"Calm down, Clark." Schiller said, standing not far from Clark: "Your name is Clark Kent, and you are in a bar in Gotham. You are safe. We are all your friends."
"Friends... no... no... traitors..."
"What are you talking about?" Diana frowned, staring closely at Clark, as if she was ready to use restrictive measures at any time.
Schiller took a step forward to stand in front of Diana and walked towards Clark, but Hal waved his hand fiercely at him, telling him not to get close to Clark. After all, Clark was out of control and no one could hold him back. Schiller
There may be danger.
But Schiller still slowly leaned over, repeating to Clark who he was, where he was now, and that he was safe, until Clark's breathing slowed down and Schiller walked over and patted him on the back.
Clark sat on the bar chair, leaning forward half of his body on the bar, sweat dripping from the ends of his hair and the tips of his eyebrows.
"Are you okay? Clark." Hal asked with great concern: "Did you drink too much? Or are you allergic to some ingredient in the drink?"
"Is there something wrong with your ability?" Diana obviously wanted to come up with some more realistic guesses.
Clark opened his mouth. He wanted to refute, but if there was a problem with mind reading, it wouldn't be considered a problem, so he remained silent and didn't speak.
Schiller used his eyes to signal Diana to stop talking. He said, "Maybe it's not a good habit to let alcohol flow in your blood. It may make you make wrong judgments."
It's like this again, Hal thought. Schiller seemed to explain this incident as Clark drinking too much, but he also took into account Diana's conjecture. The combination of the two turned into Clark letting the alcohol go too far. The result
This leads to a misjudgment of ability and a sudden loss of control.
Hal could feel that Schiller was not lying, and Clark's expression proved that Schiller was telling the truth, but why did this sentence sound like he was talking about something else?
This episode passed quickly, and Clark quickly returned to normal, but it reminded everyone that it is very dangerous for such a powerful being to become unconscious, and Clark also assured them
I will never drink alcohol again.
After everyone dispersed, Clark turned back to look for Schiller, who was left in the bar to clean up the wreckage of the bar. He stood on the edge of the mess at a loss, but he still couldn't help but ask: "What is that?"
"normal phenomenon."
"No, doctor, I mean what I feel..."
"It's a normal phenomenon." Schiller repeated.
Clark stared at Schiller closely, as if he wanted to see something from his expression. Unfortunately, Schiller had been silently clearing the bar. Finally, Clark couldn't bear it anymore, and the fragments floated up, and all flew into the trash can next to him.
, Schiller had nothing to do and could only stand there and look at him.
"Doctor, please." Clark looked at Schiller helplessly and said, "I have to know what Oliver is suffering and why he has such emotions. It will break me and it will break him too."
.”
"No." Schiller just said calmly.
Clark looked in pain, and Schiller stepped forward, patted him on the back to comfort him, and said: "Oliver knew exactly what he was doing. From the moment he embarked on this path, there was no room for weakness or retreat."
"I don't understand. He has suffered enough. Where did these come from? Why don't you tell me and let me solve them?"
"Because it's difficult for you to solve. Some things in this world are not just right or wrong." Schiller said with a shrug.
Clark kept staring at Schiller with his eyes, as if if he didn't give an answer today, he would stare a hole in Schiller's back with this look.
"I can't explain all this to you in my current capacity, and you won't accept it." Schiller shook his head and said, "If you want to listen, you have to be prepared."
Clark nodded slowly and carefully.
"I worked for the FBI."
Clark's eyes widened in shock. He stared at Schiller and said, "You're not...I mean, to obtain information, right?"
Schiller shook his head and said: "It's not about this universe, it's about my previous life."
Clark recalled that Schiller said that he came to this universe because of his death, which meant that this was what happened before his death.
Clark breathed a sigh of relief.
Then his curiosity arose. This was a huge secret. He knew that everyone was more or less spying on Schiller's past life, but no one got a complete answer.
And now that he had a new piece of the puzzle, he just wanted to know what the cause of all this was, what the consequences were, and why he was talking about this.
"It was an accident," Schiller said. "Then I started working with them, so I got to know them."
"FBI?"
Schiller shook his head and said, "All of them, roughly speaking, all of the law enforcement and intelligence agencies in the United States."
"Is Oliver's matter related to them?"
"It's always been about them."
Clark was really convinced. In the past, Schiller's way of talking was to prick acupuncture, but now Schiller's way of talking is to scrape, going around and around, and finally got around to nonsense that has no meaning, but this nonsense seems to be part of the truth, and there is an implicit meaning in it.
Holding some important secret.
Clark now began to miss the professor very much. He swore that from now on, he would never say that Professor Schiller was venomous. Sometimes it is better to be venomous. Schiller's words were so conservative that Clark thought he was watching the President of the United States.
The first speech after taking the stage.
"So who did it?" Clark wanted to hit the nail on the head.
"All of them."
"What did they do?"
"That's what they've always done."
"doctor!"
"I'm here, don't worry too much."
Clark experienced for the first time what it felt like to be deprived of oxygen.
Schiller walked to the sofa next to him and sat down. He waved to Clark, and Clark had no choice but to sit next to him. Schiller turned around and said, "You see, I am a psychiatrist, and my entire responsibility is to make my
The patient should stay in a good mood, so I would tell you, don't worry too much."
"This is the most error-free thing within the scope of my responsibilities. It is enough for me to do this. I am worthy of our relationship and the medical fees paid to me by the patients, so I have always been a good doctor."
"But I think you will be deeply impressed by that professor because you can always remember some of his harsh words. Although they are too straightforward, they always point to the truth and give you inspiration and guidance. Do you think
Is he a good professor?"
"Of course, of course he is."
"Does everyone think so?"
Clark was silent.
He couldn't say without conscience that Schiller was a good professor who was praised by everyone. In fact, everyone who had in-depth dealings with him had mixed evaluations of him. Even in terms of teaching ability and teacher ethics, he was by no means a good professor.
Completely positive reviews, even mixed reviews.
Even Schiller's good friend Victor often said that Schiller used his talent to trick others, hoping that others would have the same kind of genius and inspiration as him. In addition, the teaching of theory can be said to be lackluster.
, if I must say, this teaching method is more suitable for gifted students.
Everyone believes that Schiller did not do anything that fundamentally harmed the students, but some of his methods for the benefit of the students were too radical, which seriously affected his evaluation of teacher ethics.
So in general, Schiller's evaluation in this regard is mixed, and although it has little impact on him, it is always not as good as his unanimous praise in another universe.
Greedy's professional abilities and medical ethics in Marvel are completely praised. Some people say that he makes too much noise to treat patients, which is a bit scary. Others say that he hides his plans and always surprises people.
But no one has ever questioned his treatment methods. Although his morals are not very high, his medical ethics is quite good.
"Do you know why?" Schiller asked.
Clark shook his head, and Schiller sighed and said: "The reason why arrogance is arrogance is because no matter what the environment is, he sticks to his pride and will not change."
"If he wants to tell the truth, what he tells must be the truth, and it is the truest truth. There are no euphemistic modifiers. It must hit the nail on the head and hit the point directly."
"But I'm different. I don't have so much persistence. I can say it or not. If I want to say it, I can break it up, crush it into pieces, and hide it in a whole sea of gentle and kind words. You can't understand.
It doesn’t matter, anyway, I said it, if you don’t understand, it’s because you don’t have enough understanding.”
"And if your condition can't get better because you don't understand, I don't care, because I have other more ways to cure you, and you will definitely be cured, regardless of whether you understand the truth or not, and whether you understand what I'm talking about.
No matter what you do, you are destined to go down that path."
"Every time Arrogant puts down his pride, it is painful. He will do it because something is worth it, and if I hold on to nothing, I will be invulnerable and nothing is worth it."
"This is the difference between the two, Clark. When you are ruthless enough, you will not suffer. As long as you care about something, you will always feel despair."
Clark found that he gradually understood. Although these words were vague and had no beginning or end, he had wonderfully entered into Oliver's perspective.
It wasn't that he wanted to come back, but that he had to come back. But even if he came back, his heart would still remain in that land, filled with care, pain and despair.
Did Oliver point to some kind of truth? Did he swallow his pride for it? But even so, did he still fail?
Did the pain and despair Clark felt when he was empathizing with him come from others not believing the naked truth he pointed out? What did they do?
Clark told himself not to think about it, and he didn't dare to think about it, because when he contacted "all of them" that Schiller had mentioned inexplicably before, he was worried that this might be a long-planned trap.
Clark understood that he was not actually worried. The moment his super brain started functioning, he knew that this must be a fact, but he was not emotionally willing to believe it yet.
Because if it is really all of them, and it has been planned for a long time, and Oliver has already appeared here, with endless pain and despair, then it proves that things are not going to change much.
Clark stood up suddenly and ran out the door quickly. He stopped the moment he stepped through the bar door, slowed down, looked back at Schiller and said.
"Doctor, I don't know why you can firmly say 'nothing is worth it', but I sincerely hope that one day you will realize the shallowness of this moment. We all have that day."
"My day has not passed too long, so I know that even if some things are right or wrong, history cannot fairly judge whether what we have done is worthwhile, time will definitely prove that someone cares and someone remembers - then everything is