Chapter 1256

The lights in the banquet hall were colorful like a golden waterfall pouring down. Champagne glasses were stacked into a high tower, surrounded by flowers and ribbons, as if it were a high mountain made of crystal.

Waiters wearing crisp shirts and black vests shuttled among the guests, lowering their arms gently. After the wine glasses on the tray were taken away, they nodded reservedly, and their backs as they walked away looked like proud swans.

"I really didn't expect to meet a gentleman scholar here who has read Mickiewicz as thoroughly as I have and has gained some insights. I even visited his former residence when I went to Lithuania..."

"Oh, yes, madam. I heard about his friendship with Goethe when I traveled through Weimar. He should be very fond of Goethe's poems. This can be seen from his 'Ode to Youth'..."

On the right side of the windowsill near the window, Schiller was chatting with a white-haired lady.

Soon, the topic became deeper. This elegantly posed old lady shook her head gently and said: "Forgive my shallow knowledge. I really don't know much about psychology. I know those noisy boys, led by a pair of brothers from the Bowers family, always hang words like brain waves, mind reading, telepathy, etc., on their lips."

"If I really want to find a reasonable explanation for these god-like emerging terms of theirs, I think 'psychology' would be most accurate. People should rely on systematic knowledge, not hope for some superpowers to fall from the sky, don't you think? Sir."

"Oh, madam, you really spoke to my heart. As a psychiatrist, I always have to explain to various patients whether there is mind reading in this world, whether I will see their secrets, or what they ate at night..."

Looking at Schiller's full helplessness, the old lady laughed in a low voice, then looked at him and said: "To tell you the truth, I don't have a good impression of the FBI, but I also have to admit that being able to work there, and even teaching intern agents, must be knowledgeable and trusted by the National Defense Security Department."

"You are over-praising me, madam. I am just... Oh, hello, is there anything?" Schiller turned to look at a waiter who walked to his side. The waiter had a tray in his hand, and on the tray was a thin champagne glass with clear wine in it.

"Mr. Wei En invites you to have a drink to thank you for your presence at today's banquet." The waiter slightly tucked his chin with a sense of proportion, smiled and lowered his head. The old lady gently waved her hand wearing silk gloves and said: "Go quickly, Mr. Schiller. Mr. Wei En must be very curious about you. There are many difficult thorns in Cat Getan's new round of investment projects, and he needs the help of a psychologist."

Schiller gently picked up the wine glass on the tray in the waiter's hand, winked at the old lady, and nodded, meaning he accepted her favor. After all, the information she just revealed was very important, at least for someone who really came to Cat Getan for the first time.

In short, Bruce Wei En needs you. Knowing this information before and after the conversation, the effect is completely different.

Schiller held the wine glass and walked from the side near the window to the side closer to the stairs of the ballroom. Bruce Wei En was surrounded by many people, all of whom were children of various well-known families in Cat Getan.

"Elliott, Kane, Bowers..." Bruce in the theater read out the names of this group of people gently, and then cast his gaze on the handsome man who took off his mask.

Obviously, the Bruce Wei En in the screen is not old. Although his age is older than the Bruce in the theater, he can only be said to be slightly mature, like a young man moving towards middle age.

His temperament is completely different from Bruce's. Of course, he also disguised himself as a playboy, but he was not ostentatious and dissolute, but showed a mature style of being at ease.

This style is reflected in his orderly conversation with four or five celebrities around him, but he doesn't look busy at all, and his response to the words and deeds of different people is also very appropriate.

Whether it is proudly raising his head, reservedly nodding, or just the right smile, every move reveals a charm that makes people intoxicated.

"It seems that you in this universe are a social butterfly," Diana said with a low laugh, "Doing better than I do."

Bruce just turned to look at her. The princess, whose lifespan is much longer than ordinary humans, curled her lips gently and said: "For a long time, I was more accustomed to being a warrior, feeling that as long as I charged bravely, there was no difficulty that couldn't be solved."

"In the war years, I received countless praises for being brave and fearless, but someone once said to me that when this cruel era passes, I must also walk into the crowd and find a way out for my hometown and companions in human society."

"I learned human etiquette for a long time, but sometimes I still make jokes, like a rash, stupid girl."

Diana laughed as she said this, seemingly thinking of the jokes she had made, but soon she turned to look at Bruce and said: "It's not easy to practice the skills of a social butterfly. Look at the other you, he's doing quite well."

Clark looked at the Bruce in the screen with great interest, supporting his chin with his palm, and then turned to look at his companion, his eyes bright as if they were stars in the sky.

"Bruce, you..."

"No, I don't do this."

"You certainly..."

"I certainly don't, that's not me."

"You are too handsome," Clark didn't realize what he was saying at all, he just said straightforwardly as always: "Perhaps I am just a small-town youth with short knowledge, but in the time I have memory, I have never seen anyone so handsome and so elegant. How should I describe it? As expected of Bruce Wei En?"

"Of course, he is just a bottle of wine that has just been unsealed now, but sooner or later he will become a gorgeous champagne tower, just like the one in the other universe," Constantine also turned his head and raised his eyebrows dissolutely.

And Barry on the side just silently moved his seat further away.

He knows Batman too well, so he knows that one day, Batman will make these people pay the price for teasing him. He doesn't want to be one of the liquidated, although in the main universe, he felt Batman was handsome, very handsome.

"Sorry, everyone, please allow me to spend two minutes introducing you. This is Professor Schiller Rodriguez, currently working at the FBI Intern Agent Training Academy, a famous lecturer and psychologist."

Bruce in the screen raised his wine glass gently towards Schiller, and the people around him had different first reactions when they saw Schiller, and soon they realized that Wei En wanted to talk to this professor alone.

Because before this, the billionaire had been holding a wine glass but hadn't clinked glasses with anyone, nor had he drunk any wine. As soon as Schiller came, he raised his glass, and the social signal was released just right.

After everyone said goodbye politely, they dispersed. Schiller reached out his hand, but instead of clinking glasses head-on as required by social etiquette, he slightly rudely used the side of the thin champagne glass to knock the root of the tall glass in Bruce's hand.

Bruce's gaze was like electricity, sweeping over the part where the glasses touched, and then looked up at Schiller. The gaze with a smile floating on the surface when talking to others earlier dissipated.

Schiller is releasing a signal. He understands him.

"I never clink glasses head-on with people. If I have clinked, I will never bring the glass close to my mouth again," Bruce in the theater explained softly: "This is for safety, because someone once put poison in their own wine and then spread it to others' glasses through clinking."

Seeing the look of others looking at a mental patient, Bruce shook his head gently and said: "Even without poison, droplet transmission is scary enough... I have mild mysophobia, but I think this is necessary."

"I didn't feel it until you said it..." Barry shrugged his left and right shoulders in turn, as if he was covered in lice, and said: "Now I also feel a bit disgusted. After all, if there is someone else's saliva or something in the wine..."

"Stop talking!" Harley made a disgusted expression and said.

Bruce in the screen took back his glass and showed a smile again, looked at Schiller and said: "March specifically called me last night to praise your deeds. Please allow me to express my respect to you. You have made indelible contributions to federal security..."

"You are over-praising me," Schiller raised his glass and took a sip of wine. A trace of extremely imperceptible surprise flashed in Bruce's eyes.

"I bet he has at least 80 plans in his head now," Clark looked at the screen and said: "79 of which are aimed at super-powered people who are not afraid of poison, right, Bruce?"

Having been with others for a period of time, Clark can be considered to know his friend's style of doing things, typically unable to live without plans and premeditation.

"Less," Barry said categorically.

"Then how many do you say?"

"80 aimed at ordinary humans who are not afraid of poison, 80 aimed at human super-powered people, 80 aimed at aliens, 80 aimed at evil gods, 80 aimed at demigods, 80 aimed at speedsters, 80 aimed at magical creatures, 800 aimed at the situation where all of the above unite to attack Cat Getan, and then another 8000 backup plans."

Clark was about to mock Barry's exaggeration, but then he saw the thoughtful expression on Bruce's face. He widened his eyes and looked at Bruce and said: "You are not serious, are you?... Are you?"

"He is indeed a bit more mature than me," Bruce touched his chin and said: "The matter of uniting to attack is indeed worth guarding against."

"Come on! You group of mental patients!" Clark was helpless.

"Mr. March was the first patient I received after coming here. Oh, don't misunderstand, this did not violate the principle of confidentiality. He personally doesn't avoid seeing a psychiatrist and also allowed me to say this."

"Yes, this is not decades ago," Bruce smiled and said: "People have begun to pay attention to their mental health. When facing depression or fatigue, they learn not to blame themselves too much, but to seek professional help. I think this is a manifestation of social progress."

"Respect for your understanding of psychology," Schiller raised his glass again, toasted Bruce from a distance, and took a sip of wine.

And Bruce discovered that the person opposite didn't care at all that he didn't drink. This is not normal. Most people, when their toast is not responded to, will be surprised. Although they dare not say anything to Bruce Wei En, that moment of doubt, anger, and even disappointment cannot be hidden.

But Schiller seemed to know that Bruce wouldn't drink. He didn't have any hope at all, so naturally, there was no disappointment.

In just a few sentences, Batman got a conclusion that even he was surprised by—this professor in front of him understands him very well. This doesn't refer to thoughts or behavioral logic, but some small details in private life.

This is even more creepy to Batman than Joker's way of understanding.

Schiller seems to have known him for a long time, and can even cross the barrier of Batman's mask to pry into his private life. This is something that even Robin, his closest group of birds, cannot do.