"The capital you own creates a class gap between you and the people you pity, and gives you greater power than they do. You want to use this power to take responsibility and create a happy life for them.
"
"But in fact, people's happy life is neither created by capitalists nor does it need capitalists to create it."
"Capitalists don't create anything. They just exploit people layer by layer in the process of creating a happy life and continue to suck blood."
"You think that you have such great power, but you do not abuse it, but do your best to benefit the people. But in fact, the power you have obtained is precisely based on your exploitation of the people."
"This is why there are no kind-hearted capitalists in this world. The wealth they use to spread their kindness is extracted from the blood vessels of the proletariat, including you, Batman."
"The huge wealth you have, the high-tech equipment, and all the investment you use to save the people actually come from the people."
Schiller walked across from Batman, and when the gray and blue eyes met, they were like waves hitting the high wall of a dam.
Schiller looked at Batman and said: "I told you at the beginning that you would invest all your wealth to save all mankind and help them achieve ultimate happiness."
"You made this difficult decision, so you feel very great and dedicated."
"But in fact, you are not great, and this is not a contribution. The things you have given are what the people deserve."
"Just like now, you led the demons to seize the mine and overthrew the rule of General Rotten Heart. You became the new owner of the mine. Therefore, you have greater power, but this should not only belong to you, but to
Every devil who worked hard and shed blood in this process."
Schiller tilted his head, stared into Batman's eyes and said, "Your eyes are telling me that you are not convinced."
"You are thinking that without you, they will never wake up. You are thinking that you also shed blood and fought hard on the battlefield, and even achieved more results than them."
"Indeed, you have acted as a guide, and you should naturally be rewarded. But is this reward really so great that you want to take possession of the fruits of everyone else's labor?"
Schiller moved a little closer, looked into Batman's blue eyes and said:
"I think that for my conclusion, your mind should be filled with all kinds of negative emotions now."
"So, answer me, Batman, does this negative emotion come from your greed for capital or your arrogance towards the people?"
"Let me go!" Batman growled. He raised his lips very rarely and showed his teeth, like a self-defense beast. He repeated again: "Let me go! Joker! Otherwise you will die.
deal!"
Schiller took two steps back, showed a very bright smile, and said: "Did you see it? Did you feel it?"
The veins on Batman's forehead popped out, the muscles in his arms swelled, and the links of the chains were torn loose by him, but the next second, he suddenly froze there.
He kept panting, as if he had spent a lot of energy, and then he finally calmed down and said in a daze: "...Why?"
"What do you want to ask?" Schiller asked very patiently.
Batman didn't speak. He hung silently on the stone pillar, like a piece of bacon that had been in the corner of the butcher shop for the longest time but was the most unwilling to accept its fate.
"I think you have found the answer." Schiller's tone suddenly softened, like a real teacher, and he said: "You should already understand why we don't want to talk to you about this topic."
"It's not because you are a capitalist now, but because, from beginning to end, you are unwilling to become a proletariat."
"You are afraid of this identity." Schiller commented, "Perhaps, it is not because of your greed for capital, nor because of your arrogance towards the people, but still because of the psychological trauma that has made you
Fear of being unable to change."
"You don't want to face the death of your parents and be powerless. Such a tragedy happens again. You don't want to feel powerless again when facing this kind of thing."
"You feel that the proletariat is powerless, with no knowledge, no wealth, no weapons, nothing. The more you understand the cruelty of reality, the more you feel that they cannot resist... You are afraid of this situation."
Batman lowered his head and remained silent, but Schiller said: "The feeling of powerlessness often comes from low or weakened internal drive, and the growth of internal drive requires a sense of security."
Schiller sighed and said: "Actually, I don't want to say this. It sounds too like an old-fashioned thing from the last century, but this sentence is really suitable for your situation."
"Money, technology, and equipment cannot bring you a true sense of security. Capital cannot be your only hope, and capital cannot be anyone's only hope."
"You need care, understanding and trust. Someone has to love you, and you have to love others."
Batman closed his eyes and remained silent. Schiller did not intend to force him to speak. He tilted his head towards the demon standing at the entrance of the cave. The demon stepped forward and untied the chain. Schiller shrugged.
explain:
"I'm used to taking some fixed measures on my patients to prevent them from escaping. They often run away. I don't know why. They are always so timid. I obviously follow the formal procedures for treatment, and I feel pretty good.
,Right?"
Batman half-knelt on the ground, coughed twice, and looked very weak. Schiller put his hands in the pockets of his suit pants, looked at him condescendingly, and said with some confusion: "Look, you guys always
In this way, I can’t stick to the treatment process for less than an hour.”
"Stop paralyzing there. You seem to be saying that I am an unprofessional violent doctor, but this is the first very formal psychological treatment I have given you."
"I have used almost all the techniques I have learned. So far, no one has been treated like this. If you act like you have been abused, I will burn your medical records when I go back to prevent you from being abused in the future.
You mention me in your autobiography, and I have to respond to you in my autobiography."
Schiller's tone was very relaxed. Batman hadn't heard such a tone for a long time. He remembered that the last time Schiller was so relaxed was when he and Schiller had a party together during his freshman year.
Wei, Gordon and Victor.
They gathered around a table together, chatting and laughing. At that time, Schiller was also very good at such a slightly ironic and cold humor, acting more like a British person.
These scenes kept lingering in Batman's mind, making him even more confused. Seeing his expression, Schiller shook his head, then turned and walked forward. He said: "Don't expect me to help you, my fusion
The process is not complete yet, if you don’t want to hear that madman laughing in your head in the middle of the night, it’s best to stand up and walk on your own.”
Batman stood up unsteadily and looked back at the scene in the mine. The commotion had been calmed down.
The two red devils failed. Molun was not a very smart opponent. Although Merkel was young, she was much more experienced than him. The moment he took out the dagger, he was subdued by Merkel.
Merkel walked back with the frightened Hexagon, stroking it with his tentacles to comfort him, and at the same time, listened to him talk about the plan that Morren and his companions had hatched to assassinate Batman.
Merkel just laughed at this plan and didn't take it seriously. It was actually difficult for this group of miner slaves trapped in the mines to formulate any decent strategy.
In this world, no wise decision comes from day-long fantasies. The closed environment is doomed to make some of their little tricks appear clumsy and lame. Not to mention Alfred, who has experienced many battles, even Merck
Yes, it can be easily dismantled.
Finding that Hexagon was fine, Batman followed Schiller all the way out of the mine. They walked up the road halfway up the mountain and returned to the gate of General Rottenheart's castle. Standing outside the gate, Schiller turned and looked at Batman.
Said: "Why are you following me?"
"The psychotherapy is over. Although I don't charge by the hour, you'd better not expect any free gifts." Schiller shook his head and showed a smile, as polite as a cashier who rejects rude guests.
.
Just when Schiller turned around and wanted to approach the castle gate, he heard Batman's voice from behind: "I want to go in and stay for a while."
"Don't pretend to be stupid with me. I know that you are not actually injured. There are still many things waiting for you to do..." Schiller paused, then showed a look of realization and said:
"Oh, I almost forgot. General Rotten Heart has provided me with a lot of help, so I should take over his responsibilities. According to the original script, when you rush into the Demon King's castle and kill him, what will you do?
I found a letter in his office."
After speaking, Schiller took a piece of paper from the demon next to him and said, "This is an autographed letter written by the wife of the demon lord Belial, the queen of this country, to General Rotten Heart."
"This rotten general seems to be the queen's cousin, or they have some other blood relationship. The queen, Mrs. Das, stated in the letter that the newest national advisor has replaced her in the heart of His Majesty Belial.
Because of her position, His Majesty Belial began to distrust her."
"Of course, there is something mentioned here..." Schiller pointed to the letter and said: "The name of this national preceptor is Schiller. Of course, that is not me, but the one you saw running from the tower before.
One of the many Schillers out."
"According to Madam Das' information, these Schillers went to different demon lords and assisted them. It was they who started the war in hell, and the purpose seemed to be to compete for the high tower in the center of the battlefield."
At this point, Schiller closed the letter and said: "I won't read the rest of the letter, but this queen really can't count on his cousin, because I found too many things under General Rotten Heart's skin.
The general has been at ease for too long and may not be able to provide any military help to his anxious cousin."
"Of course, he can't do it, but you can." Schiller took a step forward, stuffed the letter into Batman's arms, and then said: "Next, you must get the most professional psychological counseling in the world that you just received.
, pay a certain amount of compensation.”
"When I was in trouble, none of those indifferent guys were willing to stand up and share the burden for me, and they had to pay the price."
"I think the history of the rise of that behemoth on the other side of the ocean has told you how to unleash the greatest war potential in a short period of time..."
"Go ahead, Batman."
After Schiller finished speaking, he stared at Batman. Batman stood there and refused to move, so Schiller looked at him and said: "The mission has been read, you can leave."
But Batman still stood there silently. Schiller realized that Batman might want to say something, so he also stood there without moving, and the two remained in a stalemate like this for more than ten minutes.
Now Batman is sure that the memory of Schiller's childhood that he saw in the memory space should be true. Schiller can really stand there and stare at a person for more than ten minutes. From childhood to adulthood, it is exactly the same.
He cleared his throat, opened his mouth, closed it again, lowered his head, then raised his head, like a puppet performing a mime.
"What do you want to say?" Schiller asked, and he said instinctively: "There are no more clues. Isn't what I said clear enough? Find a way to knock them all down and let me return to my hometown. It's that simple.
.”
"That's not what I'm asking." Batman said suddenly. He was silent for dozens of seconds. Then, he cast his gaze on the wound on Schiller's shoulder. The metal ring that passed through the collarbone had not been removed, and because
Schiller's shoulders and neck were bloody and bloody due to Schiller's violent exercise.
Schiller followed Batman's line of sight and looked down at his collarbone, but he looked a little confused. At this time, he heard Batman's slightly stiff tone: