Chapter 2311 Gotham Music Festival (Twenty-Four)

"Calm down, Clark." Schiller stood not far from Clark and said, "Your name is Clark Kent, and you are in a bar in Gotham now. You are safe, and we are all your friends."

"Friends... no... no... traitor..."

"What are you talking about?" Diana frowned and stared at Clark, as if ready to take restrictive measures at any time.

Schiller stepped forward to block Diana and walked towards Clark, but Hal waved his hand fiercely at him, telling him not to get close to Clark. After all, Clark was out of control, and no one could stop him here, and Schiller might be in danger.

But Schiller still slowly approached, repeating to Clark who he was, where he was, and that he was safe, until Clark's breathing slowed down, and Schiller walked over and patted his back.

Clark sat on the bar stool, with the front half of his body lying on the bar, and sweat dripped from the ends of his hair and eyebrows.

"Are you okay, Clark?" Hal asked with great concern, "Did you drink too much? Or are you allergic to some ingredient in the drink?"

"Is there something wrong with your ability?" Diana obviously wanted to make some more realistic guesses.

Clark opened his mouth. He wanted to refute, but how could it not be a problem if there was a problem with mind reading? So he kept silent.

Schiller used his eyes to signal Diana not to speak. He said, "Maybe it's not a good habit to let alcohol flow in your blood. It may make you make wrong judgments."

It's like this again, Hal thought. Schiller seemed to explain this matter as Clark drinking too much, but also took Diana's guess into account. Combining the two, it became Clark letting the alcohol go too far, resulting in a misjudgment of his ability, and then suddenly showing a state of loss of control.

Hal could feel that Schiller was not lying, and Clark's expression also proved that what Schiller said was the truth, but why did this sentence sound like it was talking about something else?

This episode passed quickly, and Clark quickly returned to normal, but it reminded everyone that it was very dangerous to let such a powerful being become unconscious, and Clark also promised them that he would never drink again.

After everyone dispersed, Clark turned back to look for Schiller who stayed in the bar to clean up the debris of the bar. He stood at the edge of the mess, at a loss, but couldn't help asking: "What is that?"

"Normal phenomenon."

"No, doctor, I mean what I feel..."

"It's a normal phenomenon." Schiller repeated again.

Clark stared at Schiller, as if he wanted to see something from his expression, but Schiller had been cleaning up the bar silently. Finally, Clark couldn't bear it anymore, and the debris floated up and flew into the trash can next to him. Schiller had nothing to do and could only stand there and look at him.

"Doctor, please." Clark looked at Schiller helplessly and said, "I must know what Oliver is going through and why he has such emotions. It will break me and him."

"No." Schiller just said calmly.

Clark looked painful. Schiller stepped forward and patted his back to comfort him, saying, "Oliver knows what he is doing. Since he started on this path, there is no room for weakness and retreat."

"I don't understand. He has suffered enough pain. Where did these come from? Why don't you tell me and let me solve them?"

"Because it is difficult for you to solve it. Some things in this world are not just right or wrong." Schiller shrugged and said.

Clark stared at Schiller with those eyes, as if he didn't give an answer today, he would use this look to stare a hole in Schiller's back.

"I can't explain all this to you in my current identity, and you won't accept it." Schiller shook his head and said, "If you want to listen, you must be prepared."

Clark nodded slowly and carefully.

"I used to work for the FBI."

Clark's eyes widened in shock. He stared at Schiller and said, "You're not... I mean, for intelligence, right?"

Schiller shook his head and said, "It's not about this universe, it's about my last life."

Clark recalled that Schiller said he came to this universe because of death, which means it was before he died.

Clark breathed a sigh of relief.

Then his curiosity rose. This was a big secret. He knew that everyone was more or less peeking at Schiller's last life, but no one got a complete answer.

And now he got a new piece of the puzzle. He just wanted to know what caused all this and what consequences it led to, and why he talked about this.

"An accident." Schiller said, "Then I started working with them, so I know them."

"FBI?"

Schiller shook his head and said, "All of them, they can be roughly summarized as all law enforcement and intelligence agencies in the United States."

"Is Oliver's matter related to them?"

"It has always been related to them."

Clark was really impressed. Schiller used to talk like acupuncture, but now he talks like scraping. He went around and around, and finally got to the meaningless nonsense, but this nonsense seemed to be part of the truth, and it contained some important secrets.

Clark now began to miss the professor very much. He swore that from now on, he would never say in his heart that Professor Schiller was poisonous. Sometimes it is better to be poisonous. Schiller's wording was so conservative that Clark thought he was watching the first speech of the US President after taking office.

"So who did it?" Clark wanted to get to the point.

"All of them."

"What did they do?"

"What they have always done."

"Doctor!"

"I'm here, don't worry too much."

Clark experienced for the first time what it felt like to be hypoxic.

Schiller walked to the sofa next to him and sat down, waving to Clark. Clark had to sit next to him. Schiller turned around and said, "Look, I'm a psychiatrist. My whole duty is to keep my patients in a good mood, so I will tell you, don't worry too much."

"This is the least wrong thing within my scope of responsibility. It's enough for me to do this. I am worthy of our feelings and the consultation fees given to me by patients, so I have always been a good doctor."

"But I think you will be impressed by that professor because you can always remember some of his harsh words. Although they are too straightforward, they always point to the truth and give you inspiration and guidance. Do you think he is a good professor?"

"Of course, he is."

"Does everyone think so?"

Clark was silent.

He couldn't say in his conscience that Schiller was a good professor who was praised by everyone. In fact, anyone who had dealt with him in depth had a complicated evaluation of him. Even in terms of teaching ability and teacher ethics, it was not completely good, and it could even be said to be a mixed bag.

Even Schiller's good friend Victor often said that Schiller used his talent to trap others, expecting others to have the same genius inspiration as him. Apart from that, his theoretical teaching can be said to be unremarkable. If you have to say, this teaching method is more suitable for talented students.

Everyone believes that Schiller has indeed not done anything to fundamentally let down his students, but some of the means for the good of students are too radical, which seriously affects his evaluation of teacher ethics.

So in general, Schiller's evaluation in this regard is mixed. Although it has no impact on him, it is always not as good as his unanimous praise in another universe.

Greed's professional ability and medical ethics in Marvel are completely praised. Some people say that he makes too much noise to treat patients, which is a bit scary, and some people say that he hides his plans and always makes a fuss.

But no one has ever questioned his treatment method. Although there are not many morals, medical ethics are full.

"Do you know why this is?" Schiller asked.

Clark shook his head, and Schiller sighed and said, "Arrogance is arrogance because no matter what the environment is, he sticks to his pride and won't change."

"If he wants to tell the truth, he must tell the truth, and it is the truest truth, without euphemisms, and it must be to the point and hit the nail on the head."

"But I am different. I don't have so much persistence. I can say it or not. If I want to say it, I can break it apart and hide it in a whole sea of ​​gentle and kind words. It doesn't matter if you don't understand it. Anyway, I said it. If you don't understand it, it's because you don't understand it enough."

"And if your condition can't get better because you don't understand it, I don't care, because I have more ways to cure you, and you will definitely be cured. Whether you understand the truth or not, whether you understand what I am saying or doing, you are destined to take that path. "

"Every time Pride puts down his pride, it is painful. He will do so because something is worth it. If I have nothing to stick to, I will be impeccable and nothing is worth it. "

"That's the difference between the two, Clark. When you are ruthless enough, you will not be in pain. As long as you have something to worry about, you will always feel desperate. "

Clark found that he gradually understood. Although these words were confusing and incoherent, he wonderfully put himself into Oliver's perspective.

It's not that he wants to come back, but he has to come back. But even if he comes back, his heart still stays on that land, with concerns, pain and despair.

Did Oliver point out some truth? Did he put down his pride for this? But even so, did he still fail?

The pain and despair that Clark felt when he empathized with him came from others not believing the naked truth he pointed out? What did they do?

Clark told himself not to think about it, and he didn't dare to think about it, because when he thought about "all of them" that Schiller had mentioned before, he was worried that this might be a long-planned trap.

Clark knew that he was not worried. The moment his super brain started working, he knew that this must be the truth, but he was not willing to believe it emotionally.

Because if it was really all of them, and it was really planned for a long time, and Oliver had already appeared here, with endless pain and despair, then it proved that there was not much chance of turning things around.

Clark stood up and ran out of the door quickly. He stopped at the moment he stepped through the door of the bar, slowed down his pace, looked back at Schiller and said.

"Doctor, I don't know why you can firmly say 'nothing is worth it', but I sincerely hope that one day you will realize the shallowness of this moment. We all have such a day."

"My day has not been too long, so I know that even if some things are right or wrong, history cannot fairly judge whether what we do is worth it, time will definitely prove that someone cares, someone remembers-then everything is worth it."

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