Chapter 431: Mystery in the Metropolis (XVII)

"Oh, yes, I saw that you used a chapter to focus on this issue in your latest paper, but I think you are mainly concerned with philosophy and ethics..." Lionel clasped his hands together and smiled. He said, "This is a bit difficult to understand for ordinary people like me who are not well-educated. You know, businessmen like us with low education still like to focus on more practical issues..." Lionel showed a bit of embarrassment again, looking like he wanted to ask but didn't dare to. Schiller understood and said, "It's okay, Mr. Lionel, I came here to answer your questions, right?" Lionel put his hands under the table, He chuckled twice, and then said: "You are really approachable, much easier to talk to than many experts I have met."

At this time, a waiter came in, Schiller turned his head to look at him, and Lionel explained: "Sorry, I asked him to come over."

As he said, the waiter took two wine glasses and a bottle of wine from the cart behind him. Lionel explained: "Originally, I planned to share this bottle of classic cellar with the mayor, but who knew..."

"But it doesn't matter, Mr. Schiller, can I call you that? It's my honor to drink with a scholar like you."

The beautiful wine was like a gem solidified in the cup. Seeing Schiller's skillful action of holding the cup, Lionel's smile deepened.

Then, he took out a box of cigars from the handbag beside him, asked the waiter to cut it, and then lit it for Schiller. Schiller took a puff of the cigar and exhaled thick smoke. He leaned back in his chair with some relaxation, but Lionel still leaned forward and chatted with Schiller about some common sense issues related to psychology.

As the atmosphere of the chat became more and more heated, the topic returned to the previous question. Lionel asked: "I have said before that I have no intention of questioning your academic level, but replacing one person's personality with another person's body... This sounds like a fantasy."

"Putting aside the philosophy and ethics that make me headache, I am only curious about a question that ordinary people would be curious about. How is this done?"

"Mr. Lionel, I know you are very curious about this, but I also want to ask you a question." Schiller glanced at the burning butt of the cigar and said, "I heard that you started from scratch and built the huge Luther business empire. How did you do it?"

"This..." Lionel opened his mouth. He didn't know how to answer this question. He didn't know if Schiller would answer his question with the same attitude if he answered this question with that perfunctory and polite rhetoric.

"This is the question that laymen have when they look at experts. When a person achieves great success in certain areas, many people who don't know much about this area like to ask a question, which is 'How did you do it?'"

"They are eager to get a specific and implementable method from you, but in fact only experts understand that there is no standard answer to this question. In most cases, even if you answer it seriously, you can only give a perfunctory answer."

"For example, through hard work, a little inspiration, and a little luck, you just wanted to answer me like this, right, Mr. Lionel?"

Lionel's expression stiffened for a moment, but soon, his face was full of smiles again. He said: "Indeed, many people want to get the secret of success from me, but where is the secret? People all over the world know how to do business, but there are very few people who can really become rich."

"Of course, I also understand that laymen regard psychology as mysterious and always think that we can read minds. , just look at them and you can tell what they are thinking, but that is not the case. ”

“This is also a subject that requires learning a lot of theoretical knowledge, and then constantly learning from experience and lessons in practice, and achieving success through systematic and scientific training. ”

“As for your previous question, whether it is possible to change a person's personality into another person's body, I can clearly say that it can be done, but if you really want to hear the principle, I am afraid you have to start from scratch. ”

Lionel's face was still smiling, and he said: "Look at me, I am so fascinated by chatting with you that I almost forgot about today's business, Lex's matter..."

“Psychotherapy is a long process. I can't turn him into a normal person who is good at socializing overnight. As for how to treat him, I need to give him a basic examination first. ”

“Mr. Lionel, to be honest, I have seen that you are eager to get results. ” Schiller took another puff of the cigar, and as he spoke, the smoke gradually spread.

"Just like everything in this world, as long as you are willing to pay enough, there is always a faster way..."

Lionel understood and picked up the wine glass, clinked the glass with Schiller, and then said: "This is the best news I have heard in these years."

After a while, the red-haired boy Lex was brought back to the reception room. He sat opposite Schiller. Lionel, who was standing next to him, took the initiative to ask: "Uh... should I go out first?"

"No, no."

Schiller's answer was beyond Lionel's expectations. He was stunned for a moment, and then explained as if he suddenly realized it: "I thought others needed to stay away."

"This is just a simple examination, not a formal treatment, so you can wait by the side."

So, Schiller sat opposite Lex and gave him a preliminary examination. The examination process was very simple, basically asking some of the simplest questions, such as name, height, weight, age, etc., as well as simple single-digit addition and subtraction and graphic description.

Lionel sat by and watched, Lex held his knees with both hands, and answered Schiller's questions in a somewhat rigid manner, without asking why or making any extra 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 the previous diagnosis was autism?"

The smile on Lionel's face faded a little, he seemed a little hesitant, turned his head and looked at Lex for several times, then said, "Yes, the previous doctors told me so..."

Schiller frowned and remained silent. The atmosphere in the room solidified, but after a few seconds, Schiller said to himself, "Probably atypical autism."

"What's going on? Professor, did the previous doctor misdiagnose?"

"No, it doesn't count." Schiller wrote and drew on the paper, then said, "I don't know if the previous doctor explained to you that the autism spectrum is divided into many categories. The common autism with communication disorders 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 what Schiller was about to say. He glanced at Lex and said, "Is he autistic? Could it be..."

Schiller looked at him strangely, and then asked with a little doubt: "Mr. Lionel, why do you seem a little..."

At this time, Lionel realized that he had lost his composure. He was about to adjust his expression, and Schiller said in a tone of sudden enlightenment: "Oh, I know..."

Lionel's fingertips trembled, and Lex's somewhat numb expression also changed slightly. At this time, Schiller suddenly said:

"I have seen many such parents who think their children are not sick. They don't trust doctors, teachers, or even their own relatives."

"They think the diagnosis is just nonsense. In their eyes, their children are no different from others."

Schiller came over and patted Lionel on the shoulder and said, "I can understand this feeling. No father wants his child to be sick. "

"But, Mr. Lionel, escaping is not a solution. My diagnosis may be slightly different from that of the previous doctors, but there is no doubt that your son Lex Luthor is somewhat different from ordinary people in terms of mental state."

"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 eased a little. He sighed, wiped the corner of his eyes with his fingers, and then made a sad expression and said, "Indeed, I also hope that Lex is like a normal child, even if he is a playboy like Little Wayne?"

Schiller saw that when he heard the name Wayne, Lex's numb expression changed a little.

Concentrating his gaze, Schiller nodded to Lionel and said, "Don't worry, Mr. Luthor, 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 transfer a person's personality to another person's body. Autism does require long-term treatment, but..."

Schiller smiled and looked into Lionel's eyes and said, "Just as I said before, there will always be a faster way, right?"

Schiller saw a hint of sinisterness flash across Lionel's eyes, but soon returned to a smile.

Just then, a series of noises suddenly came from outside the corridor, as if someone was running over in a hurry. Schiller and Lionel turned their heads at the same time, but Lex seemed to have not heard it and still sat there numbly.

With a "bang", the door was pushed open by a waiter. Lionel frowned and said, "What's the matter? What are you going to do?"

"Mr. Luther! You'd better go down quickly! Officer Benjamin, please go down quickly!"

"What's wrong? Why are you so flustered?" Lionel was a little dissatisfied. He frowned and scolded the waiter.

"Someone died! ... Someone died again! "

Schiller also frowned, and Lionel stepped forward and asked, "Who died?"

"I... I don't know, but I heard that it seemed to be an agricultural product dealer, named... called..."

The waiter hesitated for a long time and couldn't explain clearly. Lionel waved his hand impatiently and said, "Take Lex back to the room, we will go downstairs to take a look."

He walked forward with Schiller and said, "Agricultural product distributor? It could be Old Parker, he is the largest agricultural product distributor on the East Coast, so he was invited to this dinner..."

Lionel frowned deeply and said, "Damn it, Mayor White's death has not been investigated, how come another person died? Is there any curse on this damn manor?"

After Schiller and Lionel came downstairs, they saw a body lying in the middle of the banquet hall. Lionel walked up and talked to Benjamin. After Schiller went down the stairs, he stood at the stairs and had no intention of going forward.

Benjamin tilted his head to look at Schiller, and soon, he walked over, looked into Schiller's eyes and said, "I heard that you have participated in the detection of many famous murders."

"Yes, are you going to hire me?"

Benjamin frowned deeply, but before he could answer, Schiller turned around and said, "But I don't plan to accept it. I'm going back to sleep."

"Wait!" Benjamin stopped Schiller who was about to go 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 Metropolitan. Don't you often participate in such cases?"

Schiller paused on the stairs, then turned around, looked at Benjamin and said, "You misunderstood. I only participate in university defenses, not kindergarten performances."

Benjamin kept staring at Schiller, and Schiller turned back and walked up the stairs holding the handrail, leaving the last sentence:

"If the serial killers in your Metropolitan are only at this level, my defense suggestion is-delay graduation."

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