The atmosphere in the banquet venue suddenly became subtle, and the atmosphere where the whole audience focused on one person suddenly disappeared. Everyone took their attention back, as if they had their own thoughts, their own secrets, and they seemed a little nervous.

"Oh, I get it!"

Schiller suddenly raised his tone and could clearly see the hands of several people holding cups next to him tightly, as if he suddenly heard the alarm ring in a dream.

"I know that Gotham's slightly chaotic security situation makes you not very confident about the FBI, and the FBI does not like to turn its attention here."

"But I think this is actually unfair. The FBI should treat every city in every state equally, rather than give up here because it is difficult to maintain public order in a certain city."

"Of course, I can also understand that because of noble morality and compassion, you all don't want to add any burden to the institutions that safeguard national security, but it doesn't matter. I have a good relationship with some colleagues from Congress, the Department of Defense and Security, and of course I can solve your problems..."

"Mr. Schiller." Bruce interrupted Schiller. At this moment, his slightly low voice sounded like a wonderful singing voice to everyone, interrupting Schiller's demonic whisper.

"Yes, this matter is indeed quite serious." Bruce opened his mouth and made everyone's eyes dark. The two old men standing behind the stairs were so anxious that they almost stomped their feet. They wanted to rush up immediately and cover Bruce's mouth.

"The FBI is a trouble everywhere." Constantine curled her lips and commented: "No one likes to deal with them. It's best if the FBI doesn't focus on this place. Everyone can be at peace, but if they have to come, even if they can't find anything, it's annoying enough."

"Don't think I don't know that the big families in Gotham have more or less black properties." Hal rolled his eyes and said, "The same is true for Haibin City. Families with slightly more powerful status are not connected with smugglers. How much effort did they take to make the FBI not pay attention to this place. Schiller wants to attract the wolf into the house, how can they not be anxious?"

"More importantly, the professor's performance convinced others that his position in the Department of Defense and Security is indeed of great importance," Diana said.

"Gotham is indeed like a three-no matter zone, but it is still above the federal territory and cannot be completely autonomous. The FBI cannot control Gotham or the several ports that have logistics transactions with Gotham? No one can think of it if it is a little bit difficult in terms of logistics."

"It seems that this is the purpose of Batman inviting Schiller to the banquet. He had expected that March would set up a plan for him and wait, the show had just begun." Greedy echoed with a smile.

"Especially the tragedy that Mr. March encountered..." Bruce changed his style and looked at March next to him and said, "This gentleman wanted to participate in the construction of Gotham with sincerity, but was persecuted. It was a strange injustice in the world. I think he must need the FBI to come here to pay justice for him."

Schiller also turned his eyes to March's face. Before March could speak, he rushed forward and said, "Oh my God, sir, why didn't you say this when you talked to me yesterday? You really shouldn't hide such an important situation from your psychologist, which will lead to my misjudgment of your psychological condition."

"Of course, your situation cannot be said to be a mental illness, but some anxiety that ordinary people are prone to. I dare say that everyone here will have more or less such emotions."

"But if such emotions come from the physical harm you suffer, in addition to anxiety, I have to make inferences about 'PTSD', and my professionalism requires me to do so."

"No, I'm not..."

March had noticed the changes in the eyes of the people around him. There was no doubt that being a little mentally ill in Gotham was not a big deal, or that those who could still stay here were more or less seriously ill.

However, because of being injured by a killer, a mental illness may occur, and even PTSD may occur. Because of a little injury, you have to see a psychiatrist. That is the most frustrating and most despised mental illness. The sick have no thoughts and the sick have no personality.

March gritted his teeth. He wanted to say very much that he had not visited the psychologist at all, nor allowed Schiller to say his situation, but he turned around and swallowed it back into his stomach.

Schiller is a psychiatrist, so he went to see Schiller, not for the sake of medical treatment, but for what? To enjoy the pleasure of fooling the police after killing someone? Self-destruction on the spot, right?

"Hahahahahahahaha!" Harley had already slapped her back and forth with a half smile. She said while laughing: "This idiot has gone around in! In order to embarrass Batman, he himself said that he had suffered serious injuries from the killer. Schiller took the opportunity to imply that he went to see a psychologist because he was afraid of pain and death, and he couldn't explain, hahahahahaha!"

"What can he say? He can't say that I killed someone, I want to show off in front of others, and this person happens to be a psychiatrist! But if he says that, maybe this group of people will look down on him a little bit, hahahahahaha!"

As Halle said, the eyes of people around him who looked at March had changed a little, and the same sentence was still said, in Gotham, you can't show weakness.

In the dark forest where the strong prey on the weak, you can also see a doctor because of your madness, your anxiety, your doubts and confusion, but you can't be afraid.

Gradually, March discovered that the contemptuous look was gradually changing into another emotion, that is, greed. What would happen if a group of hungry wolves found that there was actually a sheep in wolf's skin among the pack?

March felt that the bright lights could no longer provide him with a sense of security. In the dark night, one pair of bright torch-like eyes lit up, staring at the lamb that exposed his weakness.

"Ahem." Bruce's soft cough broke the gradually strange atmosphere. He stepped forward, shoulder to shoulder with Schiller, and then turned to look at Schiller, who also turned to look at him.

March has been completely excluded from the two of them. Obviously this is another signal. In this conversation, March has lost all his initiative and has only one last step left to be kicked out.

"As Mr. March's friend, I sympathize with his experience. He was hurt within the Wayne Group, which is also my fault." Bruce lowered his head and showed guilt.

"To be honest, I didn't expect that when he was sad, he didn't come to me to talk to you at the first time, but found you."

"Actually, I was quite surprised." Schiller nodded slightly and said, "I just came to Gotham and had the first patient. Gotham is not as strange as outsiders say."

"They are mocking March as a betrayer." Bruce in the theater explained: "After something happened, I didn't discuss it with my own people at the first time, but went to find an outsider. He was an outsider who had just arrived and was not known to anyone. He even revealed what was happening in Gotham, a complete traitor."

"Sometimes, I don't understand you Gotham people. They always like to treat each other as enemies, fight until they are tragic and die. But they also hate outsiders who interfere with your tortures. They seem to be inseparable in some aspects and are closer than allies." Clark expressed his feelings.

"It's a sharp pain." Constantine commented: "I haven't been to Gotham, I'm not really experiencing real madness."

On the screen, Bruce and Schiller said one by one, one sang blushing and the other sang blushing, and did not mention Machi in a single sentence, but every sentence was mentioned Machi, until Marchi's character was completely portrayed as a timid, cowardly, living a life of silence, and frightened to seek help from outsiders.

In the end, March couldn't stay in the center of the venue, so he could only grit his teeth and find a slightly crappy reason to leave here.

After he left, everyone's contempt for him became deeper, because in such an occasion, he should not find any reason, just put the wine on his clothes and leave the venue.

As Diana commented, March revealed a sense of awkwardness of disagreement, and bystanders also had a straightforward feeling about it at this moment.

"A beautiful joint attack." The pathological spoke at last: "But it's not over yet. Batman must deal with the FBI-related issues, irresistible, but cannot accept, and must be reasonable and decent enough."

"I think we can think about the FBI's questions again." Bruce shook the wine in the glass, but did not lower the volume, and still seemed confident. He said: "Of course I believe in the FBI's capabilities, but don't you think it's completely unnecessary to get them to send agents here?"

"Oh? I'd like to hear it carefully."

"You are a professor at the Intern Agent Training Academy and have worked in this position for many years. In other words, the FBI's current elite backbone agents are your students. Since the teacher has arrived, why bother to add to it?"

A burst of applause came from the rear of the theater. He lowered his head greedily, smiled and clapped. The applause also resounded into everyone's hearts. I have to admit that this answer was indeed reasonable and decent.

Not only did he push Schiller to a high position, he could not refuse with a tough attitude, but he also played a logical trick, describing the teacher's ability as the sum of students' abilities, emphasizing that the teacher must be greater than the students' abilities, so that the necessity of coming here again as a student's agent can be erased.

After all, according to this logic, the teachers who have taught so many agents are here. If the teacher is not good, what's the use of students coming?

"Professor Schiller, as I said before, people's attention to mental health is a manifestation of social progress, and I think everyone should pay attention to this, especially myself."

Bruce suddenly changed the topic, but Schiller understood his hint, so he stepped forward and looked into Bruce's eyes and said, "Yes, Mr. Wayne, so I wonder if I can be lucky enough to get a card for your business so that you can remember what you said today when you have doubts about psychology?"

Bruce turned silently, took the card holder from his dedicated waiter, pulled out one and handed it to Schiller. Schiller also took the card silently and put it in the pocket of his suit.

Schiller gently touched the side of the wine glass on Bruce's hand with the wine glass again, lifted the wine glass and took a sip of the wine. This time, Bruce also picked up the wine glass and opened his mouth to drink.

When they lifted the glass, the wine flowed toward one side of the glass wall. Both of them looked at each other through the blurry wine glass and the wine that looked clear and shining under the light.

At the same time, in the other party, he saw the joy of winning through perfect cooperation, and also saw the enemy of life and death several times, and under the surging under the undercurrent, the calm murderous intent was calm.

()
Chapter completed!