"Oh, yes, I saw that in your latest paper, you used a chapter to focus on this issue. However, I think you mainly focused on philosophy and ethics..."
Laonel clasped his hands with a smile on his face and said: "This is really a bit difficult for ordinary people like me with little talent and knowledge to understand. You also know that businessmen like us with low education still like some
More practical questions..."
As he said that, Laionel showed a slightly embarrassed expression. He seemed to want to ask but didn't dare to ask. Schiller said understandingly: "It doesn't matter, Mr. Laionel, I'm here just to answer your questions."
Yes, isn't it?"
Lionel put his hands under the table, laughed twice, and then said: "You are really approachable, and you are much easier to talk to than many experts I have met."
At this time, a waiter walked in. Schiller turned to look at him, and Onel explained: "Sorry, I asked him to come over."
As he spoke, the waiter brought two wine glasses and a bottle of wine from the cart behind him. Laionel explained: "Originally, I planned to share this classic bottle with the mayor, but who knew..."
"But it doesn't matter, Mr. Schiller, can I call you that? It's also an honor for me to have a drink with a scholar like you."
The beautifully colored wine was like a gem solidified in the cup. Seeing Schiller's skillful movements in holding up the cup, Lionel's smile deepened.
Then, he took out a box of cigars from the handbag next to him, asked the waiter to cut them, and lit them for Schiller. Schiller took a puff of the cigar and exhaled thick smoke. He leaned back on the chair with some relaxation.
Onel, however, still leaned forward and chatted with Schiller about some common sense issues about psychology.
As the atmosphere of the chat became more and more heated, the topic returned to the previous question. Lai Onel asked: "I also said before, I have no intention of questioning your academic level, but changing a person's personality
Entering another person's body...it sounds like a fantasy."
"Apart from the philosophies and ethics that bother me, I'm just curious about a question that ordinary people would be curious about: How is this done?"
"Mr. Onel, I know you are curious about this, but I also want to ask you a question." Schiller glanced at the burning butt of his cigar and said, "I heard that you started from scratch and established a huge company.
Luther Business Empire, how did you do it?"
"This..." Lai Onel opened his mouth. He didn't know how to answer this question. He didn't know if he answered this question in that perfunctory and polite way, then Schiller would also answer this question in the same way.
Answer his question with the same attitude.
"This is the question that laymen have when looking at insiders. When a person achieves extremely high achievements in some aspects, many people who don't understand this aspect like to ask a question, that is, 'How did you do it?
?'."
"They are eager to get a specific implementable method from you, but in fact only insiders understand that there is no standard answer to this question. In most cases, even if you answer it seriously, you can only answer one
A perfunctory answer.”…
"For example, through hard work, a little inspiration, and a little luck. That's what you wanted to answer me just now, right? Come on, Mr. Onnell?"
Lionel's expression stiffened for a moment, but soon his face was filled with a smile. He said: "Indeed, many people want to get the secret of success from me, but where is the secret? All over the world.
Everyone knows how business is done, but very few people can truly become rich."
"Of course, I also understand that outsiders view psychology as very mysterious. They always think that we are all mind readers and can tell what they are thinking just by looking at them, but this is not the case."
"This is also a subject that requires learning a lot of theoretical knowledge, and then constantly learning lessons from practice, and achieving achievements through systematic and scientific training."
"As for what you questioned before, whether it is possible to replace one person's personality into another person's body, I can clearly say that it can indeed be done, but if you really want to hear the principle, I'm afraid you have to
Learn from scratch.”
The smile on Laionel's face did not diminish, and he said: "Look at me, I am so absorbed in chatting with you that I almost forgot about the main business today, the matter about Lex..."
"Psychological treatment is a long-term process. I can't turn him into a normal person who is good at social interaction overnight. As for how to treat him, I need to give him a basic examination first."
"Mr. Onel, to be honest with you, I have seen that you are eager to get results." Schiller took another puff of his cigar, and as he spoke, the smoke gradually filled the air.
"Like everything in this world, as long as you are willing to pay enough, there is always a faster way..."
Lionel picked up the wine glass with understanding, clinked the glasses with Schiller, and then said: "This is the best news I have heard in these years."
After a while, the red-haired boy Rex was brought back to the reception room. He sat opposite Schiller. Lionel, who was standing next to him, proactively asked: "Uh... should I go out first?"
"No, no need."
Schiller's answer was beyond Onel's expectations. He was stunned for a moment, and then explained as if he suddenly reacted: "I thought others needed to avoid it."
"This is just a simple examination and not a formal treatment, so you can wait on the side."
So, Schiller sat across from Lex and gave him a preliminary examination. The examination process was very simple. It basically consisted of asking some of the simplest questions, such as name, height, weight, age, etc., as well as simple addition and subtraction of single digits.
method and graphic description.
Lionel had been sitting nearby and watching, and Rex was holding his knees with his hands, answering Schiller's questions somewhat rigidly. He didn't ask why, and he didn't make any unnecessary movements. Schiller asked him, and he answered.
"It's a bit strange..." Schiller looked at the piece of paper in front of him for recording, then looked up at Lionel and asked: "Are you sure your previous diagnosis was autism?"
The smile on Lyonel's face weakened a bit. He seemed to hesitate a little. He turned to look at Lex several times, and then said: "Yes, the previous doctors told me this..."...
Schiller frowned and remained silent, and the atmosphere in the room froze. But after a few dozen seconds, Schiller said to himself: "It's probably atypical autism."
"What's going on? Professor, did the previous doctor make a misdiagnosis?"
"No, it doesn't count." Schiller wrote and drew on the paper, and then said: "I don't know if the previous doctor has explained to you that the autism spectrum is divided into many categories. The common types of communication among people are
Autism with disabilities is generally typical autism.”
"But there is also atypical autism. These patients have many symptoms and cannot be generalized. It seems that your son's situation is a bit complicated...
"Sorry, Professor." Lionel interrupted Schiller's next words. He glanced at Lex and then said: "Is he autistic? Could it be..."
Schiller gave him a strange look, and then asked with some confusion: "Come on, Mr. Onnell, why do you seem a little..."
At this time, Lionel realized that he had lost his composure. Just as he was about to adjust his expression, Schiller said in a tone of sudden enlightenment: "Oh, I see..."
Lionel's fingertips trembled, and Lex's somewhat numb expression also changed slightly. At this moment, Schiller suddenly said:
"I have seen many parents who think their children are not sick, but they don't trust doctors, teachers, or even their own relatives."
"They think the diagnosis is just nonsense, and in their eyes, their child is no different than anyone else."
Schiller came over, patted Onel on the shoulder, and said, "I can understand this feeling. No father wants his child to be sick."
"But, Mr. Lionel, escaping is not an option. My diagnosis may be slightly different from the previous doctors, but there is no doubt that your son Lex Luthor is mentally different from ordinary people."
of."
"So far, the most likely diagnosis is still autism spectrum, but the specific classification requires more detailed diagnosis to be determined."
At this moment, Lionel's stiff expression softened somewhat. He sighed, wiped the corners of his eyes with his fingers, and then made a sad expression and said: "Indeed, I also hope that Lex and normal
Like a kid, even if he's a playboy like Lil Wayne?"
Schiller saw that Lex's numb expression changed slightly when he heard the name Wayne.
Shrinking his gaze, Schiller nodded to Lionel and said, "Don't worry, Mr. Luther, everything will be fine. Your son will return to normal, I promise."
Lionel asked hesitantly: "Can it really..."
"Remember what I said before? I can even change one person's personality into another person's body. Autism does require long-term treatment, but..."
Schiller showed a smile, looked into Lionel's eyes and said: "As I said before, there is always a faster way, isn't it?"
Schiller saw a hint of evil flash in Lionel's eyes, but it soon returned to a smile...
At this moment, a series of noises suddenly came from outside the corridor, as if someone was running over in a hurry. Schiller and Lyonel turned their heads at the same time, but Lex seemed not to hear them and remained sitting numbly. land.
With a "bang", the door was pushed open by a waiter. Onel frowned and said, "What's going on? What do you want to do?"
"Mr. Luther! You'd better get down quickly! Officer Benjamin, please get down quickly!"
"What's wrong? What are you doing in such a hurry?" Lyonel was a little dissatisfied. He frowned and scolded the waiter.
"Someone died!...Someone died again!"
Schiller also frowned, then Onel stepped forward and asked: "Who died?"
"I...I don't know, but I heard that he seems to be an agricultural product dealer named...called..."
The waiter hesitated for a long time and couldn't explain clearly. Lai Onel waved his hand impatiently and said, "Bring Kes back to the room and let's go down and have a look."
As he walked forward with Schiller, he said: "Agricultural product dealer? It may be Old Pike. He is the largest agricultural product dealer on the East Coast, so he was invited to this dinner..."
Lyonner frowned deeply and said, "Damn it, Mayor White's death hasn't been found out yet, so why did another person die again? Is there any curse on this damn manor?"
After Schiller and Lyonel came downstairs, they saw a body lying in the center of the banquet hall. Lionel walked up and talked to Benjamin. Schiller came down the stairs and stood at the top of the stairs. , Chu showed no intention of stepping forward.
Benjamin turned his head and glanced at Schiller. Soon, he came over, looked into Schiller's eyes and said, "I heard that you have participated in many famous murder cases."
"Yes, are you going to hire me?"
Benjamin's eyebrows furrowed deeply, but before he could open his mouth to answer, Schiller turned around and said, "But I don't intend to accept it. I'm going back to sleep."
"Wait!" Benjamin stopped Schiller who was about to walk up the stairs. He said: "Two murders occurred in a short period of time. This may be related to the previous serial murders in the Metropolis. You are not often involved in this." Plant it in eucalyptus seeds?"
Schiller paused for a moment on the stairs, then turned around, looked at Benjamin and said, "You misunderstood, I only participate in college defense, not kindergarten presentations."
Benjamin kept staring at Schiller, and Schiller turned back, walked up the stairs holding on to the handrail, and left his last words:
"If the serial murderers in your metropolis are only of this level, my defense suggestion is - delay."