The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 1368 The Call of the Stars ([-])

Rocket Raccoon followed Schiller into the office of the director of the Arkham Sanitarium. He looked up and looked around, as if he was looking at Schiller's taste in decorating the room.

This is a rather large comprehensive space. After entering the door, you can see the large light-colored birch floor-to-ceiling windows in the reception area. The sofa near the window is a warm light coffee color, with some characteristics of modernist furniture. It is a black desk and rows of bookshelves behind the desk, but it shows some British retro atmosphere.

It's eccentric and messy, Rocket thought, but tasteful and comfortable, no doubt about it.

But that desk is a bit out of place—it's not about the style, it's just that the desk is a bit messy, with various pens and notebooks stacked together, as if it has just been dug out of a dusty warehouse.

As soon as Rocket Raccoon jumped onto the table, he tripped over two pens. He gritted his teeth, sighed, looked at Schiller and said, "You are so messy. As a doctor, you can't let Is your office kept to a minimum of tidiness?"

"It's very tidy here, at least until you come." Schiller glanced at the raccoon, and then at a piece of animal hair that had just fallen on the reflective tabletop. Rocket Raccoon followed his line of sight and stretched out his paw to scratch. Scratching his ears, he said, "You're right. I've been a little anxious recently, so it's inevitable that I'll lose my hair. Do you have any good pet shampoo?"

"You are used to using such self-deprecating jokes to lighten the atmosphere." Schiller put away the two pens, opened the drawer and threw them in, and sorted out the books piled on the side of the table, and said: " It’s not a good habit, you think your self-esteem doesn’t show in these areas and you don’t care. But over time, you become less and less sensitive to what hurts you.”

"What else?" Rocket Raccoon sat down on the table with his paws spread out, and said, "As you can see, I'm just a hairless raccoon."

"You are too negative, but this may be related to your experience of wandering among the stars for many years. All the lives you encounter are too different from you. You can hardly find the same kind. You are used to living among people. Getting kicked around."

Schiller took out another ballpoint pen, began to write and draw on the medical record, and said: "Your attitude now shows that you still have a little extra energy, and when this extra energy is exhausted, you will not be able to recover." It will become extremely aggressive, and you will no longer accept any teasing from anyone, and you will become hot-tempered and violent."

"Then, some words related to you will become your taboo, such as animal or raccoon, you just want to go crazy when you hear this word, and you can't restrain the anger in your heart. The most typical stress response after abuse."

Rocket Raccoon opened his mouth, and Schiller said before that: "But it's not your problem, you were transformed out of thin air, without any social education, and you can't find any similar ones to imitate, It’s frustrating to keep trying to fit in and not get the hang of it, and you start to doubt yourself.”

"Because I saved your life and was nice to you, so you still hold out hope, even lower your self-esteem to make fun of me and please me, hoping that I won't kick you out like everyone else , I really won’t do it, but your behavior is not the right way.”

Rocket Raccoon sat on the table, propped his cheek with his paws, shook his beard, and looked into Schiller's eyes intently.

"Behavior science is more like mathematics. Compared with the analysis of emotions in psychology, which requires empathy, behavior science needs more empathy. The behavior of intelligent life is a bit like mathematics. There is only one answer for the cause, performance and result. It’s a mistake and there’s no room for embellishment.”

Rocket Raccoon suddenly became a little overwhelmed, but he didn't even know why he was suddenly embarrassed.

"Since you can remember, no one has ever talked to you so rationally like me, without any surprise that you are a talking raccoon, curiosity about your bizarre life experience, and no curiosity about animals. Contemptuously, I'll even tell you some expertise that even less intelligent people can't understand."

"You don't know how to deal with this kind of situation. If you were a human being, I would judge you as not socially good, but you are not a humanoid creature. You don't have your own society, so it's normal to have no social skills."

Rocket Raccoon clenched his paws, smacked his lips, lowered his head and said, "What the hell are you trying to say?"

"What I mean is that most of your pain now comes from the fact that you want to integrate into the society of other races, but you are always incompatible. You first hate their indifference, and then hate your own race and identity, and then begin to deny your own. Personality and meaning, which are common 'outsider' symptoms."

"But the correct way to deal with it is that you have to find your own companions first, learn behaviors from similar people, build your own society, and then exercise your social skills in it."

"Companion?" Rocket Raccoon read the word in his mouth, he looked up at Schiller, and said somewhat expectantly, "Are you talking about you?"

"I'm not your kind, and I won't be." Schiller shook his head and said, he looked at the disappointment in the raccoon's eyes, but was unmoved, but said: "During treatment, patients often put too much Focus on psychologists, and hope that psychologists can understand them, care for them, and treat psychologists as their kind."

"But in fact, psychiatrists are not the same as anyone else. We just calmly identify problems, analyze them, and provide you with solutions. This is not because I like patients, but because of my duty."

"If you mistake this behavior for unique liking and think that you can find approval from me, then you are bound to be disappointed."

Rocket Raccoon lowered his head, his ears twitched, and said in a slightly contemptuous tone, "How heartless, Doctor."

"But you haven't listened to my advice."

"Isn't that a suggestion just now? It's the nonsense you said about finding a similar society to build a society?"

"Of course not, but don't take it as nonsense, I know it sounds a bit boring, like a big reason, but if you can be more patient and listen to the prelude, from my personal feelings, I will like you more Yes." Schiller reached out and touched Rocket Raccoon's head.

"Then what's your suggestion?" Rocket Raccoon's voice sounded hopeless, he shook his head vigorously, flicked his ears and said, "It doesn't sound like a good song from the intro, I don't think I'll like it .”

"You should find animals with the same intelligence as you as your partners, so that they can truly understand you."

"It's easy to say." Rocket Raccoon complained, and he muttered resentfully: "Smart animals, do you humans count? Oh, yes, you are too smart. Compared with these nonsense, the prelude just now is nothing. It's pretty sweet."

At this moment, there was a knock on the door, and Rocket Raccoon looked a little vigilant. He watched Schiller stand up and yelled at his back: "Obviously it's our private time, and you were very professional just now. Why can't it work now?"

While opening the door, Schiller made a silent gesture to him. After opening the door, there was no one outside.

Rocket Raccoon's eyes widened in surprise, and saw Schiller bent down and picked up something from the ground. When Schiller turned around, Rocket Raccoon only saw a yellow lightning tail.

"Long time no see, Pikachu, what's the matter? That group of Spider-Man dazzled your eyes, so that you don't even remember your old friend?"

Schiller hugged Pikachu back to the seat and sat down. Pikachu flicked his tail, shrugged his nose, and said in a funny voice on purpose: "Hey, don't mention it, a dozen Spidermen crushed me four times in a month." A game console, I have never seen so many fancy ways to die in a game in my life!"

"I guess, my little clinic has been destroyed and rebuilt several times, right?" Schiller rubbed Pikachu's cheeks with both hands and said, "Peter liked to pinch the controller after he made a mistake in the game, and the pieces fell apart. It's everywhere, and there are so many Spider-Man like him who don't know how strong he is."

"Isn't it! But I promise, it's very decent now, when will you go back and cook there? I want to eat scrambled eggs."

"Are you missing me or scrambled eggs?" Schiller said, rolling his eyes.

"Can I take it that you're jealous of scrambled eggs?"

The two choked at each other, and Rocket Raccoon standing on the table was completely stunned. He stared dumbfounded at Pikachu's rich facial expressions, exaggerated body movements and rhythmic rapping General intonation.

"Oh, my God, why is there a raccoon here?" Pikachu saw Rocket Raccoon standing on the table, he looked him up and down, and said, "This guy's face is so ugly that I thought he It was just stuffed an hour ago."

What did you say? ! "Rocket Raccoon raised his tone and said: "Look at your bright and dazzling fur and those two cumbersome long ears. I dare say that if you squat in the children's toy section of the supermarket, you will be killed by those screaming people in less than 2 minutes. The little monster bought it home to wipe his saliva! "

Pikachu jumped directly from Schiller's arms onto the table, walked up to Rocket Raccoon on his short legs, and spun in a circle with lightning speed. on the raccoon's nose.

"Ow!!!!!! Damn, you're screwed!!!"

"Let's see who is finished!"

"Bang! Boom!"

"Fuck-!"

Seeing the two small figures jumping up and down in his office, sweeping many decorations piled on the table to the ground, Schiller was not angry, but sat behind the desk, as if waiting for something.

Suddenly the door was knocked again, Schiller raised his voice and said "Come in", Gwen Spiderman pushed the door and walked in, and was stunned by the scene inside the door as soon as he entered.

But there is another small red and blue figure in her arms. Spider Pigman is a pig bitten by a spider. The famous superhero in the animal world yells when he sees someone fighting in the room: "Everyone!" stop!"

Seeing that Rocket Raccoon and the yellow mouse didn't have any intention of stopping, Spider-Ham snorted coldly, launched spider webs to stick to the top of the table, and kicked Rocket Raccoon who was about to pounce on him with a flying leg, and then punched him on the ground. Pikachu's cheek, and patted him against the floor-to-ceiling windows.

After Rocket Raccoon and Pikachu got up from the ground, they shook their heads in a daze. The three little animals looked at each other with surprised eyes, and they were all stunned.

"Okay, everyone." Schiller stepped out of the desk and reached out to pick up the pen that was knocked to the ground by Pikachu and Rocket Raccoon.

He knelt down and looked at the three little guys and said: "Although I don't have obsessive-compulsive disorder, if I allow some people to vandalize my house rudely, it must be because he is valuable. Do you think you are valuable? "

The three little animals swallowed their saliva in unison.Then he nodded vigorously with such a strength that he wished to shake his cervical spine.

Seeing them condescendingly, Schiller showed a satisfied smile and said, "Now, let's talk, can you do something for me?"

(End of this chapter)