In the end, Batman opened the door, and Schiller followed him in. After entering, there was a semi-divided entrance hall. Schiller walked to the wall first, found the light switch, and then pressed it.
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With a "click", the light was turned on. Batman stood at the door and stared at Schiller's hand. Schiller walked into the house and looked at the surrounding situation, and said: "You must be curious, how do I judge where you are?"
A trap was designed, but there was none.”
"I have doubts about the professionalism of a psychiatrist who can't cure his allergic symptoms, and I have no interest in listening to you talk about how amazing psychology is." Batman interrupted appropriately, telling Schiller what he was going to say next.
All blocked up and went back.
He also walked into the room and looked at the situation here.
This is a somewhat messy house. The decoration is not luxurious, but the style is very unique. More importantly, various collections are placed in every corner. The styles are not uniform, and the placement is also very random. It is confusing and cumbersome.
, one look at it reminds people of how much of a headache it will be when tidying up.
Schiller casually picked up a modern sculpture on the table. Simply put, it was a ball of plastic twisted into a shape that most people could not appreciate. Schiller gently blew the dust off the sculpture and removed it.
The sculpture was turned around in his hands and then returned to its original position.
The top of the living room is not the ceiling, but the patio in the center of the second floor. It is somewhat similar to the shape of Schiller's tower. As long as you stand in the center of the patio, you can see the situation upstairs. Schiller is standing in the middle of the living room. There is some fugue.
Beyond the sky.
"Are you going to open a psychology clinic here?"
Batman's question brought Schiller back from his thoughts. Schiller shook his head and said: "I only accept private appointments, do limited psychological counseling, and do not write prescriptions. There will be no signs here, and I can't hear any knocks."
Door knocks, guests not listed in the Yellow Pages are not welcome.”
"Is the consultation process confidential?"
"Yes, I follow the psychiatrist's confidentiality regulations and will not make any recordings or audio recordings without the patient's consent..."
"What about memories?"
Schiller walked slowly up the stairs, the dull sound of his leather shoes on the wooden stairs echoed in the empty room together with his steady tone.
"Every person who comes to see a psychiatrist will suspect that the psychiatrist will reveal his secrets or use secrets to threaten him. They usually ask me similar questions repeatedly in the first three meetings."
"You assure them that you are safe, and use your professional skills to relax their vigilance."
"Yes, just like a murderer touching his victim."
"If they believe you, you start to try to get into their hearts and pry into their secrets and crux. You enjoy other people's secrets and ask them to pay more."
"Most people's secrets are worthless, dirty and ugly, polluting their brains. What they pay me is the fee for cleaning my brain."
"You hate them."
"No, this is not my motive. The depth that ordinary people's stupidity can reach is like an abyss that will never bottom out. There is no hatred for anyone in this world. It is enough to hate all the idiots in this world. I am more inclined to
Keep them out, out of sight, out of mind.”
"What if they break in?"
"At least not recently, because most people won't dismantle your shock device."
Schiller held on to the railing of the stairs, turned and looked back at Batman and said: "You are not forcing me to reveal my flaws, you are just making me continue to accumulate pressure, making me feel that as long as I don't pretend well, you will take action. Come on."
Allowing me to disguise myself longer, or preferably forever."
"This is the essence of how you deal with criminals. It becomes a dark cloud hanging over criminals and a bell ringing in their ears."
"Remind them that there is always a burning gaze in the shadows, watching their every move. The pressure makes them suppress their nature and be cautious before taking action. If he can pretend to be a good person for a lifetime, then he is a good person."
Schiller continued to walk up the stairs, and Batman's eyes followed him all the time. They were as deep as ever, and also contained a concentration and fascination that rarely appeared.
"Just like you, I have made them fearful, used a basin of cold water to extinguish the flames ignited by their evil nature, drawn a barrier for the evil that can never be completely eliminated, and served as the bottom line in the deepest part of the abyss..."
Schiller trailed off, and when he finished his last sentence, Batman's permanently narrowed eyes widened slightly.
"...and it works."
Schiller came to the second floor, turned his back to Batman, looked up at the bookshelves on the wall, Batman paused, and then said: "The phone next to the corridor on the second floor can call me in the Batcave."
"How many houses like this have you prepared in Gotham to deal with extraterrestrial visitors like me?" Schiller asked.
"The extraterrestrial visitor I expected was not someone like you." Batman's tone was particularly straightforward: "It wasn't someone who was thrown from a height of more than two meters, with his feet stepping on the soil of a foreign field, to provide for himself.
The way to feel safe is to take off your tie and reminisce about the process of killing, and the way to regain your sense is to think that you are still a teacher."
Schiller walked to the sofa next to the window in the reception area on the second floor and sat down. He turned to look out the window and said, "Please sit down, I'm starting to miss my bottle of Chenin Blanc."
When Batman walked up and sat down, he held a bottle of red wine and two exquisite and clear red wine glasses in his hands. When his gauntlets touched the surface of the glass coffee table between the two single sofas, a faint feeling
The force field formed by the electric current instantly caused the thin dust on the table to ripple away, making it look as new as before.
Schiller stood up and closed the curtains on Batman's side.
So, when they sat in front of the window, the light of the setting sun reflected by the river outside the window only shone on Schiller's body. A smooth arc of golden thread ran out from the edge of the undulating profile, just like a suit woven into his body.
It's like gold.
Batman poured wine into one of the two glasses, while the other was empty in front of him. Schiller took the stem of the glass, closed his little finger and ring finger, and gently tilted the glass to Batman's side.
He drank a glass of wine with the air, then raised his head and took a sip of wine.
"I focused on investigating serial murderers a few years ago, but at that time, I was just solving a problem, that is, if the material needs of everyone in the world are met and a communist society provides for everyone equally, then
How do societies and collectives deal with these naturally insane people?”
"Did you get the answer?" Batman spoke more frequently.
Schiller shook his head and said: "I am an autistic patient, and I am also what psychologists call a natural pervert. I have also received professional psychotherapy, but my psychiatrist insisted on a view that congenital madmen cannot
Even if it is eliminated, it does not need to be eliminated.”
"These wolves hiding among the sheep cannot be distinguished at all unless they show their claws. It is not wise to spend effort to find them. As long as humans have newborns, this hide-and-seek confrontation will last forever.
If it continues, the lives of ordinary people will be consumed."
"Control them." Batman continued: "Make them understand what fear is, make them have scruples, and put on invisible shackles."
Schiller nodded slightly. His body was straight, with only his waist gently leaning on the low back of the single sofa. Batman was in the same posture. The light and shadow floating between the curtains were also gently floating.
It fell on him briefly.
The river outside the window seems to be flowing in along this light. They are clearly looking at each other across the bank, but they are more like two separate figures.
"For a monster who is indifferent to emotions or even doesn't understand emotions at all, it is not easy to establish fear. After many years of treatment, my psychiatrist successfully accomplished this."
"I was unaware and fearless, but he established an image of fear for me, so that my behavior and speech could be controlled, and then I could talk about how to understand, contact, and coexist with society."
"It's unimaginable," Batman commented.
When the picture was fixed on Batman's face, Bruce, who was sitting in his seat, slowly widened his eyes, and a sickly low voice came from beside him again.
"Don't be surprised, it's just broccoli."
In an instant, countless memory fragments passed by Bruce's eyes, and then stopped in a certain document he had seen.
It was in Arrogant's memory that he saw the "emergency restrictive measures" recorded in the archives of the Ninth Management Office.
"That's not just a joke." Bruce stared blankly into his sick eyes and said, "Are you really making a circle with broccoli?!!"
Ill nodded very comfortably and said: "It's a bit funny and a bit ridiculous, right? They could have created a more terrifying image, even death and bloodshed, but it just turned out to be broccoli, which has no lethality and is like a scare.
A child’s joke.”
"Why?" Bruce asked.
Ill shook his head gently, with a trace of recollection in his eyes, and continued: "When I was admitted and received psychological treatment, I was still very young, and the most critical problem that the doctor encountered was that he didn't want to
Abuse me, but want to cure me."
"If your psychology scores are slightly better, you will understand how difficult this is. It is simply a fantasy. The process of domestication always requires the use of violence, and controlling others will definitely involve abuse.
Building fear is even more so.”
"Many of the factors that are built into human genes that can induce fear are related to violence, and violence is the most convenient way."
"But the doctor was forward-looking and believed that violence was ineffective and counterproductive. He proposed a rather idealistic plan to control a madman in a gentle and peaceful way."
"He believes that the same effect can be achieved through hypnosis or concept implantation."
Illness took a deep breath and said: "Actually, he was wrong. This method has no effect. The things he simulated in my mind were easily cracked by me... I have never been afraid."
"This thought continued until one day, and the treatment still had no effect. They were divided into two groups. The other group believed that there was no need to waste time. To be precise, this is what most people think."
"I saw the disappointment in the doctor's eyes. Emotionally, I couldn't understand what he wanted. But fortunately, I still have a high IQ, which made me understand that he actually just wanted an ordinary child socially.
."
"The next day, the first brick fell from the tower of thinking. I selected the biggest and brightest one from the countless fragments and named it 'Arrogance'."
"Then tell him that he is an ordinary person and is allergic to broccoli."