"I think you were surprised by yourself in another universe. Before you saw him in person, you didn't have a good impression of him. You thought he should be stubborn, serious, suspicious or even manic, but he behaved
It's much calmer than you think, isn't it?"
Morbid's tone is always very gentle, and each word is very clear when it hits the ground. The long tail sound is as if the sentence itself does not want to leave the listener's brain.
This is really suitable for hypnosis and brainwashing, Bruce thought, it is as flawless as instinct, making everyone else look like impatient sparrows.
"What do you think the biggest conflict between you and Schiller comes from? Is it your mental illness? The inconsistent part of your personality?"
Illness continued to ask questions, but he rarely expected Bruce to answer. Instead, he asked and answered himself: "Actually, that's not the case. Your biggest contradiction lies in the age gap and different life stages."
"The pain and struggle caused by mental illness and the conflict caused by inconsistent ideas are not the main problems. The biggest reason why you two have frequent conflicts is that you are young, have an unstable personality, are restless and wealthy.
Aggression, simply put, is immaturity."
"Of course, this is not to blame you. According to social standards, most people will not ask a college student to be mature. Boys will go through a long period of self-exploration before they can stabilize."
"The other self you see is not without pain or contradiction, but the extra calmness he has comes from his stability and maturity."
"He has long gone through the period of self-exploration. No matter whether his personality is healthy or not, and whether his logic is self-consistent, the sharp, fragile and susceptible spirituality in his youth will eventually be worn away. Although he will lose a lot of inspiration, he will also lose a lot of inspiration.
You will become calm, dignified, and calm, which is the maturity recognized by sociology."
"Is it good?" Bruce asked, "to accept an answer just for the sake of the answer, regardless of whether it's right or wrong?"
"These are just two different roads." Illness gave an answer that surprised Bruce. Looking at Bruce's expression, Illness smiled and said, "Do you think I would sharply accuse him of doing this wrong?
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"But in fact, it is completely to express the generosity of others. Without going through the suffering of others, you can't persuade them to be kind, or even persuade them to continue to persevere. As long as they can accept the consequences, it doesn't matter what is right or wrong."
"Difficult situations will make people urgently need stability and maturity. They will take the initiative to end their period of self-exploration in exchange for a stronger ability to handle affairs and integrate into society. There is nothing reprehensible about this."
"Rather, it would be better to say that people who can rebel at will, explore all their own possibilities, make all mistakes and step on all pitfalls over a long period of time are rare and enviable lucky ones."
"Most people realize in the process of paying attention to themselves that they do not have the capital to indulge in trivial fantasies. They can only break free and force themselves to face the pressure of reality."
Bruce sat in silence on the chair. He felt that he should change his perspective and look at his other self.
After realizing that his mental condition was worrying, Bruce had little hope for peers in other universes. He could fully imagine how troublesome it would be for his difficult mental illness to develop into the later stages.
He also couldn't wait to see how this crazy professor with superb medical skills would face off against such a terminally ill lunatic Batman.
Bruce had to admit that he inherited some of the professor's traits, and he had some shameful and unspeakable expectations about seeing his other self unlucky.
But now he discovered that the conflict between the mature Batman and the professor didn't seem so intense.
But this is also consistent with common sense. When people are of the same age group and at similar life stages, it is easier for people to understand each other, or even if they do not understand, they will not take aggressive measures to solve all problems.
Just like "Everyone is an adult" can sum up most social interactions. It's not that there are no confrontations, but rather than conflicts that lead to bloodshed, this kind of confrontation will be more secretive and elegant, like the undercurrent of an abyss.
surge.
"You always have to learn to be decent and give dignity to others."
The low and gentle ending of the sick voice sounded again, and the preaching tone in the tone was completely overshadowed by the gentle and gentle tone, like a knife wrapped in honey.
"Hate will make a boy grow into a man prematurely. What is taught to him is not anger and violence, but tolerance and restraint."
"Only by condensing all the hot blood rushing to the head and gathering back all the strength put on the fist can one sharpen a knife in the chest and deliver a fatal blow to the enemy when necessary, while remaining unscathed and still able to maintain his position.
Elegance, from both the spiritual and physical levels, achieves the most dignified victory...
"...Instead of losing both sides, what do you think?"
Bruce turned to look into sick eyes and said, "So in your opinion, Pride is a boy too?"
Ill shook his head and said: "Are you referring to the process of the two of you hurting each other? He only acted like this when facing you."
"Why?"
"Because you are not his enemy, but his student."
Along with the conversation between the two, the huge screen in front of them suddenly went dark. After the light appeared again, what appeared in front of them was the ceiling of the hospital.
This ceiling felt a little familiar to Bruce. He remembered seeing such a ceiling when he was pretending to be a gang boss and trying to find clues.
In the slightly old ward, Schiller lowered his head and glanced at his wrinkled suit, and slowly narrowed his eyes. He was stunned for a moment just as he settled down, then shook his head and said: "...very
Okay, I can’t enter the palace of thinking, greedy, just wait for me.”
After saying that, he raised his head and looked around the room, and then found a bell in the drawer of the bedside table with some paint peeling off.
Schiller took out the bell and shook it. The crisp sound echoed in the room. After a while, a nurse came in and said impatiently: "What's the matter?"
"Can you bring me a set of clean clothes? Thank you."
"There are no clean clothes here." The nurse rolled her eyes and said, "Don't even think about following me to the laundry room or warehouse and killing me. I'll call Batman over!"
"I just wanted to clean myself up," Schiller explained.
"Figure it out yourself."
The nurse closed the door with a bang, and Schiller sighed, then sat on the edge of the bed and maintained this posture until dark.
As expected, Schiller saw a dark figure with pointed ears in the corner illuminated by indoor lights.
"You brought me a set of clothes." Schiller turned to look at the dark figure by the window and said, "You deliberately threw me here, instructing the nurse to treat me rudely, and then treated me with dignity and decency.
kindness."
"You understand, the best way to save a perfectionist personality disorder with obsessive-compulsive disorder is to satisfy their mysophobia... What do you want from me?"
Batman placed a suitcase on the table next to him, then used his fingers covered in leather gloves to open the delicate lock on the box.
Inside the box was a clean and tidy suit. Schiller knew without even looking that it was custom-made to his size, and the tie was ironed.
Batman was silent. He just stretched his hand forward slightly and made a "please" gesture. He didn't put forward any conditions because he knew that the person in front of him couldn't refuse at all.
Sure enough, Schiller stood up. He stretched out a hand and gently touched the fabric of the clothes. The soft touch did not meet the dress requirements of a suit, but Schiller knew very well that this was the best suit.
For fabrics, tightness and fit should come from tailoring, not stiff fabrics.
Schiller lowered his eyes, it was difficult to restrain the smile on his lips. Batman is the soul mate of every criminal. He hates them, so he understands them extremely well, so he can easily satisfy them.
Finally, Schiller picked up his clothes and went to the bathroom next to the ward.
Thanks to the fact that this old mental hospital was built by Europeans, the bathroom space is not cramped and has been cleaned in advance. The air is very dry, which makes the process of changing clothes smooth and comfortable.
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"It's over." Constantine covered his eyes and said, "To a certain extent, he can understand Schiller best, especially in terms of his taste in various things."
Although Constantine is slovenly and looks like a tramp, that is just his attitude towards life. As a traditional Englishman, he, like all Englishmen, is slightly indifferent and not very friendly, but very pursuing.
grade.
This type of personality is difficult to please because they are very picky and disdain all aesthetics that their brainwaves do not match, no matter how popular they are with the public.
But when they really meet a companion with the same taste, they will regard it as a treasure, and deeply understand how rare it is to have people with the same taste, so they are willing to make concessions, even repeatedly.
"Schiller saw Batman's tricks." Bruce said as if talking to himself: "Deliberately throwing him into a mental hospital, deliberately locking him in an old and small room, deliberately making the nurses
Taunting him and then playing good guy to help him, Schiller pointed out, but Batman wasn't surprised."
"Did he remain calm about his mistakes, or was it a deliberate plan? Why did he know? Schiller would not be angry at his unreasonable behavior in the first half, but would actually accept his overtures?"
"Have you paid attention to that dress?" A sick reminder sounded at the right time.
Bruce squinted his eyes slightly, and he saw on the screen, Schiller walked out in a new suit. The suit on him fit surprisingly well. It was definitely not a ready-made product, it must have been specially customized.
Bruce also has good taste in suits, so it can be seen that everything from fabrics to cuts to styles are very suitable for Schiller's temperament. This is an aesthetic value that is easy to appreciate. The expression of taste is very straightforward, and the emotions are also straightforward.
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"He could see what type of person Schiller was just from the side he met last night." Bruce touched his chin and continued: "With the way Schiller adjusted his tie, he could see his obsessive-compulsive disorder and perfectionism.
The mysophobia caused by his tendency, based on his dress, we can guess his aesthetic tendency, and comprehensively judge how to appease Schiller."
"One more thing." Ill said again: "Since you have seen that the nurse is Batman, you should think that Batman will learn from the nurse that what Schiller wants is a set of clean clothes.
, even hospital gowns.”
"Then, a custom-made suit that meets the aesthetics will be an unexpected surprise, not in the expense and beauty, but in the satisfaction of exceeding expectations. This is human nature, and Batman is taking advantage of this nature."
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"Does Schiller know this?" Bruce asked.
"Of course he knows, the nurse told him directly."
Bruce was startled for a moment, and then thought that the last words the nurse said before leaving were "I will tell Batman." In other words, the nurse directly told Schiller that I was sent here by Batman.
"So, it was a clear sign from the beginning to the end?" Bruce put his finger on his forehead and said, "From ridicule to flattery, the two of them knew it well, but no one said anything."
"Schiller solved the dilemma of being indecently dressed, Batman achieved his goal of benevolence, and seemed to have won. Schiller owed Batman a favor, and Batman knew he might be a criminal, but still wanted to give him gifts, and it seemed that everything was wrong.
Lost."
Bruce took a deep breath, turned his head to look at him sickly, laughed softly twice, and then said: "This is the adult world, it's scary, isn't it?"
"Everything seems to be on the surface, but the complicated meanings seem to be hidden in the dark. Everyone understands, but no one says anything. Everyone is communicating carelessly, and everyone is reading each other's passwords and passwords.
Passwords, or trying to figure out who can read your passwords."
"Seeing the other person as a close friend, but also treating the other person as a sworn enemy, smearing honey on the other person's lips with fingers, and taking out a knife while kissing."
"The bloody conflict is about to end." Morbid leaned his body to the side where Bruce was, staring at him diagonally from above his eyes and said:
"Resisting patriarchal authority through violence and gaining authority is not the end, but the starting point. It will be your turn soon. How does it feel?"
"I have a headache." Bruce said very bluntly.
Sick continued to smile deeply, looked at Bruce with smiling eyes and said:
"If you feel a headache, you don't have to accept it. Not everyone has to grow up. It's good to be a boy, isn't it?"
Bruce pursed his lips, turned his head and glanced at Sick, then turned his head back and said, "I feel good."