Chapter 1262: A Pair of Solitary Shadows (Part 2)

"I think you are surprised by yourself in another universe. Before you saw him in person, you didn't have a good impression of him. You thought he should be stubborn, serious, suspicious and even manic, but he is much calmer than you thought, isn't he?" 魞

The morbid tone is always very gentle, and every word is very clear when it falls to the ground. The long tail sound is as if the sentence itself is unwilling to leave the audience's brain.

This is really suitable for hypnosis and brainwashing, Bruce thought, it is just like instinct without any flaws, and everyone else looks like an impatient sparrow.

"What do you think is the source of your biggest conflict with Schiller? Is it your mental illness? The inconsistent part of your personality?"

Sickness continued to ask questions, but he rarely expected Bruce to answer, but asked himself: "Actually, it's not like that. The biggest conflict between you is the age gap and the different stages of life."

"The pain and struggle brought by mental illness and the sense of contradiction brought by inconsistent ideas are not the main problems. The biggest reason for the frequent conflicts between the two of you is that you are very young, your personality is unstable, restless and aggressive. In short, you are not mature enough."

"Of course, this is not referring to I blame you. According to social standards, most people will not require a college student to be mature. Boys will go through a long period of self-exploration before they can become stable. "

"The other you you see is not without pain or contradiction, but the extra calmness comes from his stability and maturity. "魞

"He has long passed the period of self-exploration. Regardless of whether his personality is healthy or his logic is self-consistent, the sharp, fragile and sensitive spirituality of his youth will eventually be worn away. Although he will lose a lot of inspiration, he will also become calm, dignified, and calm, which is what sociology recognizes. 's maturity. "

"Is this good?" Bruce asked, "to accept an answer, just for the answer, regardless of right or wrong?"

"These are just two different paths." Pathology gave an answer that surprised Bruce a little. Looking at Bruce's expression, Pathology smiled and said, "Do you think I would sharply accuse him of being wrong?"

"But in fact, that is completely at the expense of others. Without experiencing the suffering of others, you can't persuade him to be kind, or even persuade him to continue to persist. As long as he can accept the consequences, it doesn't matter whether it is right or wrong."

"Difficult situations will make people urgently need stability and maturity, and they will take the initiative to end their own I spent a long time exploring to gain a stronger ability to handle affairs and integrate into society. There is nothing wrong with that. "

"It is better to say that people who can rebel at will for a long time, explore all the possibilities of themselves, make all the mistakes, and step on all the pits are rare and enviable lucky people."

"Most people realize in the process of focusing on themselves that they do not have the capital to indulge in trivial fantasies. They can only break free and force themselves to face the pressure of reality."

Bruce sat in the chair in silence. He felt that he should change his point of view and look at another self.

After realizing that his mental state was worrying, Bruce had no hope for his isotopes in other universes. He could fully imagine how troublesome his thorny mental illness would be in the later stage.

He also couldn't wait to see how this mad professor with superb medical skills would fight against such a terminally ill mad Batman.

Bruce had to admit that he inherited some of the professor's traits, and he had some shameful and unspeakable expectations for seeing another self in trouble.

But now he found that the conflict between the mature Batman and the professor did not seem to be so intense.

But this is also in line with common sense. When people are of the same age and at similar stages of life, it is easier for them to understand each other, or even if they don't understand, they will not take aggressive measures to solve all problems.

Just like the phrase "we are all adults" can summarize most social interactions, it is not that there is no confrontation, but compared to the conflict with each other to the point of bloodshed, this confrontation will be more secretive and more elegant, like the undercurrent of the abyss. 魞

"You must always learn to be decent and give others respect."

The low and gentle ending of the morbid tone sounded again, and the preaching mixed in the tone was completely covered by the gentle and gentle tone, like a knife wrapped in honey.

"Hatred will make a boy grow into a man prematurely. What it teaches him is not anger and violence, but tolerance and restraint."

"Only by gathering all the hot blood rushing to the head and taking back all the strength in the fists can you sharpen a knife in your chest and give the enemy a fatal blow when necessary, while remaining unscathed and still being able to maintain elegance, and obtain the most decent victory from both the spiritual and physical levels...

"...instead of both sides being hurt, what do you think?"

Bruce turned his head and looked at the sick eyes and said, "So in your opinion, Arrogance is also a boy?"

Sick shook his head and said, "Are you referring to the process of you two hurting each other? He is like this only when facing you."

"Why?"

"Because you are not his enemy, but his student."

As the two talked, the huge screen in front of them went dark at some point, and when it was lit again, the ceiling of the hospital appeared in front of them.

This ceiling made Bruce feel familiar. He remembered that he had seen such a ceiling when he was dressed as a gangster boss and wanted to find clues.

"Arkham Asylum?" Harley's slightly surprised voice confirmed Bruce's speculation.

In the slightly old ward, Schiller looked down at his wrinkled suit and slowly narrowed his eyes. He was stunned for a moment when he just calmed down, then shook his head and said: "... Very good, I can't enter the Hall of Thought, Greed, you wait for me."

After speaking, he raised his head and looked around the room, and then found a bell in the drawer of the bedside table with some paint peeling off.魞

Schiller took out the bell and shook it. The crisp sound echoed in the room. After a while, a nurse came in and said impatiently: "What's the matter?"

"Can you help me get a set of clean clothes? Thank you."

"There are no clean clothes here." The nurse rolled her eyes and said: "Don't even think about following me to the laundry room or the warehouse and then killing me. I will call Batman!"

"I just want to clean myself." Schiller explained.

"Find a way yourself."

The nurse closed the door with a "bang". Schiller sighed, then sat by the bed and maintained this posture until dark.

As expected, Schiller saw a black shadow with pointed ears in the corner illuminated by the indoor light.魞

"You brought me a set of clothes." Schiller turned his head and looked at the shadow by the window and said, "You deliberately left me here, ordered the nurse to treat me rudely, and then showed me kindness with dignity and decency."

"You know, the best way to save a person with obsessive-compulsive perfectionist personality disorder is to satisfy their cleanliness... What do you want from me?"

Batman put a suitcase on the table next to him, and then opened the delicate lock on the suitcase with his fingers covered with leather gloves.

Inside the suitcase was a clean and tidy suit. Schiller knew without even looking at it that it was completely customized according to his size, and the tie was ironed.

Batman was silent. He just stretched his hand forward slightly and made a "please" gesture. He didn't put forward any conditions because he knew that the person in front of him couldn't refuse at all.

Sure enough, Schiller stood up. He stretched out a hand and gently stroked the fabric of the clothes. The soft touch did not meet the dress requirements of a suit, but Schiller knew very well that this was the best fabric for a suit. Tightness and fit should come from tailoring, not stiff fabric.

Schiller lowered his eyes and it was difficult to restrain the smile on his lips. Batman was the soul mate of every criminal. He hated them, so he knew them very well, so he could easily satisfy them. 魞

Finally, Schiller picked up the clothes and went to the bathroom next to the ward.

Thanks to the fact that this old mental hospital was built by Europeans, the space in the bathroom was not cramped, and it had been cleaned in advance. The air was very dry, which made the process of changing clothes not only smooth, but also comfortable.

"It's over." Constantine covered his eyes and said, "To some extent, he can understand Schiller best, especially in terms of taste for various things."

Although Constantine is sloppy and looks like a tramp, that is just his attitude towards life. As a traditional British, he is like all British people, a little indifferent and unfriendly, but very much pursuing taste.

This type of personality is difficult to please, because they are very picky and sneer at all aesthetics that do not match their brain waves, no matter how popular they are.

But when they really meet companions with the same taste, they will treasure them and deeply understand how rare it is to have people with the same taste, so they are willing to make concessions, even repeatedly.

"Schiller saw Batman's trick." Bruce said as if talking to himself: "Deliberately throwing him into a mental hospital, deliberately locking him in an old and small room, deliberately letting the nurse ridicule him, and then pretending to be a good person to help him. Schiller pointed this out, but Batman was not surprised."魞

"Is he indifferent to the mistake, or is it a deliberate strategy? Why does he know? Schiller will not be angry about the unreasonable behavior in the first half, but will really accept his kindness?"

"Have you paid attention to that suit?" The morbid reminder sounded at the right time.

Bruce narrowed his eyes slightly, and he saw that on the screen, Schiller walked out in a new suit. The suit on him was surprisingly fit. It was definitely not a ready-made product, but must have been specially made.

Bruce also has a good taste for suits, so it can be seen that from the fabric to the cutting to the style, it is very suitable for Schiller's temperament. This is an aesthetic value that is easy to appreciate. The taste is expressed very directly, and the emotions are also expressed directly.

"He saw what type of person Schiller was, just from the one he saw last night." Bruce touched his chin and continued, "From the way Schiller adjusted his tie, he saw his obsessive-compulsive disorder and perfectionism, and from his dressing, he guessed his aesthetic tendencies, and made a comprehensive judgment on how to appease Schiller."

"There is one more thing." Pathological said again: "Since you have seen that the nurse is Batman's person, you should have thought that Batman would learn from the nurse that Schiller only expected a clean set of clothes, or even a hospital gown."

"Then, a set of aesthetically pleasing custom-made suits will be an unexpected surprise, not in terms of being expensive and beautiful, but in terms of satisfaction beyond expectations. This is human nature, and Batman is taking advantage of this nature."

"Does Schiller know this?" Bruce asked.

"Of course he knows, the nurse told him directly."

Bruce was stunned for a moment, and then thought of the last words the nurse said before leaving, "I will tell Batman", that is, the nurse directly told Schiller that I was sent by Batman.

"So, it was all clear from the beginning to the end?" Bruce put his finger on his forehead and said, "From ridicule to flattery, they both knew it, but no one said it."

"Schiller solved the dilemma of indecent clothing, Batman achieved the purpose of showing favor, it seems that both won, Schiller owed Batman a favor, Batman knew that he might be a criminal, but still gave him a gift, it seems that both lost."

Bruce took a deep breath, turned his head to look at him morbidly, laughed twice, and then said: "This is the adult world, it's terrible, isn't it?"

"Everything seems to be on the surface, but the complicated meanings seem to be hidden in the dark. In the story, everyone understands, but no one says it. Everyone is communicating carelessly, reading each other's codes and secret codes, or trying to figure out who can read their secret codes. "魞

"Regarding each other as close friends, and treating each other as sworn enemies, smearing honey on each other's lips with fingers, and pulling out a knife while kissing. "

"The bloody dispute is about to end." Pathological leaned his body to the side where Bruce was, staring at him from the upper side of his eyes and said:

"Resisting patriarchy with violence and gaining power is not the end, but the beginning. It will soon be your turn. How do you feel?"

"I have a headache." Bruce was very straightforward.

Pathological continued to smile deeply, looking at Bruce with smiling eyes and said:

"If you feel a headache, you can also refuse it. Not everyone has to grow up. Being a boy is also good, isn't it?"

Bruce pursed his lips, turned his head and glanced at Pathological, then turned his head back and said: "I feel good."魞

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