Chapter 2259: Late Autumn in Golden City (Twenty-Three)

Such a character is obviously not satisfactory. When Pamela was still a very young girl, being quiet and sensible always had its advantages, which is why she was chosen.

But as she got older, the adoptive mother finally found that Pamela was sick.

This is not an insult out of anger, but an accurate description. Pamela has a natural indifference and alienation to everything, and she is not interested in anything.

This is not a spectrum trait. Pamela will not feel detached, but the organs that secrete excitatory substances in her body seem to have not worked for a long time, but this is not depression. She often falls, but she is not afraid of falling. This is a normal state for her.

This kind of character is obviously difficult to exude external charm. Although it is good to be proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, the most important thing in this industry is sexual attraction. Everything else is just a bonus. Pamela sticks there, beautiful, but without soul.

Another more fatal thing is that Pamela's indifference and carelessness are often interpreted as contempt by ordinary people. Other people's high-spirited flowers may be personality settings, but she really looks down on everyone in the world equally.

Obviously, Pamela's education failed. Her adoptive mother tried for a long time and tried all kinds of ways, even resorting to some more drastic measures, but Pamela was like a piece of rotten wood that could not be carved. She was not moved at all and even became more and more sick.

Such a product is worthless, but it still took resources and energy to produce her. More importantly, this broke her adoptive mother's record of winning every battle, making her realize that it was not how correct her educational method was, and the previous successes were really just luck.

Pamela's adoptive mother was furious.

What happened afterwards was not written in the file, and Anna did not ask. In short, when Pamela was 16 years old, her adoptive mother was convicted of abuse. Several goddaughters except her biological daughter stood up to accuse her, but her biological daughter also used her power to exonerate her, resulting in her being locked up in a mental hospital.

Pamela got rid of her adoptive mother and returned to Gotham alone. She took the compensation she received and resumed her studies. Her grades were not very good, but it was enough to apply for Gotham University.

Anna and Victor both guessed that the angry adoptive mother must have abused Pamela, because Anna accidentally saw some old injuries on Pamela's body, and they guessed that Pamela's adoptive mother must have beaten her.

But Schiller's guess is darker, because combined with Pamela's sexual orientation, she guessed that Pamela's adoptive mother might want to forcibly give her adopted daughter to a man, but Pamela did not let her succeed, but it may have caused serious injuries, causing the matter to be escalated and attracted public attention, leading to her adoptive mother being exposed.

These were originally just Schiller's unwarranted speculations in his spare time, because the background story of Poison Ivy has been changed several times, and even in many universes there is no conclusion at all.

The only thing that can be confirmed is that the fate of Poison Ivy in this universe has been completely changed, because Dr. Jason Wood, who originally caused her to be poisoned by plants, has died, but Pamela has become the spokesperson for the green of all things.

In other words, although Pamela is no longer Poison Ivy, she is still a plant-based magician, and can be ranked with the likes of Constantine and Zatanna.

At first, Schiller knew only so much information, until the last midsummer night in Gotham.

The rain that night was a sign of the end of this long summer. The cold air came with the heavy rain, which was more refreshing than the previous dense drizzle in Gotham. The whole world was shrouded in a heavy rain curtain.

Because he was tired of the continuous rain, Schiller was more interested in the thunderstorms in normal solar terms. He moved a chair and sat on the second floor, listening to the raindrops hitting the dense leaves, watching the pond in the garden rolling out the white waves that only the sea can have, and a layer of white mist rose on the soft soil.

Water is the source of all things. The plants under the rain curtain are more colorful, and the stubborn branches that are not broken by the wind and rain roar out a magnificent song of life.

But soon Schiller discovered that the vines behind the big tree in the middle of the manor were a little too stubborn. Not only did they not fall down under the heavy raindrops, but they also grew taller and taller, and grew faster and faster.

A black shadow made a move - it was the little devil Rokuko who was bathing in the rain. He had been a potted plant in Schiller's manor for a long time. Merkel's gardening skills, which were too unrestrained for other plants, were just right for him. He liked to take a hot bath after sunbathing, which made him feel at home in hell.

He was rubbing his back with his tentacles there, and he felt a black shadow hit the two tentacles behind him heavily. He pulled his curled tentacles back reflexively, and heard shouts from the second floor of the manor.

"Rokuko! Rokuko! Put her down!"

Rokuko turned around and found that his tentacles were actually wrapped around a woman. He hurriedly threw her onto the vines next to him and saw Schiller walking over with an open umbrella.

"What's going on?" Schiller asked.

Liujiao imitated Merkel and waved his tentacles to signal. He didn't know what was going on. Schiller looked up and found that the courtyard wall was covered with vines. He looked down again and saw that it was Pamela lying under the tree.

She was wearing a sweatshirt and jeans, and was soaked by the rain. Her long red hair was wet and stuck to her cheeks. When Schiller reached out and turned her over, he found that her eyes were open, but a little dull.

Schiller put his hand on her neck and measured her pulse. It was a little weak, but not life-threatening. Then he felt her temperature and it was completely above the baseline. Pamela was having a high fever.

Merkel also rushed out, and then Schiller rushed back to get a blanket. They quickly rolled Pamela in a thick blanket and carried her back to the fireplace in the manor.

Merkel began to wipe Pamela's body with alcohol to cool her down. Schiller detected her eye movement response. Finally, the two determined that Pamela should only have a high fever that caused confusion, and there was no other problem.

Schiller called the social work department, and soon two female social workers came to help Pamela take a warm bath and change clothes. One of them, who had experience as a nurse, took her temperature and checked her body and told Schiller that Pamela had no external injuries, so the high fever was not caused by infection.

In this way, Schiller was basically sure that Pamela was most likely unable to control herself due to emotional problems, and caught a cold after being caught in the rain, so he gave her some antipyretics and let her sleep until late at night.

During this period, Schiller made a simple profile of Pamela, and still did not need the person to answer questions, relying entirely on the intuition of heaven and man to guess.

Although Pamela's life experience is bizarre, it is not complicated. The only problem is that there is no sign to show where Pamela's unique preference for plants comes from.

Schiller believes that the problem is likely to be with Pamela's biological parents.

Pamela was 5 years old when she was adopted. For most children, this is too young, so the memory may not be very clear, but Schiller knows that Pamela is also a genius.

In her casual chat with Anna and her testimony to the law enforcement officers of her adoptive mother's abuse case, Pamela seemed to deliberately blur her biological parents. No one would have any objection to a little girl whose parents died at the age of four or five not being able to remember her parents, but Schiller thought this was very suspicious.

If Pamela's cold and numb personality actually came from her biological parents, then perhaps her preference for plants might also come from this.

What did her biological parents do?

Schiller sat at the head of Pamela's bed with paper and pen, drawing a psychological portrait and some irregular lines. It was not until after 11 o'clock in the evening that Pamela's fever subsided and she slowly woke up from her coma.

Pamela turned around and looked at Schiller with her lifeless eyes, then looked at the rain outside the window, and finally began to signal Schiller with her eyes.

From her expression, it can be seen that she did not think that her signal would work, but Schiller still stood up, walked around her bed, walked to the window and opened the curtains, and the window was full of green.

Pamela stared at Schiller with wide eyes in surprise. Schiller helped her up again, propped up her upper body with a pillow, and took her still damp long hair out from the gap between her back and the pillow.

Pamela lay back on the pillow with a sense of comfort and decadence. She looked down at her clothes and then at Schiller.

"Social worker Ms. Hall is a retired nurse, and your professor Anna is a little taller and thinner than you. Her clothes may not fit you very well. If you need them, give me an address and I will ask my housekeeper to get them for you."

"Very gentlemanly, professor, but I forgot if I have done my homework."

"You don't have any psychology homework anymore." Schiller sat back at the head of the bed, flattened the bed sheet with his hands and said, "This year is your last school year, and you are about to graduate."

Pamela looked at the window. There was no light in the guest bedroom, so only the edge of her cheek was illuminated by the light coming through the rain. It was a very cold light, even with damp water vapor, and the fine hairs on her cheeks could be seen clearly.

This is a sign of youth and tenderness, Schiller thought. On the young and stretched skin, the hair will be crowded together like green grass, and then retreat with aging, becoming wrinkled and dry.

"Forget about homework." Schiller whispered gently: "You just had a high fever. It is rare for an adult to have such a high temperature, and you fell into my garden soaking wet."

"I'm sorry, when I'm sick, my ability will be out of control. When I get better, I will rebuild your garden, professor."

"Forget my garden too. Even if you don't fall in, they will be messed up after such a storm, and Merkel obviously doesn't have the ability to tidy it up."

"Will you come to me then, professor?"

"I believe you will come to me." Schiller changed his leg and said, "You will remember that there are plants that need help here."

"Instead of people who need help?"

"I don't need help, Pamela." Schiller looked into Pamela's eyes and said, "You help plants to make them live better, not to give me a beautiful garden."

“This is the most significant difference between you and other gardeners, and the reason why you can do better than them. The garden plants that grow with your help are more like powerful lives than ornamental items.”