Chapter 2264: Late Autumn in Golden City (Twenty-Eight)

Lex stood in front of the mirror and straightened the last strand of hair. He nodded to Merkel and strode out of the room.

Merkel followed him and said, "Master, before the banquet officially begins, you can wait here or in your bedroom. When you need to be introduced, I will pick you up."

"I would rather walk around the manor." Lex turned around and said, "But I hope you can follow me. If there is any place I should not visit, stop me."

"I think this is allowed, but you'd better not go to the garden, because if you get your clothes and shoes dirty again, we may not have time to change."

"Okay, I won't go out, I'll just walk around the building."

Merkel stopped expressing his opinion, and Lex strolled in the Rodriguez Manor.

In his opinion, the former Viscount Manor was not luxurious enough, and the decoration taste was mediocre. The only interesting thing was that after Schiller moved in, he made some modifications to the places where he often moved, which gave the manor two completely different styles.

Although the furniture selected by Schiller was no more luxurious than those in the Viscount's manor, it was obvious that he did not pursue the fashion of that era like the former Viscount, but looked for more comfortable ones beyond aesthetic needs.

Lex knew very well that a person's taste for home environment could reflect a very private part of his personality. If his main opponent would be Professor Schiller for a long time to come, then understanding this part would definitely help him take action.

Lex was different from Bruce and Constantine. The only time he passively accepted something in his life was when he accepted Schiller's rescue. Apart from that, he always made plans early, took the initiative, and fought for every possible advantage.

But he did not regard this as a simple confrontation. He understood that this was a process of running-in. If he succeeded, he would have a close relative who could truly understand his greatness.

So he had to be extremely cautious. He could not use the means of dealing with the enemy to deal with Schiller, because the fun of this game was that they had a relatively close relationship on the surface, just like honey on a knife. All actions could not exceed the scope of this relationship, otherwise they would be defeated without a fight.

Unfortunately, Schiller was the one who had a high position from the beginning. Lex had to do more within a relatively small range and get more information to make a comeback.

Lex found himself at the door of the master bedroom, but he did not choose to stay, because invading such a private space was impossible to be allowed. Maybe there would be a chance in the future, but now they were not close to this extent.

Exploring the mystery of Schiller is a long-term task, and Lex believes that what he lacks the least is patience.

He walked to the guest bedroom closest to the master bedroom. Merkel did not want to stop him, so Lex gently pushed the door open.

The moment the door opened, Lex felt surprised, because outside the huge floor-to-ceiling window of this guest room was a rich green that squeezed into his eyes.

Outside the window were extremely dense and verdant plants. Such a density of plants usually only appeared in tropical rainforests, but at this moment it appeared on the balcony of the guest room of Rodriguez Manor.

Lex was a little curious, because he knew that the housekeeper of this manor was particularly not good at gardening. Could it be that Schiller was also a gardening expert?

"This is a gift from Miss Pamela." Merkel explained outside the door: "She had some troubles before, and the gentleman helped her, so she transformed the balcony into a paradise for plants."

"Amazing." Lex exclaimed sincerely, and then he thought, why is it the guest room?

He almost immediately thought of the scene at that time. Pamela might be injured or sick, and was arranged by Schiller to the guest room, where they had a conversation, just like what Lex and Schiller had had.

The result was of course good. Pamela recovered and became more radiant than before, so she manipulated the plants and gave this room a unique window view.

After leaving the guest bedroom, Lex walked down from the second floor and came to the kitchen.

Although the kitchen was cleaned very clean and spotless, Lex still observed traces of use.

He was not a detective like Bruce, who could observe a huge amount of information from extremely small traces. Lex was just surprised that Schiller could cook by himself.

Next is the living room and study. The furnishings here have not changed much. The gorgeous retro decoration is still maintained, but it can be seen that Schiller has added some things to make the visitor process as comfortable as possible.

This makes the image of Schiller Rodriguez in Lex's mind more three-dimensional. He can easily associate Professor Schiller, who is serious at school, sitting on the sofa by the door in pajamas after returning home, reading newspapers, or taking a nap on a recliner.

At that time, he should not be so sharp, but more peaceful and stable, almost like an ordinary person.

Perhaps all madmen have this side, Lex thought, and extreme emotions such as madness also consume energy.

Madmen need to rest and adjust their state. Before the next sudden whim comes, they still live an ordinary and repetitive life, not so legendary.

This made Lex add more "human" elements to his conception of Schiller, and partially abandon the divinity and evil nature brought by his strength.

If he wanted to be an ordinary person, then perhaps he would appreciate ordinary people more, and at the same time hope that more people would regard him as an ordinary person.

What is good about ordinary people?

Lex couldn't figure it out, but he had a vague plan in his mind.

Schiller's strength and his strong position in patriarchal relations so far are the most difficult problems Lex has to face, but if he is really just an ordinary person, these problems will no longer exist.

Schiller's students are almost all geniuses. Even if many of them are partial to certain subjects, their abilities are not something that ordinary people can achieve, and Lex is certainly the same.

But if he can stand from the perspective of ordinary people and look at and treat Schiller in a more ordinary way, perhaps he can balance the relationship between the two.

While thinking this, Lex continued to walk forward, but just as he turned the corner, Merkel stepped forward and stopped him.

"Sorry, Master, but the reception room is in use now. For courtesy, you'd better not approach."

Lex raised his eyebrows and asked, "Can you tell me who the guest is?"

"Alberto Falcone."

"I didn't expect you to come early." Schiller took ice cubes from the ice bucket and put them into the whiskey glass. On his table was a bottle of Scottish Highland Malt Whiskey. The pure golden liquor shone under the light, beautiful like a piece of pure gold.

"Add something?" Schiller asked again.

"No."

"Are you sure you want to drink such a strong drink before the banquet?"

"We still have some time, maybe we can wait for the ice cubes to melt."

Schiller didn't say anything more. He poured two glasses of wine, both of which were only ice balls and wine. The golden liquor flowed down the ice balls, and the spreading golden veins were like a delta under the sunset.

Alberto took his cup and shook it gently. Looking at the cup in Schiller's hand, Schiller smiled and said, "You're right. We still have some time. How are you doing recently?"

"Not bad." Alberto has always been taciturn.

"I heard that Evans is organizing rehearsals for the Gotham Theater's performance next week. Is he okay?"

"Being a singer is not a wise choice." Alberto said, "It's too dangerous to stand in the spotlight, so he chose to be an opera director."

"For you."

"For me."

Alberto shook the cup again, licked his lips gently and said, "He compromised too much with me."

"You look worried."

"I never know how long this situation can last." Alberto rubbed the rim of the cup with his thumb, his eyes fell on the center of the coffee table and said, "I'm not sure."

"Unsure of what?"

"Can we keep going like this?"

"Why not?"

"I've looked up some information." Alberto let the bottom of the cup hang Floating on the palm of his hand, shaking his hand, as if trying to melt the ice faster, "Dissociative identity disorder is often staged, not all personalities can persist."

Schiller paused, looked at Alberto and said, "Have you felt uncomfortable recently?"

"When Evans used his body, my feelings became clearer and clearer, and sometimes I could even clearly feel that I had affected his thoughts. Evans would not speak in that tone to those actors who did not accept the arrangement."

Schiller knew what Alberto meant. He and his brother were completely different people. Evans was the kind of person who would hardly force others. When he was the only heir to the Godfather, he tried to avoid doing such things as much as possible. Now with Alberto, he was more free of his nature.

Schiller actually often saw Evans. Although he did not study for a master's degree, he often went to the art department building of Gotham University, and this building was not far from the basic course building where Schiller was, and they often met in front of the door.

Evans was very happy after marriage. His wife had the same hobby as him, and the two often came together to rehearse vocal performances.

Alberto has been very low-key since he became the Godfather and rarely appears in public. Therefore, although the later students have heard of Falcone's name, they don't know what he looks like. They only know that Evans is their senior and they get along very well.

"This body was originally yours." Schiller said, "You are the real Falcone."

"I know, is this related to this?"

Schiller sighed and said, "I can't make a conclusion before real examination and treatment, but if I have to make a guess, I think it is."

"The cause of many patients with dissociative identity disorder is that their main personality cannot accept stimulation, so another identity is created to replace themselves, essentially to share the pressure."

"In this case, once the environment changes, the mentality and recovery status of the main personality are different, and the other personality is easily affected. If the main personality is fully recovered, the other personality will easily disappear."

Alberto frowned deeply, his expression couldn't be more serious, but it was obviously not the first time he had thought about this problem in so many days. From his expression, Schiller just confirmed his guess.

"Is there a way to make him stable?"

"It depends on you." Schiller looked at Alberto and said, "You and he both need a series of treatments to make your relationship more balanced and stable."

"Is there no other way?"

Schiller shook his head.