Chapter 1806: Summer in Fool Village (20)

Talia's eyes followed Schiller's face closely, and she made the request without any hesitation. This was indeed her most urgent problem.

Someone had knocked her out with drugs, which proved that the drug resistance training she had undergone was not effective for such drugs, which proved that this was a completely unfamiliar and powerful drug. If she could not fully understand the properties of the drug, Talia would not be able to judge when the drug effect would pass.

Walking in Gotham with hallucinations caused by drugs was tantamount to seeking death. Talia had to find a way to figure out whether she would have hallucinations again and what kind of hallucinations she would have.

Schiller was not a good candidate for help, but Talia had no more choices. Instead, she thought she could use this to test whether Schiller was in the same group with Bruce.

Talia was 80% sure that she had hallucinations, and if this was a trap set by the teacher and student, Schiller would definitely conceal it for Bruce, so that they could work together to paralyze Talia, and then use drugs to continuously erode and manipulate her.

This would be a real decisive battle, Talia thought, she could not let her guard down, she could only win.

"Excuse me, miss, some of your panic states may be related to taking an overdose of drugs, but if you want to find out the source of similar symptoms, I'm afraid you can only go to the hospital for a blood test."

Schiller had walked back to the table where he was reading without knowing when, sat on a chair with his hands on the table, looked at Talia and said: "The psychiatrist can only analyze your mental state. I can't get any accurate test results from your description."

"What I need is analysis." Talia turned sideways and looked at Schiller and said: "You will help me, right?"

"Then tell me about the hallucinations you saw first."

Talia opened her mouth. She thought it was ridiculous because she was not sure that the 20% of the hallucinations she saw came from the man in front of her.

She regarded him as a monster in human skin, but she could not firmly believe that this was the persecution delusion caused by the panic effect of drugs. Is he? Is he not?

Talia actually did not believe Schiller's analysis. She made the request just to spy. She always believed in her own judgment. To judge whether she saw hallucinations in Schiller, she had to understand what kind of person Schiller was.

Is there really a gorgeous and dangerous feathered serpent hidden under this perfect human skin?

Talia's aggressive and probing gaze can usually uncover the disguises of most people, but when it falls on Schiller, it doesn't even leave a trace on that perfect shell.

And now she decided to lift a corner of his skin - this would be quite dangerous, but Talia is always fascinated by danger.

"I saw you." Talia's eyes followed Schiller closely. She leaned forward, folded her forearms and supported her knees, making an exploratory gesture, and said: "I saw you turned into a feathered serpent with bright feathers, you spread your wings, and there are sharp fangs in your mouth, and I was frightened by your gaze, and my whole body was stiff and unable to move."

Schiller seemed to show some interest in this topic. He fiddled with the pen in his hand and said: "People always think that the hallucinations they see are groundless, and they are chaotic fantasies woven by the brain when it is confused, but in psychology, hallucinations are often It reflects the needs of people's subconsciousness. It is usually not really understood by the religious culture, but to bring some religious rules into itself. Fortunately, the existence of an anchor in the wave of influxation, so what roles do you need to bring them into a religious role? " "Is it a lot of gods in my dream?" "I have killed a lot of God." Not a sacrifice, I can't stand in front of the altar and judge you guilty. "

"Yes, because you are the evil god standing behind the altar waiting for sacrifices."

"That's just your illusion, Miss Talia, and we are just going to talk about why you have such an illusion. When have you ever seen similar images?"

Talia was silent. Obviously she thought of a past, but she was not sure whether to tell Schiller. After a while, she said: "When I was thirteen years old, I was sent to Central America to perform a mission. The image of Quetzalcoatl was frequently used in the decoration of ancient cities. "

"I was too young at that time, and the mission was not smooth. Perhaps my father wanted to train me and found a strong enough opponent for me. I escaped with serious injuries and heard the whispers of the Mayans when I was lying on the cold floor of the tomb."

"That made you associate Quetzalcoatl with death." Schiller stood up from the chair again. He walked to the table, put the pen flat on the table, looked at Talia and said, "Answer me, Talia, what are the Mayans saying?"

Talia was in a trance for a moment, and the long-forgotten memory surged up again. Her lips opened and closed, but no sound came out.

"Don't you understand?" Schiller asked, and then he said: "Then what do you think they are saying to you?"

"They asked me to lie on the altar."

"Then what do you think?"

"I feel incredible."

"Not fear, not panic, but shock, why?"

"Before the mission began, I heard the myth of Quetzalcoatl from a local tour guide. He... is not like an evil god. He does not accept any living sacrifices."

"So you are surprised by this. Are you surprised that Quetzalcoatl is different from the myth?"

Talia bit her lips tightly, and she said in a daze: "I am surprised that I was chosen."

Then Talia was silent for a long time. When she came to her senses, Schiller was standing on the side of the single sofa, with his hand on the back of the chair and turned his head to look at the window.

When Talia came back to her senses, Schiller turned around and said, "You are not surprised that Quetzalcoatl chose you, you are surprised that only Quetzalcoatl chose you, and you realized that you were abandoned by your father."

"I have never been as close to death as I was that day." Talia's tone sank, and she said, "And I realized that this is not a trial. He will not come to save me when I fail the exam. If I die, I die. He does not need a weak daughter."

"Is that the first time you realized this?"

"Maybe." Talia tilted her head slightly and said, "People always have to have a moment to realize that their childhood is over, and others either don't want or can't be responsible for your stupid choices, and then you have to be strong and save your life until everyone in the world dies and you won't die."

Schiller stood behind Talia. Talia could feel his hand on the chair, but she couldn't see his expression, which made Talia feel relaxed. For anyone, analyzing Schiller's psychology through his demeanor was like moving mountains.

"In many studies of mental illnesses attributed to emotions, we focus on the childhood trauma of patients. Any abuse suffered by people before their personality is fully developed will leave them with permanent mental wounds."

Talia smiled helplessly, seeming to sneer at this argument, but Schiller changed the subject and said, "But there is an exception. They have no childhood."

Schiller walked slowly to the piano bench by the window and sat down. His whole body was completely in Talia's field of vision. Against the light, his expression could not be seen clearly. There were no bright feathers behind him, and no sharp fangs in his mouth. When he spoke, it was like a piano key that would produce a low middle tone.

"All the sense of security in childhood comes from the parents behind them, and they are also educated by their parents. The essence of education is rehearsal. When children make mistakes, their parents preach and then punish them. This is to establish the concept of rules for children."

"But children do not really pay the price for their mistakes. The preaching and punishment they receive are all virtualized by their parents within their acceptable range. Parents are like a protective shield, filtering out all the costs that children should not pay, replacing them with gentle education, and childhood is spent in such a cycle."

"And as you said, as they grow older, there will always be a mistake that makes children realize that their parents are no longer able or willing to pay the real price for them. They must take on social responsibilities for the first time. The protective shield disappears, and children also go from family to society."

"But people like you and me must pay the price from the first time we make a mistake. We skipped the entire family education process and were responsible for our own safety, living conditions, and mental stability from the moment we became conscious. "

"This is not abuse in childhood, because the abuse is only within the scope of the protective shield. The scenes rehearsed by parents or others are too cruel. A major feature of child abuse is that parents control and abuse their children by controlling their children's survival resources."

"But people without childhoods are not like this. No one provides them with survival resources. Everything depends on them. From the time they have the ability to act, they are responsible for themselves."

Schiller sighed softly and said, "But you are different from me. I am an orphan, so it is natural. Why are you like this?"

Talia was distracted again. Schiller's words reminded her of the training she received in her childhood. She fought with all kinds of people or creatures. Only victory could get medicine and food, and failure would get nothing.

Talia didn't know everything when she was born. When she was young, she would make mistakes during battles. Since her opponents were much stronger than her, a small mistake could lead to failure. After failure, she would not be punished or reprimanded, just nothing.

Now, she understands the principle behind it - what Lei Xiaogu did was not education.

All those actual battles and missions were not drills, they were not simulating the situation when she would really fight alone in the future, they were not for her to understand the consequences of failure or taste the sweetness of victory, nor were they for repeatedly honing her combat skills.

It was just to make her stop being a child and pay the price for her choices like an adult, so that he wouldn't have to pay for it.

"What did he say to you?" Talia slowly raised her eyes and looked at Schiller who seemed to be standing across the coffee table, "My father said something to you on the phone, right?"

"He said I can do whatever I want with you."