The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

Schiller tilted his head slightly, pursed his lips, and said: Well... there are indeed some additional clues, for example, Mrs. Das actually belongs to the Medusa family, and she has a son named Etrigen. The relationship between Belial, Madam Darth, and Etrigen should be an internal breakthrough.

Now, the clues are really finished. Schiller looked at Batman, and Batman looked at Schiller. After the two stared at each other for a few minutes, Schiller said again: ...there is one last bit , the me under Belial's hands is very difficult to deal with. He specializes in conspiracy, is good at hiding behind the scenes to disrupt the situation, and is better than long-term arrangements. However, he also has weaknesses. As for the specifics, you have to find out by yourself.

After finishing speaking, Schiller looked at Batman again, and Batman looked at Schiller again, and the two continued to stare. Schiller frowned and said with some dissatisfaction: You have to know, the two of us are one. People, I can't tell outsiders about my weakness...

Schiller sighed and said: Well, let's treat it as a gift for this psychological treatment. The weakness of the conspiracy is that he cannot be on the stage. If you can kill Belial, he can't be the king himself. Find another monarch, and if you kill the other monarch, he still has to find the next one.

Of course, you can also try to find him a monarch like your helicopter engine. In this way, if he wants to arrange a conspiracy, he must first convince his righteous and stubborn boss. He is not very good at persuasion.

Schiller was still staring at Batman, Batman was still staring at Schiller, Schiller pressed his forehead with his hand, and said: There is really no more, you are going to avenge me, why should I lie to you?

After finishing speaking, Schiller started pacing on the spot. He looked down at the footprints he had stepped on and said, I don't remember if I told you that this is not a trick for children to ask for sugar. You are here, shouldn't you Do you want me to write you a strategy to guide you on how to defeat myself?

You seem dissatisfied with psychotherapy. Of course, I know that you are dissatisfied with my teaching and treatment, but when we first met, what did I say to you?

Don't take my class, kid!

You chose the class yourself. The attention you paid to me out of curiosity made me bear an inexplicable curse, but I still taught you conscientiously, and even used my professional knowledge to teach you Psychotherapy...don't look at me like that, do you want to prescribe some medicine?

Although I have the right to prescribe, I have to remind you that I haven't prescribed any prescriptions for nearly ten years. If you are not afraid of death, I will send the prescriptions to Wayne Manor.

What a tolerant person I am. It can even be called repaying evil with kindness. You have to understand that my treatment method...

That's why I asked you, is your wound okay? Batman interrupted Schiller's babbling, looking him in the eye.

Schiller's pacing movements were obviously paused for a while, he looked at the spot, stabilized his center of gravity with one foot, turned around and hugged his arms, narrowed his eyes, stared at Batman and said:

Didn't you listen to me before? I've said it all. I will be taken away by the secret agents and captured by General Corruption. Having so many wounds is just a necessary part of my fusion.

So you won't be in pain?

Schiller was stunned again, or more accurately, he pursed his lips, looked at Batman and asked, What did you say?

You feel pain, don't you? Batman said, looking him in the eye too.

Schiller gave a very ridiculous smile, looked down, blinked, and said, Why don't you just ask me, 'Do you bleed?'

Schiller lifted his upper lip, bared his teeth, and looked into Batman's eyes and said, You know, I don't take that, I have no morals, I'm not going to be forced by conscience, 'God or man' question, right It doesn't make sense to me that you haven't found a good knife.

This is not a knife. Batman took a deep breath, looked into Schiller's eyes and said, I just want to know if you are in pain now, and how the wound is healing.

Schiller stared straight at Batman, and slowly uttered a word: Go away.

After speaking, he turned and walked towards the castle, and Batman actually followed, but Schiller ignored him at all.

Schiller went back to the end of the long table in the front hall and sat down, poured out the cold food on the plate, directed the demon behind him with his eyes, and asked General Rotten Heart to provide him with some new help.

Batman walked to the right side of the table and sat down on the first seat on the right. Schiller paused holding the fork, but continued to focus on the food on the plate.

You're feeling tense. Batman said in a deep voice, unnatural facial expressions, slight tremors in the limbs, tense muscles twitching, increased heart rate, rapid breathing...

I'd be happier if I could see these words on your test paper. Schiller said without changing his face, and he put a piece of meat cut into a perfect square into his mouth and began to chew.

Your chewing frequency has changed. Batman stared at Schiller's movements, and he asked, Your anxiety attack, why?

When I was with you, my anxiety attacks were frequent. If I were correcting your thesis at Arkham Hospital, Brand would be surprised why the drugs that suppressed the effects of anxiety disappeared overnight. Gone.

You've also become more talkative. Batman said, Heartbeat speeds up, nerves are excited, and blood flow speeds up.

After finishing speaking, he glanced at the movement of Schiller's hands, and then said: Followed by dry mouth and loss of appetite, the volume of food on your plate is now on average two-thirds smaller than before. If you don't want to eat, you don't have to cut it again.

With a sound of clang, Schiller's blade was carved on the surface of the dinner plate. He sighed and put down the tableware in his hand. Although his fingers were shaking all the time, he wiped his mouth with a napkin.

Schiller turned to look at Batman and said, As I said before, you are not suitable to be a psychiatrist.

As he spoke, he stood up and walked to Batman's side.

In the next second, Batman tilted his head, and a sharp table knife was inserted less than one centimeter from the side of his neck. Schiller released his hand, looked down at Batman, and said, I have already said that Well, you should immobilize your patient before starting treatment.

Schiller straightened his body, took a deep breath, and slowly walked back to the seat and sat down, grabbed the back of the chair, moved the chair forward, and took a new knife from the devil's hand , then looked at the side of Batman's neck and said:

You should understand that the knife that the agent gave me was completely within my plan. Guilt is your emotion, but it is my weapon. But in fact, this knife is not aimed at you. Constantine is my goal.

So, you don't have to feel guilty about this at all, and you don't have to try to pay more attention to me. I have already experienced the power of your attention.

Schiller seemed to relax. The anxiety attacks just now were completely gone. He kept eating the food on the plate. Batman stretched out his right hand and pulled out the knife on the left.

Why don't you believe that I really care about you? Batman threw the knife on the table and made a clang, and the movements of Schiller's hands stopped immediately, but soon, he It's back to normal, and Batman looks at him and says, ...heightened alertness?

You have autism and your own emotions are weak, but if you can become a psychologist, it means that you can still perceive other people's emotions, which is why you just had an anxiety attack.

Your logic tells you that it's impossible for me to care about you, but you're actually aware of my concern, right? Batman shook his head and said, This kind of sharp contrast even makes you feel like you're against Western Blue. Flower-like allergic reaction...

You think too much. Schiller replied without changing his face, and the two fell silent. After a few minutes, Batman suddenly asked: My concern or broccoli, which one are you more afraid of?

Schiller opened his mouth instinctively, but he didn't make a sound. Batman was stunned when he saw his mouth shape, and then he said in shock: ...the word you wanted to say just now is not broccoli? ?!!!

Batman took a deep breath, panted for a while, calmed down the shock, and then said slowly: You actually think that my concern is more terrifying than broccoli??!

Batman felt that his thinking was a little confused now, the absurdity of the whole thing was completely beyond his imagination, and he remembered the original cause of the whole thing.

Zatanna found him and invited him and Constantine to find the whereabouts of the heinous curse, and when he learned that Zatanna had the ability to travel spiritually, he agreed to Zatanna's request.

And the reason why he agreed was because he wanted to enter Schiller's tower of thinking and find out what Schiller was afraid of.

Next, they took a series of ups and downs in the room of Schiller's thinking tower, and finally came up with an answer that made them laugh - Schiller was afraid of broccoli.

At that time, none of the three people took this answer seriously, and Batman even felt at the time that this might be a joke that Schiller had arranged for them to make a fool of himself, just like that lunatic often did.

But what happened next was even more unexpected. Schiller was really afraid of broccoli.

A world-class psychologist, famous detective, criminal mentor, a lunatic who can thrive in a city like Gotham, and even lead the trend, such a person should have a deeper meaning when appearing in various literary works. , Weaknesses with special meaning.

Such as childhood trauma, such as emotional trauma, such as the scar left by an unknown crime story...

But in any case, it should not be an extremely common common vegetable-broccoli.

But Schiller was really afraid of broccoli.

After confirming this fact, Batman really has a feeling of irony. Reality is often more absurd than fiction, because reality does not need to talk about logic.

Targeting Schiller's weakness doesn't need to pay the huge price Batman imagined before. He can buy a mountain of broccoli for the cost of making a bat cape.

Batman originally thought that this was already outrageous, but just now, Schiller's instinctive reaction told him that the reality was even more outrageous than he thought.

Schiller is actually more afraid of Batman's concern than Broccoli.

In other words, Batman doesn't even need to prepare broccoli mountain, just prepare a mouth.

And when he realized this problem, the first reaction in Batman's heart also made him feel a kind of dizziness.

What he was eager to know, the answer to this question was ridiculously simple.

But what's even more ridiculous is that he's resisting using that answer.

One thousand chapters!