won't be able to defeat this Hydra tonight. I don't have the time to waste with you here. I'm leaving first."
Stark was furious again, but unfortunately he couldn't refute it because they didn't win the first time. Everyone could only watch Schiller leave.
Stark took a deep breath and said, "Let's follow my plan and try it again. I don't believe it!"
In the real world, Schiller slowly opened his eyes, sighed softly, and asked to the air: "What time is it now?"
"3 a.m., sir." Ultron's voice came from the electronic alarm clock next to him, and Ultron continued, "Mr. Reed is waiting for you in the laboratory. Do you want to go over now?"
Schiller said nothing, stretched, got up, put on his clothes, and slowly walked towards the temporary laboratory in the basement.
Reed was debugging his equipment. He looked up and glanced at Schiller without saying anything. Susan was helping him by checking some data with the experimental records.
"What's going on?" Schiller asked.
"It's ready to use." Reed said, "This thing is similar to the principle of the brain wave amplifier, but it's much more advanced. All you need to do is put the person here."
Schiller saw several experimental beds at the end of the laboratory. There were some equipment connected to the bottom of the beds, but there was nothing above them.
"Are you sure this will work?" Schiller asked just to be on the safe side.
But this seemed to have touched Reed's tail. He jumped up and said, "Of course it works! It will definitely achieve the effect you want! You can't question my skills..."
Susan quickly pulled him away and gave Schiller an apologetic look. Schiller shook his head and said, "I'm not questioning your skills, but I'm not sure if scientific methods can be used..."
“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 untraceable at all. It just appears at regular intervals and only targets specific people. This is the truth of the so-called Calling of the Stars.”
Reed spoke eloquently about his own field. He said, "The information you gave me shows that, apart from some people who are born with abnormal brain waves, another extremely important summoning condition is thinking."
"The disturbance of thought that we often talk about is actually the process by which brainwave radiation changes the world. The brainwaves of one person are very small and can hardly change anything, but if it is a population or a civilization, their collective thinking is powerful enough to cause disturbances."
"And the search for 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 search conditions, they will naturally appear in front of us."
"I want more than just manifestation," Schiller reminded.
"Yes, so I need you to have them focus on a certain image. This way, the mental disturbance generated will be more precise, making it easier to lock onto a certain mysterious individual in an entire mysterious dimension, and also easier for him to follow this disturbance to check."
"Okay, I don't really care about the principle, I just hope this works." Schiller said, "Let's go up and move the people."
"Susan, stay here and take care of the equipment. We'll be back soon." Reed turned around and said to Susan. Then, as if he suddenly remembered something, he said, "Are you hungry? Do you need us to bring you something to eat?"
"Ah, no need. You can't eat in the lab, and I'm not hungry." Susan smiled at him.
When Reed turned to leave, his face was completely 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 a valuable research material. She has obviously responded to me more than before..."
"As long as it's useful." Schiller nodded and said, "I think you two are almost ready. When do you plan to confess your feelings?"
"Confession?!" Reid raised his voice and said, "We've only known each other for a short time. Isn't it a bit too early to confess now?"
"Not only is it not too early, but you must seize this opportunity." Schiller deliberately kept it a secret and said, "If I succeed in summoning Hydra, I will tell you how to express your feelings with the highest chance of success."
Reed clenched his fist and said, "Don't worry, it 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 really hadn't woken up yet. Reed said in surprise, "Your friend is quite capable."
"They are now in a deep dream and cannot wake up easily." Schiller explained: "Doctor Strange has absolute control over dreams. As long as Professor X doesn't mess with them, it should be possible to complete the task smoothly."
"How do you know he won't come and cause trouble?"
"He may have been here just now, but he won't intervene easily. Mutants have too many concerns."
After saying that, Schiller turned to look at the machine next to him and said, "You transformed those ordinary machines in such a short time? Are you sure you don't need more..."
"I said no!" Reed was quite confident in this regard. He said, "I was confident when I agreed to the deal with you. Let's get started."
Schiller nodded and stepped aside to make room for Reed. Looking at the focused look Susan was giving 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 his 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 made up for, it will be easy for people to realize how long the long board is. The charm of this super genius when he is serious is not something ordinary people can resist.
Soon, the machine started up. On the surface, nothing seemed to have changed, except that the equipment on the experimental bed and on the wall facing the superhero's head lit up.
But Schiller obviously noticed something different: the moonlight coming in from the doorway had become brighter.
At a certain sudden moment, Schiller rushed up the stairs and opened the door. He walked through the living room of the Stone House to the outside, and then came to the ridge of the field not far away.
Here, the silvery moonlight illuminated the fields as bright as day. 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 the bottom of the swamp, and then more and more heads popped up.
In a trance, some images flashed before Schiller's eyes. He was looking up at the moon from a very low place and saw the ever-changing phases of the moon shining against the light of the stars, as if he himself had become one of the countless heads.
He felt his horizon rising, through the muddy swamp, bathed in moonlight.
When he looked down, he saw his headless body slowly falling down.
"Gray fog!" Schiller shouted.
The next second, he was back on the ridge of the field. Schiller looked around and saw no swamp or head here, only bright and gentle moonlight.
Schiller looked up at the moon, but didn't 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 come with me?"
"of course."
In an instant, Schiller felt that he was floating again. His body stopped moving, but his vision had already risen to the sky.
He flew higher and higher until he was almost face to face with the stars, and then he smelled the muddy, rotten odor of the swamp again, and all of a sudden he saw that he was standing above the swamp again.
"Hydra! Are you there?!" Schiller shouted.
He did not expect this group of Outer Gods to respond to him in a normal way. After all, not everyone is a talkative Naya, but not all Outer Gods are blind, stupid, and unable to communicate.
They usually stuff the information needed for communication directly into your brain. Some people cannot bear this knowledge, so they go crazy. Some people cannot understand it even if they accept it, so they can only spend their entire lives studying the truth behind this mysterious knowledge.
But Schiller felt that he could both receive and understand the messages from the Outer Gods. After all, Gray Mist was also a member of the Outer Gods, and he could translate directly for himself.
After calling out the name, Schiller heard some subtle noises, a bit like water boiling, but he didn't see any moon here, and he suspected that this 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?!"
In an instant, Schiller felt a huge force pulling at his soul. He did not feel any pain, but the high-speed movement made him dazed for a moment. When he came to his senses, he was already back on the ridge of the field.
"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 has a remarkable lack of manners."
Schiller was stunned and asked hesitantly, "Did he curse?"
"Yes, and the curses are quite filthy. Are you sure you want me to translate?"
"Can you translate it?"
"Well, to sum it up... 'Nataru!'."
"Isn't this too dirty?" Schiller said in shock. After thinking for a moment, 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 images appear in his mind. This seemed to be the first-person perspective of the Outer Gods, but the Outer Gods did not perceive the world with senses like humans. His first-person perspective was completely different from that of humans.
To Schiller, it seemed like a pile of garbled codes, with all kinds of incomprehensible text symbols piled together, and 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 from the gray fog looked like a broken computer and it was really hard to tell what was going on.
"Would you like to hear my opinion?" Gray Mist asked.
"of course."
"Well, it seems to me that this thing is not a weapon, but a teleporter."
"Teleporter?"