Chapter 468 Is Schiller Sick? (Part 2)

"Uh, hello? Is this Arkham Hospital? Yes, Brand, it's me, Victor. We met at the dinner party."

"Have you seen Schiller recently? ... Oh, really? Well, I'm a little worried about his recent mental state. Do you want to ask him to come over?"

"Performance? It's hard for me to say..."

In the office of Gotham University, Victor put one hand on his waist and held the phone in the other hand, saying to the other end: "Do you know how terrible it is? He can even finish his meal in 15 minutes, and he actually started eating broccoli!"

"Remember the dinner party we had at the Wayne Hotel? He specifically found He went to the kitchen and shot the broccoli! Before that, he had always told me that he couldn't use a gun..."

Victor changed the phone in his hand. The hand holding the phone gradually became younger, and the phone turned from blue to black. Bruce said to the other end of the phone:

"Yes, Dr. Brand, the situation is quite serious. He knew that the class would start at 10 o'clock, but he didn't go out until 9:30."

"And he didn't take any other teacher's class because he missed a class. He didn't mention it all day, didn't leave more homework, and didn't say he would go tomorrow. Exam..."

"After being late because of the traffic jam in Gotham, he didn't even bother the mayor. I think you have to get him treated quickly, otherwise I can't imagine what else he will do..."

"Dr. Brand, I found your number in the phone directory. I hope you don't mind my interruption. I am Mr. Rodriguez's housekeeper, Merkel."

Merkel stood next to the telephone desk and said in a low voice: "Can you come over tomorrow? ...Oh, really? Do you really not provide family treatment services?"

"Yes, I understand. A whole city of mental illness treatment The pressure of the hospital is all on you, so you will be very busy..."

"Yes, I hope you can ask Mr. Schiller to come over. Although it is a bit offensive for a housekeeper to say such a thing, his state is indeed a bit..."

"Yes, more than that, he didn't even frown once all day today, I think this is really a bit dangerous."

"Okay, I look forward to seeing your invitation in the mailbox tomorrow. Thank you very much, Mr. Brand."

The next morning, Schiller got up early again. He stood by the window and stretched and yawned. After washing up in the lavatory, he went downstairs.

This time, Merkel got up earlier than him. When he saw Schiller coming down, he stretched out his hand and said hello, "Good morning, sir, breakfast is ready."

Schiller nodded, then walked towards the dining table. When he sat down to eat, he found that Merkel had been standing by the door, looking at the scene outside the window.

"Why are you standing there? Aren't you going to eat?"

"Thank you, sir, but I've already eaten."

After Merkel finished speaking, he turned his head and looked out the window. Schiller didn't understand what was wrong with him, but he shook his head and didn't continue to ask. Instead, he lowered his head and started eating.

After a while, the sound of a bicycle bell came. Merkel opened the door directly and strode out. The newsboy waved to him and handed him the prepared bread.

The newsboy first took out a newspaper from his arms. After Merkel took it, the newsboy took out a letter and said, "This is an expedited letter, but the delivery fee has been paid by the other party."

"You know what? You are more dedicated than a professional postman. I thought it wouldn't arrive this morning." Merkel praised.

The newsboy sneered and said disdainfully: "A postman? A postman can't survive more than two days in Gotham!"

"I know all the small roads from the South District to the West District. It doesn't even take an hour to get here, which is faster than those gentlemen who drive."

Merkel gave him a thumbs up, then took out a few coins and handed them to Bao Tong, saying: "Thank you."

"Oh, wait, I can't take this." The newsboy suddenly handed the money back. Merkel looked at him in surprise. The newsboy shrugged and said:

"It's different now than before."

"You know that Cobert in the North District? The Falconet family asked him to take over the management of all the children in Gotham. He A very powerful set of rules has been formulated. "

"I can't explain the details to you, but we don't allow illegal tipping now. If someone reports it, I will lose my job."

"I don't want to lose such a lucrative job. I finally got all the work in the West District. Since Cobblepot got rid of those annoying parents, all the money I earn is mine. If they don't take me to work, it will be bad."

Seeing that Merkel stopped there and didn't take it, the newsboy threw the coins back directly. When Merkel caught the coins, he only saw his back gradually going away. He shook his head and returned to the manor.

When the letter was delivered to Schiller, Schiller had just finished his meal. He looked up at Merkel, and Merkel smiled at him.

Schiller picked up the envelope, opened it and found that it was a letter from Brand. He thought about it for a while and then said, "I have a class this afternoon, so I'll go there tonight?"

"Okay, I'll call Mr. Brand back later."

"Wait, why didn't he just call me to invite me over?"

"Because this is a formal invitation, formal invitations require writing invitations. If it's a private party, you can just call directly."

"Then I'll call him later."

Merkel rubbed his palms in embarrassment and said, "Sir, it's better for me to go, because the person who answers the phone may not be Mr. Brand."

"Then can I ask that person to find Brand?"

"Then I can call first, and after finding Mr. Brand on the other side, I'll let you answer the phone..."

Schiller covered his forehead helplessly and stopped arguing. When he finished his meal and rushed to school, it was already afternoon.

In class, Schiller first explained the reason for his lateness. He thought some students would complain, but unexpectedly, everyone expressed their understanding, and almost praised "good lateness, wonderful lateness".

Before class, like many university teachers, Schiller planned to chat with students about daily topics, relax the atmosphere, and get closer. As a result, everyone sat there trembling, and no one responded to him.

When he started the lecture, when it came to the interactive session, he started to let the group discuss, and the students looked at him blankly.

Schiller was stunned for a moment, and then thought, it is 1988 now, it should not be the modern classroom model, and he remembered that DC Schiller's teaching model is completely rote, and forced students to memorize until they are familiar with it.

Schiller looked down and flipped through his teaching materials. He realized that he was not teaching at Harvard or other Ivy League schools. The quality of students here is far from flexible learning. Rote memorization is more suitable for them.

After class, Schiller was not in a good mood. On the one hand, the classroom feedback was not good enough. Schiller was not used to this one-sided knowledge output mode. On the other hand, he felt that the people in Gotham were a little weird.

For some reason, the attitude of his acquaintances towards him was a little special. It was the kind of fear with a little worry, worry with a little anxiety, and a little sympathy outside of worry.

While thinking about this, Schiller packed up his things, left Gotham University, and drove to Arkham Psychiatric Hospital.

In fact, he had no idea what Brand suddenly called him over for, but he felt that chatting with a colleague should help release his emotional pressure.

When they arrived at Arkham Hospital, Brand was already waiting for him at the door. They shook hands and hugged each other. Brand said, "It's been a while since we last met. How are you doing?"

"Not bad." Schiller gave an ambiguous answer. Then, as if he remembered something, he suddenly asked, "By the way, how is Hugo Strange?"

"Oh, him. Last time I found him fainted in the clinic, I carried him to the ward. After he woke up, he became a little crazy. He kept muttering about monsters and impossible things, and he also attacked the nurses."

"Then how did you deal with it?"

"What else can you do? He obviously has mental problems. He may have become ill due to long-term medical treatment. He is receiving treatment. We gave him medicine and some soothing therapy, but the effect is not very obvious."

The two walked in while talking. When they arrived at Brand's clinic, Brand changed the subject and said, "No, Now that we have talked about him, let's talk about you. How are you doing recently? I think you don't look very good. "

Schiller touched his face and said, "Really? Maybe I haven't slept well recently."

"It's like this. Victor called me and said that you seem to be under some pressure recently. Do you want to do a mental self-test?"

Schiller hesitated for a moment, but still said, "Okay."

Brand took out a document from the drawer. Schiller picked up a pen and started to do the questions. After finishing, he handed it to Brand. The more Brand looked at it, the tighter his brows frowned. He shook his head and said, "Did you encounter anything recently?"

"Nothing, right? If I have to say, something did happen when I went to the Metropolis. By the way, I haven't told you about my experience in the Metropolis yet. It's quite exciting..."

"When I first arrived there, a homicide occurred, and then the agents blocked the entire manor, and then..."

"Wait, agent? ?" Brand suddenly frowned.

He stood up and walked to the door. After opening the door, he looked around the corridor, then came to the window and closed all the curtains. Finally, he sat back at the table and looked at Schiller with concern:

"Did those people come after you again?"

Before Schiller could answer, Brand sighed deeply and said, "I told you at the beginning that it was dangerous for you to choose this path. Is it okay now?"

"Besides, you hid in Gotham, but you actually ran out and fell into the trap. Did the agents find out your identity? You shouldn't be exposed by them, right?"

Schiller slowly widened his eyes. Brand looked at his expression and said with some regret:

"When you were in school, you read Marx. I didn't want to stop you. Everyone has the freedom to pursue their own beliefs."

"After graduation, you said you wanted to go to Berlin, and I didn't say anything. Everyone has the freedom to choose their own path."

"After work, you stayed in Moscow for a while. I didn't want to say anything. Although we have different beliefs, friends should tolerate each other."

"But what I can't understand the most is that you have joined Kremlin. KGB, and you regret it again! "

"If you don't want to complete the mission at all, why did you accept it? ? ? "

Brand seemed to have been holding back these words for a long time, and his tone contained anger:

"At the beginning, you came to Gotham for refuge because you were suspected by the KGB because of the disconnection with Moscow. As a result, now you take the initiative to leave Gotham and go to Metropolis to participate in another mess? ! "

"Schiller, I really don't know what you think. You jump back and forth between so many forces. Are you really afraid that you can't die?"

Schiller, who was sitting on the chair, swallowed his saliva. At this time, he and DC Schiller in the Hall of Thought asked at the same time in confusion:

"He... am I sick?"

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