Chapter 1249: Lone Shadow Becomes a Pair (6)

Finally, it was Batman who pushed open the door. Schiller followed him into it. After entering the door, it was first a half-separated entrance. Schiller walked to the wall first, found the light switch, and pressed it.

With a "click," the light was turned on. Batman stood at the door staring at Schiller's hand. Schiller walked towards the inside of the house while looking at the situation around, and said: "You must be curious about how I judged where you designed traps and where you didn't."

"I have doubts about the professional quality of a psychiatrist who can't cure his own psychological allergy symptoms, and I have no interest in listening to how magical your psychology is." Batman opened his mouth appropriately to interrupt, blocking all the words Schiller was about to say.

He also walked into the room and looked at the situation here.

This was a somewhat messy house. The decoration was not luxurious, but the style was unique. More importantly, all kinds of collections were placed in every corner. The styles were not unified, and the placement was very casual. It was chaotic and cumbersome. At a glance, it made people think of how headache-inducing it would be when cleaning up.

Schiller picked up a modern sculpture work placed on the table, simply put, it was a piece of plastic twisted into a shape that most people couldn't appreciate. Schiller gently blew the dust on the sculpture, turned the sculpture in his hand, and then put it back in its original place.

The ceiling of the living room was not a ceiling, but a patio in the center of the second floor, which was somewhat similar to the shape of Schiller's Hall of Thought. As long as you stood in the center of the patio, you could see the situation upstairs. Schiller stood in the middle of the living room, somewhat lost in thought.

In an instant, Batman heard a "buzz," and a burst of blood rushed from his heart to his brain. He understood that this beautiful feeling that made his calm brain buzz was called "understanding."

Batman's question pulled Schiller's thoughts back. Schiller shook his head and said: "I only accept private appointments, do limited psychological counseling, and don't write prescriptions. There will be no signs hanging here, and I can't hear knocking. Guests not in the phone yellow pages are not welcome."

"Is the consultation confidential throughout?"

"Yes, I follow the confidentiality regulations of psychologists and will not make any records or recordings without the patient's consent..."

"Then what about memory?"

Schiller walked slowly along the stairs. The dull sound of leather shoes stepping on the wooden stairs echoed in the empty room together with the calm tone.

"Everyone who comes to see a psychiatrist will suspect that the psychiatrist will reveal his secrets or use secrets to threaten him. They usually repeatedly ask me similar questions in the first three meetings."

"You assure them that you are safe, use the professional skills you have mastered, and relax their vigilance."

"Too many people have said to Batman 'You are crazy, but you are forced to', and too many people have said to Batman 'You are crazy, but I can help you', but what Batman wants is not these."

"If they believe you, you start trying to walk into their hearts, peeping at their secrets and knots. You enjoy other people's secrets, and you want them to pay an extra fee."

"Most people's secrets are worthless, dirty and ugly, polluting the brain. What they pay me is the fee for me to wash their brains."

"You hate them."

"No, this is not my motivation either. The depth that ordinary people's stupidity can reach is like an abyss that never sees the bottom. There is no one's hatred in this world enough to hate all the fools in this world. I am more inclined to keep them out of the door, out of sight, out of mind."

"What if they break in?"

"At least not recently, because most people won't dismantle your shock device."

Schiller held the railing of the stairs, turned his head to look at Batman and said: "You are not forcing me to reveal flaws, just making me constantly accumulate pressure, making me feel that as long as I don't disguise well, you will do it, to make me disguise longer, or it is best to disguise forever."

"This is the essence of your means of dealing with criminals, becoming a dark cloud hanging over the heads of criminals, a bell ringing in their ears."

"Reminding them that there is always a torch-like gaze in the shadows, staring at their every move. Pressure makes them suppress their nature, and they have scruples before acting. If they can pretend to be a good person for a lifetime, then he is a good person."

Schiller continued to walk upstairs. Batman's gaze always followed his figure, which had the usual depth, as well as the rare focus and fascination.

"Like you, I also made them fear, using a basin of cold water to extinguish the flames ignited by their evil nature, drawing a barrier for the evil that can never be completely eliminated, being the bottom line at the deepest part of the abyss..."

Schiller dragged a tail sound, and when his last sentence fell, Batman's eyes, which were always narrowed, widened slightly.

"... And it is effective."

"You will become parallel lines with many people, moving forward side by side with them, and you will also become intersecting lines with many people, shining on each other in different fields. If everyone is an isolated island, society and civilization are the mountains formed by countless islands intersecting in parallel."

"How many such houses have you prepared in Gotham to deal with extraterrestrial visitors like me?" Schiller asked.

"The extraterrestrial visitors I envisioned are not like you." Batman's tone became exceptionally straightforward: "Not thrown down from more than two meters high, stepping on the mud in the fields of a foreign country, the way to provide yourself with a sense of security is to untie your tie and savor the process of killing, and the way to call back reason is to think that you are still a teacher."

Schiller walked to the sofa by the window in the second-floor reception area and sat down. He turned to look out the window and said: "Please sit down. I'm starting to miss my bottle of Chenin Blanc."

When Batman walked up and sat down, he held a bottle of red wine and two red wine glasses with exquisite shapes and clear materials. When his hand armor brushed over the surface of the glass coffee table between the two single sofas, the weak electric field formed by the current instantly made the thin dust on the desktop ripple, becoming brand new.

Schiller stood up and pulled the curtains on Batman's side a bit.

Thus, when they sat in front of the window, the light of the sunset reflected by the river outside only shone on Schiller, and the edge of his side profile with ups and downs carried a smooth arc of gold thread, just like the gold woven into the suit on his body.

Batman poured wine into one of the two glasses, while the other empty one was placed in front of him. Schiller held the stem of the glass, gathered his little finger and ring finger, gently tilted the glass towards Batman's side, toasted with the air, and then looked up and took a sip of wine.

"I have focused on investigating serial killers for several years, but at that time, I was just solving a problem, that is, if everyone's material needs in this world are satisfied, and the communist society equally supports everyone, then how should society and the collective deal with these born madmen?"

"Did you get the answer?" Batman's frequency of opening his mouth became higher.

Schiller shook his head and said: "I am an autistic patient, and also a born psychopath in the eyes of psychologists. I have also received professional psychological treatment, and my psychologist insists on one point: born madmen cannot be eliminated, nor do they need to be eliminated."

"These wolves hidden in the flock cannot be distinguished at all when they don't show their claws. It is unwise to spend effort to pick them out. As long as human newborns appear, this hide-and-seek confrontation will continue forever, and what is consumed is the lives of ordinary people."

"They must be controlled." Batman opened his mouth to connect: "Make them understand what fear is, make them have scruples, and put on invisible shackles."

Schiller nodded gently. His body was straight, and only his waist was gently leaning against the low back of the single sofa. Batman was in the same posture. In the light and shadow floating between the curtains gently floating, it also fell on him for a short time.

That river outside the window seemed to flow along this light. They were clearly looking at each other across the river, but they were more like a lone shadow becoming a pair.

"For a monster who is indifferent to emotions or even completely doesn't understand emotions, establishing fear is not an easy thing. After years of treatment, my psychologist succeeded in doing this."

"I was originally ignorant and fearless, but he established an image of fear for me, so that my behavior, words, and speech could be controlled, and then we could talk about how to know, contact, and coexist with society."

"Hard to imagine." Batman commented.

When the picture froze on Batman's face, Bruce sitting in the seat slowly widened his eyes, and Morbid's low voice came from beside him.

"Don't be surprised, it's broccoli."

In an instant, countless memory fragments flashed before Bruce's eyes, and then stopped at a certain file document he had seen.

That was in Arrogance's memory, the "emergency restriction measure" in the archive file from the Ninth Management Office he had seen.

"That wasn't just a joke." Bruce stared blankly at Morbid's eyes and said: "It's really circling with broccoli?!

"

Morbid nodded very naturally and said: "A bit ridiculous and a bit absurd, right? They could have shaped a more terrifying image, even death and bloodshed, but it happened to be broccoli, with no lethality, like a joke to scare children."

"Why?" Bruce asked.

Morbid shook his head gently, a trace of thoughtful memory in his eyes, and continued: "When I was taken in and received psychological treatment, I was still very young, and the key problem the doctor encountered was that he didn't want to abuse me, but wanted to cure me."

"If your psychology grades were slightly better, you would understand how difficult this is, simply a fantasy. The process of domestication always relies on violent means, controlling others will definitely have a process of abuse, and establishing fear is even more so."

"Many factors that induce fear in human genes are related to violence. Violence is the most convenient way."

"But the doctor proposed with foresight that violence has no effect and will be counterproductive. He proposed a somewhat idealistic plan to control a madman in a gentle and peaceful way."

"He believes that adopting hypnosis or concept implantation can also achieve the same effect."

Morbid took a deep breath and said: "In fact, he was wrong. This method had no effect. The things he simulated in my mind were easily cracked by me... I was never afraid."

"This idea continued until one day, the treatment still had no effect. Their internal split into two factions. The other faction believed that there was no need to waste time. To be precise, this was the idea of most people."

"I saw the disappointment in the doctor's eyes. Emotionally, I couldn't understand what he wanted, but fortunately, I had a high IQ, which made me understand that he actually just needed an ordinary child in sociology."

"The next day, the first brick of the Hall of Thought fell. From countless fragments, I picked out the largest and brightest one and named it 'Arrogance'."

"Then tell him that he is an ordinary person and is allergic to broccoli." ===== CHAPTER 1250 =====