Chapter 1,293: Greed Brings Misfortune (Part 2)

"I think it may indeed be a mistake to start with mathematics." Batman said in the study room of the Thinking Tower.

"There are two types of people in this world, one prefers abstract logic, while the other must have concrete examples to use their wisdom." Stark said at the desk in the Stark Tower office.

Soon, the dim light of the study blended with the bright light of the floor-to-ceiling windows. After the complicated background receded, two tables were placed in the same space.

Schiller first turned to the left, and Batman raised a piece of paper behind the wooden desk. He said: "Physics is relatively interesting among the sciences, and has a wider range of application scenarios, and it is among all science theories. Among them, my best is physics.”

"Of course, of course, of course, I was born for natural science!" Stark said, standing behind the desk on the right: "Or it should have been born for me. When I was born, all the laws of physics in the world Everyone cheered."

"Physics is divided into many categories, such as mechanics, electronics, atomic and molecular physics, quantum mechanics, astrophysics, etc. Each of them explores the nature of matter and the laws of mutual motion." Batman's The sound is very rhythmic.

"This is the most romantic subject in the world. It truly analyzes every object around us and how the entire world works. If you yearn for the truth of the universe, you will inevitably embark on the path of physics." Stark's voice was soft and gentle.

"Next, I will elaborate on the basic definitions of what is covered by basic physics such as mechanics, heat, optics, electromagnetism..." Batman slowed down his tone, and he paused before continuing.

"There is no doubt that the essence of physics lies in application." Stark nodded and said, "First observe, then summarize, and then apply."

Schiller's soul is like a high wall, standing between the two geniuses. The changing light of day and night cannot stop these voices of reason or passion, low or high.

At some point, Schiller's consciousness fell asleep, but this exchange did not stop.

They were teaching Schiller with their own genius scientific thinking, and at the same time, they were letting each other teach them.

And the knowledge that was lingering in front of the memory warehouse and completely unable to enter the tower of thinking was completely split, crushed, and reorganized in the collision of the sparks of thinking between the two geniuses.

Become something newer, higher, and closer to the truth, and then be sent into the tower together by them.

At the very bottom of the tower, Illness was holding a little boy holding a cloud of gray mist, and they looked up together.

At the top of the tower, the huge bat shadow and the Steel Demon looked at each other in the air. Looking at the surging wind and clouds above, he knelt down sickly, looked into the little boy's eyes and said:

"Everyone's self is a manifestation of their natural nature. Unfortunately, the natural nature of patients with savant autism is to focus excessively on one aspect and then lose focus in all other aspects."

"Every autistic patient is a specialized genius. They only show amazing talents in one aspect, but seem unable to take care of themselves in other aspects. This is a gift and a curse."

"We can deduce the reactions necessary for social interaction, but we cannot deduce genius-like scientific thinking. We are not geniuses in mathematics or natural sciences. We have neither such thinking nor enough inspiration."

"But it doesn't matter. When our souls are in tune with true genius, our gift of understanding others comes into play, and our minds align with the frequency of the vibrations."

"Arrogance resonates with Batman, and greed resonates with Iron Man. From the talents of great scientists, we get a little bit of genius."

Ill looked into my eyes and said: "Our lack of this kind of thinking will bring consequences beyond the inability to engage in research in these disciplines."

"This extremely rational calculation and the most fundamental desire for truth should have been the reins of emotional madness. We lost it in the past, but now we have found it."

"Stay focused, stay calm, let endless data and calculations fill your brain, become a logical machine, no longer experience, no longer empathize, and embark on a completely different path."

"Balance your personality with a balanced mind, and get back all that your illness has caused you to miss."

Accompanied by a sickly low voice, Greed shuttled back and forth between the study and surface consciousness. He seemed to have completely fallen into a half-dream and half-awake coma.

Both Batman and Iron Man realized what kind of great genius they were talking to, so the content they talked about became more and more profound, from Bat gear to steel suits, from energy to power, from history to the future.

They all tried their best to instill their knowledge and learning into the trait of greed. Only the trait of greed, which does not reject anyone who comes, can accommodate this almost endless wisdom.

Schiller became the link between the two great geniuses, and therefore, when the peak of the conflict between gold and iron slid towards the slow and low end of the song, two huge shadows invariably looked towards the tower of thought.

They knew that they should give the most precious gift to their friend, to the bond between them, to the person who sent them here and allowed them to meet.

Soon, a brick fell from the top of the tower of thought that had been unable to break through for a long time, and then many bricks. Layers of bricks appeared out of thin air, and were firmly connected to the tower.

Brick after brick drew smooth arcs and went to where they should go. In an instant, the tower had nine more floors, and all the knowledge that could not flow into the memory warehouse was stored here.

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These boring data, incomprehensible symbols, and design drawings that ordinary people cannot understand at all do not need to change the world, but should change their friends, so that a specialized genius has more ways to go. .

After that, they still felt it was not enough, so when they stretched out their hands, thick gray mist rose from the bottom of the tower and soon spread to their fingertips.

Gray Mist cheered and circled around the top floors, letting out a roar of surprise.

And when the symbiote factor came into contact with the tremors of the soul, every cell in his body was trying to understand the amazing wisdom of the two geniuses.

The symbiote relied on the host, and when Schiller's thinking gradually reached balance, Gray Mist finally made a breakthrough. He transformed his original technical memory that relied on experience into true genius thinking and inspiration.

This means that he will not only repair, but also create, not copy and transform like a symbiote, but create like a human.

In the end, two huge phantoms greeted each other across the sky. They did not obtain any technology from each other, but they no longer needed to obtain any technology.

When two geniuses shake hands and greet each other in the same soul across the universe, no single technology is enough to describe such a great understanding, and no language can describe such a harmonious soul resonance.

After the tremors in his soul gradually stopped, Schiller woke up suddenly. A clear sound came. Schiller shook instinctively. He turned his head and saw a glass of warm water placed next to him.

"Who said that Stark can't take care of others?" Stark's brisk tone rang in Schiller's ears.

"Thank you." Schiller rarely replied sarcastically, but frowned and took a sip of water and said, "Where did you just talk? What happened? Why do I feel like I have a headache?"

"It's nothing, you just fell asleep again." Stark squinted his eyes slightly, walked back behind the suit display rack, began to debug the equipment, and said: "To be honest, I don't even know what I'm doing." The sound is so hypnotic that it can make you fall asleep 12 times in half an hour.”

"It's not your problem." Schiller shook his head and said, "Physics is entirely responsible."

"If you want to say that, then I must admit that it is my problem. Physics is not guilty, and so is mathematics."

"It seems that I am really not this material." Schiller squeezed his eyebrows together in pain and said: "You should have seen the symptoms of autistic patients in the case analysis. We can only tend to one kind of talent. , has extremely high concentration in this aspect, but if it changes to another aspect, it is easy to lose concentration.”

"Of course, I've seen it." Stark huddled behind the display rack of the suit, adjusting the connection of the lower part of the parts. He continued: "Many autistic children are quite talented in memorizing words or artistic graphics. ”

"They can even draw an entire city with a pen, including the details of every street, but sometimes they don't even know how to put on socks. Many people call them 'cursed geniuses.'"

"But I think genius is genius, and there is no such thing as being cursed." Stark shook his head and said: "Wisdom will not be cursed. Those so-called cursed manifestations are just the inherent shortcomings and imperfections of human beings. "

"I really didn't expect you to say this." Schiller was indeed a little surprised. He took out a medical record book from his pocket and said, "Okay, the teaching time is over, and then it's time for psychotherapy. , what happened?"

"Oh, by the way, you said before that you opened your tail in front of me like a peacock, but I didn't notice it at all, so you felt sad and wronged..."

"That's your imagination!"

"Absolutely not."

"Then you're dreaming."

"It's impossible."

Schiller rolled his eyes, stood up, walked to the armor display rack, looked at the armor nicknamed "Nizi", and said:

"Before, there was a guy with such a tough mouth who broke into my room and pressed my head to learn mathematics. Ha, he finally got out. He must have been thrown out by the superego. Unfortunately, I didn't see his embarrassment. …”

"No, he wasn't thrown out."

"How do you know?"

"I just know it."

"Why?"

Schiller was just asking unconsciously, but he also glanced at Stark's face casually, and Stark, who was holding a wrench, slowly stood up and faced Schiller face to face.

When the rich golden sunset outside the floor-to-ceiling window shone on Stark's face, those brown eyes were half like a sparkling lake and half like a dark and deep sea.

Along with Schiller's shocked expression, Stark's body stiffened for a moment, and the low voice that was unlike him echoed in the room——

"Because I'm Batman."