The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

It was another silent night in Gotham. In the deserted corridors of the hospital, there were only shallow footprints left on the tiled floor, telling the hustle and bustle of the day and the silence of the night.

In such a city that is always extraordinarily noisy due to gunfire, the hospital is still quiet, where the injured silently lick their wounds before they can face the danger outside again.

He held the doorknob of the ward door with one hand, and turned it lightly. The sound of the door opening did not cover the slight vibration of the instrument, and the paper was flipped. Le, said: What did the attending doctor say? How did the medicine adapt?

Schiller looked at the report card in his hand, and a piece of drug reaction data on it made him feel a little familiar.

Connors once told him what kind of data means that the lizard serum can take effect, and the good news is that this string of numbers happens to be included in the effective range.

Schiller came to the hospital bed and looked at Bruce lying on the hospital bed. Now, he has changed beyond recognition.

The burns from the warehouse fire hadn’t healed before, and they were splashed with chemicals, and then exposed to the wind and the sun. They were not fully treated, which led to further infection and deterioration of the wound.

What was even more frightening was that after he fell into the chemical dye bucket, most of the hair on his body had been corroded, and his skin had turned into a zombie-like rough surface.

This image is very frightening. After the epidermis has been corroded, the subcutaneous fat, muscles and tendons are intertwined. He has become the muscular man in anatomy textbooks, but it is even more terrifying than that.

Now Bruce no longer has that handsome appearance. His youth, strength, and beauty all disappeared with that fall, and his body became silent, like a bat stuck to a mousetrap, In order to take off again, he had to peel off his skin.

But neither Victor nor Schiller saw this appearance. Through this terrifying appearance, they saw the soul that was gradually awakening.

The powerful power emanating from it surprised Victor, and made Schiller silently draw a sign of the cross for another smiling bat.

May God bless him, Schiller thought, a Batman who laughs only after being infected by the clown virus will never be able to match a Batman who really wants to laugh.

Schiller subconsciously stretched out his hand and touched the side of his neck, and Victor followed his movements, his eyes fell between his fingers, and he saw that there was a shallow scar there.

Since Victor knew Schiller, he has always had such a scar on the side of his neck, which actually made Victor very puzzled, because he didn't think anyone in this city could hurt Schiller.

But Schiller never talked about it, as if it was not an accident that could be laughed off, standing in front of the hospital bed, Victor said again: Schiller, can you tell me what's going on? I don't think you'd be a student abuser, how the hell did Bruce become like that?

Victor, do you want to hear a story? Schiller stood in front of the hospital bed, looked into Victor's eyes through the soft light emitted by the spotlights on the top of the ward, and said, A story about arrogance and Stories of prejudice?

Schiller lowered his eyes and looked at the monster lying on the bed. He said, When Bruce came to report to school on the first day, he was far from being as strong as he showed, and it is still the same until today.

He has been relying on bluff to strengthen his confidence that he can complete the great cause of revenge. I don't like dealing with such people...

Victor thought for a while and said: Indeed, if a person is so paranoid that he can deceive himself, it will definitely evolve into a strong desire to ask others to cooperate with him. He must get too deep into the drama so as not to wake up.

I have a deep understanding of this... Victor said with a sad expression: During the most desperate days, I told myself that my wife must wake up, she must wake up, she must will recover.

If someone casts me a sympathetic look, comforts me, and mourns me, I will have the urge to kill him, because he is puncturing my illusion, and I live by this illusion .”

Schiller sighed slightly and said: At that time, I thought that my rejection of Bruce's behavior was out of my own emotions and a conclusion obtained after some rational analysis, but I didn't find that since then, some Something terrible happened.

Victor slightly opened his eyes and looked at Schiller, not knowing what kind of thing he called a terrible thing.

You should know that I'm not a native of Gotham, and since I've been in this city, I've been bored and bored.

And when Bruce appeared in front of me and asked me a question, I heard a series of laughter, and it sounded in my heart, but at that time, I didn't realize the seriousness of the problem...

Schiller paused for a moment, and then said: You may know that I have always suffered from mental illness, including congenital autism, and anxiety disorders caused by acquired causes, and I also have some obsessive-compulsive manifestations.

It was the first time Victor had heard Schiller admit that he was mentally ill, but he already knew it.

Schiller's daily behavior and habits are indeed somewhat abnormal, but in the city of Gotham, this is nothing, so it will not attract too much attention.

But Schiller seems to have been avoiding this fact, he is reluctant to talk about his mental state.

Victor can understand that no matter how good the theory is and how rich the experience is, doctors will not be able to heal themselves, because doctors are human beings with weaknesses, and they are unwilling to face their illnesses.

And now, for the first time, Victor heard Schiller talk about his mental state, which revealed Victor's long-standing doubts.

I don't know if you know anything about savant syndrome, but my mental world has been different from other people's for as long as I can remember.

Schiller tapped the guardrail of the hospital bed lightly with his fingers, making a crisp sound, and he said: Of course, I didn't know this until later. I didn't know until later that the spiritual world of normal people is chaotic and disorderly. completely different from mine...

They look at the memory, instead of going down the stairs, looking for the time stamp on the file, pulling out the folder and looking carefully, but using a more hazy and chaotic method, remembering what they have experienced , and some were even lost by them.”

Schiller squeezed the handrail lightly, and Victor captured the details of this movement. He said: If you really don't want to recall, then don't think about it anymore. Let's talk about other issues.

Schiller shook his head and continued: When I was very young, I used to see other children build blocks, and I thought it was very interesting, so for the first time, I used some memory fragments in my spiritual world. Build a block tower.

The tower was very small, rickety, and would collapse at the touch of a button, but in the days that followed, with nothing else to do, I tried repeatedly to make more blocks and build a taller tower.·

At that time, I was driven by instinct, I didn't know what it was doing, I just thought it was interesting, and I didn't feel the danger in it.

I just want a bigger tower, so I make more blocks to reach higher places, but I think, you should know, the blocks will collapse one day.

Victor understood Schiller's analogy. After all, he had also read Schiller's essay on the temple of the mind, so he asked: In your childhood, you built a tower of blocks that you couldn't control, and one day , that tower fell, what happened after that?

Schiller was silent for a long time. He said: Accidents in the real world did not happen on the day the tower collapsed. All of this was foreshadowed.

When I built the tower higher and higher, I found that I began to have a stronger memory ability, able to remember the details of every day, with a photographic memory, recited backwards, and because my spirit itself is not normal , I didn’t consciously cover up all of this.”

Victor had a bad premonition, and he asked, You have revealed your genius qualities, and then what?

Victor found that when Schiller narrated all this, he always paused for a long time habitually. He seemed to be trying to pass over certain parts of his experience, or to identify which ones could be said.

After a while, Schiller went on to say: The characteristics of most ordinary people who are different from this society will always be easily noticed. My life has changed. Originally, this is nothing, but in the building blocks After the tower fell, things got out of hand.

Have you lost your mind? Victor asked.

It's worse than that. Schiller looked down at his fingers and said, I'm just an ordinary person. The human brain has an upper limit, and thinking is always limited by the bandwidth, and it is impossible to expand infinitely.

I made the information I obtained into building blocks one after another. In order to build the building blocks higher, my personality climbed up the tower of building blocks, just to put the next building block on top.

If the building block tower represents all kinds of information I have obtained, then the ground represents my spiritual foundation, and obviously, my mental stability is not that high.

So, on a certain day, there was an earthquake.

Victor slightly exerted his fingers holding the notebook, he looked at Schiller, and didn't see any special expression on his face, but it was obviously not as easy as he said.

Turning these symbolic tropes into more immediate concepts makes the matter all the more terrifying.

A genius who was born with savant syndrome and possesses super memory and learning ability, and one day, the mental world completely collapses, and that may have many dire consequences.

The ground cracked, the tower collapsed, it doesn't really matter... Schiller shook his head and said, The important thing is that my personality fell from the top... and broke.

Victor was dumbfounded.