Chapter 3706: Evil Strength (7)

The bizarre development of events exceeded Shiller's imagination.

Early summer in New York, sunny, breezy, with lush green trees. The parking lot surrounded by shrub flower beds was filled with luxury cars painted in bright colors, shimmering beautifully. At the end of the wide highway, a huge three-sided billboard depicted a blonde beauty with a sunny smile. Everything looked like a comedy road movie from the last century.

Shiller stood at the door of his own asylum, watching a devil disguised as himself, who had brought a warrior aiming to defeat this devil, to perform an exorcism for his asylum. Meanwhile, the warrior's brother, who also served the devil, stood nearby sipping soda.

This strange scene left him unsure whether to step forward. He didn't even know which among these three people were voluntary, or if all were, or none were. Now it seemed the latter possibility was more likely.

The "himself" standing under the shade at the asylum door had an appearance almost flawless: dressed in a doctor's uniform, wearing glasses, looking cultured and refined, leaving a very good impression.

Danny knew Shiller. When forming the "Midnight Sons," he had worked with this psychiatrist, but they hadn't developed a deep bond, only acquaintanceship. However, this doctor had gently hinted before that his mental state might have issues, which he didn't take seriously at the time; now thinking back, it's indeed a bit awkward.

Danny wanted to see a psychiatrist, but he had no fixed abode, making it impossible to receive community counseling, and private psychiatrists were too expensive. Even with his brother saving up, he couldn't afford it at the moment.

He thought that, regardless of whether he could get the money, this time he had to do a good job, hoping to exchange it for several counseling sessions, so he was extraordinarily cautious, hoping to leave a good impression on Shiller.

And what was more anxious was Mephisto. He hadn't expected to find someone to perform an exorcism and inadvertently chosen Shiller's acquaintance. He failed earlier trying to fool Stark; now here comes another one, what if he got caught this time?

Shiller was also speechless. In order to hide his true identity as "Moon Knight," he never exposed his true face in front of Danny. In Danny's impression, he was just a gentle psychiatrist. And the Shiller portrayed by Mephisto happened to be a gentle psychiatrist too, making Danny unable to see any flaw hence no chance to expose Mephisto.

And now, Shiller, the true owner of the asylum disguised as a folklorist, had to get involved in this mess to prevent these two from tearing his home apart. He really wanted to ask everyone including himself: What exactly are you all doing?!

How did the situation develop into such a bizarre state?!

Actually, it had to start with Mephisto. When he decided to impersonate Shiller, he naturally had to visit the places Shiller usually worked at. However, he had investigated before that Shiller had an asylum in the Suburb of New York, inhabited by some wealthy people. It was called an asylum but looked more like a social club.

Initially, Mephisto didn't pay much attention to this job. He thought that Shiller's main work focus as a psychiatrist should have been at S.H.I.E.L.D., considering there were so many agents and superheroes there, enough to give headaches. This asylum was just a means of amassing wealth, complete with doctors and nurses, probably not needing Shiller's personal presence.

However, within two minutes of arrival, he knew he'd made a huge mistake. As he was admiring the office decor, a nurse rushed in hurriedly: "Doctor! Aigwei in room 3012 is having an episode again! He's stuck his head in a flowerpot, breaking four flowerpots already! You need to check on him quickly!"

"Stuck his head in a flowerpot?" Mephisto asked with some surprise, "Why did he stick his head in a flowerpot?"

The nurse looked at him with an even more astonished gaze saying: "Because he believes he's a cactus. Didn't you specially dig a sandbox in the activity area for him so he could feel at home? Don't you remember?"

Mephisto opened his mouth then closed it, nodded and said: "Yes, I remember. How about we give him some medication?"

"You surely forgot!" The nurse said with slight reproach, "Aigwei is allergic to tranquilizers, he can't use sedatives. If you prescribe medication, make sure not to get the instructions wrong!"

"Oh, alright." Mephisto thought to himself that he shouldn't go too far, at least put on an act of caring for the patient, so he said, "Let's go check on him then."

He followed the nurse all the way to the third floor, where quite a few medical staff were already gathered. He squeezed through the crowd to see a young man with brown hair sitting on the floor, head wrapped in a flowerpot, with flowerpot fragments scattered on the ground. Two nurses and a doctor crouched alongside trying to persuade him.

"Why not take him away?" Mephisto asked.

He saw the young man's face had been scratched, and soil was all over him and his clothes. A poor fiddle-leaf fig lay in the corner, clearly torn from its pot violently.

The nurse looked at him with a very puzzled gaze and said: "We can't take him away, it's impossible."

Mephisto glanced at the stretcher beside him, then at the young man's skinny arms and legs, wanting to say something but fearing he might give himself away. Luckily, the nurse mumbled, "Didn't I say? He thinks he's a cactus now, and if we try to pull him, we'll get pricked..."

Mephisto rearranged and combined this sentence in his mind several times but couldn't figure out its true meaning. He could only marvel at how fast English had developed, turning into something incomprehensible within just a few hundred years.

Just as Mephisto was about to say something, another nurse ran over and said, "Doctor, Laird downstairs invites you to see his artwork. Do you want to come have a look? You should go now because the janitor has been waiting for a long time. Laird said if you don't go, he won't let the janitor in."

Mephisto had a vague bad feeling, but he didn't know what to do with this "vegetable" either, so he thought he might as well switch patients.

Following the nurse to the fourth floor of the building next door, he hadn't even reached the floor before a terrible stench hit him. He involuntarily closed off the human sensory system and adopted the devil's way of seeing the world to avoid being suffocated.

He walked hesitantly to the door of the room at the end of the corridor. When he opened the door, the floor of the empty room had a huge King Solomon array drawn on it—the source of the appalling stench.

If Mephisto judged correctly, the huge magic array should have been drawn with human feces. It wasn't that he had any deep research into human feces, but the young man squatting nearby wasn't wearing pants and seemed dedicated to creating some raw materials for artistic creation.

With an earnest retreat of half a step, Mephisto glanced back to see the nurse and waiting janitor looking utterly accustomed to it, and he didn't know whether he should express his feelings.

He only knew that if any human dared to use such an array to summon him, he would rush to the Holy Sanctuary for legal aid at the first opportunity. Strange, look at the soldiers you've brought out!!!

He didn't even want to speak; he just waved his hand to let the janitor in to quickly clean the room. As the janitor went to work, Mephisto had barely exhaled a sigh of relief when the youth making raw materials turned his head to look at him, "Doctor! Doctor! King Solomon responded to me! He told me I can be discharged soon!"

Mephisto didn't know what to say; he could only nod perfunctorily. To his surprise, the youth suddenly grabbed the feces from the ground and threw it at him. Mephisto quickly dodged, almost unable to suppress a roar of anger.

The nurse hurriedly shut the door, saying, "He probably felt you were humoring him. Why didn't you talk about the Twelve Pillar Gods today? He loves listening to that."

Mephisto opened his mouth to say something but ended up saying nothing. As he turned to head to his office, he was stopped by a group of people.

"Hey, Doctor, good morning. Are you free now?" The young man at the forefront wore a hoodie, with blond curls, looking fairly normal, followed by a black-haired woman and a Black man.

"What's up?"

"Nothing, just that you promised to finish the story of Stark developing the battle armor last time, and you didn't. You said after that gathering you went to fight the magic beasts, so did you win? Who was stronger?"

"Sorry, I have some matters now." Mephisto still didn't understand what he was talking about, so he just smiled and said, "I'll find you guys when I'm free."

"Alright," the young man shrugged.

Just as Mephisto was leaving the building, he suddenly heard a crackling sound in the back courtyard. He quickly skirted around the side path to see the young man who'd asked him questions just now holding a gun, which Mephisto couldn't identify, firing "rat-a-tat-tat."

Though he didn't know the specific make of the firearm, Mephisto could recognize an automatic weapon by its sound. His method of distinguishing between automatic and non-automatic weapons was simple: if it fired quickly enough, then it was definitely automatic.

"What are you guys doing?!" Mephisto shouted at him. The young man, however, turned the gun towards him.

Mephisto was extraordinarily angry. Just as he wanted to reprimand, the young man put away the gun with a smile and said, "Doctor, I can tell you're in a bad mood today. Come over and fire a few shots; my dad always told me this would make things better."

Mephisto couldn't help but ask, "Your dad let you just point the gun at others?"

"Yeah, that's why he ended up taking over 50 shots from the police, turning into a piece of cheese dropped in cherry juice. Hahaha."