The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

On the way back to the apartment, Schiller could clearly feel that someone was following him. The improved vision brought by the spider sensor allowed him to see that someone seemed to be watching him from the opposite side of the apartment building.

The apartment building on the opposite side is an all-glass structure, and there is a small pane inside that reflects light differently from other places, so Xi Leming felt it keenly.

He chose to open a clinic in Hell's Kitchen, not for nothing. After these few days of observation, he has basically figured out the routine of the residents in the apartment building.

Most of the people living here are office workers and elite gold-collar workers. Most of them are single, their working hours are very regular, and their circle of friends is also very fixed.

Living among such a crowd, it is too easy for agents to find flaws.

But Hell's Kitchen is different. Although it is the largest slum gang gathering place in Manhattan, New York, and even the United States, it has a large population density, a large flow of people, and a large number of strangers. Moreover, gangs of all sizes nest and entangle themselves. It is a suitable place for outsiders like Schiller who want to fish in troubled waters.

Although life in a high-end apartment is comfortable, it may not be as free as Hell's Kitchen. Schiller believes that if he lives in that apartment for a few more days, at least four or five neighbors around him will become agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. , To extract certain information, it may be his own, or it may be Stark's, this is the way SHIELD does things, they don't care whether you need privacy or not.

And Hell's Kitchen is slightly different from Gotham. Although Hell's Kitchen has countless gangsters of all sizes, it is less dangerous than Gotham.

There are more poor people, gamblers and drug addicts. There are no scarecrows and clowns, and there is no such thing as a big villain.

The vast majority of people there are ordinary people. Although guns and drugs are rampant, the victims are more ordinary people than special people with supernatural powers.

Schiller intends to use it there as his first stronghold in Marvel.

Stark's work efficiency was very high. It didn't take long for him to find a way to encourage some congressmen to allocate a hospital quota and put it in Hell's Kitchen.

Some MPs took the opportunity to trumpet their goodness. It is claimed that New York will not give up any people, but they have never expected that this hospital will really open. You know, it is Hell's Kitchen. A place where even the devil is cooked.

Open a hospital there? Don't make any jokes, unless the hospital can be built like a concentration camp, it's better to pile up tanks and cannons at the door, and the doctors and nurses inside are all carrying machine guns. Maybe there is some hope, otherwise all the medicines there will be destroyed overnight. The space will be robbed.

But no matter how disbelief the congressmen, how numb the people in Hell's Kitchen, a small psychological clinic was established in Hell's Kitchen.

As the most famous and largest slum in Manhattan, the eight blocks here are just a synonym.

In fact, this area is far wider than the eight blocks. There are dozens of streets, large and small, and there are about a hundred gangsters here.

Some people say that the boss of Hell's Kitchen is Jin Bing, but in fact this is not the case. In fact, Jin Bing's business scope goes far beyond Hell's Kitchen. Throughout the eastern United States and even the east coast, there are his criminal industry chains.

His business is spread all over the United States. Hell's Kitchen may have involved some of his drug business and contraband business, but he doesn't actually live here, nor does he keep an eye on it all the time.

Daredevil, who was born in Hell's Kitchen, is his deadly enemy, but they have hardly put the battlefield in Hell's Kitchen, and Little Spider, who has fought several times with Jin, is just an ignorant high school student at this time.

Jin Bing's ambition goes far beyond the unification of Hell's Kitchen, and he doesn't care about the chaos in Hell's Kitchen. Because there are all kinds of fires, robberies, kidnappings, fights and missing persons cases here every day, and some disturbances are nothing at all.

Therefore, when Jin, who was far away in San Francisco, heard that some of his subordinates in Hell's Kitchen in Manhattan had lost their minds, he only thought that they had taken too much drugs, and he didn't take it seriously at all.

However, in Hell's Kitchen, a terrible story gradually spread—they heard that in the psychological clinic opened at the end of the Ninth Lane at the end of Mary Street, there lived a terrifying strange doctor who came to everyone The gang members who collected protection money or extorted money from him all ran out in panic after a while, and then went crazy.

When this incident first started, a few gang bosses with names and surnames did not believe in evil, and once led their subordinates in. But it didn't take long for them to encounter some monsters. Crazy began to fight with the air, struggling, screaming, running, crying, as if possessed by some ghost.

This incident caused quite a commotion, almost the entire Mary Street heard about it, and the rumors spread quickly.

One pass ten, ten pass one hundred, everyone has heard that the Ninth End Alley must never be visited, there is a terrible curse there, it will make you see the most frightening things in your heart, and you will be frightened insane in the end.

Later, Schiller, who lived there, began to go out for activities. Everyone heard that he was the owner of the clinic who lived in the Ninth End Lane, and people realized that it was not a ghost, but a weird psychiatrist.

According to Schiller's explanation, the group of gang bosses did too many bad things, and he just gave them some friendly psychological counseling.

As for why they are insane? Perhaps evil comes with evil.

The people in Hell's Kitchen would believe his words to hell, but for those who live here, the evil will be rewarded is their consensus.

Wouldn't anyone born in Hell's Kitchen feel guilty, where crime is normal, and criminals are the majority of people here, guilty? What kind of conscience do you expect from a guy who's been selling guns, drugs, getting into fights, threatening blackmail, and gambling since he was a teenager? How can such a person be guilty? Will you still go crazy with a guilty conscience?

Everyone who heard about it thought that Schiller was a black magician, so he could put a curse on those people.

And Schiller, he will not explain. The fear gas brought from DC is indeed very effective. Although it is only the original version, it is still very effective against some ordinary people without supernatural powers.

Ever since he found out that he could travel between the two worlds by holding things in his hands and bringing things outside him, he had the idea of ​​​​doing it wrong.

Although the power systems of Marvel and DC are different, there are really many things that can be sold to each other. Of course, there are also many things that can be exchanged with each other to deal with the enemies of both sides.

For example, if Schiller used fear gas in Gotham, once the news got out, and Jonathan saw the symptoms of those patients, he would definitely think that it was his own fear gas.

But in Marvel, how could Jonathan know about Marvel? Naturally, Schiller does not have to pay any copyright fees.

After such horrible rumors spread, there will be almost no gangsters coming to trouble Schiller.

Of course, the consequence of mingling with this group of criminals is that a superhero finds the door.

On a slightly cold night in Manhattan, Schiller had just made a cup of hot coffee. He closed and locked the door of the clinic. He was going to end his day of fishing, get a good sleep, and continue to harass Stark tomorrow. .

Just when he put the coffee cup on the table, he heard a crisp sound at the door, then he turned his head, and in the dim light, he saw a tall man in a red tights standing outside the door .

Schiller turned to pick up the coffee cup and said, "You seem to be a little late, Mr. Daredevil."

"Do you know me, Doctor?" Daredevil said.

"Of course I know you, Daredevil. You're famous in Hell's Kitchen," Schiller said.

"But it looks like you've only been here a while," said Daredevil.

"But I'm more familiar with your other identity, Lawyer Matt."

Daredevil is obviously shocked, and he doesn't know how Schiller figured out his true identity.

Before he could ask, Schiller said, "You have achieved impressive results at Columbia University, and your career path after graduation has gone smoothly. A law firm of your own. Matt, can you tell me, why did you become Daredevil? Isn't the pride of justice that lawyers bring you enough?"

"Lawyer, help justice..." Daredevil snorted coldly, and he said, "Maybe you think so, yes, most people think so, and think that lawyers should speak up and defend the disadvantaged, but in reality superior……"

"Actually? Do you think lawyers shouldn't do that?"

"Of course I should, I mean..."

"You think you can't do it as a lawyer? So, you want to do it another way, but what you can't do as a lawyer, can you do it in a ridiculous tights and a mask Yet?"

Daredevil said angrily, "My decision has nothing to do with you!"

"You know what? Your tone just now sounded very much like a rebellious little boy." Schiller said.

Only then did Daredevil realize that since he entered the door, he had fallen into Schiller's language trap, and the rhythm of the conversation had been led by his nose, which not only exposed his true identity, but also touched his inner sensitive point . He took a deep breath, calmed down, and said, "I have to admit, you are a good therapist, and you are very good at using some small tricks in the conversation. But I still have to ask, who are you?" Come to Hell's Kitchen For what purpose? Why are those people crazy?"

"You have too many questions. I can only answer one tonight. Obviously, I am tired after a day of work. You can't disturb my rest. After all, I am not a gang member and I have not broken the law." Schiller said .

"But you're driving those gangsters crazy."

"You have no proof."

"The police need evidence."

"Do you think you are more noble than the police?"

"Stop playing around with me again," Daredevil said.

"If you listen to me carefully, you will know where I come from and how I know your identity."

Daredevil has a headache, he really doesn't like dealing with these cunning opponents, which makes him have to maintain a high level of concentration at all times. And because of the shock in his heart just now, he can't remember the conversation with Schiller when he first arrived, and if he is asked to recall it now, his brain is blank.

But if he couldn't answer it, it would make him look stupid, so he kept silent.

"It seems that you have forgotten our conversation a minute ago. I really don't know. To be a superhero, you can not have a good memory." Schiller mocked.

Daredevil is secretly annoyed, and he vows to remember everything Schiller says afterward.

"Two years ago, I taught at Columbia University. I saw the list of outstanding graduates, and it had your name on it, Matt. And when you filled out where you graduated, you said you would open a law firm, Also in Kansas, although I am a professor of psychology, I know your former teacher, he talked to me in his speech, you have indeed realized your dream."

"Don't change the subject, what I want to know is, how do you know Daredevil is Matt?"

"You probably don't remember, when you first started on this road, you were wearing the black and yellow suit your father wore to the fight. After I came to Hell's Kitchen, I went to an underground boxing match. Coincidentally. Yes, the owners there seem to have never changed the style of clothing worn by the boxers in order to save costs."

"I knew that Daredevil may have been born here, and he must have something to do with underground black market boxers. After investigation, the gangsters you killed were all related to your father's death. And your father's death was found It's not difficult to know your identity, naturally."

"Why are you investigating me? Are you guilty?" Matt asked.

"It's nothing, it's just that if you want to rent a house, you have to know who the landlord is and what he does. It's best to deal with him."

"I'm not a landlord here." Daredevil snorted coldly.

"Oh, is it? Then it seems that I have found the wrong person. I should go to Jin Bin. But I seem to have made enemies with him. I vaguely remember that among the few gangsters who came to visit me, someone mentioned him The boss is Jin Bin."

"Jin Bin? Do you have news about Jin Bin?"

"It's a little bit. Just when I pay you the rent, I heard from one of his subordinates that their boss is very impatient with a kid named Daredevil, and he plans to find someone to kill you, a fly." , so you'd better be careful recently."

Finally Daredevil hurried back to his quarters.

It wasn't until he went back that he realized that none of his goals tonight had been achieved.

He neither found out who Schiller was, nor warned him to be quiet, nor did he find out whether he had anything to do with the gangsters.

I don't know what method he used to drive those people crazy.

Matt patted his head. He suddenly felt that Schiller's metaphor was correct. He seemed to rent the house to an unknown tenant, and the tenant paid the rent first, which made him There is no way to take coercive measures to make him move away, but to let him swagger in Hell's Kitchen.