Chapter 2263: Golden City Late Autumn (Twenty-Seven)

"How could you..."

Green of All Things still couldn't figure it out. Schiller and Barbatos cooperated? But why? What attracted him to Barbatos?

Green of All Things suppressed his thoughts first. He knew very well that he should not worry about the future and should first figure out the current matter. He would not take the blame.

At his level, he could also understand the trends of major events in the universe. For example, he had heard about the opening of the fighting world. This was a major event that spanned several universes and even outside the world, and the participants were agents from various universes.

When Pamela of this universe ran out and said that Green of All Things was the source of all evil, would he still have a good reputation? Would he still have a good reputation as a plant?

Green of All Things didn't care what Schiller, the madman, was going to do. He asked Schiller to get Pamela up and make things clear.

Green of All Things had just checked the household registration. Schiller's hypnosis could not be said to be exaggerating, but it could be said that he made dumplings for this little vinegar.

Pamela's life story was a bit rough, but it had nothing to do with cults or magic. Her parents were just ordinary gangsters. Her parents helped others launder money and swallowed too much money, but they refused to spit it out. In order to get the swallowed money, others chased them to Chicago. Her parents were stubborn and refused to pay. Of course, the result was similar to the two gunshots in the alley.

Pamela's adoptive mother was indeed a bit crazy, but she was completely wishful thinking about the man at that time. The so-called pregnancy preparation and hormone influence were actually forcing her to do IVF even though she was not of childbearing age, which led to a cliff-like decline in both physical and psychological conditions. In the end, the child was not saved, and her mentality completely collapsed, making people hate her.

As for the two seemingly true murders, there is a simple answer that makes people laugh and cry.

Pamela did witness the death when she was young, but it was her biological father who shot the person to pieces with a shotgun.

Worried about leaving a psychological trauma on his daughter, her biological father took his daughter to see a psychologist to dilute this memory. In addition, Pamela was young at the time, so she basically couldn't remember it.

Later, Pamela did kill a man who was closest to her, but it was more like she used him as a human shield to block the knife of her original wife. However, during the struggle between the three, Pamela was pushed against the bedpost and her neck hit the railing, causing a brief fainting. After waking up, the couple who stabbed each other died of excessive blood loss.

It was normal for the adoptive mother's biological daughter to come to the door later. Flowers don't bloom for a hundred days, and people have their blooms and withers. After people who have been glorious fall to the bottom, they will definitely try every means to grab every life-saving straw. Gotham is so popular now, all kinds of monsters want to come up and rub it. Running to slander Pamela, in addition to sharing her previous compensation, maybe it can make her popular again.

Although it is unfortunate, it is not impossible to happen. After all, one tragedy can easily lead to a series of tragedies. If there must be a mastermind behind it, it can probably be blamed on the Court of Owls. After all, the cause of the incident is still the fight between Gotham gangs. If Gotham is not so bad, wouldn’t this happen?

So the Green of All Things should not take the blame. This is not his business scope at all. Even if you take a step back, you have to go to the Red of All Things for man-made disasters. What does it have to do with me!

In the face of the request of the Green of All Things, Schiller shook his head and said, "No, she can't wake up now."

"Why?"

"I drugged her."

The Green of All Things didn't even know what to say.

"Don't get me wrong, this is one of the standard procedures for hypnosis, which requires the cooperation of the patient and also requires the assistance of drugs."

Schiller picked up the cup for feeding Pamela, walked to the window, opened the window, poured out the remaining water, looked up at the Green of All Things and said, "You'd better take back your vines. Even if you force her to wake up now, who do you think she will believe?"

The Green of All Things really re-understood what it meant to be despicable. It was hard to imagine that the person who did this could be a human being. He even had the nerve to mention the ugliness of human nature? !

"Then let's talk about how you are going to compensate Miss Pamela now." Schiller gently spread his closed hands, lowered his eyes, and then said, "If you are willing to take responsibility for this, maybe I can also help this poor lady with psychological rehabilitation."

The Green of All Things really wanted to ask me what I did and I would take responsibility, but he also saw that the man in front of him had no bottom line at all.

Pamela was his student. Hypnotizing his own student, drugging her, and forcibly implanting traumatic memories into her could no longer be said to be against the teacher's ethics, but it was somewhat anthropomorphic.

"What do you want to do?" asked Green of All Things.

"I told you to compensate her."

"What compensation do you want?"

"Her."

Green of All Things became more and more confused. He looked at Schiller, and then he heard Schiller say.

"Pamela's problem is not psychological, but in her brain. She suffers from an extremely rare brain function disease."

"Specific manifestations are weak emotional response, stiff facial expressions and body language, and the resulting long-term depression and uncontrolled excitement after being stimulated. It is similar to schizophrenia in pathology and bipolar disorder in psychology."

"So?"

"Cure her."

"Ah?"

The Green of All Things was stunned.

"Aren't you a psychiatrist?!"

"To be precise, I'm not."

"But you are a psychology expert."

"Are you?"

"Then why don't you cure her?"

"This belongs to the field of brain science."

"Then go find a brain science expert!"

"But it is also affected by psychological problems."

"Then cure her!!"

"Brain science is not my field, I can't cure her."

"Then you..."

The Green of All Things almost choked herself to death.

He felt that he couldn't talk to Schiller anymore, otherwise he would easily get angry and bald, so he looked at Schiller and asked: "How to treat it?"

"If I knew, would I still come to you?"

"Have you never treated it?"

"I've said I'm not a brain scientist."

"So how do you usually treat it?"

"Usually it can't be cured. So far, humans have no way to completely solve brain dysfunction. Otherwise, would I still come to you?"

The Green of All Things held his breath.

"But I am in charge of plants."

"But she is your agent."

"But she is a person! Plant will cannot cure human diseases!"

"Then I will go to find the Red of All Living Things."

"Come back!... Tell me what cerebral functional disorder is first..."

"In fact, I did feel that many emotions that I had never experienced before burst out at that moment, but there was no abnormal excitement that exceeded the threshold of stimulation. It was very refreshing, but not crazy..."

Pamela, who was wearing a skirt, sat on the single sofa, still hiding her aftertaste on her face. She said: "Talia is a good bed partner. She will respond to your request with a more mature attitude and usually will not directly refuse. I appreciate this."

After Pamela raised her arms slightly and drew a circle, she supported her knees with both hands, sighed and said: "Before this, I never thought that the world of normal people was like this. It's too colorful."

"And it seems that you want to make it more colorful." Schiller said with a smile.

Pamela smiled and said, "Of course, the world should change because of me, right?"

"But I must remind you out of complete fairness that even if you feel very novel about the intense emotions you have regained and want to try more times, it is best to be restrained for the sake of your body."

"Then it's time to answer my question now, right?" Pamela stared at Schiller and said, "What is the treatment process like? Why can't I remember anything?"

Pamela felt that she definitely saw a slightly embarrassed expression on Schiller's face, but the next second, his personality changed.

The vines draped over Schiller's shoulders along the back of the chair. Schiller looked back at the vines again, and then his eyes fell on Pamela.

"I want him not to run." Pamela said with her arms folded, "Why is he in a hurry to leave when this is mentioned?"

Unexpectedly, Schiller was silent.

Pamela was even more confused, but at this time she heard Schiller say, "Miss, there is no need to get to the bottom of some things."

Pamela looked at him with a probing look.

"I'm afraid I have to admit that hypnosis is necessary for this extremely rare disease." Schiller sighed and said, "But I must also tell you that there is a lot of controversy about this treatment in the industry. I'm sure you've heard of some scandals."

"So for a professor, this is a big gamble. Once you stand up and accuse him, the direction of public opinion may not be very friendly."

"Why should I accuse him?" Pamela raised an eyebrow and said, "He cured me, his treatment made me feel good, the thing that kept chasing me down disappeared, and I felt more relaxed than ever before."

"Yes." Schiller put one hand on the other, tapped the back of his hand lightly with his fingers and said, "We can't Deny the efficacy, but if you know how vulnerable and helpless you are in the process, and that the therapist can turn into the perpetrator at any time, perhaps you can't generalize it as an efficacy. "

"Are you saying that conspiracy theorists will exaggerate the effectiveness of hypnosis?"

"It may be exaggerated for others."

Schiller pointed out very implicitly, "I'm afraid you yourself will not want to remember this process, because it's not easy to re-examine some painful memories, I understand very well."

"I performed very badly? Emotional breakdown?"

"Sharp teeth."

Pamela said in disbelief: "I cursed? !"

Schiller took a breath lightly, pretended to consider it, and said: "Compared to dirty words, I prefer to call it Gotham dirty words."

Pamela gasped.

"God!!!" Pamela said with her eyes wide open and her mouth covered, "Did I curse Professor Schiller?!!"

"I'm glad you didn't." Schiller's words made Pamela feel relieved.

"But in your rage, you took some terrible vine-based restrictive measures against this innocent professor."

"Cough cough cough..."

Pamela seemed to cough out her lungs. She hurriedly picked up her handbag, pushed the single sofa back to its original position when she stood up, and said to Schiller with a fake smile.

"It's getting late, I'll go change my clothes first. By the way, I've recently changed to floral perfume, which is the smell that you, especially the professor, can't stand the most."

Pamela walked out quickly, and before leaving, she blocked the door that was about to close with one hand and stuck her head in to say.

"By the way, the nozzle of my perfume bottle is broken, and I'm afraid it's hard to control the amount. For the sake of your olfactory system, please keep a safe distance of more than 15 meters from me recently and pay attention to ventilation. Thank you! Goodbye!"

Schiller smiled as she left, and only a low murmur was left in the room.

"What's that sentence..."

Just tell me if it's cured!