amaotonovel Chapter 2682 Hollywood Rhapsody (4)
Chapter 2682 Hollywood Rhapsody (4)
Chapter 2682 Hollywood Rhapsody (Forty)
Stark is feeling bad now.
To be precise, it was the first time he experienced what it felt like to have what people called true mental illness.
In the past, he completely denied that he was sick, but he was not being completely stubborn. Anxiety disorder is actually a long-lasting torture, and it is easy for people to get used to the illness.
Especially for those who are born with rich emotions, they may even start to feel anxious since they became conscious. Anxiety is a state of life and a part of their personality, just like a person is born with five fingers, so it is difficult to understand what a beast without fingers feels like.
That's what Stark is like.
His anxiety disorder was not something he developed one day, but he has been in this condition ever since he can remember, so when others say he is sick, he really feels confused.
So even though he knew that Schiller might be the best psychiatrist in the world, and Charles was another, and both of them said he suffered from anxiety, he was still unwilling to admit it.
But things are different now.
The scene of what the little boy in red did that night kept playing in Stark's mind - the red fish jumping out of the blood-red ocean, the blood mist sprayed by the huge black and red whale, and the rainbow reflected by the light was like the gate to hell.
Countless fragments kept playing in his mind, making it impossible for him to find a way out. All the logical thinking and scientific inspiration that he was proud of in the past were gone, completely blocked by these things.
Stark leaned on the table with his hands, his face pale. He was not even sure what he was thinking. Not long after, there was a knock on the door. He looked up and saw a familiar face.
Stark instinctively hid back, but he was unwilling to admit his fear of Schiller. He couldn't be afraid of Schiller because it was not his fault at all.
No, it's not, Stark was denying it. Even if Schiller's behavior at that time was more cruel than the most vicious criminal in the world, it was not his fault in essence. How could he be afraid of him?
He saw a slightly painful expression on Schiller's face, and Stark's mind became a little clearer. He thought, is Schiller suffering for my pain?
Wait, how did he know my pain? Could he have traveled back in time again?
This damn liar!!!
Stark tried hard to suppress his anger and rolled his eyes at Schiller, saying something like, "Are you still pretending?"
But Schiller seemed to really intend to give him serious psychological treatment, but before that, he of course started asking Stark for money as usual, unsurprisingly and as expected.
Stark's current mental state did not allow him to bargain with Schiller. In fact, he had forgotten what he and Schiller said when they first met, and he just opened and closed his mouth based on instinct.
He had to admit that his current condition made him urgently need a solution, whether it was spending money or admitting that he was sick, as long as it could relieve the pain.
Stark paid the bill anyway.
Who would have thought that at this time Schiller looked at him as if he were a white mouse, and said: "I have never seen such a strange case, very unique, very rare..."
"How can it not be rare?!" Stark roared in his heart: "Because it was you who did it!!!"
Schiller took another step forward, and Stark shuddered and stepped back quickly. He couldn't completely get rid of his fear yet. This fear was completely his instinctive reaction and he couldn't control it.
"Stay away from me!" Stark wanted to blurt out instinctively, but soon realized that this was not right. He must not show his fear in front of Schiller, especially since Schiller might have traveled back in time and had memories of that night. His behavior would be too hurtful.
So Stark took a detour and tried to look relaxed and said, "Hey, I don't like men, stay away from me!"
Schiller made a judgment on Stark, saying that he was not as ridiculous as he appeared to be. At this point, Stark just wanted to say that he had some vision, but Schiller continued.
But he is smart, too smart, so he has been waiting for someone to give him an answer, and the answer comes from... his past.
Stark suddenly realized, wait a minute, if this Schiller was not a time traveler, but a normal person who had grown up from a child to the present, then would he still remember what happened that night? Would he remember himself as a bystander at that time?
No, no matter what, no matter who is between them, they should not recall that day anymore. It is an unrecallable pain for everyone, and there is no point in thinking about it again and again.
"I'll give you two million dollars and leave here. I'll tell Pepper that your treatment is very effective..." Stark felt that he had to end the topic immediately and not bring up the past again.
"If I'm not mistaken, Miss Pepper is listening at this moment," Schiller replied.
Stark was choked and took a deep breath. He really couldn't explain to Pepper why he suddenly deteriorated like this. If he drove Schiller away now, Pepper would be worried.
"Two million dollars, and I'll tell you a method that really works," he heard Schiller say again.
Well, that's what he wants, Stark thought. After all, Schiller is the best psychiatrist in the world, and his method must be useful.
Wait a minute, I came here from a different time, which means Schiller told him this method. Does that mean he doesn't have to pay and can just search his memory to find it...
As soon as he had this thought, Stark felt that the hallucinations that had calmed down a little began to stir again, because once his thoughts approached the memory module, the memories that emerged were not just the conversations with Schiller, but more of those terrible scenes.
Forget it, just spend money to get rid of the disaster. Stark accepted his fate and he would never laugh at the mentally ill again.
"Deal," he said.
"The past that you are most afraid of contains all the answers you want. I have seen it in the news. The founder of Stark Group, your father..."
"That's enough." Stark almost roared, and then he shouted in his heart: "Don't mention the past anymore! Don't you think the hallucinations are enough?!"
He trembled and said, "Pepper will transfer your consulting fee to you, get out of here."
"He will be willing to give you a second life, God bless you."
Looking at Schiller's back as he turned and left, Stark slumped weakly in the chair, but his increasingly poor mental state made him realize that he could not waste any more time.
"In the past... the founder of Stark Group... my father... Howard..."
When Natasha saw the distraught Stark again, only more than an hour had passed. She looked at Stark in surprise and said, "So fast? Doesn't it usually take two hours to fill out a form?"
Stark shook his head silently. Seeing that he was in a bad mental state, Natasha did not continue to joke with him. She helped him sit on the chair and asked, "How is it? Did the doctor tell me how to treat it?"
Stark was silent and pursed his lips. After a while, he said, "Do you know where Howard and the others are?"
"Your parents? They participated in the investment in the construction of the space station. They have been busy with the launch of the space station for some time. However, the operation of the space station has been going smoothly recently, so they should be free now."
"Then where are they now?"
Natasha showed an embarrassed expression and said, "I am not a field agent now, so I am not involved in protecting them. If you really want to know, I can ask my colleagues for you."
"But..." Natasha dragged out the words. Stark looked up at her. Natasha sighed and looked at Stark and said, "They are your parents. If you want to know where they are, can't you just give them a call?"
Stark pursed his lips and said nothing.
Natasha was a little helpless, but still said, "Okay, I'll let Coulson ask for you."
Stark suddenly stood up, waved his hand and said, "No, no, I want to...I want to go home."
Natasha looked at his shaky back with some worry. When he reached the corner of the stairs, Natasha patted Coulson on the shoulder and said, "Find someone to keep an eye on him. I'm afraid something might happen to him."
Instead of driving, Stark called the armor and flew back to Stark Manor in one go.
He hadn't been back to the old house for a long time. After Howard's death, except for coming back once to pack up his belongings, he never came back again. Even that one time, his departure was more like a flight.
When the armor landed in the garden at the gate of the manor, he found that it was very different from the last time he came back.
When he came back, the manor was deserted with trees and overgrown with weeds. Even though the house was still magnificent, there was an atmosphere of dead silence everywhere. That was why he didn't dare to stay any longer. He was afraid that the good times that were still colorful in his memory would also fade away.
But now the manor seemed to have returned to his childhood. The trees in the summer were lush and green, the lawn was a clean green, and the flowers in the bushes were vying for beauty. The whole world seemed to be magnified, and he himself became smaller.
With his armor removed, Stark slowly walked towards the main entrance. What he saw was bright green that gradually diluted the bright red hallucinations before his eyes. The memories that came up were no longer filled with cruelty and pain, but more about Howard.
In the dim light, he seemed to see a familiar figure, and Stark instinctively called out: "Jarvis?"
The man turned around, but it was not the old butler, but another middle-aged man Stark did not recognize. He was very shocked when he saw Stark, and hurried over and said, "Tony? Do you remember me? I'm Turles? We met when we were kids."
Stark was too weak to search for such a long-ago memory. Seeing that he was not in good condition, Thors immediately came up to him and said, "What's wrong with you? Are you sick? I'm Mr. Jarvis's distant nephew. We played together when we were young."
"Are you...are you the new butler?" Stark had no memory of what era he was in or how old he was. He felt like he was still a child, so he asked, "Where's Jarvis? Isn't he waiting for me?"
Tours immediately realized that Stark might be having a mental illness. He helped him to the bedroom and let him lie down. After pouring him a glass of water, he said, "Sir, are you okay? Do you know what time it is now?"
"Howard..." Stark suddenly muttered, "Tell Howard not to go to Congress... Let him come back! I want to see him, let him come back!"
"Okay, okay, sir, don't worry, Mr. Howard just went out fishing and will be back soon."
"No, you tell him, you call him and tell him not to give the technology to Congress... He will die!"