"I think you are surprised by yourself in another universe. Before you see him with your own eyes, you don't have a good impression of him. You think he should be stubborn, serious, suspicious and even manic, but he acts much calmer than you think, right?"

The pathological tone is always very gentle, and every word falls on the ground is very clear, and the long tail sound is like this sentence that you are unwilling to leave the listener's brain.

This is really suitable for hypnosis and brainwashing. Bruce thought, as if he was instinct, he had no flaws, and everyone else was like an impatient sparrow.

"What do you think your biggest conflict with Schiller comes from? Is it your mental illness? The inconsistent part of your personality?"

The pathological continued to ask questions, but he rarely expected Bruce to answer, but asked and answered himself: "In fact, this is not the case. Your biggest contradiction lies in the age gap and the difference in life stages."

"The pain and struggle brought by mental illness and the sense of contradiction brought by inconsistent ideas are not the main problems. The biggest reason why you two often have conflicts is that you are young, have an unstable personality, are restless and aggressive, and simply put, are not mature enough."

"Of course, this is not accusing you. By social standards, most people will not ask a college student to be very mature. Boys will go through a long period of self-exploration before they can stabilize."

"The other self you see is not without pain or contradiction, but the calmness he has produced comes from his stability and maturity."

"He had already passed the period of self-exploration. Regardless of whether his personality is healthy or not, whether his logic is self-consistent, his keen, fragile and susceptible spirituality in his youth will eventually be worn out. Although he will lose a lot of inspiration, he will also become calm, majestic, and calm, which is the maturity recognized by sociology."

"Is this good?" asked Bruce. "Go to accept an answer, just for the answer, whether it is right or wrong?"

"These are just two different paths." The pathology gave an answer that surprised Bruce. Looking at Bruce's expression, the pathology smiled and said, "Do you think I will sharply accuse him of doing this?"

"But in fact, it is entirely a pleasing the generosity of others. Without experiencing others' suffering, you cannot persuade him to be kind, or even to continue to persevere. As long as he can accept the consequences, it doesn't matter whether it is right or wrong."

"Difficult situations will make people urgently need stability and maturity. They will take the initiative to end their own period of self-exploration in exchange for stronger ability to handle affairs and integrate into society. There is nothing to blame."

"It's better to say that if you can rebel at will, explore all your own possibilities, make all your mistakes and all your pits, you will be rare and lucky to be a person who is enviable."

"Most people realize in the process of paying attention to themselves that they do not have such capital to indulge in trivial fantasies, and can only force themselves to break free and force themselves to face the pressure of reality."

Bruce sat in a chair and was silent. He felt that he should change his point of view and look at another self.

After realizing that his mental state was worrying, Bruce had no hope for the esoters in other universes. He could fully imagine how troublesome his difficult mental illness would be to develop into the later stages.

He couldn't wait to see how this mad professor with excellent medical skills could face such a terminally ill madman Batman.

Bruce had to admit that he inherited some of the traits of this professor and had some shameless expectations for seeing another person who was unlucky.

But now he found that the conflict between Batman and the professor in his mature period seemed not so intense.

But this is also common sense. When the age group is the same and the stages of life are similar, it is easier for people to understand each other, or even if they don’t understand, they will not take existing aggressive measures to solve all problems.

Just like the sentence "Everyone is adult" can summarize most social interactions. It is not that there is no confrontation, but that this confrontation will be more secretive and elegant than conflicting with each other, like undercurrents and undercurrents.

"You always have to learn to be decent and give others decent."

The pathological low and gentle ending sound rang again, and the preaching meaning mixed in the tone was completely overwhelmed by the gentle and gentle tone, like a knife wrapped in honey.

"Hate will make a boy grow up to a man too early, and what he teaches him is not anger and violence, but forbearance and restraint."

"Only by gathering all the blood that rushed up to the head and gathering the strength placed on the fist back, can we sharpen a knife in our chest and give the enemy a fatal blow when necessary, without any damage, and still maintain elegance and obtain the most decent victory from both spiritual and physical levels...

"... instead of losing both sides, what do you think?"

Bruce turned his head and looked at his sick eyes and said, "So, in your opinion, arrogance is also a boy?"

Sicky shook his head and said, "Are you referring to the process of hurting each other? He is just like this when facing you."

"Why?"

"Because you are not his enemy, but his student."

With the conversation between the two, the huge screen in front of them went dark at some point. After the light appeared again, the ceiling of the hospital appeared in front of them.

This ceiling made Bruce feel a little familiar. He remembered that he had seen such a ceiling when he pretended to be the boss of the gangster and wanted to find clues.

"Arkham Asylum?" Halle's slightly surprised voice confirmed Bruce's speculation.

In the slightly old ward, Schiller looked down at his wrinkled suit and slowly narrowed his eyes. He was stunned for a moment just after he calmed down, then shook his head and said, "... Very good, I can't get in the palace of thinking, greed, wait for me."

After saying that, he raised his head and looked at the room, and then found a bell in the drawer of the bedside table that had some paint loss.

Schiller took out the bell and shook it for a while. A crisp sound echoed in the room. After a while, a nurse came in and said impatiently: "What's the matter?"

"Can you help me get a clean set of clothes? Thank you."

"There are no clean clothes here." The nurse rolled her eyes and said, "Don't think of following me to the laundry room or warehouse, and then kill me. I will call Batman over!"

"I just want to clean myself," Schiller explained.

"Think of a way yourself."

The nurse closed the door with a "slam". Schiller sighed, then sat by the bed and maintained this posture, waiting until dark.

As expected, Schiller saw a dark shadow with pointed ears in the corner of the interior lights.

"You brought me a set of clothes." Schiller turned his head and looked at the dark shadow by the window and said, "I deliberately threw me here, instructing the nurse to treat me rudely, and then faced me with dignity and deference."

"You understand that the best way to save a perfectionist personality disorder with obsessive-compulsive disorder is to satisfy their cleanliness...what do you want from me?"

Batman put a suitcase on the table next to it, and then opened the delicate locks on the box with his fingers covered in leather gloves.

The box was a clean and tidy suit. Schiller didn't have to look at it. It was completely customized according to his size and the tie was ironed.

Batman was silent. He just stretched out his hand slightly and made a "please" gesture. He did not put forward the conditions because he knew that the person in front of him could not refuse at all.

Sure enough, Schiller stood up. He stretched out a hand and gently stroked the fabric of the clothes. The soft touch did not meet the requirements of the straight suit, but Schiller knew very well that this was the best fabric for a suit. Firming and perseverance should come from tailoring, not rigid fabric.

Schiller lowered his eyes and found it difficult to control the smile on his lips. Batman is the soul mate of every criminal. He hates them, so he knows them very much, so he can easily satisfy them.

Finally, Schiller picked up his clothes and went to the bathroom next to the ward.

Thanks to this old mental hospital, which was built by Europeans, the bathroom space is not cramped and cleaned in advance, and the air is very dry, which makes the change of clothes smooth, and it also has a hint of comfort.

"It's over," Constantine said, covering her eyes and opening her mouth: "To some extent, he understands Schiller best, especially in his taste for all kinds of things."

Although Constantine is sloppy and looks like a homeless man, it is just his attitude towards life. As a traditional British man, he is a little cold and not very friendly, but very pursuing taste.

This type of personality is hard to please because they are very picky and sneer at all aesthetics that are not matched by brain waves, no matter how popular they are.

But when they really meet companions with the same taste, they will regard them as treasures and deeply understand how rare people with the same taste are, so they are willing to give in or even make concessions again and again.

"Schiller saw Batman's methods." Bruce said as if he was talking to himself: "I deliberately threw him into a mental hospital, deliberately locked him in an old and small room, deliberately made the nurse ridicule him, and then played a good person to help him. Schiller pointed out this, but Batman was not surprised."

"Is he calm about the mistake or deliberately making a clear plan? Why did he know? Schiller would not be angry about the unreasonable actions in the first half, but would actually accept his kindness?"

"Have you paid attention to that dress?" The sick reminder rang out in time.

Bruce narrowed his eyes slightly and saw that Schiller walked out of the screen in a new suit. The suit he was wearing was amazingly fit. It was definitely not a ready-made product, but must have been specially customized.

Bruce also has a good taste in suits, so it can be seen that from fabric to cut to fitting, it is very suitable for Schiller's temperament. This is an aesthetic value that is easy to appreciate. The taste is expressed very directly, and the emotions are also expressed directly.

"He saw what kind of person Schiller was, and only based on the side he had seen last night." Bruce continued, touching his chin, "By Shiller's movement of tidying up his tie, he saw the cleanliness caused by his obsessive-compulsive disorder and perfectionist tendencies. With his dress and dress, he guessed his aesthetic tendencies and comprehensively judged how to appease Schiller."

"There's another point." Sicky said again: "Since you've seen that the nurse is Batman, you should think that Batman would learn from the nurse that Schiller only expects a clean set of clothes, even a hospital gown."

"Then, a privately customized suit that suits the aesthetics will be an unexpected surprise, not in terms of cost and beauty, but in terms of satisfaction beyond expectations. This is human nature, and Batman is taking advantage of this nature."

"Does Schiller know this?" asked Bruce.

"Of course he knew, the nurse told him directly."

Bruce was stunned for a moment, and then thought that the last sentence the nurse said before leaving was "I will tell Batman", which means that the nurse told Schiller directly that I was sent by Batman.

"So, it's a bright card from beginning to end?" Bruce pressed his finger against his forehead and said, "From ridicule to please, they both knew it well, but no one said it."
Chapter completed!