Bob seemed a bit put off, he blurted out: "As far as I know, many unemployed public transportation workers are protesting and demonstrating, and many people are making bombs..."
"I believe if that damn shuttle drops a few more, people will certainly know that buses are the safest!"
"Tony Stark, that damn playboy, took away the money that should have been mine. I must get it back!"
Eddie shook his head and said: "What we need to discuss now is not how you can make Stark pay, but how you can save yourself. This doesn't include getting all excited while holding a bomb, aren't you afraid you might accidentally trigger it?"
Yanked back to reality like a bucket of cold water, Bob hastily dropped the suitcase he was holding. He shivered and stuttered: "I... I am not... Oh my God, how could I make a bomb? I..."
Bob sniffled and said: "My dad was an engineer. I saw him tinker with these things, so I knew how, but it was a long time ago. I don't even know how I remembered..."
"Crimes of passion," Shiller suddenly chimed in. "Emotional excitement, high blood pressure, accelerated breathing, all lead to an increase in blood flow to the brain, prompting people to recall forgotten knowledge. It's a classic case in the common phenomenon of sudden intellectual spikes during crimes of passion..."
When Eddie and Bob both turned to look at him, Shiller's head sank again, like he was falling asleep. After a while, he jerked awake, asking: "What happened?"
Bob was startled, and Eddie quickly said to comfort him: "Don't mind him, my friend isn't in the best mental state. I originally brought him out to take his mind off things... Oh, right, you said your daughter has epilepsy. I'm just about to fetch something from my friend's psychological clinic. They might have medication."
Bob immediately widened his eyes, saying: "A psychological clinic? Your friend is a psychologist?? Then how can he..."
"Physician, heal thyself." Eddie shrugged, stood up first, pulled Bob up, and then asked: "I remember someone told me that there are a lot of drugs in Shiller's psychological clinic, but I'm not a doctor, and he's not in a good state right now. Can you recognize the medicine your daughter uses?"
"Of course!" Bob jumped up from the ground and said: "If that's the case, that would be great, after all, I can't buy the medicine without a prescription, and those black market clinics are not reliable..."
As Eddie was leading Bob and Shiller to the psychological clinic, he said: "You have to be sure about the correct dosage..."
"Don't worry, my daughter has had this disease for a long time. Frequent illness makes good doctors, I'm nearly a half-doctor myself."
In no time, the three arrived at the entrance of Shiller's clinic. Shiller was doing relatively okay as they walked, so the doors were locked. Unfortunately, as his condition worsened, he lost the keys. But this didn't stop Eddie.
Just as Bob was about to offer to pick the lock, Eddie gestured with his arm, Bob immediately covered his mouth and backed away a few steps.
Venom appeared with the intention of using brute force to lift the roller door, but instead, he let his glue enter into the lock and pried it open.
After entering the clinic, it was a mess inside, and Eddie didn't have time to clean up. He asked Venom in his mind directly: "Where did Peter tell you Shiller's stash of drugs is?"
"In the basement, there is a refrigerator. Some drugs need to be refrigerated, but there are some addictive drugs, which are somewhat dangerous, so..."
Before Venom could finish speaking, Eddie waved to Bob and said: "The drugs are in the basement, go find them yourself."
After that, he went upstairs to pack up Shiller's luggage, leaving Bob feeling rather overwhelmed. He said: "Is it really okay for me to rummage around? If the doctor wakes up, won't he get mad?"
Shiller stood beside the door, looking at his hands, saying nothing. Bob hesitated for a moment and finally went down.
Indeed, the basement was filled with a variety of medications. Bob didn't recognize most of them, but he did find the epilepsy medication, and it was well stocked. Without thinking too much, Bob emptied the explosives from his leather bag and filled it with medicine boxes.
Eddie, leading Shiller, bid farewell to Bob at the entrance of the clinic. Bob was anxious to get the medicine home to his daughter. Then, Eddie pulled out a business card he had written last night. He said: "This has my phone number and address. If you need help, call the number, and of course, if you want to share your stories with a former gold-medal journalist like me, I would be happy to listen..."
Bob felt deeply touched, so he took the business card, embraced Eddie, turned around, and left.
Unexpectedly, as soon as Eddie and Shiller returned to Eddie's place, his phone rang. Bob's anxious voice came from the other side: "Uh, that, Mr. Brock, sorry to bother you so soon, but a colleague of mine has attempted suicide. I saved him, but he's not doing very well. I don't know how to console him, could you come over? Or does your doctor friend know what to do?"