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Chapter 1174: Teachers and Students (Part 2)

 Bruce put the lettuce into his mouth for the first time, but he just chewed it mechanically and said in the same mechanical tone:

"The next trap is even more obvious. You created an artificial weakness for me, that is Harley, who is a child. You know, I am compassionate towards children, no matter whether she is a good child or not."

"When Harley said she had something to do with you, I should have been suspicious. It was most likely that you told Mrs. Miller something, for example, to come to you to pick up medical records at the appointed time, so Harley came here at that time.

, this is not a coincidence at all, it is another trap."

"Then, there is another conversation between you and Valentine." When Bruce said this, Schiller tapped the plate with the tip of the knife again. Bruce fell silent, and Schiller said:

"One thing you didn't notice is that he deliberately behaved politely and patiently. Do you think this is him relaxing your vigilance? No, he is telling the difference between him and me in another way.

It will increase your sense of strangeness and bring you psychological pressure."

“People have both professional and life-oriented sides. When people bring the professional side into their lives, it will put pressure on their relatives and friends. But if people bring some of their daily habits into their careers, it will also put pressure on their relatives and friends.

It will also make people feel strange and confused.”

"In the second class of your junior year, when you were doing the debate on 'The excitement of novelty and the pressure of unfamiliarity', what on earth were you doing?"

Schiller stared into Bruce's eyes and said, "You answered all the easy questions wrong and ignored all the difficult points."

"All the multiple-choice questions are wrong, and there is not a word in the big question. Bruce, answer me, what should I do to get you out of this sea of ​​study???"

Bruce popped a bean and put it in his mouth. Schiller took a few deep breaths, calmed down, knocked on the plate and said, "Go on."

"Next, you analyzed Valentin, and the process was very exciting... But unfortunately, I listened to it again."

Bruce sniffed and seemed to have no energy to describe too much. He continued: "The next step is the most terrifying part, your analysis of yourself."

"But I insist that this part is not my fault." Bruce gritted his teeth and then said: "Your logic is too self-consistent."

"Are you too self-consistent, or are you too interested?" Schiller leaned forward again, stared at Bruce and said: "Bruce, tell me, how many times have I emphasized not to have any interest in the inner world of any mental patient?"

interest!"

Schiller finished the sentence almost in one sentence, and Bruce could only look at him in silence.

Because Schiller has almost turned this sentence into a mantra during his four years of teaching career. Even the most unlearned students in the class must have remembered this sentence.

But Bruce knew that he was still interested.

"You can't really eat poison just because it's tempting. So what's the difference between you and a rat that's stupid enough to be poisoned?" Schiller asked in a louder voice.

"I'm a bat, not a mouse." Bruce replied in a low voice.

Schiller suddenly laughed. He looked at Bruce and said, "Do you still remember that you are Batman? In the last step, why on earth did you have to deal with those serial killers instead of dealing with me directly?"

"I can't..." Bruce started to say, but he hesitated, looked into Schiller's eyes and said, "I can't go with the serial killer to deal with you, right? Doesn't that mean siding with criminals?"

"But if you come with me to deal with a serial killer, aren't you siding with the criminals?!"

Bruce was silent.

"One last thing." Schiller frowned and looked at Bruce and said, "In the first half of your freshman year, do you remember even one sentence about the cause of Stockholm complex?"

Bruce closed his eyes, lowered his head and said, "People imprisoned in a closed environment will continue to give up their principles, lower their standards, and even become attached to the murderer."

"Do you think that as long as it is not a violent kidnapping, beating or injury, it does not count as imprisonment?"

Schiller stared into Bruce's eyes and said, "Do you still think that it's your own choice to stay in that space, so it's your fault? What is this? Answer me, Bruce?"

"Emotional control and abuse." Bruce covered his eyes and said: "Common in groups, creating an environment where there is no other choice, and then allowing the victim to take the initiative to make the choice desired by the murderer. After causing serious consequences, let the victim

I think this was a mistake in my choice.”

Schiller put down the tableware in his hand, moved his hand forward, and then said: "The key point of the Stockholm complex is that control of the victim's survival information will give the murderer a higher position than the victim."

"Contrary to popular belief, murderers are not very cruel, nor do they use violence and abuse to treat their victims. They are often very charming, patient and gentle, and even express their love to their victims.

You have no choice but to show your vulnerability."

"Being in a high position, but lowering your profile can earn the victim's sympathy, and then the victim will feel that the murderer actually loves him."

"Patients with Stockholm complex are not masochists as the public thinks. They just believe in this environment that the murderer did this to them out of love. He was forced to do this to them and did not mean what he said."

"They want to reciprocate their imaginary love, so they show attachment to the murderer."

"So, Roman's shot..." Bruce looked at Schiller and said, and Schiller continued: "To show you, I am a victim of a serial killer, and I also have a fragile side and can be hurt.

It’s because you have no choice but to say things you don’t mean.”

"Batman, sacrificing yourself like a criminal, don't you think this is crazy?" Schiller stared into Batman's eyes and said, "Do you still remember who you are?!"

Bruce lowered his head, not wanting Schiller to see his eyes, and more importantly, not wanting Schiller to see that trace of panic.

He did not expect that after such a long period of study, he would still step into the trap step by step without any ability to resist.

Even in the end, after he had mutilated himself and become extremely weak due to this series of traps, he was still moved by the fact that he would choose Schiller without hesitation.

Bruce closed his eyes and leaned his head on the back of the chair. He didn't understand what kind of subject psychology was that could turn him into this.

Schiller lowered his head, put a piece of vegetable in his mouth and chewed it. He looked at Bruce helplessly and said, "You ruined my graduation exam."

"Bruce, Bruce." Schiller looked at Bruce and kept calling him. It wasn't until Bruce looked up at him that Schiller said: "In my teaching career, I have never told any student through

So many questions.”

"I made up many serial killers in my dreams to train you to deal with them. When I was eating, I specifically emphasized that I don't eat offal. I let the sick person come out once to let you know that he doesn't like to use special abilities.

Let you know that he can't beat you..."

"Do you hope that I will take all your psychology textbooks and draw out the key points one by one, telling you that one day you may meet a special me who will conduct a special test on you?

Exam to verify my teaching results?”

"I'm sorry." Bruce looked at Schiller and said.

Schiller put his hands holding the cutlery on the table. He stared straight at Bruce and said, "Have you ever thought that I don't dare to show up because I'm afraid of your concern?"

Bruce looked into Schiller's eyes. Although those gray eyes were no longer so wild, what made him feel tight in his chest was that Schiller's eyes were full of disappointment.

"When you expressed your concern for me, I also thought about whether it was true, but now I understand that it only stays in words, and there is no kindness you exude to others when you pretend to be Bruce.

Any difference."

"You haven't remembered even a single bit of what I taught you, what I warned you, what I said, and what I did. Even if we are just casual acquaintances, at least you should remember some of it. I have repeatedly emphasized that

theoretical knowledge...but you don’t have it.”

Schiller shook his head slightly. He leaned back and leaned on the back of his chair. When he put down the knife and fork, Bruce found that the food on his plate was almost untouched. He had breakfast with the professor, but

In fact, neither of them had breakfast.

"The pathology tells the truth. He is a fixed existence relative to the normal state. It is he who reestablished the normal state and rebuilt us. What you see of him is that in childhood and adolescence, without any treatment, he still grew up.

The grown-up Schiller is the original me."

"In the fantasy of normality, pathology plays the role of a father I never had. He shaped us, and we shaped him. He is the product of Schiller's inner fantasy of fatherly love, and therefore, he can

Test us."

"Maybe it's because he has so many qualities that I understand as my father, patience, gentleness but authority, full of curiosity but full of fear, which reminds you of your father, that's why you can't go down.

hand, placing the blame on oneself.”

"This is exactly what he wants. He is a true master of mind control. He will tame his prey into a docile lamb that is not aggressive and will only constantly reflect, admit mistakes, and hurt itself."

"So I said, I don't know what you're laughing at," Schiller looked into Bruce's eyes and said, "And in the end, the reason I didn't hurt you physically was because you showed me your loyalty."

"After I subjected you to a series of mental abuse, you ignored the hurt, your hatred for criminals, and even the fact that I almost killed you, and still chose to reconcile with me. Do you really think this

Is it normal?"

Facing Schiller's eyes looking at him, Bruce closed his eyes in pain, and Schiller continued:

"Don't use your concern as a weapon."

"Because, if you really understand me, the things you have learned will find a way out for your fear and self-blame, as well as your current pain."

"Any teacher in this world, what they hope for students to understand them is not to show concern for him when things go well, but to be able to use what they have learned when students are in trouble and in pain.

, use it as a weapon to fight against trouble and yourself."

"Even if you can't do these two things, the opinions gained from knowledge must let you learn to accept failure, understand where your pain comes from, accept that these things construct you, and reconcile with it, so that

You don’t have to spend the rest of your life searching for answers and not getting them.”

When Schiller was halfway through speaking, Bruce couldn't take his eyes away from his eyes.

These sincere, meticulous, and thoughtful teachings made Bruce fully understand what guilt is and what it means to be a good knife.

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