There are countless theft cases in Hell's Kitchen, but Schiller has never heard of any thief in Hell's Kitchen that would stare at cakes and steal, not only cakes, but also coffee powder, soda biscuits and jam that Schiller grinds.

Is this thief reincarnated? It is not enough to steal four pounds of cake in a day, and it also needs to be paired with half a pound of soda biscuits, two cans of coffee powder and three bottles of jam.

He wasn't afraid of suffocating himself to death, Schiller thought.

Of course, although the loss was not a big deal, Schiller still had to catch the thief and figure out how he stole the thing.

Schiller made a trap, using the thief's favorite cake and a little bit of fear gas, and placed it in the warehouse he least visited in the house, waiting for the thief to take the bait.

While waiting for the bait to take effect, Schiller wrote the story he next used to fool Guyi in a notebook.

The idea of ​​instilling the concept of the King of Yellows into Gu Yi was not Schiller's goalless. In the world view of the Marvel Universe, there are countless demons in various universes, such as the Trinity Weishan Emperor, and Gu Yi relied on his power.

The origin of Cthulhu in Marvel is relatively scattered, some say it is the incarnation of nothingness, and some say it is the blood and tears of the universe. They are not a unified race and they look basically strange.

The true Cthulhu literature is more systematic, everything starts with the devil's head Asatus, but Schiller and Guyi mentioned another system, that is, a cursed script that Chambers once made in his short story - "The King of Yellows".

The settings in this script are more illusory and romantic than the myth of Cthulhu. In the distant Pisces cluster, on the ancient city of Harry Lake in Kalkosa, an ancient outer god, the king of yellow clothes, witnessed the fall of two black suns. Later, he was set as the representative of the "wind" among the old dominators and became mortal enemies with Cthulhu.

The most well-known one is the only mark in the Yellow King's setting - the Yellow Seal.

But in fact, this is not important. What is important is that Schiller needs to have a reasonable identity to talk to Gu Yi.

He can use his psychologist to talk to Stark, or he can play the life mentor of Spider-Little Scream, or it doesn't matter if Daredevil regards him as a criminal.

But Gu Yi is different. If Schiller does not have a mysterious and powerful enough identity, then this powerful supreme mage will not listen to him.

Since Schiller had read the comics, he knew that there were also old dominators in the worldview of the Marvel Universe. Now he reminded Gu Yi. If Gu Yi went to verify, she would find that everything Hasta, played by Schiller, was true. There were once a group of blind and foolish old dominators imprisoned in the extra dimension, but no one knew whether they would return to Earth.

As long as Gu Yi believes in the identity of the king of yellow clothes played by Schiller, Schiller can get a lot of information he wants from Gu Yi.

While waiting for the thief trap to take effect, Schiller intermittently completed the settings of the Pisu Star Group. After all, he had to fool the Supreme Master, and his identity and background must be at least self-justified.

And the thief didn't make Schiller wait too long.

On a dark and windy night, there was no gunshot in Hell's Kitchen. Schiller was lying on the bed, half asleep and half awake, and he heard a loud noise from the warehouse below the building.

He immediately woke up and knew that the trap he set up had taken effect. He really didn't expect that he could actually catch the thief with a cake.

He tiptoed downstairs without turning on the lights, because if the other party held a gun and found that he was coming down, he would definitely aim at this side in advance. For his own safety, Schiller walked to the other side of the corridor and teleported directly, so that he could catch the other party off guard.

Just as he was about to flash, he suddenly found that the door of the warehouse was opened. Could it be that the thief was not controlled by the fear gas? He could even open the door and walk out by himself? This was a bit bad.

Schiller gave up his plan to flash, because once the teleportation was over, not only would the thief have to react for a while, Schiller himself would have about two seconds to accept the unfamiliar environment. This is how he teleported every time.

He found that the thief didn't seem to have found him. He tiptoed against the wall and walked along the corridor, and found an extremely short figure, about the height of the human calves and round, walked out of the crack of the door, complaining as he walked: "Damn it! Am I drunk? Why is this cake smelling like a biogas pool?"

Schiller looked at the figure, and wanted to speak, then he turned around, touched the switch of the light, and turned on the light with a "splash".

The round creature opposite screamed, and instantly fell on the ground with all his feet and wanted to run away. Schiller stretched out his right hand and a spell to capture objects from the air. The creature was directly caught by him.

Schiller's face looked ugly and felt the fluffy touch in his hand. In his hand, it was a yellow one with two long ears, round and fat one, and a lightning-shaped tail - Pikachu.

"Shit! Let me down! Don't touch me with your dirty hands! What's going on with you? How can you catch me? Let me go!!"

Now Schiller's face was ugly in capital. He never dreamed that in a story that was so serious and even slightly dark, how could a yellow-haired electric mouse appear?

Suddenly, he felt that Pikachu's screaming sounded familiar. Isn't this Deadpool's dubbing?

Schiller remembered in a little horrified that there is indeed a movie in Hollywood about Pikachu, that is "Detective Pikachu". In this movie, Pikachu is indeed dubbed with Deadpool.

Schiller took a deep breath, turned Pikachu over, grabbed its two short hands and said, "You stole my cake, soda biscuits, coffee powder and jam?"

Pikachu's eyes rolled around, and its cute face that was so cute that it showed a disgusting expression, and said in the voice of Deadpool: "Hey, man, I really don't know why your taste is so bad. The soda biscuits you bought were butterless and terrible. And the jam, how could you like strawberry jam? That's really not to my taste. Also, next time you finish cutting the cake, can you not put the cake knife on the cake? Do you know that it's actually very dirty?"

Schiller held Pikachu in one hand and covered his eyes with the other, which was really a huge mental pollution for him. In the face of Pikachu's complaints, he was indeed unable to refute because his taste was indeed different from that of a real American.

"Listen, you thief, first of all, you stole my food again and again, secondly, you didn't feel guilty at all. It seems that you are a habitual offender..."

"Come on." Pikachu waved his hand, and it said: "Obviously you are not a normal person either. No ordinary person can still talk to him calmly after seeing a mouse talking."

Schiller pursed his lips and stared at Pikachu with big eyes. The main reason was that Pikachu's appearance brought him a huge impact on his worldview.

You know, he was just talking about his life ideals with Batman in Gotham, who was in an extremely dark style. In a blink of an eye, this yellow rat with a mouthful of deadpool appeared in front of him. How could Schiller not have a short circuit in his brain?

Next, will he have to go shopping around the grass? After collecting all the Pokémon friends, he will challenge various gyms?

Is this style completely wrong?!!

More importantly, although this yellow electric mouse is only as tall as a human calf, it has a Deadpool's mouth!

The most deadliest part of Deadpool!

The best thing is that I didn’t learn at all!

Remove the essence and take the dross and belong to it!

This made Schiller recall the comics pages that were occupied by Deadpool’s words box when he was reading comics in his previous life. Now the Deadpool version of Pikachu, Deadpool, and Spider are getting together...

Schiller felt that if he lived in the comics, he would probably be blocked so that he could not even see his face.

And he remembered that in the Hollywood version of "Detective Pikachu", Pikachu's setting actually uses the settings in the Japanese game of the same name. Pikachu here is not a cute guy who only knows Pikapika, but a detective with a voice of uncle. Judging from Pikachu's reaction just now, his IQ is indeed not a simple pet.

After a while, Schiller and Pikachu sat face to face on the sofa. Pikachu held a cup of coffee with its short hand and said, "In fact, I don't have any memory. I only remember that after a flash, I fell into a garbage truck. It took a lot of effort to climb out. I was so hungry that I walked for a long time, but the streets were closed and there was no one I could enter, only you. The back door of your warehouse seemed to be unsecured. After I came in, I found the refrigerator along the corridor... Of course, it was indeed wrong for me to steal things, but I was really hungry. If possible, I would pay you the cake money if I made money."

Schiller applauded him and said, "I have to say that as a mouse, your ideological awareness is really terrible. If mice all over the world can be as polite as you, then humans don't have to invent so many rat killers."

"So what you put next to the cake today is a rat killer? That's too smelly. To be honest, that smell almost cost me half of my life."

"In fact, that's not a rat killer. It's actually more terrible than a rat killer... Forget it, you're just a mouse anyway."

Schiller put down his coffee cup and stared at Pikachu curiously and said:

"So, do you know that?"

"What? What do I know?" Pikachu looked at him in confusion.

Shiller looked at the cute yellow face with an extremely human expression, and he felt mixed feelings. He said, "It's that..."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"Well, Pikachu, listen, you said you want to make money and compensate you for the food you stole, but I don't think there is anyone besides me who can only speak human language to work. So if you want to compensate me for my losses, you can only stay with me to work. If you want to get the opportunity to work, you have to show your boss what talents do you have, right?"

"Oh, I understand, are you referring to discharge? This is my special skill. With me, you can pay at least half of the electricity bill a month. However, I was too hungry before and have not recovered now, so I guess I can't release 100,000 volts, but it's okay to charge your phone..."

As he said that, it hit the ground with four short legs and ran to the table. It jumped onto the table, took out Schiller's charging cell phone, and then ran back to the sofa with his phone in his arms to show it to Schiller.

Pikachu's lightning-shaped tail stretched out, and the lightning flashed all over his body. Schiller's phone screen lit up, showing that it was charging, but the speed was not fast.

It seemed that in order to show his ability, Pikachu hugged the phone tightly, shook its tail hard again, and then stretched out hard, and the lightning was buzzing all over his body. The charging speed of the phone became fast, and it was charged with 10% of the electricity in almost a second. Just the second before Schiller stopped it, the phone made a loud "bang!" sound.

Pikachu's yellow hair was blown into black, and a mouthful of black smoke was spit out of his mouth. Then it looked down at the exploded phone in his arms and said, "It seems that you can only allow me to work here, otherwise I may not be able to compensate for it in my life."

Schiller covered his forehead and said, "Your performance was really wonderful, which surprised me. I really didn't expect that there is such a useful charging socket in this world."

Pikachu heard his sarcastic spirit and was about to speak when Schiller said, "Okay, but this is not what I want to see."

"Then what do you want to see? What talent do I have? Why don't I know..."

"Of course you know, that's that..."

Schiller stared at Pikachu with bright eyes, and Pikachu suddenly showed a complicated look, as if he had eaten shit.

It reluctantly turned over under Schiller's gaze, then jumped to the back of the sofa, making a loud noise-

“pika—pika!!!”
Chapter completed!