"Maybe we are very similar," he said: "We are all working hard for other people. Maybe saving them is also saving ourselves."

He stopped what he was doing and said with some emotion: "In other words, it is the goal of saving others that has saved me countless times."

"There have been many times when I had many dangerous thoughts, and I knew very well that if I wanted to avenge what happened to me, then maybe I could do a lot of things."

“But it’s precisely because I’ve felt so painful about what happened to me that I can relate to it so clearly.”

Under the cold light of the instrument, Dr. Connors's eyes were like waves of sea water. The genes of cold-blooded animals have not completely faded away. His eyes still have vertical pupils like lizards, but now, there are differences between them and cold-blooded animals.

of rich emotions.

"If it weren't for saving her, maybe I would have given up everything long ago." Also in the laboratory, Victor was sitting on the ground, leaning on the experimental table, stroking the freezer where his wife was placed with one hand.

"The story you told me shocked me." He said bluntly, Victor said: "I think there are still many people in the world who are troubled by this disease like my wife."

"Just like the story of your friend, a scientist who lost his arm wanted to cure all disabled people in the world."

"I think I have a greater goal now." Victor's voice passed through the faint light of the laboratory, and his eyes always contained a different kind of emotion.

"That's a goal that sounds even more ridiculous, like this ridiculous world," he said.

"I hope that one day no one, no wife or husband, will ever have to suffer from this disease..."

He raised his head and looked at the freezer and said: "I hope no one will look at their loved ones through such a thick hatch, but can hug and kiss them as much as they want."

"I hope they don't have to experience the same tragic story as me." Connors said, using his only hand to rub the books on the experimental table, his voice began to become tangible in the quiet laboratory.

"To thank the world for leaving me with a genius brain after taking away part of my limbs."

"It took away my true love, but at least it left me with wisdom..."

"If I have the ability to do something, then missing an arm will not stop me from changing the world."

"If I still have a chance to reunite with her, then I hope all the families in the world have this kind of luck. If they don't, then I will give it to them..."

As for Schiller, he just stood in the middle of the two stories, listening to all their changes in mood and emotional ups and downs.

It was as if two spaces suddenly overlapped. Schiller saw that in the overlapping spaces, Connors raised his head and saw Victor sitting in front of the experimental table. Victor turned his head,

The moment the two of them made eye contact, countless light spots shattered, and space and time stopped.

Thousands of light years away, separated by many world barriers, their eyes met, penetrating space and time, two stories, two lives, the same wisdom, the same thoughts, meeting at this moment.

Stark stood on the roof of the Stark Tower wearing a mecha. Schiller lit a cigarette. Stark looked at the lights of New York City below and said:

"I have never felt so clearly that there are people like me working hard to change the world."

"Change the world?" Schiller said: "Why are you sure he wants to change the world like you do?"

Stark shook his head and said: "This is the resonance between geniuses. Maybe you can't see how much wisdom and effort are contained in those boring numbers."

"But I can see him, his wisdom, his personality. This is an exchange between geniuses."

"What do you think he would be like?"

"He is different from me in that he does not put so much passion into this, nor does he regard these genius studies as his life goals."

"He doesn't care about creativity or the fun in it. I think he should be a rather depressed person, but that doesn't matter..."

Schiller turned his head, and he saw Stark's always moist eyes, which became very bright under the light of the distant lights.

He heard this unique genius say: "We are the same, but different. This world is so wonderful. He gave two completely different people almost the same wisdom."

For the first time, Schiller heard Stark admit that someone had the same intelligence as him.

"No matter what our purpose is, every human being should be proud of the great wisdom he possesses." Stark never seemed to lower his head, just looking into the distance like this.

The city lights in New York were still very bright at night. In Schiller's eyes, these lights gradually went out, the city dimmed, and the roads began to gradually extend. When we returned to Gotham, the roof of the Wayne Group Building was as cold as the cold wind.

"I have always firmly believed that no matter what other races there are in the universe, humans must be special." Batman said to Schiller while standing on the roof of the building. The increasingly prosperous lights of Gotham coated his mask with a layer of

warm color.

"I also know that no matter where that person is inventing, he should be thinking the same thing as me." Batman said.

"I didn't know that you would actually think that someone thinks the same as you."

"No one thinks exactly like me," Batman said.

"We are all unique..." Stark said.

"But that's what's amazing."

"This is the essence of human wisdom..."

"Wisdom is so magical."

"...It's amazing, isn't it?"

In Schiller's vision, the lights of Gotham and New York gradually merged into one, as if at this moment, the two top geniuses in the world were standing face to face. They could not see each other, but they could

It was as if he felt the other person's presence.

Separated by immeasurable distance and completely different times, they completed an almost impossible communication.

These geniuses seem to have found a meeting point in a complicated network. All the light spreading from this point echoes each other. Different identities, different backgrounds, play different roles, and stay in their own worlds.

, but they seem to be intimate and connected.

Perhaps this is the greatness of human beings, they are always connected and empathic.

It was late at night, Batman turned and left, and Stark also left. In the Gotham University laboratory, Victor fell into sleep, and in the Stark Tower laboratory, Connors fell asleep slowly.

Time and space continue to bring countless shadows and take them away.

In the end, only Schiller was left, standing on the roof of the Stark Tower. The stars were shining brightly in New York tonight.

He saw countless stars twinkling at the farthest end of the night sky. Perhaps one of them was the light of another world.

The knowledge and wisdom of geniuses echo each other, lighting up the beacons of civilization, and now Schiller is standing here. He is not one of them. He is just like an ordinary person, standing on the top of a tall building, beneath his feet is a world that has never been seen before by mankind in thousands of years.

The fire is extinguished, and above the head are countless bright lights, rising from the other side of the distant world, thousands of miles apart, watching each other from afar.

He thought that from slash-and-burn cultivation to steam rising, from the first electric light being lit to countless tall buildings rising from the ground, human beings have never stopped exploring.

Across space and time, all wisdom is woven into a rope that drags the giant ship of mankind forward. The great geniuses wave across the river of time, and the pioneers of civilization pay tribute across the barriers of space.

Schiller thought that if he was destined to come here, then the ability to connect the two worlds would be the best gift given to him by the Creator.

He allows all those who cannot meet to meet each other, allows heroes to cherish heroes, connects minds, and allows wisdom to collide.

If he must have a purpose here, and must eventually accomplish a great thing, then Schiller hopes to light up one lamp after another of wisdom and condense these lamps, just as he is doing now.

Let it become the fire of civilization that cannot be extinguished, let it burn blazingly, and become the sun that never sets in the universe.

Then one day, we will witness the giant ship called human civilization sailing into the mysterious universe that our ancestors have never reached.

By then, thousands of miles of galaxies will shine together, hundreds of millions of stars will shine together, and the brilliance of this black sun will be endless.

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