Chapter 1262: A Pair of Lonely Figures (Part 2)

Chapter 1255: Lone Shadows in Pair (2)

"I think you were surprised by yourself in another universe. Before you saw him in person, you didn't have a good impression of him. You thought he should be stubborn, serious, suspicious or even manic, but he behaved like this. It's much calmer than you think, isn't it?"

Morbid's tone is always very gentle, and every word is very clear when it falls on the ground. The long tail sound is as if the sentence itself does not want to leave the listener's brain.

This is really suitable for hypnosis and brainwashing, Bruce thought, it's as flawless as instinct, making everyone else look like impatient sparrows.

"What do you think the biggest conflict between you and Schiller comes from? Is it your mental illness? The inconsistent part of your personality?"

Illness continued to ask questions, but he rarely expected Bruce to answer. Instead, he asked and answered himself: "Actually, that's not the case. Your biggest contradiction lies in the age gap and different life stages."

"The pain and struggle caused by mental illness and the conflict caused by inconsistent ideas are not the main problems. The biggest reason why you two have frequent conflicts is that you are very young, have an unstable personality, are restless and wealthy. Aggression, simply put, is immature."

"Of course, this is not to blame you. Judging from social standards, most people will not ask a college student to be mature. Boys will go through a long period of self-exploration before they can stabilize."

"The other self you see is not without pain or contradictions, but the extra calmness he has comes from his stability and maturity."

"He has long gone through the period of self-exploration. Regardless of whether his personality is healthy or not, and regardless of whether his logic is self-consistent, the keen, fragile and susceptible spirituality of his youth will eventually be worn away. Although he will lose a lot of inspiration, he will also lose a lot of inspiration. You will become calm, dignified, and calm, which is what sociology recognizes as maturity.”

"Is it good?" Bruce asked, "to accept an answer just for the sake of the answer, regardless of whether it's right or wrong?"

"These are just two different roads." Illness gave an answer that surprised Bruce. Looking at Bruce's expression, Illness smiled and said, "Do you think I would sharply accuse him of doing it wrong? ?”

"But in fact, it is completely to express the generosity of others. Without going through the suffering of others, you cannot persuade them to be kind, or even persuade them to continue to persevere. As long as they can accept the consequences, it does not matter what is right or wrong."

"Difficult situations will make people urgently need stability and maturity. They will take the initiative to end their period of self-exploration in exchange for a stronger ability to handle affairs and integrate into society. There is nothing reproachful about this."

"Rather, it would be better to say that people who can rebel at will, explore all their own possibilities, make all mistakes and step on all pitfalls over a long period of time are rare and enviable lucky ones."

"Most people realize in the process of paying attention to themselves that they do not have the capital to indulge in trivial fantasies. They can only forcefully break away and force themselves to face the pressure of reality."

Bruce sat in silence on the chair. He felt that he should change his perspective and see his other self.

After realizing that his mental condition was worrying, Bruce had little hope for peers in other universes. He could fully imagine how troublesome it would be for his difficult mental illness to develop into the later stages.

He also couldn't wait to see how this crazy professor with superb medical skills would face off against such a terminally ill lunatic Batman.

Bruce had to admit that he inherited some of the professor's traits, and he had some shameful and unspeakable expectations about seeing his other self unlucky.

But now he discovered that the conflict between the mature Batman and the professor didn't seem so intense.

But this is also consistent with common sense. When people are of the same age group and at similar life stages, it is easier for people to understand each other, or even if they do not understand, they will not take aggressive measures to solve all problems.

Just like "Everyone is an adult" can sum up most social interactions. It's not that there are no confrontations, but rather than conflicting with each other to the point of bloodshed, this kind of confrontation will be more secretive and elegant, like the undercurrent of an abyss. surge.

"You always have to learn to be decent and give dignity to others."

The low and gentle ending of the sick voice sounded again, and the preaching tone in the tone was completely covered by the gentle and gentle tone, like a knife covered in honey.

"Hatred will make a boy grow into a man prematurely. What is taught to him is not anger and violence, but tolerance and restraint."

"Only by condensing all the hot blood rushing to the head and gathering back all the strength put on the fist, can one sharpen a knife in the chest and deliver a fatal blow to the enemy when necessary, while still being unscathed and still able to maintain his integrity. Elegance, from both the spiritual and physical levels, achieves the most honorable victory...

"...Instead of losing both sides, what do you think?"

Bruce turned to look sickly in the eyes and said, "So in your opinion, Pride is a boy too?"

Ill shook his head and said, "Are you referring to the process of the two of you hurting each other? He only acted like this when facing you."

"Why?"

"Because you are not his enemy, but his student."

As the two talked, the huge screen in front of them went dark at some point, and when it was lit again, the ceiling of the hospital appeared in front of them.

This ceiling made Bruce feel familiar. He remembered that he had seen such a ceiling when he was dressed as a gangster boss and wanted to find clues.

"Arkham Asylum?" Harley's slightly surprised voice confirmed Bruce's speculation.

In the slightly old ward, Schiller looked down at his wrinkled suit and slowly narrowed his eyes. He was stunned for a moment when he just calmed down, then shook his head and said: "... Very good, I can't enter the Hall of Thought, Greed, you wait for me."

After that, he raised his head and looked around the room, and then found a bell in the drawer of the bedside table with some paint peeling off.

Schiller took out the bell and shook it. The crisp sound echoed in the room. After a while, a nurse came in and said impatiently, "What's the matter?"

"Can you help me get a set of clean clothes? Thank you."

"There are no clean clothes here." The nurse rolled her eyes and said, "Don't even think about following me to the laundry room or the warehouse and then killing me. I will call Batman!"

"I just want to clean myself." Schiller explained.

"Find a way yourself."

The nurse closed the door with a "bang". Schiller sighed, then sat by the bed and maintained this posture until dark.

As expected, Schiller saw a dark shadow with pointed ears in the corner illuminated by the indoor light.

"You brought me a set of clothes." Schiller turned his head and looked at the shadow by the window and said, "You deliberately left me here, ordered the nurse to treat me rudely, and then showed me kindness with dignity and decency."

"You know, the best way to save a person with obsessive-compulsive perfectionist personality disorder is to satisfy their cleanliness... What do you want from me?"

Batman put a suitcase on the table next to him, and then opened the delicate lock on the box with his fingers covered with leather gloves.

Inside the box was a clean and tidy suit. Schiller knew without even looking at it that it was completely customized according to his size, and the tie was ironed.

Batman was silent. He just stretched his hand forward slightly and made a "please" gesture. He didn't put forward any conditions because he knew that the person in front of him couldn't refuse at all.

Sure enough, Schiller stood up. He stretched out a hand and gently touched the fabric of the clothes. The soft touch did not meet the dress requirements of a suit, but Schiller knew very well that this was the best fabric for a suit. Tightness and fit should come from tailoring, not stiff fabric.

Schiller lowered his eyes, and it was difficult to restrain the smile on his lips. Batman was the soul mate of every criminal. He hated them, so he understood them very well, so he could easily satisfy them.

In the end, Schiller picked up his clothes and went to the bathroom next to the ward.

Thanks to the fact that this old mental hospital was built by Europeans, the space in the bathroom was not cramped, and it had been cleaned in advance. The air was very dry, which made the process of changing clothes not only smooth, but also comfortable.

"It's over." Constantine covered his eyes and said, "To some extent, he can understand Schiller best, especially in terms of taste for various things."

Although Constantine was sloppy and looked like a tramp, that was just his attitude towards life. As a traditional British, he was like all British people, slightly indifferent, not very friendly, but very pursuing taste.

This type of personality is difficult to please, because they are very picky and sneer at all aesthetics that don't match their brain waves, no matter how popular they are.

But when they really meet a companion with the same taste, they will treat him as a treasure, deeply understand how rare it is to have a person with the same taste, so they are willing to make concessions, even repeatedly.

"Schiller saw Batman's means." Bruce said as if talking to himself: "Deliberately throw him into a mental hospital, deliberately lock him in an old and small room, deliberately let the nurse ridicule him, and then play the role of a good person to help him. Schiller pointed this out, but Batman was not surprised."

"Is he indifferent to the mistake, or is it a deliberate plan? Why does he know? Schiller will not be angry about the unreasonable behavior in the first half, but will really accept his kindness?"

"Have you paid attention to that suit?" The morbid reminder sounded at the right time.

Bruce narrowed his eyes slightly, and he saw that Schiller walked out in a new suit on the screen. The suit on him was surprisingly fit. It was definitely not a ready-made product, but must have been specially made.

Bruce also has a good taste in suits, so it can be seen that from the fabric to the cut to the style, it is very suitable for Schiller's temperament. This is an aesthetic value that is easy to appreciate. The taste is expressed very directly, and the emotions are also expressed directly.

"He saw what type of person Schiller is, just based on the one side he saw last night." Bruce touched his chin and continued: "Based on the way Schiller adjusted his tie, he saw his obsessive-compulsive disorder and perfectionism caused by his cleanliness. Based on his dress, he guessed his aesthetic tendency and made a comprehensive judgment on how to appease Schiller."

"One more thing." Ill said again: "Since you have seen that the nurse is Batman, you should have thought that Batman would learn from the nurse that what Schiller expected was just a set of clean clothes. , even hospital gowns.”

"Then, a custom-made suit that meets the aesthetics will be an unexpected surprise, not in the expense and beauty, but in the satisfaction of exceeding expectations. This is human nature, and Batman is taking advantage of this nature."

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"Does Schiller know this?" Bruce asked.

"Of course he knew, the nurse told him directly."

Bruce was startled for a moment, and then thought that the last words the nurse said before leaving were "I will tell Batman." In other words, the nurse directly told Schiller that I was the one sent here by Batman.

"So, it was a clear sign from beginning to end?" Bruce put his finger on his forehead and said, "From ridicule to flattery, the two of them knew it well, but no one said anything."

"Schiller solved the dilemma of being indecently dressed. Batman achieved his goal of benevolence and seemed to have won. Schiller owed Batman a favor. Batman knew that he might be a criminal and still wanted to give him gifts. It seemed that everything was wrong. Lost."

Bruce took a deep breath, turned his head to look at him sickly, laughed softly twice, and then said: "This is the adult world, it's scary, isn't it?"

"Everything seems to be on the surface, but the complicated meanings seem to be hidden in the dark. Everyone understands, but no one says anything. Everyone is communicating carelessly, and everyone is reading each other's passwords and passwords. Code, or trying to figure out who can read your code.”

"Seeing each other as a close friend, but also as a sworn enemy, smearing honey on each other's lips with fingers, and taking out a knife while kissing."

"The bloody conflict is about to end." Morbid leaned his body to the side where Bruce was, staring at him from above his eyes and said:

"Violently resisting patriarchy and gaining authority is not the end, but the starting point. It will be your turn soon. How does it feel?"

"I have a headache." Bruce said very bluntly.

Sick continued to smile deeply, looked at Bruce with smiling eyes and said:

"If you feel a headache, you don't have to accept it. Not everyone has to grow up. It's good to be a boy, isn't it?"

Bruce pursed his lips, turned his head to glance at Sick, turned his head back and said, "I feel good."