Schiller tilted his head slightly, pursed his lips, and then said: "Well...there are indeed some additional clues. For example, Mrs. Dath actually belongs to the Medusa family, and she has a son named Etrigen.
, the relationship between Belial, Mrs. Dath and Etrigan should be the internal breakthrough."
"Now, the clues are really over." Schiller looked at Batman, and Batman looked at Schiller. After the two stared at each other for a few more minutes, Schiller spoke again: "...there is one last bit.
, the me under Belial is very difficult to deal with. He specializes in conspiracy, is good at hiding behind the scenes to disrupt the situation, and is better at long-term arrangements. However, he also has weaknesses. As for the specific ones, you have to find out by yourself.
"
After finishing speaking, Schiller looked at Batman again, and Batman looked at Schiller again. The two of them continued to stare at each other. Schiller frowned and said with some dissatisfaction: "You have to know that the two of us are one.
People, it is impossible for me to tell outsiders about my weaknesses..."
Schiller sighed and said: "Okay, let's just think of it as a gift from this psychological treatment. The weakness of the conspiracy is that he can't be on the stage. If you can kill Belial, he can't become the king by himself. He can only
Go find another monarch, and if you kill the other monarch, he will still have to find the next one."
"Of course, you can also try to find him a monarch like your helicopter engine. In this way, if he wants to set up a conspiracy, he must first convince his boss who is full of justice and stubbornness. He is not very good at persuasion."
Schiller still stared at Batman, and Batman still stared at Schiller. Schiller pressed his hand between his eyebrows and said: "There is really nothing more. You are going to avenge me, why should I lie to you?"
"
After saying that, Schiller started pacing in place. He looked down at the footprints he had stepped on and said, "I don't remember if I told you that this is not a kid's trick for asking for candy. You are here, shouldn't you?"
Do you want me to write you a guide to guide you on how to defeat myself?"
"You seem to be very dissatisfied with psychotherapy. Of course, I know that you are dissatisfied with my teaching and treatment. But what did I say to you when we first met?"
"Don't take my class, kid!"
"You chose the class yourself. Because of your curiosity, the attention you paid to me made me bear an inexplicable curse, but I still taught you conscientiously and even used my professional knowledge to teach you.
Psychotherapy...don't look at me like that, do you want to prescribe some medicine?"
"Although I have the right to prescribe, I must remind you that I haven't written any prescriptions in nearly ten years. If you are not afraid of death, I will send the prescription to Wayne Manor."
"What a tolerant person I am. It can even be called repaying evil with kindness. You must understand that my treatment method..."
"That's why I asked you, are your wounds okay?" Batman interrupted Schiller's murmuring and looked into his eyes.
Schiller's pacing paused for a very obvious moment. He took a breath where he stood, stabilized his center of gravity with one foot, turned around and crossed his arms, narrowed his eyes, stared at Batman and said:
"Didn't you listen to me before? I told you that I would be taken away by agents and captured by General Rotten Heart. The wounds I received were just a necessary part of my fusion."
"So it won't hurt you?"
Schiller was stunned again, or it would be more accurate to say he froze. He pursed his lips, looked at Batman and asked, "What did you say?"
"You feel pain, don't you?" Batman also looked into his eyes and said.
Schiller showed a very ridiculous smile, lowered his head, blinked, and said as if sighing: "Why don't you just ask me, 'Will you bleed?'"
Schiller raised his upper lip, exposed his teeth, stared into Batman's eyes and said: "You know, I don't do this. I have no morals and will not be forced by my conscience. The question of 'be a god or a human being' is not right."
It makes no sense to me, you haven't found a good knife."
"This is not a knife." Batman took a deep breath, looked into Schiller's eyes and said, "I just want to know if you are in pain now and how the wound is healing."
Schiller stared straight at Batman and slowly uttered one word: "Get out."
After saying that, he turned and walked towards the castle, and Batman actually followed him, but Schiller ignored him completely.
Schiller returned to the end of the long table in the front hall and sat down. He poured out the cold food on the plate and commanded the demon behind him with his eyes, asking General Rottenheart to provide him with some new help.
Batman walked to the right side of the table and sat down in the first seat on the right. Schiller's hand holding the fork paused, but he continued to focus on the food on the plate.
"You are feeling nervous." Batman said in a deep voice: "The facial expression is unnatural, the limbs are slightly trembling, the muscles are tense and twitching, the heart rate is increased, and the breathing rate is too fast..."
"I would be happier if I could see these words on your test paper." Schiller said without changing his expression. He put a piece of meat cut into a perfect square into his mouth and started chewing.
"The frequency of your chewing has changed." Batman stared at Schiller's movements and asked, "You have an anxiety attack, why?"
"When I stayed with you, I often suffered from anxiety attacks. If I were correcting your paper at Arkham Psychiatric Hospital, Brand would be surprised at why all the anxiety-suppressing drugs were used overnight.
Gone."
"You also talk more." Batman said: "The heartbeat is accelerated, the nerves are excited, and the blood flow is accelerated."
After finishing speaking, he glanced at the movements of Schiller's hands, and then said: "Dry mouth and loss of appetite followed. Now, the volume of food on your plate is on average two-thirds smaller than before.
If you don’t want to eat it, you don’t have to cut it again and again.”
With a "clang" sound, Schiller's blade engraved on the surface of the dinner plate. He sighed and put down the cutlery in his hands. Although his fingers kept shaking, he wiped his mouth with a napkin.
Schiller turned to look at Batman and said, "I have said before that you are not suitable to be a psychiatrist."
As he spoke, he stood up and walked to Batman's side.
The next second, Batman tilted his head, and a sharp table knife was inserted into the side of his neck less than one centimeter away. Schiller let go, looked at Batman condescendingly, and said, "I told you before.
Yes, you should immobilize your patient before starting treatment."
Schiller straightened his body, took a deep breath, slowly walked back to his seat and sat down. He grabbed the back of the chair, moved the chair forward, and took a new table knife from the devil's hand.
, then looked at the side of Batman’s neck and said:
"You should understand that the knife the agent gave me was completely within my plan. Guilt is your emotion, but it is my weapon. But in fact, this knife is not aimed at you, Constantine is.
my goal."
"So, you don't have to feel guilty about this at all, and you don't have to try to pay more attention to me. I have already experienced the power of your attention."
Schiller seemed to relax, and the symptoms of the anxiety attack just now were completely gone. He continued to eat the food on the plate. Batman stretched out his right hand and pulled out the table knife on the left side.
"Why don't you believe that I really care about you?" Batman threw the knife on the table and made a "clang" sound. The movement of Schiller's hand immediately stopped, but soon, he
Then he returned to normal. Batman looked at him and said: "...the alertness has increased?"
"You suffer from autism and your own emotions are weak, but the fact that you can become a psychiatrist means that you can still detect the emotions of other people. This is the reason why you just had an anxiety attack."
"Your logic tells you that I can't care about you, but in fact you have noticed my concern, right?" Batman shook his head and said, "This sharp contrast even makes you feel the same way about Xi Lan
Flower-like allergic reaction…”
"You think too much." Schiller replied without changing his expression. The two fell silent. After a few minutes, Batman suddenly asked: "Which one are you more afraid of, my concern or broccoli?"
Schiller opened his mouth instinctively, but made no sound. Batman was stunned when he saw his mouth shape, and then he said in shock: "...the word you just wanted to say was not broccoli?
?!!!”
Batman took a deep breath, panted for a while, calmed down his shock, and then said slowly: "You actually think that my concern is more terrifying than broccoli??!!"
Batman felt that his thinking was a little confused now, and the absurdity of the whole thing was completely beyond his imagination. He remembered the original cause of this whole thing.
Zatanna found him and invited him to go with Constantine to find the whereabouts of the Curse. When he learned that Zatanna had the ability to travel mentally, he agreed to Zatanna's request.
And the reason why he agreed was because he wanted to enter Schiller's thinking tower and find out what Schiller was afraid of.
Next, they went on a series of ups and downs adventures in the room of Schiller's thinking tower, and finally came to an answer that made them laugh and laugh - Schiller was afraid of broccoli.
At that time, no one among the three people took this answer seriously. Batman even thought at the time that this might be a joke that Schiller had arranged for them to make a fool of themselves, just like what the madman often did.
But what happened next was even more beyond his expectation. Schiller was really afraid of broccoli.
A world-class psychology expert, a famous detective, a criminal mentor, a lunatic who can thrive in a city like Gotham, and even lead the trend. Such a person appears in various literary and artistic works, and there should be a more profound one.
, a weakness with special meaning.
Such as childhood trauma, such as emotional injury, such as the scars left in an unknown sin story...
But in any case, it shouldn’t be broccoli, a very common ordinary vegetable.
But Schiller was really afraid of broccoli.
After confirming this fact, Batman really felt as if he was laughing. Reality is often more absurd than fiction, because reality does not require logic.
Targeting Schiller's weaknesses doesn't require paying the huge price Batman had imagined before. The cost of making a bat cape could buy a mountain of broccoli.
Batman originally thought that this was already very outrageous, but just now, Schiller's instinctive reaction told him that the reality was even more outrageous than he thought.
Schiller is actually more afraid of Batman's concern than broccoli.
In other words, Batman doesn't even need to prepare for Broccoli Mountain, he just needs to prepare a mouth.
When he realized this problem, Batman's first reaction also made him feel dizzy.
The answer to this question that he had desperately wanted to know was so simple that it was a bit ridiculous.
But what's even more ridiculous is that he is resisting taking advantage of this answer.