Chapter 1119: Schiller Is Not Working Today (Part 3)

Schiller pushed open the door to his office again, and finding Mrs. Miller still standing inside, he closed the door with a "bang" and turned to leave.

Mrs. Miller cleared her throat, and a high-pitched scream came from inside the room. She said: "Professor Schiller, if you don't explain to me immediately why you gave the newspaper boy double the tip, I will call your butler..."

Schiller pushed open the door, sighed, looked at Mrs. Miller, and said: "Kind lady, can't I just pity those homeless little guys?"

"But your generous behavior will only make them not deliver newspapers to others properly. Someone has already complained to me that he just forgot to give a tip one day, and the ink on the newspaper blurred into a ball."

Schiller pursed his lips, crossed the desk, reached out to turn on the desk lamp, and then said: "But if I don't give it now, tomorrow, the ink on my newspaper will also blur into a ball."

"I will go teach them a lesson and let them deliver the best-printed newspapers to every person who subscribes to the newspaper every day. If they are unwilling to do so, then get out of here."

Suddenly, she looked down at her watch again and said: "It's time for Dr. Brand to prescribe medicine again. I must go see if his spelling of words is wrong... This is really your old profession!"

After Mrs. Miller finished speaking, she turned and left. Schiller said to himself in a low voice: "Mrs. Miller is the real Ms. Arkham, it's too terrible..."

Schiller had just sat on the sofa for a while when the phone behind the glass screen wall rang again. He answered the phone, but a strange voice came from the opposite side: "Hello, Professor Schiller, I have some questions about psychology that I want to ask you for advice."

Schiller hung up the phone with a "snap," looked up at the ceiling, and chanted: "Three, two, one..."

The sound of "one" had just landed when the phone rang again. After he answered it again, the other party said: "Excuse my rudeness, Professor, I know this is the hospital's internal phone, but I just hope to get your help."

"Alright, what is your problem?"

"Can I meet you to talk?" The other party's voice was not urgent. Although it was a question, it always gave people a confidence that they would definitely get an affirmative answer. Schiller paused for a moment, looked at his watch, and then said: "Are you sure? It's almost nine o'clock in the evening. You know, late-night meetings are not good for your body and emotions, right?"

"Sorry, but I really only have time for a while." The other party's tone was slow, not at all like someone seeking help anxiously. Schiller sighed slightly and said: "The nurses have already gone off duty, and the hospital is about to close. Let's talk on the phone."

"Alright, I just want to ask... I like killing, is this normal?"

Schiller's movements paused. He glanced at the phone and then said: "This is not normal. You need to get treatment. Do you have time to come over tomorrow? I think we can talk. No matter what worries you have, you can confide in me."

"Very sorry, I don't have time tomorrow. I have things to do, and they are things that must be done." The other party's tone suddenly became high-pitched. He said to Schiller at a rapid pace: "Is this not normal? But what can be done?"

"Don't be agitated, consider the consequences before doing things." Schiller muttered to the other end of the phone: "People have to be responsible for what they do. Impulsiveness will only lead to bad results."

Suddenly, a sigh of slight disappointment came from the opposite side. The voice on the opposite side continued: "Is this what you want to say?"

"Yes, judging from your voice, you should be young. Don't go astray. Think about your friends and family, and don't let the people who love you down." Schiller's tone was slow and powerful. He said: "No matter what hatred you have, violent means will definitely lead to the worst results."

"Every psychologist says so."

Schiller took a deep breath and then said: "That means we all hope you can live better. Believe me, we..."

A busy signal suddenly came from the other end of the phone. Schiller slowly put down the receiver, and the moment he put the receiver back on the phone, his hand exerted a little force, making a crisp "click" sound.

Then, he squatted down, opened the cabinet door, and pulled out the phone line connected to the wall. Sure enough, the phone didn't ring again afterward, and no one came to report that someone wanted to make an appointment for treatment.

Schiller sighed, sat back behind the desk, turned his head, and found that the leaves on the floor had been cleaned up. His complexion looked better, but after a while, the door was knocked again. This time, Jason walked in.

He looked like he had run a long way, his cheeks were a bit red, but he looked radiant. When he saw Schiller, he waved and said hello.

When he ran to the desk, Schiller reached out and touched his head, then said: "What's wrong? Why are you here so late?"

Jason just wanted to open his mouth, but revealed a hesitant expression. Schiller looked into his eyes and said: "If you want to say something, just say it. What's wrong?"

"Well, I... I want to move to Wayne Manor for a while." The expression on Jason's face was a bit tangled, as if he was afraid that Schiller would be angry. He immediately explained: "It's like this, recently, Dick's state hasn't been good. Wheels and the others told me that he seems a bit irritable, and seems to often argue with Bruce."

"I went to his house to visit him, and Bruce told me that he has a lot of things to be busy with, and there is often no one at home. Dick might be too lonely, so I want to go keep him company. Of course, I heard that the butler Alfred is a master of guns, and I want to learn some techniques from him."

"What's wrong with Dick?" Schiller didn't question Jason's decision, but asked. But unexpectedly, Jason sighed deeply and said: "I think he might be in his rebellious phase."

"He has been investigating his grandfather's case, but there has been no substantial progress. Originally, he had started assisting Batman in investigating cases, but recently, Batman has been busy making antidotes and doesn't go out to investigate cases much..."

"He doesn't understand chemistry, nor does he understand mechanical engineering, and can't help at all. Even Aisha is in kindergarten. He might feel that no one pays attention to him, no one values him, so he has been circling the roof of Cat Getan for several nights."

"Once, he happened to be bumped into by Selina. Selina told Bruce about this. Bruce felt that he was very unsafe doing this, so he wanted me to help keep an eye on Dick."

Jason said helplessly: "Dick wants to help everyone. If he can't help, he will feel anxious. He especially wants to help Batman, wanting to seek a kind of peace of mind that can enjoy the current life."

"It seems that he is in his rebellious phase." Schiller concluded: "Or it's not accurate to say it's a rebellious phase. It should be an emotionally sensitive period in growth. Rebellion is just one of the manifestations."

"Have his biological parents visited him?" Schiller asked again. He didn't forget that Dick's biological parents were still alive, living a peaceful life in Blüdhaven.

Jason shook his head and said: "His grandfather's case hasn't been cleared up, and the shadow has always been hanging over them. He doesn't want his parents to show up too much, attracting the attention of possible enemies."

"When do you plan to move over?" Schiller asked.

"Alright, Professor, I know that you have never liked me being too close to Batman, and I also know that he has a pile of messy things, and there are too many people staring at him." Jason's face was full of deep thinking that he shouldn't have at his age.

Then, he looked up at Schiller's gaze and asked: "If I move over, will you be unhappy?"

Schiller shook his head, looked at him, and said: "If you want to save Cat Getan, you can only follow his pace. I can teach you some theoretical knowledge, but I don't want to, and cannot, save Cat Getan."

"Then what do you want to do?" A strange light flickered in Jason's eyes, that kind of pure curiosity that could only be seen in a child's eyes.

"Me?" Schiller smiled and said: "I might want to save the world."

After Jason left, Schiller let out a long breath, but afterward, he put one hand on the armrest, narrowed one eye, opened the other, and his expression looked bored, as if he didn't know what to do.

Suddenly, his gaze fell on the phone line he had cut through the glass screen wall. After thinking for a while, Schiller walked to the door and called the nurse, pointed at the phone, and said: "Trouble calling a repairman to help me connect the phone line."

Suddenly, he paused, his eyes rolled, and then he said to the nurse: "Forget it, no need... help me hide the phone line in the cabinet, don't let Mrs. Miller find it, I'm going to the ward upstairs."

After speaking, Schiller's mouth twitched, and he walked past the nurse. Looking at his fast-leaving figure, the nurse shook her head in confusion and went to tidy up the phone line.

When Schiller pushed open the door to Jonathan's ward again, Jonathan was making the bed. He looked Schiller up and down again, and before he could speak, Schiller said: "I'm not teaching this semester, so I have a lot of free time. I just found something fun, do you want to see it?"

"I'm not as idle as you." Jonathan's movements only paused for a moment, and then he continued to make the quilt. Schiller walked to the chair next to the table in the center of the room, sat down, tilted his head, and looked at Jonathan, saying: "Are you really not interested?"

Two minutes later, the two sat on chairs on both sides of the table, staring at the phone in the center of the table with burning eyes.

Schiller leaned forward and said: "He just found my office and connected to the internal line there. I cut the phone line. Counting the time, he should have called again."

Jonathan pursed his lips and said: "Creating a sense of omnipresent surveillance? Is there anyone still using such an old-fashioned routine? Could it be that group of bumpkins in Metropolis?"

"Shh." Schiller made a "shush" gesture again. The two continued to stare at the phone. About 30 seconds later, the harsh phone ring sounded.

Schiller counted down for about five seconds, then picked up the phone and said to the other side: "Hello, patient's family, I am Dr. Schiller who is checking the room. Do you want the patient to answer the phone?"

After saying this, Schiller placed the receiver horizontally in the middle of the table. He and Jonathan leaned over together, listening to a deliberately deep voice coming from the phone.

"Hello, Professor Schiller, it's me. Just now, I couldn't get through to your office phone, so I could only call here to find you. I'm very sorry to disturb your room check."

Jonathan immediately made a gesture to Schiller, meaning let me do it. Schiller gave him an "OK" gesture. Jonathan picked up the receiver and said to the phone in an aria-like tone:

"Marilyn! Are you okay? I really miss you very much. I really didn't expect that the family would oppose our marriage so much! Every day I spend here, I am suffering from the torment of longing!"

"Oh my god! Mr. Crane! Don't be agitated. I know that hearing your fiancée's voice again makes you feel very sad, but please take a deep breath immediately!"

"What are you talking about?" The voice on the opposite side revealed a trace of faint doubt.

"Sorry, Marilyn! Don't cry! I know you miss me too! Although we are thousands of miles apart, the moonlight can make us confide in each other. My dear lover, please don't forget me—"

"Sorry, patient's family, the patient's emotions are really too agitated! I'm very sorry to disturb your mutual longing, but I must hang up the phone."

"Finally, I want to say that your fiancé really loves you very much. Goodbye, Ms. Marilyn!"

With a "snap," the phone was hung up. Afterward, a burst of unscrupulous laughter came out of the ward, happy like an innocent child.

And in a mysterious room, a figure stood blankly in place listening to the busy signal coming from the other end of the phone, with a big question mark appearing on his head. ===== CHAPTER 1120 =====