The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 1130 Schiller is not at work today
Schiller pushed open the door of his office again, and when he found Mrs. Miller still standing inside, he closed the door with a "bang", turned around and left.

Mrs. Miller cleared her throat and said in a high-pitched shout from the door, "Professor Schiller, if you don't explain to me right away why you tip the paper boy twice, I'll call Your butler..."

Schiller pushed open the door, sighed, looked at Mrs. Miller and said, "Well-meaning lady, can't I just pity those homeless little fellows?"

"But your extravagant behavior will only make them not deliver other people's newspapers properly. Someone has already complained to me. He just forgot to tip one day, and the ink on the newspaper became a mess."

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

"I will teach them a lesson and ask them to give everyone who subscribes to the newspaper equally every day, and send the newspaper with the best printing quality. If they are not willing to do this, then get out of here."

Suddenly, she looked down at her watch again, and said, "It's time for Dr. Bland to write a prescription again. I have to go and see if he has spelled a word wrong... This is really the old book of the two of you." okay!"

After Mrs. Miller finished speaking, she turned and left. Schiller whispered to herself, "Mrs. Miller is the real Ms. Arkham. It's terrible..."

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

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

As soon as the pronunciation of "一" landed, the phone rang again. After he picked it up again, the other party said: "Excuse me, professor, I know that this is the internal line of the hospital, but I just hope that I can get your call." help."

"Well, what's your question?"

"Can I meet and chat with you?" The other party's voice was not urgent. Although it was a question, it always gave people a sense of confidence that they would definitely get an affirmative answer. Schiller paused and glanced at his watch , and say, "Are you sure? It's almost nine o'clock in the evening, and you know, late-night talks are not good for you physically or emotionally, right?"

"Sorry, but I really only have time for the next period of time." The tone of the other party was also slow, and it didn't look like he was anxiously asking for help. Schiller sighed slightly and said, "The nurses are already off work. The hospital is closing, so let's talk on the phone."

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

Schiller paused, glanced at the phone, and said, "This is not normal. You need to be treated. Are you free to come over tomorrow? I think we can talk, and you can tell me whatever is on your mind." I confide."

"I'm sorry, I'm not free tomorrow, I have something to do, and it's something that must be done." The other party's tone suddenly became high-pitched, and he said to Schiller quickly: "Is this not normal? But so what?"

"Don't get excited, think about the consequences before doing something." Schiller muttered to the other end of the phone: "Everyone must be responsible for what they do, impulsiveness will only bring bad results."

Suddenly, a slightly disappointed sigh came from the opposite side, and the voice on the other side went on to say, "Is that what you want to say?"

"Yes, judging by your voice, you should be young, don't go astray, think about your friends and family, and don't let down those who love you." Schiller spoke slowly and forcefully, and he said, "Whether Where there is any hatred, violent means will definitely bring about the worst results."

"Every psychiatrist says that."

Schiller took a deep breath and said, "That means, we all want you to be better off, trust me, we..."

There was a sudden busy tone from the other end of the phone, and Schiller slowly put down the receiver, and the moment he put the receiver back on the phone, his hand slightly exerted force, making a crisp "click".

Then, he squatted down and opened the cabinet door, and pulled off the phone line connected to the wall. Sure enough, the phone never rang again, 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 ground had been cleaned up, and his complexion improved a bit, but after a while, the door was knocked again, and this time he walked in It's Jason.

He seemed to have run for a long distance, his cheeks were a little red, but he looked radiant. When he saw Schiller, he waved his hand to say hello.

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

Just as Jason was about to speak, he showed a hesitant expression. Schiller looked into his eyes and said, "Just say what you want to say, what's wrong?"

"Well, I...I want to move to Wayne Manor for a while." Jason's face was a bit tangled, as if he was afraid that Schiller would get angry, and he immediately explained: "It's like this, recently, Dick The condition of the tire is not very good, they told me that he seemed a little irritable, and seemed to be arguing with Bruce."

"I went to visit him at his home. Bruce told me that he has a lot of things to do and there is often no one at home. Dick may be too lonely, so I want to accompany him. Of course, I heard that the housekeeper Alf Reid is a master with a gun, and I want to learn some tricks from him."

"What's wrong with Dick?" Schiller didn't question Jason's decision, but asked. Unexpectedly, Jason pretended to sigh deeply and said, "I think he may be rebellious."

"He has been investigating the case of his grandfather, but there has been no substantial progress. Originally, he had already started to assist Batman in investigating the case, but recently, Batman has been busy making antidotes, so he doesn't go out to investigate the case very much. ..."

"He doesn't know chemistry or mechanical engineering, so he can't help at all. Even Aisha is in kindergarten. He may feel that no one pays attention to him, no one values ​​him, so he went to Going around the roof of Gotham."

"Once, I was hit by Selena, and Selena told Bruce about it. Bruce felt that it was not safe for him to do so, 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. He wants to find a kind of peace of mind that can enjoy the current life."

"It seems that he has reached the rebellious period." Schiller concluded: "It may not be accurate to say that it is the rebellious period. It should be said that it is the emotionally sensitive period of growing up, and rebellion is just one of the manifestations."

"Did his biological parents come to see him?" Schiller asked again, not forgetting that Dick's biological parents were still alive and living peaceful lives in Bludhaven.

Jason shook his head and said, "His grandfather's case has not been clarified, and the shadow has been hanging over their heads. He doesn't want his parents to show up too much and attract the attention of possible enemies."

"When are you going to move there?" Schiller asked.

"Well, professor, I know, you don't like me getting too close to Batman, and I also know that he has a lot of shit and too many people are staring at him." Jason's face was full of At his age, there shouldn't be much thoughtfulness.

Then, looking up into Schiele's gaze, he asked, "Would you be unhappy if I moved there?"

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

"Then what do you want to do?" Jason's eyes shone with a strange light, the kind of pure curiosity that can only be seen in the eyes of children.

"Me?" Schiller said with a smile. "I might want to save the world."

After Jason left, Schiller breathed a sigh of relief, but then he put one hand on the armrest, squinted one eye, and opened the other eye, with a bored expression on his face, as if he didn't know what to do.

Suddenly, his eyes fell on the cut telephone wire through the glass screen wall. After thinking for a while, Schiller went to the door and called the nurse, pointed to the phone and said, "Call a maintenance man, please." , help me connect the phone line."

Suddenly, he paused, rolled his eyes, and said to the nurse: "Forget it, no need...Help me hide the phone line in the cabinet, and don't let Mrs. Miller find it. I'll go to see it." Upstairs in the ward."

After finishing speaking, Schiller twitched the corner of his mouth, and walked sideways from the nurse. Seeing him leaving quickly, the nurse shook her head in confusion, and went to clean up the phone line.

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

"I'm not as free as you." Jonathan only paused for a moment, and then continued to spread the quilt. Schiller walked to the chair next to the table in the center of the room and sat down, looked at Jonathan with his head tilted and said, "Are you really Not interested?"

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

Schiller leaned forward and said, "He just found my office and got through to the intercom there. I cut the line and timed it. He should be calling again."

Jonathan pursed his lips and said, "Create a sense of ubiquitous surveillance? Is such an old-fashioned routine still used? Could it be the bumpkins in the metropolis?"

"Shh." Schiller made another "silence" gesture, and the two continued to stare at the phone. About 30 seconds later, the harsh phone rang.

Schiller counted down about five, then picked up the phone and said to the other side: "Hi, patient's family, I'm Doctor Schiller who is making rounds. Do you want the patient to answer the phone?"

After saying this, Schiller placed the phone receiver horizontally in the middle of the table. Together with Jonathan, he leaned his head over and listened to a pretentiously deep voice coming from the phone.

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

Jonathan immediately gestured to Schiller, meaning let me come, and Schiller gestured "OK" to him. Jonathan picked up the receiver and said to the phone in an aria-like tone:
"Marilyn! How are you? I really miss you very much. I really didn't expect that my family would be so opposed to our marriage! Every day I spent here, I was tormented by missing you!"

"Oh my god! Mr. Klein! Don't get excited. 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 other side revealed a hint of doubt.

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

"I'm sorry, the patient's family, the patient's emotions are too emotional! I'm sorry to interrupt your exchange of thoughts, but I have to hang up the phone."

"Finally, what I want to say is that your fiancé really loves you, goodbye, Miss Marilyn!"

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

And in a certain mysterious room, listening to the busy tone from the other end of the phone, a figure stood there in a daze, with a big question mark appearing above his head.

　mentally ill

　
(End of this chapter)