Chapter 1266: A Pair of Solitary Shadows (VI)

Finally, it was Batman who pushed the door open, and Schiller followed him in. After entering the door, there was a semi-partitioned entrance hall. Schiller walked to the wall, found the light switch, and pressed it. 坱

With a "click", the light was turned on. Batman stood at the door and stared at Schiller's hand. Schiller walked into the house and looked around, saying, "You must be curious about how I can tell where you set the trap and where you didn't."

"I doubt the professionalism of a psychologist who can't cure his own psychological allergies, and I have no interest in listening to you talk about how magical psychology is." Batman interrupted appropriately, blocking Schiller's next words.

He also walked into the room and looked at the situation here.

This is a somewhat messy house. The decoration is not luxurious, but the style is very unique. More importantly, various collections are placed in every corner. The style is not uniform, and the placement is also very random. It is messy and cumbersome. At a glance, people can think of how much of a headache it will be to clean up.

Schiller picked up a modern sculpture on the table. To put it simply, it was a piece of plastic twisted into a shape that most people couldn't appreciate. Schiller gently blew away the dust on the sculpture, turned it around in his hands, and then put it back in place.

The top of the living room is not the ceiling, but the patio in the center of the second floor, which is somewhat similar to the shape of Schiller's thinking tower. As long as you stand in the center of the patio, you can see the situation upstairs. Schiller stood in the middle of the living room. Somewhat wandering in the sky.

"Are you going to open a psychological clinic here?" Batman's question brought Schiller back to his senses. Schiller shook his head and said, "I only accept private appointments, do limited psychological counseling, and do not prescribe. There will be no signs here, and I can't hear knocks on the door. Guests who are not listed in the telephone directory are not welcome." "Is the consultation confidential?" "Yes, I follow the confidentiality regulations of psychologists and will not make any records or recordings without the patient's consent..." "What about memory?" Schiller walked up the stairs slowly. The dull sound of leather shoes stepping on the wooden stairs and the steady tone echoed in the empty room. "Everyone who comes to see a psychiatrist suspects that the psychiatrist will reveal his secrets or use secrets to threaten him. They usually ask me similar questions repeatedly in the first three meetings."

"You assure them that you are safe and use your professional skills to relax their vigilance."

"Yes, just like a murderer contacts the victim."

"If they believe you, you will start to try to get into their hearts and pry into their secrets and problems. You enjoy other people's secrets and ask them to pay more."

"Most people's secrets are worthless, dirty and ugly, and pollute the brain. What they pay me is the cost of washing my brain."

"You hate them."

"No, this is not my motive. The depth of ordinary people's stupidity can reach is as bottomless as the abyss. There is no hatred for anyone in this world. Enough to hate all the idiots in this world. I prefer to shut them out and not look at them. I am not bothered by seeing you. "

"What if they break in?"

"At least not recently, because most people will not remove your electric shock device."

Schiller held the railing of the stairs, turned back and looked at Batman and said, "You are not forcing me to reveal my flaws, but you are constantly accumulating pressure on me, making me feel that as long as I don't disguise well, you will take action to make me disguise longer, or even better, forever."

"This is the essence of your means of dealing with criminals, becoming a dark cloud hanging over the heads of criminals and a bell ringing in their ears."

"Remind them that there is always a torch-like gaze in the shadows, staring at their every move, and the pressure makes them suppress their nature and have some scruples before taking action. If they can pretend to be a good person for a lifetime, then he is a good person."

Schiller continued to walk up the stairs, and Batman's eyes always followed his figure, which was as deep as ever, and there was also a rare concentration and fascination.

"Like you, I have also frightened them, put out the flames of their evil nature with a basin of cold water, and drawn a fence for the sins that can never be completely eliminated, as the bottom line at the deepest part of the abyss..."

Schiller dragged out a tail tone, and when he finished his last sentence, Batman's eyes, which were always narrowed, widened slightly.

"... and it worked."坱

Schiller came to the second floor, turned his back to Batman, and looked up at the bookshelf on the wall. Batman paused, then said: "The phone next to the corridor on the second floor can call my Batcave."

"How many houses like this have you prepared in Gotham to deal with aliens like me?" Schiller asked.

"The alien I expected was not like you." Batman's tone was particularly straightforward: "Not being thrown down from a height of more than two meters, stepping on the mud of foreign fields, the way to provide yourself with a sense of security is to take off your tie and recall the process of killing, and the way to regain your sanity is to think that you are still a teacher."

Schiller walked to the sofa by the window of the second-floor reception area and sat down. He turned his head and looked out the window and said, "Please sit down. I'm starting to miss my bottle of Chenin Blanc."

When Batman came up and sat down, he held a bottle of red wine and two beautifully shaped and clear red wine glasses in his hands. When his hand armor touched the surface of the glass coffee table between the two single sofas, the force field formed by the weak electric current instantly made the thin dust on the table spread and become brand new.

Schiller stood up and pulled the curtains on Batman's side a little higher.

So, when they sat in front of the window, the sunset reflected by the river outside the window only shone on Schiller's body, and the edge of his undulating profile showed a smooth arc of gold, just like the gold woven into his suit. 坱

Batman poured wine into one of the two cups, and the other was empty in front of him. Schiller held the cup foot, put his little finger and ring finger together, gently tilted the cup to Batman's side, drank a cup with the air, and then raised his head to drink a sip of wine.

"I have been focusing on investigating serial killers since a few years ago, but at that time, I was just solving a problem, that is, if the material needs of all people in the world are met, and the communist society provides for everyone equally, then how should society and the collective deal with these born lunatics?"

"Have you got the answer?" Batman's frequency of speaking has become higher.

Schiller shook his head and said, "I am an autistic patient, and I am also a natural pervert in the eyes of psychologists. I have also received professional psychological treatment, and my psychologist insists on a point of view that natural lunatics cannot be eliminated, nor do they need to be eliminated."

"These wolves hidden in the flock of sheep cannot be distinguished until they show their claws. It is not wise to spend effort to pull them out. As long as humans have newborns, this hide-and-seek confrontation will continue forever, and it consumes the lives of ordinary people."

"We need to control them." Batman continued, "Let them understand what fear is, make them cautious, and put on invisible shackles."

Schiller nodded gently, his body straight, only his waist gently leaning on the low back of the single sofa, Batman also had the same posture, and the light and shadow floating between the curtains gently floated, and briefly fell on him. 坱

The river outside the window seemed to flow in along this light, and they were clearly looking at each other across the river, but they were more like a pair of lonely shadows.

"For a monster who is indifferent to emotions or even completely does not understand emotions, it is not easy to establish fear. After years of treatment, my psychiatrist successfully did this."

"I was ignorant and fearless, but he established a fearful image for me, so that my behavior and speech can be controlled, and then we can talk about how to know, contact, and coexist with society."

"It's hard to imagine." Batman commented.

When the picture was frozen on Batman's face, Bruce, who was sitting in the seat, slowly widened his eyes, and a sick and low voice came from next to him again.

"Don't be surprised, it's broccoli."

In an instant, countless memory fragments passed by Bruce's eyes, and then stopped in a document he had seen before. 坱

That was in the arrogant memory, he saw the "emergency restriction measures" recorded in the archives of the Ninth Management Office.

"That's not just a joke." Bruce stared at Morbid's eyes blankly and said, "Is it really a circle made of broccoli?!"

Morbid nodded very freely and said, "It's a bit funny and a bit absurd, right? They could have created a more terrifying image, even death and blood, but it was broccoli, which has no lethality, like a joke to scare children."

"Why?" Bruce asked.

Pathological shook his head slightly, with a trace of reminiscence in his eyes, and then said: "When I was taken in and received psychological treatment, I was still very young, and the most critical problem that doctor encountered was that he didn't want to abuse me, but wanted to cure me."

"If your psychology grades were a little better, you would understand how difficult this is. It's simply a fantasy. The process of domestication always requires violence. Controlling others will definitely involve a process of abuse, and building fear is even more so."

"Many factors that induce fear in human genes are related to violence. Violence is the most convenient way."

"But the doctor was quite forward-looking and believed that violence would not work and would be counterproductive. He proposed a rather idealistic plan to control a madman in a gentle and peaceful way."

"He believed that hypnosis or concept implantation could achieve the same effect."

Morbid took a deep breath and said, "In fact, he was wrong. This method has no effect. The things he simulated in my mind were easily cracked by me... I have never been afraid."

"This idea continued until one day, the treatment was still ineffective, and they were divided into two factions. The other faction believed that there was no need to waste time. To be precise, this was the idea of ​​most people."

"I saw the disappointment in the doctor's eyes. Emotionally, I couldn't understand what he wanted, but fortunately, I still had a high IQ, which made me understand that he actually just needed an ordinary child in sociology."

"The next day, the first brick of the thinking tower fell. I picked out the largest and brightest one from countless fragments and named him "Arrogant."

"Then tell him that he is an ordinary person who is allergic to broccoli."

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