Schiller, who was taking a nap in the lounge, heard the bell ring. He raised his arm in a daze, looked at his watch, then sat up and shouted to the door: "Wait a minute."
He straightened his clothes in front of the mirror, opened the door and walked out.
Evans was standing in the middle of the room when he saw Schiller coming out and said, "Sorry, professor, did I come a little too early?"
"No, why did you think of making an appointment to come here?" Schiller turned to look out the window and did not see the car that often picked up Evans. Evans saw his actions and said with some embarrassment: "I'm not coming from the manor.
of."
"sit down."
Schiller and Evans walked to the table and sat down. Schiller took a closer look at Evans and found that he looked a little haggard. He asked, "What's wrong with you? I heard Mrs. Miller said that Falcone Jr. called."
When I made the appointment for treatment, I was a little surprised, why didn't you just invite me to Falcone Manor?"
"I... don't live in Falcone Manor anymore." Evans put his hand on the table, lowered his eyes and said, "I moved out."
"Oh?" Schiller took a sip of water. The fireplace in the room was getting hotter and hotter, making him a little hot. He said, "This is really interesting. Have you moved out?"
"I know it's a bit ridiculous, but... in short, I don't live with my godfather anymore."
"Why?"
Evans pursed his lips tightly, his expression was rarely serious, and he said: "Alberto told me everything, I really didn't expect..."
His expression was a little sad and complicated. He seemed to have a lot to say and needed an outlet to pour it out.
"I didn't expect things to be like this. I really didn't expect... This is really ridiculous. How could my brother..."
Evans covered his eyes with his hands, and then waved his hand again before Schiller spoke: "...Okay, actually I have accepted this fact, but...The relationship between Alberto and the godfather is a bit complicated, right?
?”
"I live in Falcone Manor as usual, but I always feel inexplicable palpitations, and sometimes a little scared. More importantly, when I face my godfather, I feel a little out of breath."
"I know this is not how I feel, but the impact Alberto has had on me."
Evans frowned, looking a little painful, and continued: "Before, when Alberto took over the body, I couldn't feel anything, as if he was asleep, but if his mood was too intense, I would
I was woken up. One night, it was raining heavily and thundering..."
Evans looked out the window, as if he had seen that rainy night, with rainwater flowing down the glass, and when a bolt of lightning flashed across, the fine raindrops gave off a dazzling luster.
Alberto was half kneeling on the ground, his face full of fear, and opposite him was the godfather standing in front of the window.
"That emotion was so strong. I didn't know what he was afraid of, but it woke me up and made me feel his pain."
"So what did you do?"
"I don't know what I should do, but one thing I can do is to separate the two of them."
"So you moved out?"
Evans nodded and said: "My godfather is very dissatisfied with this, but I insist not to go home to live, and he can't help it. Recently, I have been living in the school dormitory, and occasionally I go to my classmates' houses to stay."
"But, after that day, my brother stopped showing up. I was worried that there was something wrong with him. Professor, can you..."
"Okay, I know this is a bit ridiculous." Evans pressed his forehead and said, "But it's not me who needs psychological treatment today, but Alberto."
"Of course, your bills will be sent to the same address anyway. Close your eyes and do as I say..."
Two minutes later, Alberto opened his eyes, stared at Schiller with a cold gaze and said, "Why did you call me out?"
"Your brother was very worried about your condition, so he asked me to provide you with psychological treatment."
Alberto cursed in a low voice. Schiller put his elbows on the table, then held his chin, observing Alberto with interest. What was amazing was that although he and Evans had the same face, they still had the same face.
Individually they look completely different.
Different temperaments lead to changes in expressions, and the facial lines involved in expressions make the whole person look different.
This is a very good observation material, because this is a real dual personality, not the kind that is hypnotized or imagined.
"It seems that you don't want to accept your brother's favor anymore?"
"Thank you? Do you know what that idiot did?!"
Alberto turned his head, sighed deeply, and said: "He ran to his godfather and told him, 'I want to move out, I don't want to live at home anymore.' The godfather asked him why, and he
Say, 'Because you are here at Falconer Manor'..."
Alberto covered his eyes and said: "Can you imagine the look on the godfather's face?"
Alberto's voice was full of exhaustion. He said: "I can feel that the godfather is indeed old. If it were before, if I dared to say such things, he would shoot me directly and make me reflect on the blood loss."
If it's too much, bandage it again."
"What's even more frightening is that this is just the beginning. When he came out of Falcone Manor, the driver wanted to take him there, but he didn't want to. He said he wanted to walk by himself. He wanted to walk from Falcone Manor at night in Gotham.
To Gotham University..."
"Thank God, he arrived at Gotham University safely. Then because he didn't bring his dormitory key, he had to climb in through the window. In the middle of the night, he climbed through the window and alerted the students upstairs. They fired two shots, but they didn't hit him..."
"On the second day, he felt that the bed in the dormitory was too hard and the environment was not good, so he wanted to stay with his classmates..." Alberto covered his face and said:
"He's looking for a guy named Bruce Wayne."
"He said he had never been to the famous Wayne Manor. He said he had a good relationship with Bruce and he would definitely let him stay for two days..."
Schiller coughed twice more, then covered his mouth. Alberto looked at him. Schiller paused for a while before returning to normal. He looked at Alberto and said, "I swear, I'm not laughing."
Alberto said very weakly: "Then Bruce really agreed, and the next night, they went back to Wayne Manor."
"Then did you see a strange figure standing at the head of your bed in the middle of the night?"
Alberto's hands moved, as if there were no words to describe his mood.
"He talked to Bruce about his newly written musical until midnight, and then even performed an impromptu performance, which attracted the old butler Alfred. Alfred liked him very much and strongly asked him to stay for a few more days.
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Alberto gritted his teeth and said: "Then, he was very confused and wondered why I didn't show up these days..."
Schiller really couldn't hold it in any longer. Alberto looked at him and smiled expressionlessly, as if this reaction was what he expected.
Schiller took a deep breath and tried to suppress his desire to laugh. He looked at Alberto and said, "I admit, what Evans did was a bit...but you didn't just stop showing up for this reason, right?
"
Alberto leaned back in his chair, his golden hair covering half of his face.
"You're jealous, aren't you?"
Alberto didn't speak. Schiller put the pen back into the pen holder and said, "Did you know? I encountered an example very similar to yours before. He was a little prince of a country..."
"His brother is the heir to the royal family. He is reckless, impulsive, and does things without thinking. But no matter what trouble the eldest prince makes, his father will always wipe his ass."
Alberto lowered his eyes and said: "People always have extra tolerance for stupid people."
"You are more open-minded than him."
"The example you gave is not accurate enough, because we are not brothers, we are the same person. Even if he has an older brother in his memory from a personality perspective, I don't think I have a younger brother..."
"But you should also know that without the existence of Evans, the godfather will not let you live. He can kill you the first time, but he can kill you the second time."
The golden hair completely blocked Alberto's eyes. He looked at Schiller through the gap in the hair and said: "Of course I know, he has never regarded me as his son. His only son is Evans."
"So you should be very confused now. Everyone has abandoned you. No one chose you, including the Godfather, Batman, and me. All of them chose Evans..."
"And Evans picked you."
"When he discovered that you were very afraid of your godfather and that your godfather was also very disgusted with you, he resolutely chose to stand by your side."
Alberto's mouth was pursed tightly, and there was even a trace of blue at the corner of his mouth. Schiller then deduced: "So you should be very confused now. You can't find an answer, so you can only choose to escape."
"Actually, you can also think about it from another angle..." Schiller took out a new medical case book and started writing with his head down, saying as he wrote: "You should also be able to see that all the godfather's training plans for Evans have failed.
, he was not born for this business."
"He is a bad guy. He has no moral burden for killing people, and he doesn't mind gang fights or other crimes. But he is not bad enough or ruthless enough."
"He is a good person with excellent grades and a wide range of friends. He also loves art, but he is not good enough. He does not have that innate sense of justice and mission, and is more likely to follow the crowd."
"Such a person can do any profession, but unfortunately, he cannot be a godfather."
"The godfather may have realized this fact a long time ago. He tried many methods, but none of them worked."
"The godfather said he was like his wife."
"Maybe, but the problem now is that the godfather really only has this one son. Even if he doesn't pass his position to a blood-related son, after searching through the twelve families, there is no more suitable heir. Others
Not only stupid, but also bad.”
"That's why I'm still alive now." Alberto's voice was filled with pain.
"I can live not because I am his son, but because I am a qualified heir."
"Otherwise, as you said, if he can kill me the first time, he can kill me the second time..."
"Have you ever tried talking to your godfather?"
"Talk?" Alberto showed a stiff smile and said: "How should I talk to him? I can't even stand up when facing him..."
"If you are an enemy of the Godfather, you will understand how terrifying it is to face him."
"You regard yourself as his enemy, but how can you be sure that he also regards you as his enemy?"
"If I was not his enemy, why did he kill me?"
"Even if you are his enemy, he has already killed you."
"The only sure answer I can give you is that many people think that the Godfather is very tolerant. This is not because the Godfather is acting, but because his personality is like this. This is what makes him different from other gang leaders, and it is also his biggest personality
The charm lies in it.”
"You said you are very much like the Godfather, then you can put yourself in his shoes and think about it. If a person who has been killed by you comes back, you will regard him as your opponent and enemy and stare at him.
Won’t you let it go?”
"He can kill you the first time, and he can kill you the second time, but that's exactly the problem."
"You have lost to him once, and you will lose to him a second time, and a third time. You have used your successive failures to prove that you are no threat to him, so he is likely to let you go, isn't it?"
The silent Alberto was like a statue, and Schiller saw the shadow of Loki in him, the same jealous brother, the same fear of his father, the same inability to love.
This is a very wonderful thing in Schiller's view, because they are two universes apart and have nothing to do with each other, but their souls are surprisingly similar.
For Schiller, experiencing such a thing twice in a row was like facing a math problem in school. After writing out one solution, and then thinking about the second solution, not only did it not feel troublesome, but it was also very happy.