Chapter 1266: A Pair of Lonely Figures (VI)

Finally, Batman opened the door, and Schiller followed him in. After entering, there was a semi-divided entrance hall. 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 at the surrounding situation, and said: "You must be curious, how do I judge whether you are in the house or not?" Where traps are designed and where they are not.”

"I have doubts about the professionalism of a psychiatrist who can't cure his allergic symptoms, and I have no interest in listening to you talk about how amazing psychology is." Batman interrupted appropriately, explaining 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 styles are not uniform and the placement is very random. It is confusing and cumbersome. , one look at it reminds people of how much of a headache it will be when tidying up.

Schiller casually picked up a modern sculpture on the table. Simply put, it was a ball of plastic twisted into a shape that most people could not appreciate. Schiller gently blew the dust off the sculpture. , turned the sculpture in his hand, and then put it back in its original position.

The top of the living room is not the ceiling, but the patio in the center of the second floor, which is somewhat similar in shape to Schiller's tall tower. You can see what's going on upstairs just by standing in the center of the patio. Schiller is standing in the middle of the living room. Some are wandering far away from home.

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

Batman's question brought Schiller back from his thoughts. Schiller shook his head and said: "I only accept private appointments, do limited psychological counseling, and do not write prescriptions. There will be no signs here, and I can't hear any knocks." Door knock, guests who are not on the phone yellow pages are not welcome.”

"Is the consultation process confidential?"

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

"What about memories?"

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

"Everyone who comes to see a psychiatrist suspects that the psychiatrist will reveal his secrets or use secrets to threaten him. They usually ask me similar questions repeatedly in the first three meetings."

"You reassure them that you are safe and use your expertise to lower their guard."

"Yes, like a murderer touching his victim."

"If they believe you, you start to try to get 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, polluting their brains. What they pay me is the fee for cleaning my brain."

"You hate them."

"No, this is not my motive. The depth that ordinary people's stupidity can reach is like an abyss that will never bottom out. There is no hatred for anyone in this world. I am more inclined to hate all the idiots in this world. Keep them out, out of sight, out of mind.”

"What if they break in?"

"At least not these days, since most people won't take your stun device off."

Schiller held on to the railing of the stairs, turned and looked back at Batman and said, "You are not forcing me to reveal my flaws, you are just making me continue to accumulate pressure, making me feel that as long as I don't pretend well, you will take action. Come on." Make me pretend longer, or preferably forever."

"This is the essence of how you deal with criminals, to be a dark cloud hanging over criminals' heads and a bell ringing in their ears."

"Remind them that there is always a burning gaze in the shadows, watching their every move. The pressure makes them suppress their nature and be cautious 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 him all the time. They were as deep as ever, and also contained a concentration and fascination that rarely appeared.

"Just like you, I have also made them fearful, used a basin of cold water to extinguish the flames of their evil nature, drawn a barrier for the evil that can never be completely eliminated, and served as the bottom line in the deepest part of the abyss..."

Schiller trailed off, and when he finished his last sentence, Batman's permanently narrowed eyes widened slightly.

“…and it works.”

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

"How many houses like this have you prepared in Gotham to deal with extraterrestrial visitors like me?" Schiller asked.

"The extraterrestrial visitor I expected was not someone like you." Batman's tone was particularly straightforward: "It was not someone who was thrown from a height of more than two meters, with his feet stepping on the soil of a foreign field, to provide for himself. The way to feel safe is to take off your tie and reminisce about the process of killing, and the way to regain your sense is to think that you are still a teacher.”

Schiller walked to the sofa next to the window in the reception area on the second floor and sat down. He turned to look 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 held a bottle of red wine and two beautifully shaped and clear red wine glasses in his hands. When his hand armor touched the surface of the glass coffee table between the two single sofas, the force field formed by the weak electric current instantly made the thin dust on the table spread and become brand new.

Schiller stood up and pulled the curtains on Batman's side a little higher.

So, when they sat 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 the edge of his ups and downs of his side face showed a smooth arc of gold line, just like the gold woven into his suit.

Batman poured wine into one of the two glasses, and the other was empty in front of him. Schiller held the foot of the glass, put his little finger and ring finger together, gently tilted the glass to Batman's side, drank a cup with the air, and then raised his head to drink a sip of wine.

"I have been focusing on investigating serial killers for several years, but at that time, I was just solving a problem, that is, if the material needs of all people in this world are met, and the communist society provides for everyone equally, then how should society and the collective deal with these natural lunatics?"

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

Schiller shook his head and said, "I am an autistic patient, and I am also a natural pervert in the eyes of psychologists. I have also received professional psychological treatment, and my psychologist insists on the view that natural lunatics cannot be eliminated, nor do they need to be eliminated."

"These wolves hidden in the flock cannot be distinguished until they show their claws. It is not wise to spend effort to pull them out. As long as humans have newborns, this hide-and-seek confrontation will continue forever, and it consumes the lives of ordinary people."

"We need to control them." Batman continued, "Let them understand what fear is, make them cautious, and put on invisible shackles."

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

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

"For a monster who is indifferent to emotions or even completely does not understand emotions, it is not easy to establish fear. After years of treatment, my psychiatrist successfully did this."

"I was ignorant and fearless, but he established an image of fear for me, so that my behavior and words can be controlled, and then we can talk about how to know, contact, and coexist with society."

"It's hard to imagine." Batman commented.

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

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

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

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

"That's not just a joke." Bruce stared at Morbid's eyes blankly and said, "Is it really a circle made of broccoli?!"

Morbid nodded very freely and said, "It's a bit funny and a bit absurd, right? They could have created a more terrifying image, even death and blood, but it was broccoli, which has no lethality, like a joke to scare children."

"Why?" Bruce asked.

Pathological shook his head slightly, with a trace of reminiscence in his eyes, and then said: "When I was taken in and received psychological treatment, I was still very young, and the most critical problem that doctor encountered was that he didn't want to abuse me, but wanted to cure me."

"If your psychology grades were a little better, you would understand how difficult this is. It's simply a fantasy. The process of domestication always requires the use of violence. Controlling others will definitely involve a process of abuse, and building fear is even more so."

"Many factors that induce fear in human genes are related to violence. 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 idealistic plan to control a madman in a gentle and peaceful way."

"He believes that taking Hypnosis or concept implantation can also achieve the same effect. "

Sick took a deep breath and said: "In fact, he was wrong. This method has no effect. The things he simulated in my mind were easily cracked by me... I have never been afraid." "This idea continued until one day, the treatment was still ineffective, and they were divided into two factions. The other faction believed that there was no need to waste time. To be precise, this is what most people think. "

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

"The next day, the first brick of the thinking tower fell. I picked out the largest and brightest one from countless fragments and named it "Arrogance". "

"Then tell him he's just a normal guy who's allergic to broccoli."