The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 1440 Research on Manipulation ([-])

In Schiller's tower of thinking, the room of arrogance is large and spans two floors. The first floor is the living area and work area, and the second floor is the rest area.

Bruce often moves on the first floor, so he stepped into the door of the room with ease, kicked the carpet he had just stepped on back with his heel, so that the other edge of the carpet was perfectly stuck on the threshold, and then walked forward.

Before Schiller came to the bookshelf, he took out two books and put them on the table. He walked into his own workspace without looking back. After putting on his glasses, he flipped through a stack of documents while talking.

"I'm not sure why you suddenly became interested in psychoanalysis, but I have to remind you that psychology is a very young discipline, and the masters you know who started schools are not historical figures."

"If you expect the ancients to provide you with the wisdom of the ancients like the masters of mathematics and physics, then you are thinking too much."

"Are you one of them?" Bruce sat on the sofa, and then he saw that there were two cups on the coffee table, and the degree to which the remaining red wine stains in the cups dried up indicated that the previous person had just left, so he asked: " Before me, you have a guest?"

Schiller paused while flipping through the document, and said, "This has nothing to do with the subject of your coming here today."

"Who is he? Greed?"

"No, a friend from afar."

Schiller came over and put the pile of materials he found from his memory bank in front of Bruce. Instead of sitting down, he walked to the desk in the work area and began to tidy up the things on it.

Bruce narrowed his eyes, and he saw that on Schiller's desk were half-folded envelopes, stacks of neatly stacked letter paper, seals and candles for baking varnish, which proved that Schiller was giving someone a letter before Bruce knocked on the door. write a letter.

"What are you doing at Monsanto?" Schiller asked, smoothing the creases of a freshly folded envelope with his fingertips.

"Don't change the subject, why do you have guests other than yourself?"

"The dream world is a vast world, and anyone can come and go here. Maybe they suddenly discovered this tower during their journey, so they came in and sat around, and I happened to be free to entertain them."

"Another Batman?"

"Bruce." Schiller stood in front of the table, still pressing his fingertips on the envelope, but he looked up at Bruce and said, "I was happy that you took the initiative to ask me for study materials. There is still too much expectation for the enthusiasm for learning in psychology, which is like a sinking disease."

"Besides red wine, what else did he give you?" Bruce leaned on the back of the sofa, turned to look at Schiller and asked.

"Half a mysterious equation, do you want to see it?"

"No interest, that sucks."

Schiller cleaned up the table and walked out from behind the desk. He sat across from Bruce, but Bruce suddenly hesitated for some reason. He seemed to weigh in his heart for a long time before asking: "You tell him about Thomas?" Yet?"

"He should have seen it long ago."

"He sees everything." Bruce said, looking into Schiller's with those blue eyes. know."

"Are you accusing me of hiding something for him?" Schiller didn't look angry, he just put the two glasses aside so there was nothing between him and Bruce.

Then he leaned forward, put his forearms on his legs, put his palms together and said, "You can understand it this way, he is another me, and he should be your future self."

"Someone told me about this...can I get a glass of water?"

Bruce stood up, went to the cup holder against the wall to pick up a cup, then came to the side of the island, poured himself a glass of water from the jug, he didn't go back to the sofa and sat down, but stood on the side of the island In the back, it seems that the things on the island stand are used as a barrier to separate him from Schiller's place.

"In the future, I will be a lunatic with complete logic, just like you, and you don't want me to become like this, so what about him?"

Bruce put the glass down. He actually rarely spoke such a long paragraph to anyone else. It’s just that the countless high-spirited and opinionated debates in this room over the past few years have made him very accustomed to his own voice constantly echoing in this space. among.

"If he says he doesn't want me to be him, then he is regretting it, which shows that he is not completely self-consistent, and if he says he wants me to be him, then you shouldn't be so compatible."

"You have successfully found a loophole in logic again." Schiller maintained his original posture, turned to look at him, and said, "Like a good detective, as always."

"You are very interested in the way the two of us get along, but what I can tell you is that to some extent, this is the kindred spirit of two mental patients. Therefore, we will never get along like this one day, and we will never There is no such need."

Bruce saw that Schiller's gaze was still calm, just like when they discussed academic issues countless times, there was a vast ocean in those gray eyes, as quiet as if there would never be waves.

So Bruce also calmed down, looked at Schiller, and said: "You talk to him on an equal footing, but you always manipulate me. Compared with him, I seem to have less armor. What is that?"

"Why don't you go find it yourself?"

Bruce suddenly seemed a little irritable, and his action of putting down the cup became a little heavier, making a soft clang.

Schiller stood up, walked to the other side of the island, put his hands on the table and said, "I knew that I shouldn't have any expectations of your learning enthusiasm like a sinking disease. If I didn't give you a reminder before of."

Bruce looked up at him.

"But you really don't have to put a knife in your neck anymore."

Schiller poured himself a glass of water, and Bruce took a deep breath and sighed, as if impatient with what he said next, so he said very curtly, "First, then, then, finally I... ...I've said it many times."

"Well, I think you should try a different angle, like going from manipulated to manipulator."

"You should know that manipulating people is evil?"

"You're wicked enough."

Bruce paused for a moment, then suddenly laughed, his chest rose and fell rapidly, and then he looked at Schiller and said, "That's the only thing I'm better than him, isn't it?"

"It's also the most critical place." Schiller picked up the water glass, raised it to Bruce and said, "This evil comes from me, my honor."

"Okay, what should I do?"

Schiller shook his head and said, "That's the end of the hint, but judging from my shallow knowledge of mathematics and physics, the half of the equation that another Batman gave me may be related to some underlying rules of the universe."

Watching the back of Bruce hurried out of the door, Schiller smiled.

"So, it was you who hinted at Bruce from the beginning that he would make such a plan and put it into practice in a hurry?" Constantine said after listening to the whole process.

Then he sighs: "You're prodding him with another Batman? ... Well, our Bruce isn't completely innocent, forever young, never having a long memory."

"I don't mean to brag, but defrauding someone or coercing someone with violence is not the same thing." Schiller put down his glass, took another puff on his cigar, and said, "I like to show my cards."

"Then look at how other people, even though they have seen through your tricks, have no other choice because they can't control the emotions you provoked. Enjoy it, don't you?"

"Partially so."

"Too evil."

"It's only true for smart people." Schiller shook his head and said: "For stupid people who are not smart enough, there is no helplessness and entanglement, only happiness, such as that stupid girl Amanda."

"She never thought about the reason why she put me in jail, implanted nano controllers, and constantly offended me, but I still kindly provided her with strategies to subdue dangerous criminals."

There seemed to be some emotion in Schiller's expression about the rarity of a certain rare animal. He tapped his finger on the wall of the cup and said, "You know? For people who are stupid enough, relying on me is There is no need to pay any price, the mental pain that I often bring to people, as long as you don't feel it, it doesn't exist at all."

"For example, Amanda, she was eager to vent the pain and anger brought about by her own life experience on Elliott's head. I provided her with a strategy to put Elliott in a special detention cell for torture. She I just thought it was good.”

"I recommended Deathstroke to my colleague Bain for her, and she readily accepted my candidate. I said Gallardo would be a good bait, so she used the relationship within the FBI to take Oliver Gallardo, who escaped under the pursuit of the police, was thrown into the designated cell."

"During all the process, she didn't see any clues from any link, thinking that she had planned the strategy herself, and gained great satisfaction and happiness from this illusion."

Schiller showed a smile, pinched the wine glass with the pale knuckles of the other hand, took a sip of the wine and said, "This is what I said, fools love any savior they can count on, only wise people want to kill gods .”

"It's pretty good, isn't it?" Constantine shrugged and said, "It's not a bad thing to be manipulated and manipulated by someone who is much smarter than you. At least Amanda is happy now."

"Most smart people suffer from their own long-term vision." Schiller slowly exhaled the smoke, and said: "For short-sighted people, what will happen tomorrow is always a mystery, and they can naturally be full of happiness today. Focus."

"But the pain of a smart person is not unreasonable. Who can guarantee that tomorrow will be a good thing? If a stupid person has no use value when bad things happen, those short-term happiness will cost him ten times and a hundred times. "

Constantine raised his eyebrows. He drank the good wine in the glass like he was drinking cheap whiskey, coughed twice, and said, "You think Amanda will be revenged by Bruce? But in the end he heard When you hear your voice, you should understand that Amanda is just a tool."

"Of course he understands." Schiller stood up and went to the wine cabinet next to him to pick up a bottle of wine, which meant that the conversation was far from over.

Constantine sighed in his heart. As Schiller said, the manipulations from Schiller are clear cards, but people cannot refuse them. He wants to get up and leave now, but how can he refuse those private collections from Schiller? What about good wine?
Schiller took the wine and the wine knife and sat back on the sofa. He opened the wine knife and said, "In theory, Bruce doesn't need to care about Amanda."

"But it's a pity that besides being evil, Bruce's tolerance also comes from me."

(End of this chapter)