Chapter 2430

Sky Island Cat Getan is like an isolated island, hanging on the edge of the sunset, wandering between the arcs of the sun, becoming brilliant, like a temple looming in the clouds.

The ruins in the city that have not yet been repaired bring a kind of desolate beauty, and the countless machines that are rumbling bring unprecedented vigorous vitality.

A vigorous figure squatted on the top of the highest tower crane, looking at the sunset gradually sinking into the sea. Catwoman's smooth body lines made her look like a silhouette in a painting.

Another figure jumped onto the tower crane. Catwoman turned her head and saw Batman's figure. She flicked her whip, like a cat flicking its tail, and jumped down from a high place. Batman followed closely, his cape dragging a long tail in the golden light where the sea and sky meet.

The sun gradually sank below the sea surface. The remaining light was like an old hand that was powerless, eventually failing to catch the fireflies wandering in the light, gradually fading in color and heat.

Batman walked into Wei En Manor, stepping on the tail of a night rain. The children were all asleep, and only the light in the study was still on.

After tidying up and washing, Batman knocked on the study door. When he walked in, he found Schiller was working at his desk.

Batman sat down by the window closest to the fireplace. Schiller looked up while writing and said, "It seems that today is still not going smoothly?"

Batman lowered his eyes, staring sleepily at the flames in the fireplace, regardless of whether Schiller had time to look at him, or just hoped for that psychoanalysis that was unknown in principle but superb, and nodded silently.

Schiller's pen tip paused, and then continued to draw smooth traces, still staring at the paper without blinking, and said, "Even if you come to find me, it is difficult for me to provide you with such consultation, because this may not be fair to that lady, and it also violates professional ethics."

"What makes you think I hold this purpose?"

"Your temperament like a stray dog."

Batman, who was slumped in the sofa chair, slid down again, his hands crossed on his abdomen, his chest rising and falling steadily.

"This is not very polite, Doctor. I am just a bit tired and need to rest."

"Either I don't know you are Batman and have no understanding of you, or I am an idiot who knows nothing about psychology to believe this—playing a stray dog cannot make me change my mind."

Batman slid up again, pressed the inner corner of one eye with his fingertips, and said, "Is it impossible for Batman to be frustrated in love?"

"Of course it is possible, especially in the case where the opponent is a cat, but this will not be the reason for you to see a psychologist. A cat will not make you worry more than the destruction of the universe."

"I worry about them equally." Batman replied, "Since this is the case, Doctor, you should understand even more how much risk I took—I know very well that when you came, it was the final exam of Cat Getan University, and there are countless eulogies waiting for you to read in your mailbox."

Schiller's pen tip paused. He said, "From an academic value perspective, those things are indeed closer to poetry than papers. Thank you for running over to remind me specifically when I was using work to avoid this point."

Schiller finally put down his pen and turned to look at Batman, one leg crossed over the other, his hands folded and placed on his knees, and said, "What exactly do you want to ask?"

"Perhaps your love history?"

Schiller raised his eyelids, using his expression to tell of his shock at this topic, but Batman didn't give up at all. He said, "I think this is a good chat topic, especially in the situation where I am currently in this life stage. As a friend, shouldn't you talk about your experience?"

"The thoughts in your brain are quite impolite—no, there are no ignorant female students... no, and there are no gorgeous and dangerous agents... female detective? British princess? Did you watch too much Sherlock Holmes?"

"Many professors I know have at least had a period with their students..."

"A 'romantic' love story that happened on the eve of the final exam, through verbal confrontation in hundreds of letters or emails, and finally still achieved a failing tragedy?"

Batman curled his lips, obviously regretting that this arrow failed to hit the target, and at the same time slightly disgusted by the overly realistic description.

"Then the agent..."

Schiller turned back directly to start reorganizing his notes and said, "Where did the agent come from? Do they want to know the hopeless future of this country from the content of the emails in my mailbox in advance?"

Batman sighed slightly and continued to try: "Your living habits are somewhat similar to the British, so..."

"Because the lifestyle in the United States in the 1980s was somewhat similar to that of the British, does it mean that each of them must have fallen in love with a British princess?" Schiller shook his head.

"But there will always be a period..." Batman said, pressing his chin with his thumb: "You can never have no pursuers, Doctor, absolutely impossible."

Schiller's pen tip paused again. He said, "I have sufficient reason to suspect that you peeked at my mailbox... Indeed, the wording of some ladies' eulogies is too intense. If they could have half this enthusiasm for their papers, there would be hope for the future of this country... But I would still advise them to see a psychiatrist."

Batman frowned and narrowed his eyes while looking, appearing very disapproving of this quite ungentlemanly behavior, but he still said, "Talk about pursuers, Doctor."

"You talk first."

"Nothing to speak of. They pursue Bruce Wei En, not Batman."

"The Robins would be very sad about this conclusion."

"If the definition of pursuer is expanded to this extent..."

"I have no intention of expanding the topic at all, please continue."

"Beauty, wealth, status, nothing more. It's too cliché to go on." Batman stood up, walked to the wine cabinet, and his eyes searched among the display racks.

"Do you think this is not a cliché thing?"

"If you are not troubled by the above conditions at all, then there is indeed a greater chance than ordinary people to pursue pure romance, isn't there?"

Schiller raised his eyes and looked at Batman's back with a surprised look. He seemed to have found one of the reasons why Batman is invincible in this regard—"pure" is the end point of emotional pursuit.

"Then what about Catwoman?" Schiller asked.

"She is too cliché." Batman obviously couldn't hold it anymore, complaining slightly.

"Money-worshipping?"

"More primitive."

"Violence worship?"

"Even more primitive."

"... Carnal pleasure? She just wants to sleep with you?"

Batman nodded, feeling life was hopeless.

Schiller swore that he really couldn't hold it back. He recalled the moments of human wisdom and charm in his mailbox hundreds of times in his mind, but still couldn't stop himself from smiling.

"So..." Batman asked tentatively.

"You are worried that she will lose interest in you completely after sleeping with you, but you are also worried that if you don't sleep, your current only sexual attraction will gradually disappear?"

Batman applauded this precise summary in his heart, but only nodded implicitly.

Schiller stopped writing and thought for a moment. His tone carried a hesitation that usually wouldn't be there. He said, "If she is fascinated by your appearance and likes the face of Bruce Wei En, then you would have 'encountered' her at some party long ago. This lady, relying on her own charm, would have already succeeded."

"If not yet, it means that what she likes is not Bruce Wei En, not his appearance and figure, but Batman's."

Batman's action of pouring wine paused significantly. He heard Schiller continue: "The significant difference between the two of you is, one is identity, and two is clothing style."

"Bruce is a rich man, and Batman is a vigilante. Bruce is in a suit and leather shoes, and Batman's uniform never leaves his body. Then please allow me to make this speculation—does Catwoman have a special professional orientation in choosing a mate?"

"Police?"

"Considering that she is a thief, and a thief who takes hobbies as the main thing, it is not incomprehensible."

"Then why not an ordinary policeman?"

"Which ordinary policeman can catch up with her?"

Batman was speechless.

He put the wine glass opposite Schiller's desk and said, "Since this is the case, do you have any suggestions?"

"I guess you have been chasing her, but you didn't really want to catch her."

"Because she didn't commit a crime at that time, no one can arrest her just like that. Even if she stole something, she would return it. With the reason of kleptomania, the jury usually won't pursue it too much, and Gordon cannot prosecute her to make her go to prison."

"But you can catch her in the act."

Batman took a sip of wine, raised his eyes and said, "How to say?"

"No reason." Schiller reached out and took the wine glass and said, "Every choice has a reason, which is the style of the behavioral school, and I always 'channel'."

"You are just avoiding relating this answer to experience..." Batman showed a suspicious look and said, "Is your love history really that amazing? Can't reveal it at all?"

Schiller shook his head and drank. Batman kept staring at him.

"I am a mental patient."

"Do you have your own Harley Quinn? Colleague? Nurse? Intern?"

"My mental state is always not very good."

"Some innocent passerby you hurt? A female police officer who acted bravely? One of the quarreling couples you saw when you happened to roll down the stairs?"

"You should go write romance novels." Schiller put down the wine glass and looked away.

"Okay, but you have to tell me the reason why you can't reveal it."

"Out of consideration for legal, moral, and scientific levels..."

"Is it legal, moral, or scientific?"

"Out of legal, moral, and scientific at the same time!" Schiller could only increase his tone and said, "It's more like an accident than a love story. The things you want to hear are actually closer to closing arguments, moral ghost stories, and forensic reports!"

Batman narrowed his eyes.

"Do you have some special hobbies? Doctor?"

"Very, very, very special." Schiller took a sip of wine and said.

"How special?"

"Only God knows."

Batman showed a disapproving look, but still intended to continue asking, but Schiller seemed unable to bear Batman, who knew nothing about this, and he put down the wine glass and stood up.

"Where are you going? Doctor?"

"To check emails."

Batman shouted with his neck stretched: "Don't you want to finish the wine before leaving?"

"..."

After Schiller was completely far away, Batman walked to the desk leisurely to start flipping through the notes left by Schiller. He used his brain full of wisdom to absorb the psychological knowledge condensed into essence on it.

"Final exam? What a simple vocabulary."