The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 1269
Some old record players played a brisk jazz tune. In front of the display cabinet, Schiller was cleaning a crystal sculpture with a piece of suede.

Although he was only doing cleaning work, his expression was very focused. From time to time, he stretched out his arms to take the sculpture away, appreciating it quite seriously, and accompanied the melodious tune, as if he was dancing with a non-existent dance partner.

"Schiller looks very relaxed." Hal frowned and said, "It's even more relaxed than when he was on vacation in Seaside City. Isn't the hot sunshine in Seaside City comparable to the rain in Gotham?"

"You can't ask everyone to adapt to the sun." Bruce said blankly: "Every day is sunny and sunny and every day is rainy, there is essentially no difference."

"Come on." Clark obviously disagreed with this statement: "Human beings are creatures of the sun, and the sun gives us energy."

"That's just you." Bruce turned to look at him.

"I also don't understand him a bit. The Batman in this world is difficult enough. If I run into him, I will definitely stay away." Constantine coughed twice and said, "But Schiller Seems like he's enjoying it, don't you see? He's enjoying it."

"It seems to be a little different." Clark touched his chin lightly and said: "When he left Gotham before, his mental state was not to mention how bad it was, and so was Bruce. After staying in my house for a while, Bruce got better, but Xi Professor Le seems to be getting more and more tired."

"Although it's only been a few days, I still feel that Schiller's mental state is much better than when he was in our universe." Clark shrugged and said the truth: "He is much more energetic."

"It may be a chemical reaction between some kind of mental patients." Lucifer's voice came.

"Have you ever thought that the relaxed and leisurely life that common sense thinks is actually not normal in Schiller's view." The sick voice also sounded slowly: "That's not the law of his life, maybe this is the way .”

"He fully understands your kindness, knows that you can get a lot of happiness from that relaxed life, and wants to share this happiness with him, so he never tells you that he doesn't actually like that kind of life." Greed He shook his head lightly and said.

"You guys have done the right thing in a crooked way." He said with a morbid and deep smile, "It sounds unbelievable, right? He likes this life of fighting wits with Batman. Since it's not painful, there's no need for it." Change is necessary."

"The question is, isn't Batman in pain?" Clark raised his voice and said, "Isn't he tired enough? Doing business during the day, patrolling at night, and fighting all kinds of lunatics every now and then, and now there's another lunatic God, who can come and save him?"

"Do you really think Batman is in pain?" With a morbid chuckle, before Clark could answer, he saw on the screen that Schiller had already walked to the door and opened it.

Appearing outside the door is Batman.

They have met several times today, but they didn't seem to feel tired. Batman came again. After he finished the first stage of patrolling, he arrived at Schiller's residence on time.

Schiller opened the door for him without any hesitation, invited him in sideways, and put the wine he had prepared on the table.

They sat down by the window on the first floor again, and with the reflection of the street lights in the Gotham River, everything in front of the window was reflected in a somewhat dull dark orange.

"It's hard for me to imagine that one day, I will have such a conversation with the greatest detective in the world." Schiller took a sip of sparkling wine, and the dense bubbles exploded on the tip of his tongue, no matter how Love traditional fortified wines, admit it's more palate-stimulating and refreshing.

Batman didn't pick up the glass, he just watched the wine in the glass quietly, and said, "I didn't expect that I would talk to other people about things other than the murder."

"Knowing that I might be a clown?"

"No." Batman gave a negative answer, and then said: "You are not a clown, you are not like him at all, you are not infinite chaos and madness, but still under control."

"It sounds like a curse." Schiller said without shame: "I admit this, but I must say that purposefully restricted madness may not be stronger than complete disorder, just like Batman always beats the Joker."

"'Always win'." Batman tasted these words in his mouth, then shook his head slightly and said: "If I tell others, I will definitely emphasize this point, Batman always wins." Win, but I know it won't scare you, because you know me better than I can imagine."

"How many times have you lost?" Schiller asked.

"It's more than you think and it's more serious than you think."

Batman's voice always fits well with all the music. Originally, his deep voice should be more suitable for major symphony, but if it is paired with brisk jazz, it doesn't look abrupt. It's a bit like giving jazz harmony up.

Schiller smiled slightly, and then said: "You may think, I'm going to ask you to give an example, but I can imagine what you did, you were too concerned about some rational things, or cared about winning and losing, Never give up and cause pain to those you care about."

"But this is not what hurts you the most, but that they returned to you after experiencing unimaginable pain. Although they didn't say it, they still love you and are still worried about your loneliness, so they are still with you you."

"That's why I said, you're not the Joker." Batman's blue eyes were hidden in the darkness, but bluer than usual.

"The clown wants me to laugh, but you, like every other therapist in the world, want their patients to cry."

"Crying is not the solution to the problem, but venting emotions and regaining motivation is, maybe this is also one of the ways to regain a smile?"

"You must have experienced it before you can express it so aptly, but what made you say it all so lightly? Is it the courage that ordinary people don't have? Or the kind of objective and rational kind that you and I have experienced , an indifferent third-person perspective."

"None." Schiller shook his head lightly and said, "If you can calmly look at your own and other people's scars, it's not indifference, but reconciliation with the guilt in your heart."

Both Schiller's and Batman's voices are slow and low, like hypnotic air, so the audience in the theater feels hypnotized, and their thoughts rise and fall with their every word.

Constantine focused, as if he wanted to hear how to reconcile with guilt. To some extent, he needed this kind of cheat the most, not only for what Schiller had done to him, he had too much to be ashamed of. People and things.

"Do you know why I studied psychology?" Schiller asked a question first.

The answer in Batman's head made him hesitate to say it, because it would seem narrow, but in the end he said, "To understand people, to understand what they're thinking, and to be wary of them."

"One of the reasons, but not the biggest reason."

Schiller shook his head lightly and took another sip of wine, and said, "As you inferred, I have hurt people close to me, and it was a direct injury, and the consequences were very serious."

"It was this incident that made me choose psychology firmly. I really want to understand the psychology of others, but more importantly, I want to know what makes people get rid of the most extreme fear of death. When you know that you may face harm, you don't run away, but wait where you are, like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered."

"Maybe you have never thought about what human beings will do when they face the fear of death, and what powerful instincts they will arouse. As long as people are afraid, they can do anything."

"People always say that human beings don't have fangs and claws like beasts, but in fact these deadly weapons are hidden in the human soul. If they want to resist, there is nothing that cannot be torn apart, especially in the face of death. A moment ago."

Batman was silent, but seemed to think of something, Schiller blinked and continued: "But when I made a move to hurt them, they violated their instincts, did not resist, and did not run away."

"Maybe it's powerlessness?" Batman said softly.

"You underestimate the potential of human beings. Think carefully about the images that flashed in your mind. Did the injured person really have no chance to resist? Or take a step back, he doesn't even have a chance to escape or retreat ?"

When this question landed, Batman had already got the answer, of course not, if he really wanted to escape, of course he had a chance.

"This kind of thing that violates their instinct is what makes me most curious."

"So what have you researched?"

"Love and hope."

"It sounds very corny," Schiller explained. "It's like what the main characters say to their offspring at the end of a prime-time TV show, but amazingly, the answers given by professionals are also the same. so."

"The victim's love for his enemy?" Batman seemed to disagree.

"No, hate doesn't turn into love. If anything like that, it's the aftereffects of abuse. I mean, the hope they have in their loved ones, that their loved ones won't let them down. They will definitely save them."

"But this kind of thinking only adds to the guilt that they were hurt by someone they loved who didn't save them," Batman said.

"But it is this kind of love and hope that makes them return to us, and at this time, that hope is still not extinguished. The injury he suffered did not make them despair, because they still treat us better And hope."

Schiller's voice, to Batman's ears, was a bit like a string, and the tremor when it fluctuated was a little disturbing.

"And the only way we can no longer live up to their hopes is to try to become better, but if we really can't do it, we don't have to force it, because those who can tolerate such harm and are not desperate, love you more than you. It's more noble than you can imagine."

"This kind of love does not require you to become their ideal, but simply wants you to be happy and happy. If you think you don't have to change, then don't change."

"They must have seen the pain caused by your inner contradictions and guilt. They would not want you to be like this, because they have already forgiven you in a more noble way, that is, to return to you."

"Your speculation about their hatred is completely narrow prejudice, you are trampling on their nobility, you are judging the heart of a gentleman with a villain's heart, and you are wasting their minds."

"enough."

(End of this chapter)