Rocket Raccoon followed Schiller into the office of the director of Arkham Sanatorium. He raised his head and looked around, as if he was sizing up Schiller's taste in decorating the room.
This is a quite large comprehensive space. After entering the door, you can see the large light-colored birch floor-to-ceiling windows in the reception area. The sofa in front of the window is a warm light coffee color with some characteristics of modernist furniture. On the other side
The black desk and the rows of bookshelves behind the desk give it a bit of a British retro feel.
A little weird, a little confusing, Rocket Raccoon thought, but undoubtedly tasteful and comfortable.
But that desk was a bit out of place - it wasn't the style, it was just that the desk was a bit messy, with various pens and notebooks stacked together, as if they had just been dug out of a dusty warehouse.
As soon as Rocket Raccoon jumped on the table, he tripped over two pens. He gritted his teeth, sighed, looked at Schiller and said, "You are really messed up. As a doctor, you can't let this happen."
Is your office kept in a basic state of tidiness?"
"It's very neat here, at least before you arrived." Schiller glanced at the raccoon, and then at an animal hair that had just fallen on the reflective table. Rocket Raccoon followed his line of sight and stretched out his paw to scratch it.
He scratched his ears and said: "You are right. I have been a little anxious recently, so it is inevitable that I will lose hair. Do you have any good pet shower gel?"
"You are used to using such self-deprecating jokes to lighten the atmosphere." Schiller put away the two pens, opened the drawer and threw them in. He also sorted out the books piled on the side of the table and said: "
This is not a good habit. You think your self-esteem is not reflected in these aspects and you feel that you don't care. But if things go on like this, you will become less and less sensitive to words that hurt yourself."
"What else can I do?" Rocket Raccoon spread his paws, sat down on the table, and said, "As you can see, I'm just a raccoon that sheds its fur."
"You are too negative, but this may be related to your experience of wandering among the stars for many years. All the lives you encounter are so different from you. You can hardly find similar people. You are used to being in the flow of people.
Being kicked around."
Schiller took out another ballpoint pen and began to write on the medical record, and said: "Your current attitude shows that you still have some remaining energy, and when this remaining energy is used up, you will
You will become extremely aggressive, never accept any teasing from anyone, and become hot-tempered and irritable."
"Then, certain words related to you will become taboo for you, such as animals or raccoons. As soon as you hear this word, you will go crazy and you will be completely unable to suppress the anger in your heart. This is when intelligent life encounters spiritual problems.
The most typical stress reaction after abuse."
Rocket Raccoon opened his mouth, but Schiller said before that: "But this is not your problem. You were transformed out of thin air, without any social education, and you can't find anyone of the same kind to imitate.
"You always want to integrate into society, but you can't do it, which makes you very frustrated and even starts to doubt yourself."
"Because I saved your life and was friendly to you, you still held on to hope and even lowered your self-esteem to joke with me and please me, hoping that I wouldn't kick you out like others. , I really wouldn’t do that, but your behavior is not the right thing to do either.”
Rocket Raccoon sat on the table, holding his cheek with his paws. He shook his beard and looked intently into Schiller's eyes.
"Behavior is more like mathematics. Compared with the analysis of emotions in psychology, which requires empathy, ethology requires empathy. The behavior of intelligent life is a bit like mathematics. There is only one answer to the causes, manifestations and results. Wrong If it’s wrong, it’s wrong and there’s no room for modification.”
Rocket Raccoon suddenly became a little at a loss, but he didn't even know why he was suddenly embarrassed.
"Since you can remember, no one has ever spoken to you as rationally as I do. There is no surprise that you are a talking raccoon, no curiosity about your bizarre life experience, and no curiosity about animals. Contemptuous, I will even tell you some professional knowledge that even less intelligent people cannot understand."
"You don't know how to deal with this kind of situation. If you were a human, I would judge you as socially awkward, but you are not a humanoid creature and you don't have your own society, so it is normal to have no social skills."
Rocket Raccoon clenched his paws, smacked his lips, lowered his head and said, "What on earth do you want to say?"
"What I mean is that most of your current pain comes from the fact that you want to integrate into the society of other races, but you are always out of tune. First you hate their indifference, then you dislike your own race and identity, and then you begin to deny your own Personality and existential meaning, this is a common 'outsider' symptom."
"But the correct way to deal with it is that you must first find your own companions, learn behaviors from similar people, build your own society, and then exercise social skills that suit you."
"Companion?" Rocket Raccoon read the word in his mouth. He looked up at Schiller and said hopefully: "Are you talking about you?"
"I am not your kind, nor will I be." Schiller shook his head and said. He looked at the disappointment in the raccoon's eyes, but remained unmoved. Instead, he said: "During treatment, patients tend to treat too many We focus our attention on psychiatrists, hoping that psychiatrists can understand them, care for them, and regard psychiatrists as their peers."
"But in fact, psychiatrists are not the same as anyone else. We just calmly identify problems, analyze problems, and provide you with solutions. This is not because I like patients, it is just my duty."
"If you misunderstand this behavior as unique love and think you can find recognition from me, you are bound to be disappointed."
Rocket Raccoon lowered his head, his ears twitched, and said in a slightly contemptuous tone: "How heartless, doctor."
"But you haven't listened to the advice I gave you."
"Isn't that just a suggestion? Is it the nonsense you said about finding someone of the same kind to build a society?"
"Of course not, but don't take it as nonsense. I know it sounds a bit boring and like a big idea, but if you can be more patient and listen to the prelude, based on my personal feelings, I will like you more.
"Yeah." Schiller reached out and touched Rocket Raccoon's head.
"Then what's your suggestion?" Rocket Raccoon's voice didn't sound hopeful at all. He shook his head vigorously, flicked his ears and said, "It doesn't sound like a good song from the intro. I don't think I'll like it.
.”
"You should find animals with the same intelligence as you as your partners, so that they can truly understand you."
"That's easy to say." Rocket Raccoon complained, and he muttered resentfully: "Smart animals, do you humans count? Oh, yes, you are so smart. Compared with these nonsense, the prelude just now is nothing.
It sounds pretty."
At this moment, there was a knock on the door, and Rocket Raccoon looked a little wary. He watched Schiller stand up and shouted to his back: "This is obviously our private time, and you acted very professional just now.
Why can’t it work now?”
Schiller opened the door and made a silent gesture to him. When he opened the door, there was no one outside.
Rocket Raccoon's eyes widened in surprise when he saw Schiller bending down to pick up something from the ground. When Schiller turned around, Rocket Raccoon only saw a yellow lightning tail.
"Long time no see, Pikachu, what's wrong? Those spider-men dazzled your eyes and made you not even remember your old friend?"
Schiller carried Pikachu back to his seat and sat down. Pikachu flicked his tail, shrugged his nose, and deliberately said in a funny voice: "Oh, don't mention it, a dozen Spider-Man's smashed my four fingers in a month."
It’s a game console, I’ve never seen so many fancy ways to die in games in my life!”
"I guess my small clinic has been destroyed and rebuilt several times, right?" Schiller rubbed Pikachu's cheeks with both hands and said, "Peter liked to squeeze the controller after he made a mistake in playing the game, and the pieces collapsed.
They are everywhere, and there are countless Spider-Mans like him who don’t know how strong they are.”
"No! But I promise, it's very nice there now. When will you go back there to cook? I want to eat scrambled eggs."
"Is it me you miss or the scrambled eggs?" Schiller said, rolling his eyes.
"Can I take it to mean that you're jealous of the scrambled eggs?"
The two of them were quarreling with each other, and Rocket Raccoon, who was standing on the table, was completely stunned. He was stunned to see Pikachu's rich facial expressions, exaggerated body movements and rhythmic voice that seemed to be singing a rap.
General tone.
"Oh, my God, why is there a raccoon here?" Pikachu then saw Rocket Raccoon standing on the table. He looked him up and down and said, "This guy's face is so ugly that I thought he was...
It was just made into a specimen an hour ago."
What did you say?!" Rocket Raccoon raised his tone and said, "Look at your bright and dazzling fur and those two cumbersome long ears. I dare say that if you squat in the children's toy section of the supermarket, you will be dead in less than two minutes.
Those screaming little monsters bought me home to wipe their spit on!"
Pikachu jumped directly from Schiller's arms to the table, walked up to Rocket Raccoon with its short legs, spun around in a circle at lightning speed, and hit Rocket with a "swish" sound from its big lightning-shaped tail.
On the raccoon's nose.
"Ouch!!!! Damn, you're done!!!!"
"Let's see who finishes!"
"Bang! Bang bang!"
"Zila——!"
Seeing the two little figures jumping up and down in his office, sweeping many decorations piled on the table to the floor, Schiller was not angry, but sat behind his desk, as if waiting for something.
Suddenly, the door was knocked again, and Schiller raised his voice and said "Come in." Gwen Spider-Man opened the door and walked in. As soon as he entered, he was stunned by the scene inside the door.
But there was another little red and blue figure in her arms. Spider-Pigman was a pig bitten by a spider. When the famous superhero in the animal world saw someone fighting in the room, he yelled: "Everyone."
stop!"
Seeing that Rocket Raccoon and Yellow Mouse had no intention of stopping, Spider-Pigman snorted coldly, fired a spider web and stuck it on the top of the table, kicked Rocket Raccoon away with a flying leg, and then punched him.
Pikachu slapped him on the cheek and hit him against the floor-to-ceiling window.
After Rocket Raccoon and Pikachu got up from the ground, they shook their heads in confusion. The three little animals looked at each other with surprised eyes, and they were all stunned.
"Okay, everyone." Schiller walked out from behind the desk and reached out to pick up the pen that had been knocked to the ground due to the fight between Pikachu and Rocket Raccoon.
He knelt down and looked at the three little guys and said: "Although I don't have obsessive-compulsive disorder, if I allow some people to cause rude destruction in my house, it must be because they are valuable. Do you think you are valuable?"
"
The three little animals swallowed their saliva together. Then they nodded vigorously with a force that made them want to break their cervical vertebrae.
Schiller, who looked at them condescendingly, showed a satisfied smile and said, "Now, let's talk about what you can do for me."