Chapter 1375 The Call of the Stars (I)

Rocket Raccoon followed Schiller into the office of the director of Arkham Sanitarium. He raised his head and looked around, seemingly appraising Schiller's taste in decorating the room.

This is a quite large comprehensive space. After entering, you can see the large light-colored birch floor-to-ceiling windows in the reception area. The sofa near the window is a warm light coffee color with some characteristics of modernist furniture. On the other side The black desk and the rows of bookshelves behind the desk give it a British retro feel.

A little weird, a little confusing, Rocket Raccoon thought, but undoubtedly tasteful and comfortable.

But that desk was a bit out of place - it wasn't the style, it was just that the desk was a bit messy, with all kinds of pens and notebooks stacked together, as if they had just been dug out of a dusty warehouse.

As soon as Rocket Raccoon jumped on the table, he tripped over two pens. He gritted his teeth, sighed, looked at Schiller and said, "You are really messed up. As a doctor, you can't let this happen." Is your office kept at a basic level of tidiness?”

"It was very neat here, at least before you arrived." Schiller glanced at the raccoon, and then at an animal hair that had just fallen on the reflective table. Rocket Raccoon followed his line of sight and stretched out his paw to scratch it. He scratched his ears and said, "You are right. I have been a little anxious recently, so it is inevitable that I will lose hair. Do you have any good pet shower gel?"

"You are used to using such self-deprecating jokes to lighten the atmosphere." Schiller put away the two pens, opened the drawer and threw them in, then sorted the books piled on the side of the table and said: " This is not a good habit. You think your self-esteem is not reflected in these aspects and you feel that you don't care. But over time, you will become less and less sensitive to words that hurt yourself."

"What else can I do?" Rocket Raccoon spread his paws, sat down on the table, and said, "As you can see, I'm just a raccoon that sheds its fur."

"You are too negative, but this may be related to your experience of wandering among the stars for many years. All the lives you encounter are so different from you. You can hardly find similar people. You are used to being in the flow of people. Being kicked around."

Schiller took out another ball pen and began to write and draw on the medical record, and said: "Your current attitude shows that you still have some remaining energy, and when this remaining energy is used up, You will become extremely aggressive and will no longer accept any teasing from anyone, becoming hot-tempered and irritable.”

"Then, certain words that are related to you will become taboo for you, such as animals or raccoons. As soon as you hear this word, you will want to go crazy and you will be completely unable to suppress the anger in your heart. This is when intelligent life encounters spiritual problems. The most typical stress reaction after abuse.”

Rocket Raccoon opened his mouth, but Schiller said before that: "But this is not your problem. You were transformed out of thin air, without any social education, and you can't find anyone of the same kind to imitate. Always wanting to integrate into society, but not being able to do so, makes you very frustrated and even starts to doubt yourself.”

"Because I saved your life and was friendly to you, you still held on to hope and even lowered your self-esteem to joke with me and please me, hoping that I wouldn't kick you out like others. , I really wouldn’t do that, but your behavior is not the right thing to do.”

Rocket Raccoon sat on the table, holding his cheek with his paws. He shook his beard and looked intently into Schiller's eyes.

"Behavior is more like mathematics. Compared with the analysis of emotions in psychology, which requires empathy, ethology requires empathy. The behavior of intelligent life is a bit like mathematics. There is only one answer to the causes, manifestations and results. If something is wrong, it is wrong, and there is no room for modification.”

Rocket Raccoon suddenly became a little at a loss, but he didn't even know why he was suddenly embarrassed.

"Since you can remember, no one has ever spoken to you as rationally as I do. There is no surprise that you are a talking raccoon, no curiosity about your bizarre life experience, and no interest in animals. Contempt, I will even tell you some expertise that even less intelligent people cannot understand.”

"You don't know how to deal with this kind of situation. If you were a human, I would judge you as socially awkward, but you are not a humanoid creature. You don't have your own society, so it is normal to have no social skills."

Rocket Raccoon clenched his paws, smacked his lips, lowered his head and said, "What exactly do you want to say?"

"What I mean is that most of your current pain comes from the fact that you want to integrate into the society of other races, but you are always out of tune. You first hate their indifference, then you dislike your own race and identity, and then you begin to deny your own Personality and existential meaning are common 'outsider' symptoms."

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"But the correct way to deal with it is that you must first find your own companions, learn behaviors from similar people, build your own society, and then practice social skills that suit you."

"Companion?" Rocket Raccoon read the word in his mouth. He looked up at Schiller and said hopefully, "Are you talking about you?"

"I am not your kind, nor will I be." Schiller shook his head and said. He looked at the disappointment in the raccoon's eyes, but remained unmoved. Instead, he said: "During treatment, patients tend to treat too many They put their attention on psychiatrists, hoping that psychiatrists can understand them, care for them, and regard psychiatrists as their peers.”

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"But in fact, psychiatrists are not the same as anyone else. We just calmly identify problems, analyze problems, and provide you with solutions. This is not because I like patients, it is just my duty."

"If you misunderstand this behavior as unique affection and think you can find recognition from me, you are bound to be disappointed."

Rocket Raccoon lowered his head, his ears twitched, and said in a slightly contemptuous tone: "How heartless, doctor."

"But you haven't listened to the advice I gave you."

"Isn't that just a suggestion? Is it the nonsense you said about finding someone of the same kind to build a society?"

"Of course not, but don't take it as nonsense. I know it sounds a bit boring and like a big idea, but if you can be more patient and listen to the prelude, based on my personal feelings, I will like you more. ” Schiller reached out and touched Rocket Raccoon’s head.

"Then what's your suggestion?" Rocket Raccoon's voice didn't sound hopeful at all. He shook his head vigorously, flicked his ears and said, "It doesn't sound like a good song from the intro. I don't think I'll like it. ”

"You should find animals that are as intelligent as you as your companions, so that they can truly understand you."

"Easy to say." Rocket Raccoon complained, and he muttered with resentment: "Smart animals, do you humans count? Oh, yes, you are too smart. Compared with these nonsense, the prelude just now is It sounds pretty good.”

At this moment, there was a knock on the door, and Rocket Raccoon looked a little wary. He watched Schiller stand up and shouted to his back: "This is obviously our private time, and you acted very professional just now. Why can’t it work now?”

Schiller opened the door and gestured to him to be silent. When he opened the door, there was no one outside.

Rocket Raccoon's eyes widened in surprise when he saw Schiller bending down to pick up something from the ground. When Schiller turned around, Rocket Raccoon only saw a yellow lightning tail.

"Long time no see, Pikachu, what happened? Those Spider-Man dazzled your eyes and made you not even remember your old friend?"

Schiller carried Pikachu back to his seat and sat down. Pikachu swung his tail, shrugged his nose, and deliberately said in a funny voice: "Oh, don't mention it. A dozen Spider-Men smashed four of my fingers in a month." A game console, I have never seen so many fancy ways to die in games in my life!”

"I guess my small clinic has been destroyed and rebuilt several times, right?" Schiller rubbed Pikachu's cheeks with both hands and said, "Peter liked to squeeze the controller after he made a mistake in playing the game, and the pieces collapsed. There are so many Spider-Mans like him who don’t know how strong they are.”

"No! But I promise, it's very nice there now. When will you go back there to cook? I want to eat scrambled eggs."

"Do you miss me or the scrambled eggs?" Schiller said, rolling his eyes.

"Am I to understand that you're jealous of the scrambled eggs?"

The two of them were quarreling with each other, and Rocket Raccoon, who was standing on the table, was completely stunned. He stared at Pikachu's rich facial expressions, exaggerated body movements and rhythmic rap as if General tone.

"Oh, my God, why is there a raccoon here?" Pikachu then saw Rocket Raccoon standing on the table. He looked him up and down and said, "This guy's face is so ugly that I thought he was... It was just specimened a few hours ago.”

What did you say? ! Rocket Raccoon raised his tone and said, "Look at your bright and dazzling fur and those two cumbersome long ears. I dare say that if you squat in the children's toy section of the supermarket, you will be screamed by those screaming ones in less than two minutes." Bought the little monster home to wipe his spit! "

Pikachu jumped directly from Schiller's arms to the table, walked up to Rocket Raccoon with its short legs, turned around at lightning speed, and hit Rocket with a "swish" sound with its big lightning-shaped tail. On the raccoon's nose.

"Ouch!

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! Damn it, you're screwed!

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"Let's see who finishes!"

"Bang! Bang bang!"

"Zi la——!"

Seeing the two little figures jumping up and down in his office, sweeping many decorations piled on the table to the floor, Schiller was not angry, but sat behind his desk, as if waiting for something.

Suddenly, the door was knocked again. Schiller raised his voice and said "Come in." Gwen Spider-Man opened the door and walked in. As soon as he entered, he was stunned by the scene inside the door.

But there was another little red and blue figure in her arms. Spider Pigman was a pig bitten by a spider. When the famous superhero in the animal world saw someone fighting in the room, he yelled: "Everyone." stop!"

Seeing that Rocket Raccoon and Yellow Mouse had no intention of stopping, Spider-Pigman snorted, fired a spider web and stuck it on the top of the table, kicked Rocket Raccoon away with a flying leg, and then punched him. Pikachu's cheek slapped him against the floor-to-ceiling window.

After Rocket and Pikachu got up from the ground, they shook their heads in a daze. The three little animals looked at each other with surprise and were all stunned.

"Okay, everyone." Schiller walked out of the desk and reached out to pick up the pen that was knocked to the ground because of Pikachu and Rocket.

He squatted down and looked at the three little guys and said, "Although I don't have obsessive-compulsive disorder, if I condone some people to rudely destroy my house, it must be because he is valuable. Do you think you are valuable?"

The three little animals swallowed their saliva together. Then they nodded vigorously with a force that seemed to break their cervical vertebrae.

Schiller, who looked down at them, showed a satisfied smile and said, "Now, let's talk about what you can do for me."