American Comics: Opening Guidance Batman

In the end, it was Batman who opened the door, and Schiller walked in behind him. After entering the door, there was a half-divided entrance. Schiller walked to the wall first, found the light switch, and pressed it.

With a "click", the light was turned on, Batman stood at the door and stared at Schiller's hand, Schiller walked into the house and looked around, and said, "You must be wondering, how do I know where you are?" There are traps designed, where there are none."

"I have doubts about the professionalism of a psychiatrist who can't cure my psychological allergies, and I have no interest in listening to you about how amazing psychology is." Batman interrupted appropriately, and explained what Schiller was going to say next. All blocked back.

He also walked into the room and looked at the situation here.

This is a somewhat messy house, the decoration is not luxurious, but the style is very unique, more importantly, various collections are placed in every corner, the style is not uniform, the placement is also very random, chaotic and cumbersome , just looking at it makes people think of what a headache it will be when tidying up.

Schiller casually picked up a modern sculpture on the table. Simply put, it is a mass of plastic twisted into a shape that most people cannot appreciate. Schiller gently blew on the ash on the sculpture and put The sculpture twirled in his hand, then returned to its original position.

The top of the living room is not the ceiling, but the patio in the middle of the second floor, which is somewhat similar to the shape of the Schiller Tower. As long as you stand in the center of the patio, you can see the situation upstairs. Schiller is standing in the middle of the living room. Some fugues.

"Are you going to open a psychological clinic here?"

Batman's question brought Schiller's thoughts back, and Schiller shook his head and said, "I only accept private appointments, do limited psychological counseling, and do not prescribe, there will be no signs here, and I can't hear knocking." Door knocks, guests not in the Yellow Pages are not welcome."

"The entire consultation process is kept confidential?"

"Yes, I follow the psychiatrist's confidentiality regulations and will not make any records or audio recordings without the patient's consent..."

"And memory?"

Schiller walked up the stairs slowly, the dull sound of leather shoes stepping on the wooden stairs echoed in the empty room together with his steady tone.

"Everyone who sees a psychiatrist will suspect that the psychiatrist will reveal his secrets or use them to threaten him. They usually ask me similar questions repeatedly during the first three meetings."

"You reassure them that you're safe, and you let their guard down with the professional skills you have at your disposal."

"Yes, like a murderer touches his victim."

"If they believe in you, you start to try to walk into their hearts and pry into their secrets and crux. You enjoy other people's secrets and ask them to pay more."

"Most people's secrets are worthless, dirty and ugly, and pollute the brain. They pay me to wash my brain."

"You hate them."

"No, that's not my motivation either. The depths that ordinary people's stupidity can reach are as deep as an abyss. There is no hatred for anyone in this world. Enough to hate all the idiots in this world, I am more inclined to Shut them out, out of sight, out of mind."

"What if they broke in?"

"At least not these days, because most people won't remove your shock device."

Schiller held on to the railing of the stairs, turned around and looked back at Batman and said, "You're not forcing me to show my flaws, you're just making me keep accumulating pressure, making me feel that as long as I don't pretend well, you will do it, come on Keep me in disguise longer, or preferably forever."

"It's the essence of what you do with criminals, a cloud that hangs over them, a bell that rings in their ears."

"Remind them that there is always a torch-like gaze in the shadows, watching their every move. The pressure makes them suppress their nature and have scruples before taking action. If he can pretend to be a good person for a lifetime, then he is a good person."

Schiller continued to walk up the stairs, and Batman's eyes followed his figure all the time, which was as deep as ever, but also rarely appeared focused and fascinated.

"Like you, I also made them fear, doused the flames of their evil nature with a basin of cold water, drew a fence for the evil that can never be completely eliminated, and became the bottom line in the deepest abyss..."

Schiller dragged on for a while, and Batman's perpetually squinted eyes widened slightly as he finished his last sentence.

"…and it works."

Schiller came to the second floor, turned his back to Batman, looked up at the bookshelf on the wall, Batman paused, and then said: "The phone next to the corridor on the second floor can reach my Batcave."

"How many houses like this do you have in Gotham for an alien like me?" Schiller asked.

"The extraterrestrial visitor I expected is not like you." Batman's tone was particularly straightforward: "It's not being thrown from a height of more than two meters, with your feet stepping on the soil of a foreign field, providing for yourself The way to feel safe is to take off the tie and reminisce about the killing process, and the way to regain reason is to think of yourself as a teacher."

Schiller walked to the sofa by the window of the reception area on the second floor and sat down. He turned his head and looked out the window and said, "Please sit down, I'm starting to miss my bottle of Chenin Blanc."

When Batman came up and sat down, he was holding a bottle of red wine and two clear red wine glasses in his hand. When his gauntlet touched the surface of the glass coffee table between the two single sofas, he faintly The force field formed by the electric current immediately caused the thin dust on the table to ripple away, making it brand new.

Schiller stood up and drew the curtains on Batman's side a bit.

Therefore, when they were sitting in front of the window, the light of the setting sun reflected by the river outside the window only shone on Schiller's body, and a smooth golden thread flowed out from the edge of the ups and downs of his profile, just like a suit woven into his body. like gold in it.

Batman poured wine into one of the two glasses, while the other was empty in front of him. Schiller held the stem of the cup, gathered his little finger and ring finger, and gently tilted the cup to Batman's side, Drank a glass with the air and then took a sip of the wine.

"I have been focusing on investigating serial murderers since a few years ago, but at that time, I was just solving a problem, that is, if the material needs of all people in the world are met, and the communist society provides for everyone equally, then How is society and the collective going to deal with these inherently lunatics?"

"Did you get the answer?" Batman said more frequently.

Schiller shook his head and said: "I'm an autistic patient, and I'm also a natural psychopath in the mouth of psychologists. I have also received professional psychotherapy, and my psychologist insists on a point of view. To be wiped out, and not necessarily to be wiped out.”

"These wolves hidden in the flock can't be distinguished when they don't show their sharp claws. It's not wise to spend effort to find them out. As long as human beings have newborns, this kind of hide-and-seek confrontation will last forever." If it continues, it will consume the lives of ordinary people."

"To control them." Batman continued: "Make them understand what fear is, make them scruples, and wear invisible shackles."

Schiller nodded lightly, his body was straight, only his waist was gently leaning on the low chair back of the single sofa, Batman also had the same posture, the light and shadow floating between the curtains floating gently, also once It fell on him briefly.

The river outside the window seemed to flow in along this kind of light. They clearly looked at each other across the bank, but they looked more like a pair of lonely shadows.

"It's not easy to establish fear for a monster who has no emotion or even no understanding of emotion at all. After years of treatment, my therapist managed to do this."

"I was ignorant and fearless, but he established a fearful image for me, so that my behavior, speech and speech can be controlled, and then I can talk about how to know, contact, and coexist with society."

"Unbelievable," Batman commented.

When the picture was fixed on Batman's face, Bruce, who was sitting in the seat, slowly widened his eyes, and a sickly low voice came from beside him again.

"Don't be surprised, it's broccoli."

In an instant, countless memory fragments flashed past Bruce's eyes, and then stopped in a document he had seen before.

That was in arrogant memory, what he saw came from the "emergency restriction measures" recorded in the archives of the Ninth Management Office.

"That's not just a joke." Bruce stared at the sick eyes and said, "Is it really surrounded by broccoli?!"

Morbid nodded very freely and said: "It's a bit funny and absurd, right? They can create a more terrifying image, even death and bloodshed, but it happens to be broccoli, which is harmless, like a scare child joke."

"Why?" Bruce asked.

Morbidly shook his head lightly, with a hint of reminiscence in his eyes, he continued: "When I was taken in and received psychological treatment, I was still very young, and the most critical problem that the doctor encountered was that he didn't want to abused me, but wanted to heal me."

"If your psychology score is a little better, you will understand how difficult this is. It is simply a fantasy. The process of domestication always resorts to violence. Controlling others will definitely involve abuse. It's even more so to build fear."

"Many fear-inducing factors built in human genes are related to violence, and violence is the most convenient way."

"But the doctor was quite forward-looking and believed that violence would not work and would be counterproductive. He proposed a rather idealized plan to control a madman in a gentle and peaceful way."

"He thinks the same effect can be achieved with hypnosis or concept implantation."

Morbid took a deep breath and said: "Actually, he was wrong. This method has no effect. The things he simulated in my mind were easily deciphered by me...I have never been afraid."

"This kind of thinking continued until a certain day, and UU Reading www.uukanshu.com's treatment still didn't work. They were divided into two factions. The other thought that there was no need to waste time. idea."

"I saw the disappointment in the doctor's eyes. Emotionally, I couldn't understand what he wanted, but fortunately, I still have a high IQ, which made me understand that he just needs an ordinary child in sociology. .”

"The next day, the first brick fell from the Tower of Thinking. I picked out the biggest and brightest piece from the countless pieces, and named it 'Arrogance'."

"Then tell him he's a normal human being allergic to broccoli."

Even if I am dead and buried, and grass grows on the grave, I will stretch out a hand from the dark grave and shout: I want to fill the pit! ! !

(end of this chapter)

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