Chapter 1375 The Call of the Stars (I)

Rocket Raccoon followed Schiller into the office of the director of Arkham Sanatorium. He looked up and looked around, as if he was looking at Schiller's taste in decorating the room.

This is a fairly large integrated space. After entering the door, you can see the large light-colored birch floor-to-ceiling windows in the reception area. The sofa near the window is a warm light brown, with some characteristics of modernist furniture. On the other side is a black desk and a row of bookshelves behind the desk, which instead shows some British retro style.

A little weird and a little messy, Rocket Raccoon thought, but there is no doubt that it is very tasteful and comfortable.

But that desk is a bit out of place - not in style, but a little messy on the desk, with various pens and notebooks piled together, as if they had just been turned out of a dusty warehouse.

As soon as Rocket Raccoon jumped onto the table, he was tripped by two pens. He gritted his teeth, sighed, looked at Schiller and said, "You are really messy. As a doctor, can't you keep your office basically clean?"

"It's very clean here, at least before you came." Schiller glanced at the raccoon, and then at a piece of animal hair that had just fallen on the reflective table. Rocket Raccoon followed his line of sight, stretched out his paw to scratch his ear and said, "You are right. I'm a little anxious recently, so it's inevitable that I lose hair. Do you have any good pet shower gel?"

"You are used to using such self-deprecating jokes to ease the atmosphere." Schiller put the two He put away the pen, opened the drawer and threw it in, and sorted out the books piled on one side of the table, and said: "This is not a good habit. You think your self-esteem is not reflected in these aspects, and you think you don't care. But in the long run, you will become less and less sensitive to words that hurt yourself."

"What else can I do?" Rocket Raccoon spread his paws, sat on the table, and said: "As you can see, I'm just a hairless raccoon."

"You are too negative, but this may be related to your experience of wandering in the interstellar for many years. All the lives you meet are too different from you. You can hardly find people of the same kind, and you are used to being kicked in the crowd. Go."

Schiller took out another ballpoint pen and began to write and draw on the medical record, saying: "Your current attitude shows that you still have some spare energy, and when this spare energy is exhausted, you will become extremely aggressive, no longer accepting any teasing from anyone, and become hot-tempered and irritable. "

"Then, certain words related to you will become taboos for you, such as animals or raccoons. As soon as you hear this word, you want to go crazy and cannot suppress your inner anger. This is the most typical stress response of intelligent life after suffering mental abuse. "

Rocket Raccoon opened his mouth, and Schiller said before that: " But this is not your problem. You were remade out of thin air. You have not received any socialization education and you cannot find people to imitate. You have been trying to integrate into society but you have not been able to do so. This has frustrated you and you have even begun to doubt yourself. "

"Because I saved your life and was very friendly to you, you still hold on to hope and even lower your self-esteem to joke with me and please me, hoping that I will not kick you out like others. I will not do that, but your behavior is not the right thing to do. "

Rocket Raccoon sat on the table, propping up his cheek with his paw. He shook his beard and looked at Schiller's eyes intently.

"Behavior is more like mathematics. Compared with the analysis of emotions in psychology, which requires empathy, behavior requires more empathy. The behavior of intelligent life is a bit like mathematics. There is only one answer to the cause, performance and the result. If it is wrong, it is wrong. There is no room for modification. "

Rocket Raccoon suddenly became a little at a loss, but he didn't even know why he suddenly became embarrassed.

"Since you can remember, no one has ever talked to you so rationally like me. There is no surprise that you are a talking raccoon, no curiosity about your bizarre life experience, no contempt for animals, and I will even tell you some professional knowledge that not so smart people can't understand."

"You don't know how to deal with this kind of situation. If you were a human, I would judge that you are not good at socializing, but you are not a humanoid creature. You don't have your own society, so it is normal to have no social skills."

Rocket Raccoon clenched his paws, smacked his lips, lowered his head and said: "What do you want to say? "

"What I mean is that most of your pain now comes from your desire to integrate into the society of other races, but you always feel out of tune. You first hate their indifference, then despise your own race and identity, and then begin to deny your own personality and the meaning of your existence. This is a common symptom of "outsider". "

"But the correct way to deal with it is that you have to find your own companions first, learn how to behave from them, build your own society, and then practice social skills that suit you in it. "

"Companions?" Rocket Raccoon read the word in his mouth, he looked up at Schiller, and said hopefully: "Are you talking about yourself?"

"I am not your kind, and I will never be." Schiller shook his head and said, looking at the disappointment in the raccoon's eyes, he was unmoved, and said: "During treatment, patients often pay too much attention to psychologists, hoping that psychologists can understand them, care about them, and treat psychologists as their kind."

"But in fact, psychologists are not anyone's kind. We just calmly find out the problems, analyze the problems, and provide you with solutions. This is not because I like patients, but it is my duty."

"If you mistake this behavior for a unique love and think that you can get it from me, If you can't find recognition in others, you are doomed to be disappointed. "

Rocket Raccoon lowered his head, his ears twitched, and said in a slightly contemptuous tone: "How heartless, doctor."

"But you haven't listened to my advice yet."

"Isn't that a suggestion? Is it the nonsense you said about finding a similar person to establish a society?"

"Of course not, but don't take it as nonsense. I know it sounds a bit boring and like a great truth, but if you can be more patient and listen to the prelude, from my personal feelings, I will like you a little more." Schiller reached out and touched Rocket Raccoon's head.

"So what's your suggestion?" Rocket Raccoon's voice sounded hopeless. He shook his head vigorously, flicked his ears and said, "From the prelude, it doesn't sound like a good song. I don't think I will like it."

"You should find an animal as intelligent as you as your partner. Only then can they truly understand you."

"That's easy to say." Rocket Raccoon complained. He muttered with resentment: "Are you intelligent animals? Oh, yes, you are too intelligent. Compared with this nonsense, the prelude just now is considered beautiful."

Just then, the door was knocked. Rocket Raccoon seemed a little alert. He looked at Schiller and stood up, and shouted at his back: "It's obviously our private time. You just acted very professionally. Why can't you do it now?"

Schiller opened the door and made a gesture to him to keep quiet. After opening the door, there was no one outside.

Rocket Raccoon widened his eyes in surprise and saw Schiller bend down and pick up something from the ground. When Schiller turned around, Rocket Raccoon only saw a yellow lightning tail.

"Long time no see, Pikachu, what's wrong? Those Spider-Men dazzled you and made you forget your old friend?"

Schiller carried Pikachu back to his seat. Pikachu shook his tail, shrugged his nose, and said in a deliberately funny voice: "Wow, don't mention it. A dozen Spider-Men broke my four game consoles in a month. I have never seen so many fancy ways to die in games in my life!"

"I guess my little clinic has been destroyed and rebuilt several times, right?" Schiller rubbed Pikachu's cheek with both hands and said: "Before, Peter liked to pinch the handle after making a mistake in playing games there, and the fragments were broken everywhere. I don't know how many Spider-Men like him don't know how much strength they have."

"That's right! But I promise, it's very presentable now. When will you go back there to cook? I want to eat scrambled eggs."

"Do you miss me or scrambled eggs?" Schiller rolled his eyes and said.

"Can I understand that you are jealous of the scrambled eggs?"

The two of them were arguing with each other, and Rocket Raccoon, who was standing on the table, was completely stunned. He stared at Pikachu's rich facial expressions, exaggerated body movements and rhythmic intonation that seemed to be singing rap.

"Oh, my God, why is there a raccoon here?" Pikachu only saw Rocket Raccoon standing on the table. He looked him up and down and said, "This guy looks so bad that I thought he was just made into a specimen a few hours ago."

What did you say? !" Rocket Raccoon raised his voice and said, "Look at your bright and dazzling fur and those two cumbersome long ears. I dare say that if you squat in the children's toy area of ​​the supermarket, you will be bought home by those screaming little monsters to wipe your saliva in less than two minutes! "

Pikachu jumped directly from Schiller's arms onto the table, walked to Rocket Raccoon with his short legs, turned around at lightning speed, and whipped Rocket Raccoon's nose with his lightning-shaped tail.

"Ah! ! ! ! Damn it, you're done! ! ! !"

"Let's see who's done!"

"Bang! Bang Bang!"

"Sizzle——! "

Looking at the two small figures jumping up and down in his office, sweeping many decorations piled on the table to the ground, Schiller was not angry, but sat behind the desk, as if waiting for something.

Suddenly, the door was knocked again. Schiller raised his voice and said "Come in". Gwen Spider-Man pushed the door open and walked in. As soon as she came in, she was stunned by the scene inside the door.

But there was another small red and blue figure in her arms. Spider-Ham was a pig bitten by a spider. When the famous superhero in the animal world saw someone fighting in the room, he yelled: "Stop it!"

Seeing that Rocket Raccoon and the yellow mouse had no intention of stopping, Spider-Ham snorted coldly, fired spider silk to stick to the top of the table, kicked Rocket Raccoon who was about to pounce on him, and then punched Pikachu on the cheek, knocking him to the French window.

After Rocket Raccoon and Pikachu got up from the ground, they shook their heads in a daze. The three little animals looked at each other with surprise and were all stunned.

"Okay, everyone." Schiller walked out of the desk and reached out to pick up the pen that was knocked to the ground because of Pikachu and Rocket Raccoon's fight.

He squatted down and looked at the three little guys and said, "Although I don't have obsessive-compulsive disorder, if I condone some people to rudely destroy my house, it must be because he is valuable. Do you think you are valuable?"

The three little animals swallowed their saliva together. Then they nodded vigorously with a force that was willing to break their cervical vertebrae.

Schiller, looking down at them, smiled with satisfaction and said, "Now, let's talk about what you can do for me."

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