Chapter 1000: Battle for the Tower (34)

Schiller tilted his head slightly, pursed his lips, and then said: "Well... there are indeed some additional clues. For example, Mrs. Das actually belongs to the Medusa clan. She has a son named Etrigan. The relationship between Belial, Mrs. Das and Etrigan should be the internal breakthrough."

"Now, the clues are really finished." Schiller looked at Batman, and Batman also looked at Schiller. After the two stared at each other for a few minutes, Schiller spoke again: "... There is one last little bit. The me under Belial is very difficult to deal with. He specializes in conspiracy and is good at hiding behind the scenes to disrupt the situation. He is also better than long-term arrangements. However, he also has weaknesses. As for what they are, you have to find them yourself."

After that, Schiller said again Looking at Batman, Batman looked at Schiller, and the two continued to stare at each other. Schiller frowned and said with some dissatisfaction: "You have to know that we are one person. I can't tell outsiders my weaknesses..." Schiller sighed and said: "Okay, just treat it as a gift for this psychological treatment. The weakness of the conspiracy is that he can't come to the stage. If you can kill Belial, he can't be the king himself. He can only find another monarch. If you kill the other monarch, he can only find the next one." "Of course, you can also try to find him a monarch like your helicopter engine. In this way, if he wants to arrange a conspiracy, he must first convince his righteous and stubborn boss that he is not Very good at persuasion. "

Schiller still stared at Batman, Batman still stared at Schiller, Schiller pressed his hand on his forehead and said: "There is really no more, you are going to avenge me, why should I lie to you?"

After that, Schiller began to pace in place, he looked down at the footprints he stepped on and said: "I don't remember if I told you that this is not a trick for children to ask for candy. You are staying here, don't you want me to write a guide for you to guide you how to defeat myself?"

"You seem to be very dissatisfied with psychotherapy. Of course, I know that you are very dissatisfied with my teaching and treatment, but what did I say to you when we first met?"

"Don't choose my class, kid! "

"You chose the class yourself. You paid attention to me out of curiosity, which caused me to bear an insoluble curse. But I still taught you conscientiously and even used my professional knowledge to give you psychological treatment... Don't look at me like that. Do you want to prescribe some medicine?"

"Although I have the right to prescribe, I must remind you that I haven't prescribed any medicine for nearly ten years. If you are not afraid of death, I will send the prescription to Wayne Manor."

"I am such a tolerant person. I can even say that I repay evil with kindness. You must understand my treatment method..."

"That's why I asked you, is your wound okay?" Batman interrupted Schiller's mumbling and looked into his eyes.

Schiller paused for a long time after pacing. He took a breath, used one foot to stabilize his center of gravity, turned around, hugged his arms, squinted his eyes, stared at Batman and said:

"Didn't you listen to me before? I said that I would be taken away by the agents and caught by General Corruption. The wounds I got were just a necessary part of my fusion."

"So you won't feel any pain?"

Schiller was stunned again, or it would be more accurate to say that he was frozen. He pursed his lips, looked at Batman and asked, "What did you say?"

"You feel pain, don't you?" Batman also looked into his eyes and said.

Schiller showed a very ridiculous smile, he lowered his head, blinked, and said as if he was sighing, "Why don't you just ask me, 'Will you bleed?'"

Schiller raised his upper lip, showing his teeth, staring into Batman's eyes and said, "You know, I don't buy this. I have no morals and will not be questioned by my conscience. The question of 'being a god or a man' is meaningless to me. You didn't find a good knife."

"This is not a knife." Batman took a deep breath, looked into Schiller's eyes and said, "I just want to know if you are in pain now, and how the wound is healing."

Schiller stared straight at Batman and slowly uttered a word: "Get out."

After that, he turned and walked towards the castle, and Batman actually followed him, but Schiller ignored him completely.

Schiller returned to the end of the long table in the front hall and sat down, dumped the cold food on the plate, and used his eyes to command the demon behind him, asking General Rot Heart to provide him with some new help.

Batman walked to the right side of the table and sat down in the first seat on the right side. Schiller paused with his fork in his hand, but continued to focus on the food on the plate.

"You are feeling nervous." Batman said in a deep voice: "Unnatural facial expression, slight tremors in the limbs, muscle tension and twitching, increased heart rate, and excessive breathing rate..."

"If I could see these words on your test paper, I would be happier." Schiller said calmly, he put a piece of meat cut into a perfect square into his mouth and began to chew.

"Your chewing frequency has changed." Batman stared at Schiller's movements, and he asked: "Your anxiety disorder has occurred, why?"

"When I was with you, my anxiety often broke out. If I was correcting your thesis in Arkham Hospital, Brand would be surprised why the anxiety-reducing drugs disappeared overnight."

"You talk more too." Batman said, "My heart rate is faster, my nerves are excited, and my blood flow is faster."

After that, he glanced at Schiller's movements and said, "Dry mouth and loss of appetite follow. Now, the volume of food on your plate is two-thirds smaller than before. If you don't want to eat, you don't have to cut it repeatedly."

With a "clang", Schiller's blade engraved on the surface of the plate. He sighed and put down the cutlery in his hand. Although his fingers were shaking, he wiped his mouth with a napkin.

Schiller turned his head to look at Batman and said, "I said before that you are not suitable to be a psychiatrist."

As he spoke, he stood up and walked to Batman's side.

The next second, Batman tilted his head, and a sharp knife was inserted less than one centimeter away from his neck. Schiller let go of his hand, looked down at Batman, and said, "I have said it before, you should fix your patient before starting treatment."

Schiller straightened his body, took a deep breath, and slowly walked back to his seat and sat down. He grabbed the back of the chair, moved the chair forward, took a new knife from the devil's hand, and then looked at Batman's neck and said:

"You should understand that the knife the agent gave me was completely within my plan. Guilt is your emotion, but it is my weapon, but in fact, this knife is not aimed at you. Constantine is my target."

"So, you don't have to feel guilty about this, and don't try to pay more attention to me. I have already experienced the power of your attention."

Schiller seemed to relax, and the symptoms of anxiety attack just now disappeared completely. He kept eating the food on the plate. Batman stretched out his right hand and pulled out the knife on the left.

"Why don't you believe that I really care about you?" Batman threw the knife on the table, making a "clang" sound. Schiller's hand stopped immediately, but soon he returned to normal. Batman looked at him and said, "...Improved alertness?"

"You have autism and your own emotions are weak, but you can become a psychologist, which means that you can still perceive other people's emotions. This is why you just had an anxiety attack."

"Your logic tells you that I can't care about you, but in fact you noticed my concern, right?" Batman shook his head and said, "This drastic contrast even makes you have an allergic reaction like broccoli..."

"You Think too much. "Schika replied without changing the color. The two were silent. After a few minutes, Batman suddenly asked:" My concern and West Blue Flower, which one are you even more? " ! "Batman took a deep breath, breathed for a while, and he was shocked, and then said slowly:" You actually think that my concern is more terrible than Western blue flower? He and invited him to find the whereabouts of the Evil Mantra together with Constantin, and when he learned that Zatana had the ability to travel with a soul, he agreed to Zhadana's request. Next, they went through a series of ups and downs in Schiller's thinking tower room, and finally came up with an answer that made them laugh and cry - Schiller was afraid of broccoli.

At that time, none of the three took this answer seriously. Batman even thought that this might be a joke that Schiller had arranged long ago to make them look bad, just like the madman often did.

But what happened next was even more beyond his expectations. Schiller was really afraid of broccoli.

A world-class psychology expert, a famous detective, a crime mentor, a madman who can thrive in a city like Gotham and even lead the trend, such a person, who appears in various literary and artistic works, should have a deeper and special weakness.

For example, childhood trauma, emotional injury, scars left by an unknown crime story...

But in any case, it should not be a very common vegetable - broccoli.

But Schiller is really afraid of broccoli.

After confirming this fact, Batman really felt a sense of both laughter and tears. Reality is often more absurd than fiction, because reality does not need to be logical.

If he wanted to target Schiller's weakness, he would not have to pay the huge price that Batman had imagined before. The cost of making a bat cape could buy a mountain of broccoli.

Batman originally thought that this was outrageous, but just now, Schiller's instinctive reaction told him that the reality was even more outrageous than he thought.

Compared with broccoli, Schiller was more afraid of Batman's concern.

In other words, Batman didn't even need to prepare a mountain of broccoli, just a mouth.

When he realized this problem, Batman's first reaction also made him feel dizzy.

The answer to this question, which he had been eager to know, was so simple that it was a little ridiculous.

But what was even more ridiculous was that he resisted using this answer.

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