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"I don't know, no explanation was given," Shiller shook his head and said, "If I had to guess, he might want to stir up conflict between Sandman and Spider Man."
"What does Spider Man have to do with this?" Eddie was utterly perplexed as he said, "Does Spider Man have a grudge against Robbins?"
"No," Shiller shook his head again, "Based on my speculation, his actions may be due to a desire to expose the hypocrisy behind the facade of superheroes."
Eddie was even more baffled as he said, "He kidnaps a super villain to fight a superhero and then thinks that this can expose the superhero's hypocrisy? What kind of logic is that? It doesn't make any sense!"
"Or maybe he's just naively trying to teach a superhero a lesson, or simply wants to throw a superhero group into chaos. Didn't Sandman encounter The Avengers in Los Angeles?"
Eddie took a deep breath and said, "But he needs a motive, you understand? Every character in a movie must have their own perspective, stance, and motive. What is Robbins' view of The Avengers? What position is he taking against The Avengers, and what is his motive for doing so?"
"I don't know," Shiller shook his head, looking clueless, and in fact, he really didn't know because the behind-the-scenes mastermind didn't explain anything.
"This won't do," Eddie said, "Without a main storyline, the character setups are confusing... no, that's not right."
Suddenly, it dawned on Eddie, "You said this happened in real life, right? But Peter told that William isn't naturally bad, he just has a bit of a temper and unstable ntal state. Without any hatred towards The Avengers, why would he want to wipe them out?"
"That's the problem," Shiller said, "Just assu soone has the power to forcibly change character settings. There are even more illogical things to co."
Before Eddie could continue asking questions, Shiller said, "The superhero part also has to be changed. This section needs to be about Tony and Steven arguing..."
"Why are they arguing?"
"Over so joke about 'God's full body,'" Shiller said with a reminiscent expression, "Then over here because Steven habitually breaks finger biscuits, this is where Tony brings up a small town in Massachusetts, and then this part on the beach is because Steven showed a disdainful expression when Tony went surfing..."
Eddie was utterly confused, "Yes, I know they had many argunts during this process, don't forget I fild the entire thing, but no audience likes to watch these trivialities. The dramatics in a movie co from the conflict of strong motives. Arguing and bickering over finger biscuits? What kind of issue is that?"
"Moreover, with invisibility cloaks and super villains in the previous scenes, the tone is very serious. You can't just insert a segnt of everyday cody here, it would completely collapse the atmosphere that has been created before."
"Don't rush, because after this, we still have to connect it to the space station," Shiller dropped another bombshell, then said, "At the sa ti, a subplot begins. The Robbins who initially escaped followed the border to Hong Kong and, with the support of an unknown person, conjured up a large sum of money and paid Mysterio's team to sabotage the Space Station project."
"What???"
Eddie's features all crumpled together, but Shiller knew what he was talking about was true, for through the communications with S.H.I.E.L.D. and SWORD, they had almost figured it out. The mysterious backer supporting Sofia's team was none other than the escaped Robbins.
But where Robbins' money ca from, where the accounts ca from, how he transferred the money, no one could clarify, just as no one could clearly trace how Mysterio had managed to change his identity.
After viewing Mysterio's expose, Eddie also had the sa question, "If you want to incorporate Mysterio's story first, then you need to tell how he changed from Quentin Beck to Justin Balk. There must be so key figure who helped him, right?"
"Isn't it written there? Sofia Adra."
"But she's a scientist, how could she possibly fool so many law enforcent agencies and alter the records so perfectly? If the records aren't perfect, how do you explain how Mysterio got on the space station?"
"I don't know," Shiller gave an unexpected answer which Eddie had not seen on Shiller's face before. It was as if he truly knew nothing, and more importantly, he didn't want to know anything.
"Is there sothing out of your control?" Eddie seed to have guessed a little, but quickly realized sothing else and said, "No, if there really was sothing out of your control, would you be sitting here so calmly instructing ?"
Eddie and Shiller's relationship was quite close, mainly because he frequently visited the ntal clinic to save on diagnosis fees, and he believed he understood this psychologist quite well.
Shiller hardly ever accepted that anything in this world could be out of his control, except in the rare instances involving his friends, and eventually, things indeed got back on track.
But this ti, with such a significant incident, soone other than him, a behind-the-scenes manipulator, had planned so many conspiracies in a row, and Shiller was completely unaware of many of the details, yet he did nothing and sat here idly.
"Why?" Eddie asked sincerely.
Shiller turned away and sighed, "Now there's a pile of dog shit in front of you. If you take two more steps, you'll step in it. Would you walk forward?"
Eddie shook his head, and Shiller said, "But you don't know the exact feeling of stepping in that dog shit."
"Why would I want to know?"
"Then why would I want to know?" Shiller retorted, "When you already know it's dog shit, why would you want to get clear on the specifics?"
"Moreover, I don't have to investigate it, I can guess it out. The success of a conspiracy mainly relies on prediction, changes in character setting make no sense, the main storyline is basically nonexistent, motives and stances are completely unexplained, content is mostly filled with rubbish, and the conclusion is against the human race. The overall quality is worse than Bruce's psychology papers."
Eddie was at a loss for words. He sat back down and looked at Shiller, "Since you know it's a pile of dog shit, why would you still make a movie out of it?"
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"I'm not arrogant," Schiller suddenly said. "I can't be the only one to get dirty; if there's dirt, we all get dirty together."
"So, you're retaliating against society, huh?!"
Eddie finally understood that Schiller might want to take revenge on the behind-the-scenes manipulator, but his main purpose was definitely to enjoy everyone's expressions after they ate the dirt. That's just the kind of person he was.
Eddie knew he couldn't stop him, but he still decided to make a final struggle. He said, "I can shoot it according to your requirents, even without any paynt. I just ask for one thing."
"What?"
"Absolutely do not put my na on it." Eddie stretched out One Hand to emphasize, "You can't let anyone in this world, no, not just this world, all worlds know this crap was shot by ! That's my bottom line!!!"
Because he could already entirely imagine what a monuntal pile of shock this was going to be. He wasn't any good director, but he didn't want to be rembered for a movie like this.
Schiller once again averted his eyes.
Eddie, enraged, slamd the table and stood up. He said, "You're just trying to pin this pot on my head! Schiller! How have I ever wronged you?!!"
"It's because of that damned docuntary you shot!" Schiller finally revealed his true fangs. He too stood up, glaring at Eddie, and said, "Would I be in this ss if it wasn't for your malicious editing?!"
"That was just for performance... Okay, I admit I wronged you in that regard, but you can't take revenge on this way. I absolutely won't accept it!" Eddie roared.
"It's no use you not accepting it! Even if I don't have you shoot it, I'll still put your na at the top of the producers' list!" Schiller roared back.
There's a limit to what one can bear, and there's no need to bear anymore!
"Mask!!!!"
Venom surged out, the big mouth slowly closing over Eddie's face. Schiller took a step back in shock, but he still stared at Venom and said, "You'd better think carefully, can you beat ?"
Venom didn't even glance at him. With a cold snort, black sli erupted, and in an instant, several computer keyboards in the office were stuck by the sli and flew up, nurous tentacles began to rapidly type away.
"Revelation, the top psychologist Schiller Rodriguez's unknown academic journey and secret past?"
"Schiller's female companion reveals? The psychologist's unknown wild love history!"
"Stark and Strange! Who is really the first choice for a good doctor? The real reason behind Iron Man and the Supre Magician's confrontation is him!"
"Black Widow's once-in-a-century kiss, the heart-stealing assassin and her psychologist's untold story."
Nurous shocking headlines accompanied by the tentacles' rapid typing appeared on the screen, Schiller's eyes widened as he looked at the keyboards surrounding him. When had Venom evolved into the internet age's strongest superhero keyboard warrior?!
"Stop!!!!" Schiller raised his voice and shouted, "Don't send it out! Right now, the entrance to my sanatorium is blocked every day; I can't get any more famous!"
He slumped his shoulders and sighed, saying, "Okay, Eddie, you got lucky this ti..."
"I'll always be lucky after this." Eddie apparently hadn't let his guard down and said, "If you expose , I'll expose you. If it cos to it, we'll both go down together."
"You've definitely been influenced by this evil alien creature." Schiller said with a heavy heart, "You must have been bewitched by him!"
But Venom just stood there with his arms folded, even putting on an oversized pair of glasses for himself. Astonishingly, a sowhat refined air could be seen emanating from that tall, fearso black figure.
Such was the horror of combining Batman and Iron Man's intelligence.
Schiller waved his hand and sat back down, saying, "Alright, I give up. Put the keyboards down first."
Eddie didn't seem to fear that he would go back on his word. He retracted Venom and sat back down, then said, "I guarantee I can complete the movie to your exact specifications, but let say it again, if it's shot the way you've described, I can't even fathom how terrible it'll be."
"Just shoot it," Schiller said. "What's a rotten film anyway?"
In fact, Eddie was indeed very professional. He finished all the shooting quickly. When Schiller got the screener, he found that the film's length had reached a staggering seven hours.
But that was okay, it's just a little long, right? At most, it's just boring enough to make one fall asleep.
Schiller didn't think too much of it and left the film in his office at Arkham Sanatorium. He then turned to call about the situation in Centaurus, preparing to invite a few turkeys over for a screening.
Schiller, leaving the office, didn't notice that a dark shadow appeared in the corner of the office, and a pale, thin hand landed on the videotape.
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