Chapter 1130 Schiller is not going to work today (Part 2)
Schiller pushed open the door of his office again, and when he found Mrs. Miller still standing inside, he closed the door with a bang, turned around and left.
Mrs. Miller cleared her throat, and a high-pitched shout came from the door. She said: "Professor Schiller, if you don't explain to me right away why you tipped the newsboy twice as much, I will call you."
Your butler..."
Schiller opened the door, sighed, looked at Mrs. Miller and said, "Kind lady, can't I just pity those homeless little guys?"
"But your generous behavior will only make them not deliver other people's newspapers properly. Someone has already complained to me. He just forgot to tip one day, and the ink in the newspaper became a mess."
Schiller pursed his lips, reached over the desk, reached out to turn on the desk lamp, and then said: "But if I don't give it now, tomorrow, the ink on my newspaper will be mushy."
"I will teach them a lesson and ask them to deliver newspapers with the best printing quality to every newspaper subscriber equally every day. If they are unwilling to do this, then get out of here."
Suddenly, she looked down at her watch again, and then said: "It's time for Dr. Brand to write a prescription again. I have to go and see if there are any mistakes in his spelling... This is really what you two are doing."
okay!"
After Mrs. Miller finished speaking, she turned around and left. Schiller whispered to himself: "Mrs. Miller is the real Ms. Arkham. It's so scary..."
Schiller had just sat on the sofa for a while when the phone rang again behind the glass screen wall. He answered the phone and heard a strange voice from the other side: "Hello, Professor Schiller, I have some psychology knowledge."
I want to ask you a question."
Schiller hung up the phone with a snap, looked up at the ceiling, and muttered: "Three, two, one..."
As soon as the pronunciation of "一" was pronounced, the phone rang again. After he picked it up again, the other party said: "With all due respect, Professor, I know this is the hospital's internal line, but I just hope that I can get your call."
help."
"Okay, what's your problem?"
"Can I meet and chat with you?" The other party's voice was not urgent. Although it was a question, it always gave people a sense of confidence that they would get a positive answer. Schiller paused and glanced at his watch.
, and then said: "Are you sure? It's almost nine o'clock in the evening. You know that late-night meetings are not good for your body and your mood, right?"
"I'm sorry, but I do only have free time in the next period of time." The other party's tone was also slow, not like he was anxiously asking for help. Schiller sighed slightly and said: "The nurses have already got off work.
The hospital is about to close, so let’s talk on the phone.”
"Okay, I just want to ask... I like killing people, is this normal?"
Schiller paused for a moment, glanced at the phone, and then said: "This is not normal, you need to get treatment, are you free to come over tomorrow? I think we can talk, no matter what you are worried about, you can ask me
I talk."
"I'm sorry, I'm not free tomorrow. I have something to do, and it is something that must be done." The other party's tone suddenly became high-pitched, and he spoke to Schiller quickly: "Isn't this normal?
But what can we do?”
"Don't get excited. Consider the consequences before doing something." Schiller muttered to the other end of the phone: "Everyone must be responsible for what they do. Impulsiveness will only bring bad consequences."
Suddenly, a slightly disappointed sigh came from the other side, and the voice from the other side continued: "Is this what you want to say?"
"Yes, judging from your voice, you should be still young, don't go astray, think about your friends and family, and don't let down the people who love you." Schiller spoke slowly and forcefully, and he said: "No matter what
If there is any grudge, violence will definitely bring about the worst results."
"Every psychiatrist says that."
Schiller took a deep breath and then said: "That means we all hope you can live a better life. Believe me, we..."
Suddenly there was a busy tone on the other end of the phone. Schiller slowly put down the receiver. The moment he put the receiver back on the phone, he exerted a slight force on his hand and made a crisp "click" sound.
Then, he squatted down, opened the cabinet door, and pulled off the phone cord connected to the wall. Sure enough, the phone never rang again, and no one came to inform him that someone wanted to make an appointment for treatment.
Schiller sighed and sat back behind his desk. When he turned his head, he found that the leaves on the ground had been cleaned up. His face looked better. But after a while, the door was knocked again and this time he walked in.
It's Jason.
He looked like he had run a long way, his cheeks were a little red, but he looked in high spirits. When he saw Schiller, he waved and said hello.
When he ran to the desk, Schiller reached out and touched his head, and then said: "What's wrong? Why are you here so late?"
Just when Jason was about to speak, he showed a hesitant expression. Schiller looked into his eyes and said, "Just say what you want to say. What's the matter?"
"Well, I... I want to move to Wayne Manor for a while." The expression on Jason's face was a little tangled, as if he was afraid that Schiller would be angry, so he immediately explained: "That's it, recently, Dick
His condition wasn't very good, and they told me that he seemed a little irritable and seemed to be quarreling with Bruce."
"I went to visit him at his home. Bruce told me that he had a lot of things to do and there was often no one at home. Dick might be too lonely, so I wanted to spend time with him. Of course, I heard that the butler Alf
Red is a master with guns, and I want to learn some skills from him."
"What's wrong with Dick?" Schiller didn't question Jason's decision, but asked. Unexpectedly, Jason pretended to sigh deeply and said, "I think he may have reached his rebellious stage."
"He has been pursuing his grandfather's case, but there has been no substantial progress. Originally, he had begun to assist Batman in investigating the case, but recently, Batman has been busy making antidotes and has not gone out to investigate cases much.
…”
"He doesn't understand chemistry or mechanical engineering, so he can't help at all. Even Aisha is in kindergarten. He may feel that no one pays attention to him or values him, so he goes there several nights in a row.
Taking a spin on the rooftops of Gotham."
"One time, Selina happened to hit him. Selina told Bruce about it. Bruce felt that it was unsafe for him to do this, so he wanted me to help keep an eye on Dick."
Jason said helplessly: "Dick wants to help everyone. If he can't help, he will feel anxious. He especially wants to help Batman, and he wants to find a peace of mind that allows him to enjoy his current life."
"It seems that he has reached the rebellious stage." Schiller concluded: "Or it is not accurate to say that it is a rebellious stage. It should be said that it is an emotionally sensitive period in growth, and rebellion is just one of the manifestations."
"Have his biological parents come to visit him?" Schiller asked again. He had not forgotten that Dick's biological parents were still alive and living a peaceful life in Blüdhaven.
Jason shook his head and said: "His grandfather's case has not been cleared up, and the shadow has been hanging over them. He does not want his parents to show up too much and attract the attention of possible enemies."
"When are you going to move there?" Schiller asked.
"Okay, Professor, I know that you actually don't like me being too close to Batman. I also know that he has a lot of bad things and too many people are staring at him." Jason's face was filled with emotion.
At his age, he shouldn't have thought too deeply.
Then, he raised his eyes and looked at Schiller and asked, "Would you be unhappy if I moved here?"
Schiller shook his head, looked at him and said: "If you want to save Gotham, you can only follow his footsteps. I can teach you some theoretical knowledge, but I don't want to, and I can't save Gotham."
"Then what do you want to do?" Jason's eyes shone with a strange light, the kind of pure curiosity that can only be seen in the eyes of children.
"Me?" Schiller smiled and said, "Maybe I want to save the world."
After Jason left, Schiller breathed a sigh of relief, but then he put one hand on the armrest, squinting one eye and opening the other, his expression looking bored, as if he didn't know what to do.
Suddenly, his eyes passed through the glass screen wall and fell on the telephone line that he had cut. After thinking for a while, Schiller walked to the door and called the nurse. He pointed to the phone and said, "Please call a maintenance man."
, help me connect the phone line."
Suddenly, he paused, rolled his eyes, and then said to the nurse: "Forget it, no need... help me hide the phone cord in the cabinet. Don't let Mrs. Miller find it. I'll go there."
The ward upstairs."
After saying that, Schiller raised the corner of his mouth and walked sideways from the nurse. Looking at his figure leaving quickly, the nurse shook her head in confusion and went to clean up the phone cord.
When Schiller pushed open the door of Jonathan's ward again, Jonathan was making the bed. He looked at Schiller up and down again. Before he could speak, Schiller said: "I won't be a substitute teacher this semester, so I have a lot of free time.
I just found something interesting, do you want to take a look?"
"I'm not as free as you." Jonathan's movements only paused for a moment, and then he continued to spread the quilt. Schiller walked to the chair next to the table in the center of the room and sat down. He turned his head and looked at Jonathan and said, "You really
Not interested?"
Two minutes later, the two of them sat on chairs on both sides of the table, staring intently at the phone in the center of the table.
Schiller leaned forward and said: "He just found my office and connected the intercom phone there. I cut the phone line. Counting the time, he should call again."
Jonathan pursed his lips and said, "Creating a sense of ubiquitous surveillance? Does anyone still use such an old trick? Could it be those rubes from the Metropolis?"
"Shh." Schiller made another "silence" gesture, and the two of them continued to stare at the phone. About 30 seconds later, the ear-piercing ringtone rang.
Schiller counted down about five numbers, then picked up the phone and said: "Hello, patient's family, I am doctor Schiller who is doing rounds on the ward. Do you want the patient to answer the phone?"
After saying this, Schiller placed the phone receiver across the middle of the table. Together with Jonathan, he leaned his head over and listened to a pretendingly deep voice coming from the phone.
"Hello, Professor Schiller, it's me. Just now, my phone call to your office couldn't be reached, so I can only call you here. I'm sorry to disturb you for your ward rounds."
Jonathan immediately gestured to Schiller, meaning let me come. Schiller gave him an "OK" gesture. Jonathan picked up the receiver and said into the phone in an aria-like tone:
"Marilyn! Are you okay? I miss you so much. I really didn't expect that my family is so opposed to our marriage! Every day I spend here, I suffer from missing you!"
"Oh my God! Mr. Klein! Don't get excited. I know that hearing your fiancée's voice again makes you feel very sad, but please take a deep breath immediately!"
"What are you talking about?" The voice on the other side revealed a hint of doubt.
"I'm sorry, Marilyn! Don't cry! I know you miss me too! Although we are thousands of miles apart, the moonlight can make us talk to each other. My dear love, please don't forget me -"
"Sorry, patient's family, the patient's mood is really too exciting! I'm sorry to bother you to express my condolences to each other, but I have to hang up the phone."
"Finally, what I want to say is that your fiancé really loves you. Goodbye, Miss Marilyn!"
With a "pop", the phone was hung up, and then, a burst of unbridled laughter came from the ward, as happy as an innocent child.
And in a certain mysterious room, a figure listened to the busy tone coming from the other end of the phone, standing there a little sluggishly, with a big question mark on his head.