The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

In this hellish place called Hell's Kitchen, there are countless thefts, but Schiller has never heard of any thief in Hell's Kitchen who would steal cakes. Not only cakes, but also coffee powder, soda crackers and jam that Schiller has ground.

Is this thief a reincarnation of a starving ghost? It's not enough to steal four pounds of cake a day, but he also has to match it with half a pound of soda crackers, two cans of coffee powder and three bottles of jam.

He is not afraid of eating himself to death, Schiller thought.

Of course, although the stolen things are not important, Schiller still has to catch this thief and find out how he stole the things.

Schiller made a trap, using the thief's favorite cake and a little bit of fear gas, and placed it in the warehouse in this house where he least often went, waiting for the thief to take the bait.

While waiting for the bait to take effect, Schiller wrote the story he would use to fool Gu Yi in a notebook.

Schiller did not instill the concept of the Yellow King into the Ancient One without a purpose. In the worldview of the Marvel Universe, there are countless cosmic demons, such as the Trinity Vishanti, and the Ancient One relied on his power.

The origin of Cthulhu in Marvel is relatively scattered. Some say it is the incarnation of nothingness, and some say it is the blood and tears of the universe. They are not a unified race, and they look basically weird.

The real Cthulhu literature is more systematic. Everything starts from the demon head Azathoth, but Schiller mentioned another system to the Ancient One, that is, a cursed script that Chambers had fictionalized in his short story-"The Yellow King".

The setting in this script is more illusory and romantic than the Cthulhu mythology. In the distant Hyades, on the Hali Lake in the ancient city of Carcosa, an ancient outer god, the Yellow King, is imprisoned. He witnessed the fall of two black suns. Later, he was set as the representative of "wind" among the Old Ones and became a mortal enemy of Cthulhu.

The most well-known is the unique mark of the King in Yellow, the Yellow Seal.

But in fact, none of this is important. What is important is that Schiller needs to have a reasonable identity to talk to the Ancient One.

He can talk to Stark as a psychologist, or he can play the role of Spider-Man's life mentor, or it doesn't matter if Daredevil treats him as a criminal.

But the Ancient One is different. If Schiller does not have a mysterious and powerful enough identity, then the powerful Supreme Sorcerer will not listen to him.

Since Schiller has read comics, he knows that there are also the Old Ones in the worldview of the Marvel Universe. Now he reminds the Ancient One, and if the Ancient One goes to verify, she will find that everything Schiller's Hastur said is true. There was a group of blind and foolish Old Ones imprisoned in an extra dimension, but no one knows whether they will return to Earth.

As long as the Ancient One has a little faith in the identity of the King in Yellow played by Schiller, Schiller can get a lot of information he wants from the Ancient One.

While waiting for the trap to catch the thief to take effect, Schiller intermittently completed the settings about the Hyades. After all, if he wanted to fool the Supreme Sorcerer, his identity and background had to be self-consistent.

And the thief didn't let Schiller wait too long.

On a dark and windy night, there was no gunfire in Hell's Kitchen. Schiller was lying in bed, half asleep and half awake, when he heard a loud noise coming from the warehouse downstairs.

He woke up immediately and knew that the trap he had set was effective. He really didn't expect that he could catch the thief with a piece of cake.

He tiptoed downstairs without turning on the lights, because if the other party had a gun and found him coming down, he would definitely aim at this side in advance. For his own safety, Schiller planned to use flash to teleport directly to the other side of the corridor when he walked to the other side of the corridor, so that he could catch the other party off guard.

Just when he was about to flash, he suddenly found that the door of the warehouse was open. Could it be that the thief was not controlled by the fear gas? He could even open the door and walk out by himself? This is a bit bad.

Schiller gave up the idea of ​​flashing, because once he teleported, not only would the thief have to react for a while, but Schiller himself would also have about two seconds to adapt to the unfamiliar environment. This was the case every time he teleported.

He found that the thief didn't seem to notice him. He tiptoed along the wall and walked along the corridor. As a result, he found an extremely short, chubby figure, about the height of a person's calf, walking out of the door. He complained as he walked: "Damn it! Am I drunk? Why does this cake stink like a biogas tank?"

Schiller looked at the figure, hesitant to speak, then he turned around, touched the light switch with his hand, and turned on the light with a "click".

The chubby creature on the opposite side screamed, and instantly got on all fours and wanted to run. Schiller stretched out his right hand and used a telekinetic spell to grab the creature directly in his hand.

Schiller looked grim as he felt the furry touch in his hand. In his hand was a yellow, round, fat, lightning-shaped Pikachu with two long ears.

"Shit! Put me down! Don't touch me with your dirty hands! What's wrong with you?! How could you catch me? Let me go!!"

Schiller's face was grim now. He never dreamed that a yellow-haired electric mouse would appear in such a serious and even slightly dark story.

Suddenly, he felt that Pikachu's screaming voice was vaguely familiar. Isn't this the voice of Deadpool?

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Schiller remembered with some horror that there is indeed a movie about Pikachu in Hollywood, that is "Detective Pikachu". The Pikachu in this movie does have the same voice as Deadpool.

Schiller took a deep breath, turned Pikachu around, then grabbed its two short hands and said, "You stole my cake, soda crackers, coffee powder and jam?"

Pikachu's eyes rolled around, and its cute face showed a humane expression of disgust, and said in a Deadpool-like voice: "Hey, man, I really don't know about you. Why is the taste so bad? The soda biscuits you bought are butter-free. They are terrible. And the jam. How come you like strawberry jam? That is really not to my taste. Also, cut it next time. After finishing the cake, can you please stop putting the cake knife on the cake? Do you know that it is actually very dirty?”

Schiller was holding Pikachu in one hand and covering his eyes with the other. This was really a huge mental pollution for him. Faced with Pikachu's complaints, he was really unable to refute, because his taste was indeed the same as that of a real American. Not quite the same.

"Listen, you thief. First of all, you stole my food over and over again. Secondly, you don't feel any guilt at all. It seems that you are a habitual offender..."

"Come on." Pikachu waved his hand and said: "Obviously you are not a normal person. No ordinary person can talk to a mouse calmly and calmly after seeing it speak."

Schiller pursed his lips and stared at Pikachu, mainly because Pikachu's appearance gave him a huge impact on the world view.

You know, he had just been chatting with Batman about his life ideals in the extremely dark Gotham. In the blink of an eye, this yellow rat with the smell of Deadpool appeared in front of him. How could Schiller not short-circuit his brain? ?

Does he have to go for a walk in the surrounding grass next? After collecting all Pokémon partners, go to challenge various gyms?

Isn’t this style of painting completely wrong? ! !

More importantly, although this yellow electric mouse is only as tall as a human calf, it has a mouth like Deadpool!

The most dangerous part of Deadpool's body!

The good thing is that I didn’t learn anything!

Get rid of the essence and get rid of the dross!

This reminded Schiller of his previous life when he was reading comics, where Deadpool's words took up more than half of the page. Now Deadpool's version of Pikachu, Deadpool, and Spider-Man are all together...

Schiller felt that if he lived in the comics, he might be blocked to the point where he couldn't even see his face.

And he remembered that in the Hollywood version of "Detective Pikachu", the setting of Pikachu is actually the setting in the Japanese game of the same name. The Pikachu here is not a cute creature that only knows how to play Pikachu, but a person with the voice of an uncle. Detective, judging from Pikachu's reaction just now, he does have a high IQ and is definitely not just a simple pet.

After a while, Schiller and Pikachu sat face to face on the sofa. Pikachu held a cup of coffee in its short hand and said: "Actually, I have no memory. I only remember that after a flash of light, I fell into a cup of coffee." I was in a garbage truck and it took a lot of effort to climb out. I was so hungry that I walked for a long time, but all the doors on this street were closed. There was no one I could get in. Only you are here. The back door of your warehouse seems to be It wasn't closed tightly. After I came in, I found the refrigerator along the corridor... Of course, it was my fault about stealing things, but I was really hungry. If possible, I would make money. I paid you for the cake.”

Schiller applauded him, and then said: "I have to say, as a mouse, your ideological awareness is really terrifying. If mice all over the world can be as polite as you, then humans will not have to So many rodenticides were invented.”

"So what you put next to the cake today was rodenticide? It stinks too much. To be honest, the smell almost killed me."

"Actually, that's not rodenticide. It's actually scarier than rodenticide... Forget it, you're just a mouse anyway."

Schiller put down the coffee cup, stared at Pikachu curiously and said:

"So, can you do that?"

"What? What do I know?" Pikachu looked at him doubtfully.

Schiller looked at the cute yellow face with an extremely human expression, and felt mixed emotions in his heart. He said, "That's it..."

"what are you talking about?"

"Okay, Pikachu, listen, you said you want to make money to compensate for the food you stole, but I don't think anyone here except me would accept a yellow rat who can speak human language to work, so if you want If you compensate me for the loss, you can only stay and work here. If you want to get a chance to work, you have to show your boss what talents you have, right?"

"Oh, I understand, you mean discharging, right? This is my special skill. With me, you can pay at least half of your electricity bill a month. But I was too hungry before and I haven't recovered now. So it’s probably not possible to discharge 100,000 volts, but it’s still no problem to charge your mobile phone…”

As it spoke, it landed on its four short legs and ran to the table with a swish. It jumped on the table, took out the cell phone that Schiller was charging, and then ran back to the sofa with the phone in hand to show it to Schiller.

Pikachu's lightning-shaped tail stretched out, and lightning flashed all over his body. Schiller's phone screen lit up, and it showed that it was charging, but the speed was not very fast.

As if to show off its ability, Pikachu hugged the phone tightly, swung its tail vigorously, and then stretched it hard. The electric light all over its body buzzed, and the phone charged very quickly, charging up to 10% in almost one second. % of the battery, just a second before Schiller stopped it, the phone made a loud "Bang!!"

Pikachu's yellow fur was blown to black, and he spit out a puff of black smoke from his mouth. Then he looked down helplessly at the exploded mobile phone in his arms and said, "It seems that you can only allow me to work here, otherwise I will I’m afraid I won’t be able to afford compensation in this life.”

Schiller covered his forehead and said: "Your performance is really wonderful. It surprised me. I never imagined that there are such useful charging sockets in the world."

Pikachu heard his weirdness, and just when he was about to speak, Schiller said, "Okay, but that's not what I want to see."

"Then what do you want to see? What other talents do I have? I don't even know..."

"Of course you know, that's the one..."

Schiller stared at Pikachu with sharp eyes, and Pikachu suddenly showed a complicated expression, as if he had eaten shit.

It reluctantly turned around under Schiller's gaze, then jumped onto the back of the sofa and let out a loud cry——

“PIKA—PIKA!!!!”

Schiller was satisfied.