Chapter 1242: The Farm of Justice (41)

"Sit."

Schiller, sitting in the main seat, tilted his head and pointed to the seat on the left with his eyes. Although Bruce walked over, his body language still appeared somewhat stiff, but he wasn't the only one nervous; Greedy Schiller sat on the chair on the right, staring tightly at Bruce.

"What are you here for?" Greedy asked.

"He is here to complain."

"I am not here to complain."

Two voices sounded at the same time, and then, Schiller's low laughter came.

Bruce turned his head, looking at Schiller sitting in the main seat. The colorful suit and tie were the most recognizable features. This Morbid Schiller seemed to like dressing himself up, but this wasn't strange.

Bruce had seen in books on criminal psychology that the vast majority of serial killers had a certain narcissistic complex. They admired themselves, loved themselves, believed they possessed unparalleled beauty, and would dress themselves up with bright feathers like birds in the mating period. This behavior did not distinguish between men and women, nor did it distinguish by age.

But in essence, they were not dressing themselves up, but disguising a trap, waiting for prey to be attracted by the bright colors, thereby jumping into their mouths without any precautions.

All living things had the instinct to appreciate beauty. Beautiful things easily made people lower their guard, and the thought of appreciating beauty would also squeeze reason, making it easier for people to ignore traps.

Although Bruce had sounded the alarm in his heart ten thousand times, the first time he saw Morbid Schiller, he still sighed in his heart that the dark blue suit suited him very well, and so did the white temples.

"Alright, you are not here to complain." Morbid agreed with Bruce's words almost without any rebuttal, but this made Bruce's hair stand on end, because Morbid continued: "But when you heard others complaining about your teacher, why didn't you feel angry?"

Bruce slowly lowered his head, but soon raised it again, looking at Morbid's face, and bared his teeth.

Morbid laughed low again and said: "Alright, I didn't mean to suppress you... but you still felt guilty just now, right?"

"Let's talk about business." Greedy appeared very impatient. He stared at Bruce's face and said: "I am one person with Arrogance. What's wrong with me complaining about him a few times? On the contrary, you, you and Arrogance are also in the same group. If it weren't for you, his schedule could be normal by half!"

"Last night, Lucifer called me." Bruce readjusted his emotions and said: "He said Schiller's schedule has become completely chaotic, or rather, he can no longer be said to have a schedule, because he doesn't sleep at all."

"I know, when this professor was in Cat Getan, his schedule wasn't very normal either. He slept very late and never took naps, but this was still within an acceptable range, but now it's a bit too much."

"Victor also called me and said that Schiller went to treat Constantine again, causing him to almost become a vegetarian. His condition hasn't improved at all, and it might even be worse."

Bruce's tone revealed a trace of worry. Morbid, while cutting the food on his plate, asked: "Why do you think this is?"

Bruce pointed at his chin with his fingertips and said: "I suspect it might be that the change in living environment has caused him to fall into anxiety again."

"I know, most autistic patients follow a regular life. They have an almost obsessive persistence for regular things in life, from what to do every day to what time to brush their teeth in the morning. It is best to have a certain regularity. This is the source of their sense of security."

"But after the Broccoli descended on Cat Getan incident, Schiller's life regularity has undergone great changes. He came from Cat Getan University to Arkham Asylum, then went to the Florence Supermax Prison in Denver, and then headed to Coast City. Such frequent life changes are probably easy to make him mentally tense."

Bruce made a rigorous inference as much as possible, but Morbid neither affirmed nor denied him, just asked: "So, you think this is just a kind of short-term anxiety?"

"I know that besides anxiety, his long-term mental state is not optimistic, but if you want to alleviate this situation, you must first solve the short-term anxiety, right?"

"The problem is, this is not a kind of short-term anxiety." Greedy spoke up: "He is indeed mentally unstable because his life regularity has been changed, but it is not because of changing the living environment. We are not as fragile as you think."

Bruce frowned, and he asked somewhat doubtfully: "Then what is it because of?"

"Because of you."

Morbid raised his eyelids, looked at Bruce from above his eyes, and then withdrew his gaze to continue looking at the food on the plate:

"We and you yourself can see that you are about to be cured. Arrogance, as your teacher, can of course feel it too."

"A young bird that has been stumbling and falling off the cliff repeatedly is finally about to leave the nest successfully. This not only means that you will fly to a new sky, but also means a change in Schiller's life stage."

Bruce's Adam's apple moved, and he didn't know what expression was on his face,

but for some reason, looking at the two familiar faces in front of him, he felt very strange. He didn't even know he had such meticulous observation skills, being able to see hundreds or thousands of differences from these completely identical features.

Morbid didn't avoid anything. He said directly: "From the moment Schiller came to this world, he has been trying to teach and treat you. Although at first it was only because of some special curse in the universe, it was precisely this semi-forced binding that changed the life regularity he recognized."

"In the following years, teaching, healing, and trying to change you became a part of his life. That's right, this process might be very painful, but in fact, you both gained a sense of security from it, right?"

Morbid sighed softly and said: "But now, the day when the stable life ends is close at hand, just like you are walking on a road, but someone is constantly reminding you that there is a cliff ahead. You know you will definitely fall, but you don't know at which step you will fall."

Bruce pursed his lips. Just the scene described by Morbid made him feel anxious.

The most terrible thing is not the fact that "you will definitely fall," but the tug-of-war between the hope brought by wishful thinking and the self-abandonment brought by the doomed bad ending when taking the next step, which is the so-called "mental internal friction."

"The overwork that you see Arrogance is currently engaged in, including making trouble out of nothing, non-stop work, and staying up late every day, is actually him forcing himself to adapt to the upcoming changes in advance."

"He feels that he must find more things to do to cope with the situation where a corner of his life is about to be missing, and we generally call this—retirement syndrome."

Morbid's tone carried a smile: "Humans are so strange. When they are busy, they want a vacation; when they are completely retired, they want to make themselves busy."

"In essence, it is that when they realize social value, they want to find themselves; when they have time to find themselves, they feel they haven't realized social value." Greedy commented: "They want social recognition and self-recognition. I just say, the essence of humanity is greed."

"Also, have you ever thought about why in the past few years, others seem not to understand you very well, nor do they care much about Schiller's mental illness?" Morbid looked at Bruce and asked.

Bruce's eyebrows furrowed slightly. Since he came to this room, he looked directly at Morbid for the first time, as if he wanted to get an answer. Morbid took a sip of red wine and said:

"When you weren't cured, he put all his energy into you, but now that you are about to be cured, he cannot destroy his labor results, so he can only change people to torture."

"So Victor, Constantine, and Lucifer all became victims. The essence is that Schiller dispersed the energy of torturing you to others, so they suddenly realized at the same time that Schiller is a mental patient."

Bruce revealed a complex expression. He didn't even know how to evaluate it. He was amazed at Schiller's great power and wanted to gloat, but then thought that he was the unluckiest of all the unlucky ones, so he couldn't laugh.

"Everyone thinks that it is the mutual torture between me and Schiller that leads to his unstable mental state, but now it seems that it is just the opposite." Bruce thought and said.

"'Mutual torture' is also open to question." Greedy rolled his eyes and said: "Arrogance doesn't let us fill the hole on the first floor of the tower, just so you can walk through the dream world to come over and sleep."

"So, what do you plan to do?" Morbid asked with interest.

"Originally we had a plan, but it was relatively traditional." Bruce gently touched his cheek with his hand, and then supported his temple with his fingers and said: "Simply put, it is to control him first, and then find a place for him to recuperate and receive treatment, which is the method of treating ordinary mental patients."

Before the other two could speak, Bruce explained: "Others don't have any understanding of psychology either. Clark and Diana both think that finding a place with a good environment for recuperation is the way to solve all mental illnesses."

"In a sense, that is not wrong." Greedy spoke up: "But the premise is that a good environment refers not only to a good natural environment, but also must have a humanistic environment that makes patients feel comfortable and relaxed. The environment can bring patients a sense of security, and recuperation will have an effect."

"Arrogance's source of security comes from a regular life, but the regularity being broken is inevitable, so I'm afraid recuperation..."

"Wait." Bruce suddenly spoke: "The regularity being broken is inevitable? Is it really inevitable?"

"What do you want to say?" Greedy narrowed his eyes and looked at Bruce: "Do you still want to return to the days of mutual torture with him? But forgive me for being blunt, it is probably unrealistic for you to pretend to be crazy in front of Arrogance. He knows Batman too well."

But Bruce slowly widened his eyes, and with a gaze that was somewhat glowing in the dim room, he looked at Greedy and said:

"But... there is more than one Batman."

Afterwards, low laughter sounded in the empty room. When Bruce woke up from his dream, Morbid Schiller's words still echoed in his ears:

"It seems that you are indeed cured."

Bruce sat up from the bed. Clark, who was swinging the toolbox next to him, turned to look at him and said: "You're awake? How did you sleep?"

Bruce didn't answer, just turned over and got out of bed at an extremely fast speed. After rushing out of the room, he strode into the only room in the village with a phone, dialed the number, picked up the receiver, and said to the other side:

"Hello? Professor Victor, I have found a way to treat Schiller, but I have to ask you to help me find someone."

"Find someone? Who?"

"Pamela Isley." ===== CHAPTER 1243 =====