The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 2059 Knight Fright Night (Twenty-nine)

This move activated all of Jason's self-defense mechanisms. After trembling on the spot, he almost jumped out like a meerkat.

But soon he looked at Schiller suspiciously, because he did not read sympathy in Schiller's body language and eyes.

He often felt this sentiment in people like Schiller, including the Wayne family's personal physician, Batman's technical advisor, and occasionally Alfred.

It's so strange, Jason thought. Schiller wasn't here to hurt him, nor was he here to treat him out of sympathy, so what was he here to do?

So he stood in the stairwell and stopped, while Schiller took out a small square plastic bag from his pocket, with two small round pills in it.

"Tranquilizer, you're going to need it."

"Don't be ridiculous, Batman won't let me take drugs."

"It's not like any other drug on the market that's harmless to the body," Schiller explained: "There's almost no euphoria, so it's not addictive."

"Are you wrong?!" Jason almost roared, "You even convinced Batman to take me alone to an isolated desert island, and then the first step you took was Like the worst drug dealer to seduce me and numb my brain with drugs?!"

"It seems that I have to inform you of the necessity of doing this." Schiller sighed and took out another injection from his pocket.

Jason keenly noticed the scarecrow's mark on the injection. He looked at the injection with wide eyes and said, "Fear gas?"

"It was a concentrate, and I put it on my handkerchief."

Jason instinctively took a step back.

"It's not for you." Schiller shook his head and said, "I said, I have a need to do this, and the reason is not you. You should know that I have many opportunities to give you a shot directly."

"Am I surprised that you didn't?"

"It's not funny, Jason." Schiller shook his head helplessly and said, "If I want to torture you with fear gas, then I'm afraid I don't need Batman's consent. There's always a chance, right?"

Jason couldn't argue, because now the whole world probably knew that he was kidnapped by the Joker and imprisoned for a year.

He leaned on the armrest with some caution, grabbed the armrest with his other arm, turned sideways, and used the hand in front of him to pick up the package of small pills.

"God, if Batman sees this, he will definitely throw me into a drug rehabilitation center." Jason still took the pills.

"For the sake of caution, by the way, do you have any history of taking similar drugs?"

"I don't do drugs!!!" Jason yelled again.

Schiller laughed. It was obvious that this was another tease, but it was harmless. He emphasized: "This is actually a mixture. There is a certain calming component in it, but not much. It is mainly to match the other components."

"What's the effect?"

"You can be temporarily immune to fear gas, and it will not have any impact on your thinking and reason." Schiller comforted the gray fog in his heart, and then said: "It is secreted by a strange creature that drinks fear gas as wine. Resist enzymes, some sedatives, and very small amounts of narcotics, usually for neutralization.”

Jason seemed hesitant and asked, "Can I trust you?"

"Your wonderful gift for sensing collective emotions can also be used on me. What does it tell you?"

"That's why I feel strange." Jason looked confused. He took a deep breath and said, "It told me that you are a sheep. You are dressed more gorgeously than ordinary people. You usually walk in front of the sheep. , strong, learned, gentle, and an excellent savior.”

"Aren't I?"

"Usually it's impossible to convince Batman with someone like that. How do you walk up to him on all fours, talk to him with bleating sounds, and still make him believe what you're saying?"

Schiller finally showed his first sincere smile today, looked at Jason with smiling eyes and said, "I can do it, do you want to learn?"

Jason's Adam's apple rolled hard.

He stood on the second step of the stairs and stared at Schiller's back. Wool, wool, wool, sheepskin, mutton, and mutton ribs were all flawless. How could it be done?

It wasn't until Schiller's back disappeared from his sight that Jason turned around and walked upstairs, holding the two small pills in his hand.

Walking back into the attic, Jason discovered that the place was extremely cramped. Half of the room was covered by a sloping roof, which was very unsuitable for his tall body.

So he lay down on the bed, with the same sloping skylight in front of him, which made him feel better.

He brought two small pills in front of him and looked at them through the bag. He did not write down the dosage, but "2" could not be a coincidental number, either two pills at a time or twice a day.

Jason couldn't accept that he was affected by the fear gas, so he decided to take a chance. He also knew that even if it was some kind of drug, the dosage of these two tablets was not enough to make him addictive. There was no need for Schiller to use highly toxic drugs. He was poisoned.

So Jason opened the bag directly, swallowed two tablets at once, and lay on the bed thinking about this long night.

He didn't know when he fell asleep, but when he woke up, the shoreline at dusk was sparkling, gentle and quiet, and not as comfortable as Gotham.

Jason turned over on the bed, opened his arms, and sat up after lying motionless for a while.

To his surprise, his head no longer hurt, his hazy hallucinations disappeared, and the memories that flashed from time to time became very vague, almost like a normal person.

When he sat up, he was thinking about whether he had dreamed. He came to the conclusion that he had not dreamed, or maybe he had forgotten it.

Jason picked up the bag of small pills that had been thrown on the ground and put it back into his pocket. When he returned to the Batcave, he would use the most advanced equipment to test the ingredients of this stuff, hoping it was not a placebo.

As soon as he reached the stairs, Jason smelled a strong aroma. It didn't contain butter, so it wasn't that cloying, but it was enough to arouse appetite. When he went downstairs, he found that Schiller was already sitting at the dining table. He was drawing something on the paper with a pen. There was a sandwich next to him. The aroma was probably brought by the eggs scrambled with olive oil. .

Jason swallowed a sip of saliva. Perhaps it was a side effect of the strange parasite. He didn't feel hungry, but human appetite was uncontrollable.

"Are you awake? It seems that I have controlled the amount of medicine well. There is another sandwich in the thermos box next to it, and there are scrambled eggs in the pot with a green lid."

Schiller moved his chair forward so that his arms could better write. He said: "There is so much work to do, so I want to eat something simple. If you think this is not enough, there is something in the refrigerator." There are ingredients and you can make it yourself.”

"I'm not hungry." Although Jason said this, he still went to get the sandwich. It looked like a semi-finished product customized by a high-end restaurant. It used good ham and the tomato slices were also very fresh.

As soon as the lid of the pot was opened, there was a strong aroma from the steaming scrambled eggs. Jason really couldn't imagine how many high-quality chickens could lay such fragrant eggs.

He scooped out the eggs, put them in a sandwich, put the sandwich in the microwave, and while turning the button on the microwave, he asked, "I saw the basement door was locked."

"Yeah, I put some clutter in there that might trip you up, so don't go in there lately."

"Is this the kind of warning you said that as long as I violate it, I will definitely pay the price?"

When Jason turned to look at Schiller, Schiller also turned to look at him. Schiller shook his head and said: "First of all, this is not a warning, just an advice. Secondly, I never said that if you violate certain advice, you will definitely end up in trouble." Pay the price, my wording is..."

"You just embellish what you mean. You are all good at this." Jason sat across from Schiller with a sandwich and said: "Do you think every conversation between Batman and me is full of anger? In fact, it's the opposite. , many times he is sweet-talking, sometimes even gentle, and this is the real reason why I am not likeable in the Bat-family, it seems like I have failed him."

"You haven't changed at all over the years." After Jason took his first bite of the sandwich, he stared into Schiller's eyes and said, "It's not that a fence made of soft and expensive ribbons is no longer a fence. We have even Compromise enough to move within the fence and don’t ask for too much.”

"Has anyone told you this?" Schiller lowered his head and started writing again and said: "The biggest reason why you are incompatible with them is that there is an amazing revolutionary quality in you."

"I don't think I need anything revolutionary." Jason took another big bite of the sandwich and said, "I've made my choice. I didn't take the lead. I didn't take the lead in breaking through the fence. I chose to run out on my own. , I deserve to be picked up by a wolf."

Schiller shook his head helplessly, as if he didn't want to express his opinion on Jason's words, but Jason said deliberately provocatively: "You know I will go to the basement to take a look, right? I'll go tonight."

"You can't get in."

"You think I can't open the door?"

To Jason's expectation, Schiller thought very seriously for several minutes before speaking.

"Well, the basement door shouldn't be able to stop you, maybe I should try another way."

"If I said I wanted to know what your job is really about..."

"I can't tell you now." Schiller flatly refused him and said, "It's not a bad thing to do it later."

Jason frowned deeply. He felt that Schiller was lying to him, but there was no trace of lying.

But he still felt that this was impossible. There were too many weird things about Schiller, and it was almost impossible for Batman to choose such a person to cooperate, let alone give him any important work.

Moreover, it is still on a remote and uninhabited desert island, almost unmonitored and unable to be rescued, and it is still with itself.

Jason felt that his mind was clearer, but he still couldn't analyze what the problem was, but he knew that if Schiller didn't tell him, he would have to change other conditions.

"What can I do here?" Jason asked.

Schiller pondered for a moment and said: "As you can see, the decoration here is simple... It is very basic by my standards. There are no books or newspapers for you to read, and there are no discs or game consoles to kill time."

"I can leave..."

"You know you can't, and neither can I." At some point, Schiller had walked to Jason's side, put a cup of coffee in front of him and said, "Obviously this all depends on Batman."

"If Batman thinks so, he's totally wrong." Jason picked up the cup and said deeply: "You're making him think so, but in fact you have your own purpose."

"He thought sheep thinking was too easy for him to understand, so he missed some important parts, and that would be fatal."

"It's not that serious, Jason." Schiller sat back and said, "You worry too much. Even the claws you installed the day after tomorrow can easily break through my defense, right?"

"You made everyone feel that way, strong, knowledgeable, gentle, and what I didn't say but was extra important, harmless."

"But you are not really harmless." Jason stared at Schiller and said: "You have exquisite control and can accurately show a certain side of yourself to someone."

"I guess there must have been some unlucky person who thought you were covered in a layer of sheepskin. He deliberately peeled off this layer of skin, only to find that there were no devil's claws underneath."

"Then you become a recognized victim. You are so humble and easy-going, but you are so suspected. Coupled with your social status, you can easily expel someone from the center of the circle and let him be branded as unworthy. ."

"But I know that's only half of you. Even if this half is true, reasonable, rigorous, and flawless from bone to skin, it doesn't mean you don't have the other half."

"So this creates an invulnerable you." Jason put his hands on the table, stood up his knife and fork and said: "If they try to break it, they will only humiliate themselves. If they break it violently, you will get a meal." Feast."

"Amazing." Schiller exclaimed from the bottom of his heart.

(End of this chapter)