The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 1255 Lonely Shadows in Pairs ([-])

"I think you are surprised by yourself in another universe. Before you saw him in person, you didn't have a good impression of him. You thought he should be stubborn, serious, suspicious and even manic, but he behaved Much calmer than you think, isn't it?"

The morbid tone is always very gentle, every word is very clear when it falls on the ground, and the protracted ending seems to be that this sentence is unwilling to leave the audience's brain.

This is so suitable for hypnosis and brainwashing, Bruce thinks, almost as flawless as instinct, and everyone else is like impatient sparrows against it.

"What do you think is the biggest conflict between you and Schiller? Is it your mental illness? The inconsistent part of your personality?"

Morbidly continued to ask questions, but he rarely expected Bruce to answer, but asked himself and answered: "Actually, this is not the case. The biggest contradiction between you two lies in the age gap and the difference in life stages."

"The pain and struggle caused by mental illness, and the sense of contradiction caused by inconsistent ideas are not the main problem. The biggest reason for the frequent conflicts between the two of you is that you are young, unstable personality, restless and wealthy. Aggression, simply put, immaturity."

"Of course, I'm not blaming you. By social standards, most people don't expect maturity from a college student. Boys will go through a long period of self-discovery before they settle down."

"The other self you see is not without pain or contradiction, but the extra calmness he has comes from his stability and maturity."

"He has already passed the period of self-exploration. Regardless of whether his personality is healthy or not, and whether his logic is self-consistent, the keen, fragile and susceptible spirituality in his youth will eventually be worn away. Although he will lose a lot of inspiration, he will also lose a lot of inspiration. It will become calm, majestic, and calm, which is the maturity recognized by sociology."

"Is it good?" Bruce asked, "to accept an answer for the answer's sake, whether right or wrong?"

"It's just two different paths." Sickness gave an answer that surprised Bruce, seeing Bruce's expression, Sickness smiled and said: "Do you think I will sharply accuse him of doing something wrong? ?”

"But in fact, it's all about the generosity of others. If you don't suffer from others, you can't persuade him to be kind, or even persuade him to continue to persevere. As long as he can accept the consequences, there is no right or wrong."

"Difficult situations make people desperate for stability and maturity. They will take the initiative to end their period of self-exploration in exchange for a stronger ability to handle affairs and integrate into society. This is nothing to blame."

"It's better to say that it takes a long time to be able to rebel at will, explore all the possibilities of oneself, make all the mistakes, and step on all the pits. Such talents are rare, and they are the enviable lucky ones."

"Most people realize in the process of paying attention to themselves that they don't have the capital to indulge in trivial fantasies. They can only break free and force themselves to face the pressure of reality."

Bruce sat silently on the chair, he felt that he should change his point of view and look at another self.

After realizing that his mental condition was worrisome, Bruce had no hope for his peers in other universes. He could fully imagine how troublesome his troublesome mental illness would be when it developed to an advanced stage.

He also couldn't wait to see how this lunatic professor with superb medical skills would face such a terminally ill lunatic Batman.

Bruce had to admit that he had inherited some of the professor's traits, that he had some embarrassing, unspeakable expectations of seeing his other self unlucky.

But now he found that the conflict between the mature Batman and the professor didn't seem so intense.

But this is also in line with common sense. When people are of the same age group and have similar life stages, it is easier for people to understand each other, or even if they do not understand, they will not take aggressive measures to solve all problems.

It's like saying "everyone is an adult" can sum up most social interactions. It's not that there is no confrontation, but this kind of confrontation will be more secretive and elegant than conflicting with each other until the blood is broken, such as the undercurrent of the abyss, the undercurrent surge.

"You always have to learn to be decent, and show respect to others."

The low and gentle ending of the morbid sounded again, and the didactic meaning mixed in the tone was completely overwhelmed by the gentle and gentle tone, like a knife wrapped in honey.

"Hatred will make a boy grow into a man prematurely, and what he is taught is not anger and violence, but tolerance and restraint."

"Only by condensing all the blood rushing to the head and gathering all the strength put on the fist can we sharpen a knife in the chest and deal a fatal blow to the enemy when necessary, while remaining unscathed and still able to maintain Elegance, from the two levels of spirit and body, to obtain the most honorable victory...

"... instead of hurting both sides, what do you think?"

Bruce turned his head and looked into sick eyes and said, "So in your opinion, Arrogance is also a boy?"

Morbidly shook his head and said, "Are you referring to the process of the two of you hurting each other? He was just like this when facing you."

"why?"

"Because you are not his enemy, but his student."

Accompanied by the conversation between the two, the huge screen in front of them went dark at some point, and when the light appeared again, what appeared in front of them was the ceiling of the hospital.

This ceiling made Bruce feel a little familiar. He remembered seeing such a ceiling when he was pretending to be a gangster and trying to find clues.

"Arkham Asylum?" Harry's slightly surprised voice confirmed Bruce's speculation.

In the slightly old ward, Schiller looked down at his crumpled suit, and slowly narrowed his eyes. He was stunned for a moment just as he sank down, then shook his head and said: "... very Okay, I can't enter the palace of thinking, greedy, you wait for me."

After speaking, he raised his head and looked around the room, and then found a bell in the drawer of the somewhat faded bedside table.

Schiller took out the bell and shook it, and the crisp sound echoed in the room. After a while, a nurse came in and said impatiently, "What's the matter?"

"Could you bring me a clean suit? Thanks."

"There are no clean clothes here." The nurse rolled her eyes and said, "Don't even think about following me to the laundry room or warehouse, and then kill me, I will call Batman over!"

"I just wanted to clean myself up," Schiller explained.

"Make up your own mind."

The nurse closed the door with a "bang", and Schiller sighed, then sat on the edge of the bed and maintained this posture until it was dark.

As expected, Schiller saw a black figure with pointed ears in the corner illuminated by the indoor lights.

"You brought me a set of clothes." Schiller turned his head to look at the black shadow by the window and said, "Throw me here on purpose, order the nurse to treat me rudely, and then treat me with dignity and decency." kindness."

"You understand that the best way to save a perfectionist personality disorder with obsessive-compulsive disorder is to satisfy their cleanliness... What do you want from me?"

Batman put a suitcase on the table next to him, and with his fingers covered in leather gloves, he opened the delicate lock on the box,

Inside the box was a neat suit that Schiller knew without even looking at it, made exactly to his size, with ties all ironed.

Batman was silent, he just stretched out his hand slightly forward and made a "please" gesture. He didn't put forward conditions because he knew that the person in front of him couldn't refuse.

Sure enough, Schiller still stood up. He stretched out a hand and gently touched the fabric of the clothes. The soft touch did not meet the dress requirements for a straight suit, but Schiller knew very well that this is the best suit. The tightness and fit of the best fabrics should come from tailoring, not stiff fabrics.

Schiller lowered his eyes, and it was difficult to restrain the smile on the corner of his mouth. Batman is the soul mate of every criminal. He hates them, so he knows them very well, so he can easily satisfy them.

Finally, Schiller picked up his clothes and went to the bathroom next to the ward.

Thanks to this old mental hospital built by Europeans, the bathroom space is not cramped, and it has been cleaned in advance, and the air is very dry, which makes the process of changing clothes not only smooth, but also a little comfortable .

"It's over." Constantine covered his eyes and said, "To some extent, he understands Schiller best, especially in terms of taste in various things."

Although Constantine is sloppy and looks like a tramp, that is just his attitude towards life. As a traditional Englishman, he is like all British people, a little indifferent, not very friendly, but very pursuing grade.

This type of personality is hard to please, because they are very critical and scoff at all aesthetics that don't match their brainwaves, no matter how popular they are.

But when they really meet a companion with the same taste, they will regard it as a treasure, and deeply understand how rare it is to have a person with the same taste, so they are willing to make concessions, and even make concessions again and again.

"Schiller saw Batman's tricks." Bruce said as if talking to himself: "Deliberately throw him in a mental hospital, deliberately lock him in an old and small room, deliberately make the nurse Taunting him and then helping him by playing the good guy, Schiller pointed that out, but Batman wasn't surprised."

"Is he keeping his face to the mistakes, or is it a trick to show his cards? How did he know? Schiller will not be angry at the unreasonable actions in the first half, but will really accept his overtures?"

"Have you paid attention to that dress?" A sick reminder sounded at the right time.

Bruce squinted his eyes slightly, and he saw, on the screen, Schiller came out wearing a new suit. The suit on him fit surprisingly well. It was by no means a ready-made product, it must have been custom-made.

Bruce also has a good taste in suits, so it can be seen that everything from fabrics to tailoring to layout is suitable for Schiller's temperament. This is an aesthetic value that is easy to appreciate. The expression of taste is very straightforward, and the emotion is also straight from the heart. .

"He can see what type of person Schiller is, just from the side he saw last night." Bruce touched his chin and continued: "By the way Schiller straightens his tie, he can see his obsessive-compulsive disorder and perfectionism The cleanliness brought about by his tendency, based on his dress, guessed his aesthetic tendency, and comprehensively judged how to appease Schiller."

"One more thing." Morbid said again: "Since you have seen that the nurse is Batman's person, you should think that Batman will learn from the nurse that Schiller only expects a set of clean clothes , even hospital gowns.”

"Then, an aesthetically tailored suit would be an unexpected surprise, not in terms of cost and beauty, but in the satisfaction of exceeding expectations. This is human nature, and Batman is exploiting this nature."

"Does Schiller know this?" Bruce asked.

"Of course he knew, the nurse told him directly."

Bruce froze for a moment, then remembered that the last thing the nurse said before she left was "I'll tell Batman", that is, the nurse told Schiller directly that I was sent by Batman.

"So, it's a clear card from the beginning to the end?" Bruce put his finger on his forehead and said, "From ridicule to flattery, the two of them knew it well, but neither of them said it."

"Schiller solves the predicament of indecent dressing, Batman achieves the purpose of beneficence, it seems to have won, Schiller owes Batman a favor, Batman knows that he may be a criminal, but also gives him gifts, it seems lost."

Bruce took a deep breath, turned his head to look at him sickly, laughed twice, and said, "This is the world of adults, it's scary, isn't it?"

"Everything seems to be on the bright side, but the complicated meanings seem to be hidden in the dark. Everyone understands, but no one talks about it. Everyone is communicating carelessly, and they are all reading each other's passwords and passwords. cipher, or figuring out who can read your cipher.”

"Regarding the other party as a close friend, but also seeing the other party as a sworn enemy, rubbing honey on the other party's lips with a finger, and pulling out a knife while kissing."

"The bloodshed is about to end." Morbid leaned his body to the side where Bruce was, staring at him from above his eyes diagonally and said:

"Violent resistance to patriarchy and power is not the end, but the beginning. It will be your turn soon. How does it feel?"

"I have a headache." Bruce said bluntly.

Morbid continued to smile heavily, looked at Bruce with smiling eyes and said:

"If you feel a headache, you don't have to accept it. Not everyone has to grow up. It's good to be a boy, isn't it?"

Bruce pursed his lips, turned his head to glance at the sickness, then turned his head back and said, "I feel fine."

(End of this chapter)