Chapter 1058: Shocking Ordinary Person (Part 36)

And at this time, Schiller was giving Brode an examination. Because it was a preliminary examination, there was no need for psychological counseling and treatment for the time being, so the whole process ended very quickly. Schiller asked Brode a few questions and was already able to determine his cause and symptoms.

In terms of psychology, the symptoms of the vast majority of ordinary people are relatively typical. Although the causes of emotional problems are strange, the symptoms expressed always precisely correspond to a certain type of disease.

This is also why psychological diseases are called diseases, not just simple bad moods, because the vast majority of people express the same symptoms in a certain emotion. This is not a coincidence, but because after the accumulation of different emotions, it leads to the same lesions in the body, so it can be classified as a type of disease.

Schiller took the diagnosis sheet and prescription he had written and walked out, handed them to Eddie, and then said, "Moderate to severe depression accompanied by anxiety symptoms. The suggestion is to adopt medication treatment, and at the same time change the environment..."

Schiller lifted his head to look at the environment in the room, and then said, "Didn't you discover? It's a bit too damp and dark here. This kind of scene is very easy to induce negative emotions and increase psychological pressure."

"In addition, I saw that in the room at the back, there is also a little girl living there. I suggest you change to a place. This is not only bad for the child's emotions, but the overly damp and cold environment is also bad for a woman's body."

Bob, however, stood up somewhat excitedly and said loudly, "If we could change the environment, would we still be living here?! Do you think I want to live here?!"

"When I first came here to rent a house, I clearly rented a very good house, but not long after, the landlord rented the house to someone else. That group of people was a gang, pointing guns at us and telling us to get out!"

"I brought little Tina, how could I possibly compete with them? So, I found a brokerage company again. The houses they took me to see were very good, but the result was letting me live here. I wanted to find trouble with them, but discovered that they also had collusion with gangs!"

Bob gritted his teeth and stomped his feet hard, saying, "That group of damn inhuman beasts! They even wanted me to sell my daughter. I will never let them have their way. I will kill them all!"

The veins on Bob's forehead bulged, appearing excited. Schiller took a deep breath, looked into his eyes, and said, "Don't be too excited, unless you don't want your friend's prescription anymore..."

Schiller handed the paper in his hand to Bob, but Bob seemed to be stimulated again, roaring, "You and they are the same type of people!! Damn rich people, rich people high above!!!"

"You doctors are all like this! Using prescriptions to threaten patients. As long as we listen to you, you give us prescriptions. If we don't listen to you, you won't treat us! Damn kidnappers!!"

"Do you think this is some kind of charity? I don't need your charity! Get out quickly!"

Originally, Eddie was leading Bob to tell his experience, and Bob had said a lot intermittently, being in a period of emotional agitation. Schiller said these things to him, and the emotions that were originally in a fluctuation period were stimulated, so he completely lost control.

Eddie swallowed his saliva. Compared to Bob, he was more worried about Schiller being stimulated. Bob going crazy would at most be him hitting the wall, but if Schiller went crazy, New York would be in danger.

Eddie somewhat regretted bringing Schiller out. He should have thought long ago that an ordinary person like Bob in such an extreme state couldn't have very strong self-control. If he had, he wouldn't have let himself end up like this.

In Eddie's reporting career, he had seen too many people like this. Because they went all-in, failed in business, and didn't make preparations in advance, they fell from the upper class.

They were often filled with resentment, refused to accept reality, pushed all mistakes onto this society, and thus became hostile to everyone, becoming sensitive and irritable.

Schiller coughed hard twice, crumpled the paper in his hand into a ball, threw it on the ground, and then began to punch the wallboard next to him with his fist.

Eddie hurriedly pulled him out. After arriving outdoors, because he was separated from the dark and cramped environment, Schiller's condition was slightly better.

Schiller lowered his head, gritted his teeth, and said, "The mental problems of superheroes are very complex and also very difficult to solve, but I am not afraid of the disease being complex, nor am I afraid of it being difficult to cure..."

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"I know, they are a group of noble good people. If they knew I was helping them, they would definitely not speak evil words to hurt me..." Schiller became somewhat short of breath, saying intermittently: "But ordinary people are not. They radiate malice to anyone, excluding everyone who hasn't acted according to their assumptions..."

Speaking of this, Schiller suddenly froze, then stood in place and muttered to himself: "Superheroes won't hurt me... Then why did they..."

On the way back, Schiller appeared somewhat bewildered. This was different from the dullness of his withdrawal reaction before.

Before, when Eddie first met Schiller, Schiller was in a state where he couldn't think, as if he had just escaped from mental trauma and fallen into a state of stupor.

But on the way back, Shiler seemed to have his brain filled with thoughts and kept muttering something to himself in a low voice. Eddie had leaned in to listen, but Shiler's strangely accented, heavy-toned articulation made it so he couldn't hear anything clearly.

After returning to Eddie's house, Thor was moving a Christmas tree inside. Eddie looked at the tree and said, "Wait a moment, why is this pine tree a bit... I mean, why is it a bit different from the ones in the shop window?"

"Ah, it's relatively primitive and wild." Thor said tactfully.

Eddie froze for a moment, roared at him, "You didn't go and cut down a tree, did you?!!! Don't you know that indiscriminate logging is a crime?!!"

Thor waved his hand and said, "In Asgard, indiscriminate logging is not a crime. I said it, I am the God King."

After finishing, he moved that pine tree into the house and then said, "I originally wanted to go to the street to buy one, but those trees you humans sell are weaker than the weeds in Asgard, with no aesthetic feeling at all."

"Look at this tree I brought. He is a strong young man. I call him 'Bull Horn'! Look at the branch at the very top of it. It can definitely hang a string of stars without being broken!"

Eddie looked somewhat speechlessly at this pine tree that was almost as high as his ceiling and occupied half of the living room. He didn't know whether to scold Thor for pursuing strength and beauty too much, or to praise him for being so careful that he happened to choose a pine tree that was just about the same height as the room.

Schiller sat on the sofa, thinking with an expressionless face. And behind him, one moment it was Eddie dragging a string of colored lights and walking past, the next it was Thor holding a Santa Claus toy that could climb trees and walking over.

One moment it was Thor patting Venom's back, letting him spit out the Christmas ball he had just swallowed, the next it was Venom strangling Thor's neck, letting him turn off the radio playing Christmas songs at maximum volume.

Two idle loafers decorated a Christmas tree for a whole afternoon, until Thor held his stomach and said, "I feel a bit hungry. Shall we eat something? How about some moose meat with sour cream?"

"You eat moose meat when Christmas is approaching. Aren't you afraid that Santa Claus will punch you when he delivers gifts to you?"

"Even if I am not a human, I also know that the one pulling the cart for Santa Claus is a reindeer, not a moose. And he won't give me gifts either. I am not a child anymore."

Under Venom's control, Eddie bickered with Thor one word after another. And at this time, Schiller returned to normal again. He turned his head to look at the two and said, "... I'm hungry. Is there anything to eat?"

Thor raised the spatula in his hand and said, "Just wait. Asgardian venison will be so fragrant that you'll swallow your tongues."

After finishing, he went to cook, while Eddie and Schiller sat on both sides of the dining table. Schiller placed both hands on the tabletop, looked into Eddie's eyes, and said, "About two weeks ago, all the superheroes I knew, my friends, started not to contact me anymore..."

Eddie raised an eyebrow, knowing he was about to hear a shocking gossip, so he brought over the farm-style Viking beer Thor had bought before and poured himself a glass.

"At first, they just didn't look for me for psychological treatment anymore, even though they were still facing all kinds of messes in life and all kinds of negative emotions, but they didn't contact me anymore."

"And later, all the objects I could find that could undergo psychological treatment also disappeared, including criminals, gang leaders, and scammers..."

"After that. Everything I used to distract my attention also disappeared, tobacco, alcohol, medicine..."

Eddie's frown became tighter and tighter as he listened. He said, "No way? That group of people couldn't possibly be deliberately isolating you, right?"

"I understand them. Although I don't like the personalities of some of them, especially that Tony Stark, I have to admit. They are all good people and shouldn't be able to do things like collectively isolating certain people."

Eddie stroked his chin, suddenly keenly grasping the point. He looked at Schiller and said, "First of all, I'm not a victim-blaming theorist, but did you do something before? For example, maybe hurt them?"

"On the contrary!" Schiller raised his volume, began to become somewhat excited and agitated, his hands started shaking again, constantly patting the tabletop, his speech speed flying fast, saying: "I did a lot for them! I cured each of them, solved every matter! I even..."

Schiller's voice also attracted Thor, who was pan-frying meat steaks. He put the meat steaks in the pan onto a plate, put them into the oven for low-temperature smoking, and then held the spatula, standing behind Eddie, listening to Schiller's narration.

Schiller used a nagging and slightly aggrieved tone to tell Eddie and Thor about all the things he had done before, and emphatically emphasized the perfect effect that his perfect plan could achieve.

In the whole of New York, not many people could have such treatment. Even Stark or Loki and Strange hadn't completely heard Schiller finish telling all his plans clearly.

In the vast majority of events, they only knew a part of Schiller's plan, and even in the end, they would doubt whether they had really deduced all of Schiller's purposes, and many times the answer was no.

However, for some reason, Schiller, whose mental state was not very stable, laid out all his plans, including how to design a series of events, stabilize the mental state of superheroes, then bridge the relationship between them, then open up a larger map, create a larger cake, unite everyone, and finally let everyone achieve a perfect ending.

Schiller sat in front of the table and talked eloquently, feeling more and more that his logic was smooth, cause and effect were clear, the plan was perfect, and the execution was also very high.

But in his field of vision, the complexions of Eddie and Thor became paler and paler.

After Schiller stopped, he felt something was wrong no matter what. Finally, he looked at their eyes carefully and finally saw a sentence from their eyes—

"Schiller, are you crazy?!" ===== CHAPTER 1059 =====