Chapter 1278: A Pair of Lonely Figures (XVIII)

Jason stood in the middle of the theater seats with his mouth wide open enough to fit an egg. Before he could say anything, Bruce's voice came from behind: "That's not you, just like this me is not me."

Jason turned his head and saw the eyes that looked particularly blue under the light of the screen. He opened his mouth and seemed to be distracted. After a while, he lowered his eyes and said: "No, maybe that will be my future self."

"No matter how romantic the inspirational stories written in the books are, they will not happen to ordinary people. I will not wear a tie to work on Wall Street."

"I will just be like an ordinary member of the Gotham Kids Gang, waiting to be selected by the gang. The best result is to rush into the office of the previous leader with a gun and kill him, and then take that position myself."

Barry felt his heart being tugged hard. He regretted it the moment he spit out that name, but Knowing that Jason would be able to see it sooner or later, he suddenly seemed to think of something, and for a moment he was in a daze, and couldn't help whispering: "And the worst result..."

"No, Jason, that's not you." Barry immediately turned his head to look at the little boy and said: "Everything that happened to him has nothing to do with you. You are far away from each other, farther than the universe is from the universe. No matter what you heard, it's just a story."

Bruce stared at Barry with a burning gaze. He understood Barry's implication, but Barry seemed to be relieved. He said: "No, it's okay, Batman won't say it, at least not in front of him, it's okay..."

Bruce slowly retracted his gaze. He had expected that there might be a terrible tragedy happening to Jason in another universe. The irritability and aggressiveness in him came not only from his experience of hanging around on the streets.

He remembered a sentence that morbid said, only trapped beasts would show their fangs all the time. Uncontrolled display of aggression is a sign of insecurity and fear.

Bruce slowly closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He could already infer what kind of tragedy Jason had encountered. The dark road that Batman had taken was destined to have countless evil opponents who would do whatever it took and be despicable to the end.

When they found that Batman was invincible, they would naturally pour their madness on the people around him. Whenever Bruce thought of this, he almost began to tremble. Even if he only thought of this, the darkness hidden in his heart began to boil uncontrollably.

He couldn't imagine how painful it would be for him when Alfred, Selina, Dick, Aisha, and even Jason and Tim, who had not lived with him for a long time, were hurt.

Is it really worth it?

Bruce's mind was circling with this question. He found that he began to not understand Batman's choice, but his reason told him that this kind of misunderstanding was normal. What surprised him was that when did he have a little bit of normality?

But the atmosphere on the screen and in the room became anxious. Batman wanted to persuade Jason to retreat, but the more he did so, the less willing Jason was to back down. Obviously, Schiller began to lose patience.

Schiller is not unwilling to adjust the relationship of the Bat Family, nor is he unable to do so. He can even easily point out why Jason has such violent behavior, what mistakes Batman has made in communication and how to correct them.

But the premise is. They should make an appointment first, then call before the appointment, come on time, and dress like civilized people, not crazy people in strange clothes.

Then sit down on the chair step by step, speak from two perspectives in turn, Schiller finds out the possible contradictions from their respective reactions, gives them suggestions, and makes an appointment for the next treatment.

In fact, this is not Schiller's pretentiousness. He has such a need because this treatment process has been tested thousands of times and is conducive to mental patients with poor mental state to stabilize and vent their inner emotions.

Like now, two weirdos in tights stand in a pile of broken glass. You intimidate him, he resists you, one exercises authority, and the other outputs emotions. It is not conducive to their relationship, and it also prevents psychiatrists from evaluating their mental state more rationally and objectively.

For Schiller, this is very important. If the environment and atmosphere do not meet the needs of the conversation, the deduced results may be biased. If the treatment is carried out with this bias, it is likely to cause bad consequences. He will never allow this to happen.

Schiller believes that perfect control of the atmosphere in one's own territory is a requirement of a psychologist's professional qualities. This is to ensure the accuracy of the results. This is the biggest difference between his and greedy practice styles.

For greed, he hopes that the conversation atmosphere is as relaxed as possible, and the patients should completely relax their vigilance. They can do whatever they want and say whatever they want. It doesn't matter if they roll around here. As long as there is a reaction, there is material for judgment.

But for arrogance, it is normal for patients who come here to go crazy and lose control in front of him and keep crying. If they are not sick, they don't need to come here.

But they can't destroy the atmosphere, let alone try to take over and take control of the initiative. If they really know how to create an atmosphere and can exercise the initiative well, they don't need to come here.

"Please go out." Schiller pointed to the window and said.

Red Hood and Batman were both stunned for a moment. It was obvious that Schiller's way of handling the matter was beyond their expectations.

Batman has experienced too many times. When he quarreled with his Robin, bystanders tried to mediate their conflicts. Many people pointed out the root cause of the conflict between them, and some tried to comfort them or stand in the middle. One side blames the other.

This was the first time they met, and someone wanted to kick them out when they quarreled.

"you……"

As soon as Red Hood uttered the first syllable, Batman directly grabbed his arm and pushed him out of the newly broken window. Outside the window was the ceiling of the garage on the first floor. Just now, Red Hood climbed here first, and then Just broke the window.

After Batman also went out of the window, Schiller stood by the window and said, "I'm waiting for your appointment call."

Early the next morning, the sound of "bang bang bang" banging on the door echoed in Kazsovo No. 125. Schiller walked out of the bedroom. He wore a silk shirt and tied it as he walked out. tie.

After tying his tie, he opened the door. Outside was a young man wearing a sweatshirt, but still wearing a mask. Although the hood completely covered his face, everyone could see that he must be wearing a stinky face now. His face was filled with reluctance and resistance written all over his body.

"Come in," Schiller said softly.

He opened the door, and the red hood looked up and down at the scene in the room. His scrutinizing gaze seemed to be looking for the hidden compartment where Schiller had hidden the murder weapon or criminal evidence.

When his eyes fell on the collection of cabinets, the red hood was about to open his mouth and make some unfriendly comments in order to seize the initiative. But before that, Schiller walked towards the sofa and said:

"Last night, Batman called me and apologized to me for your unreasonable behavior last night and for breaking the glass in my house."

Red Hood's words were immediately blocked. He stood by the door and looked Schiller up and down, snorted and said: "...Just you?"

"Yes." Schiller turned around and walked to the back porch of the living room. He opened the window and took the ordered breakfast from the window sill. He then placed it on the table by the window and sat down.

Schiller said as he tied his napkin, "Actually, Batman knew that criminal would be here."

"So, why did the criminal come to your place?" Red Hood swaggered to sit opposite Schiller.

But Schiller observed a small detail. When Red Hood pulled the chair, he lifted the chair up and took it back instead of directly dragging the back of the chair back, which avoided the chair legs leaving scratches on the wooden floor and making noise. A harsh sound.

At the same time, his feet did not leave any traces on the floor, which meant that he must have wiped the soles of his shoes on the doormat, otherwise, the muddy ground of Gotham after the rain would not leave him alone.

"Are you an accomplice of the murderer?" Red Hood asked.

"I am an associate of Batman." Schiller took out the dishes from the food box and said, "I ordered Cantonese morning tea in Chinatown last night for two people."

Just as Red Hood was about to speak, Schiller continued: "I told Batman to worry about your breakfast. After all, I haven't had time to thank him for giving me two clothes and this house."

Red Hood's words were blocked again, and he had to ask: "How can you be Batman's associate? Why did Batman give you these things?"

The doubts in his tone were easy to read. He was basically talking about how could Batman have an accomplice? How could he give gifts to others?

"Let's talk about the murderer you saw that day." Schiller slowly placed some strange-shaped plates and unusual food on the table.

Red Hood opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something to take the initiative, but he was still involuntarily attracted by Schiller's measured movements, and began to guess what the next dish Schiller would take out of the food box was. Where.

"Obviously, my move to track down the murderer with Batman annoyed the not-too-smart murderer. He wanted to take revenge on me and alienate my alliance with Batman. The best way was to create a murder. And framed me.”

"Of course, it's too difficult to mislead Batman. He doesn't have that kind of talent, so naturally he can only settle for the next best thing. He has to find someone who is reckless, impulsive and not very talented as a detective to mislead him."

"What did you say?!" Red Hood raised his voice.

"Oh, you misunderstood, I was definitely not saying that you are such a person."

"Maybe you just happened to meet the murderer. Among the countless murders in Gotham City, you happened to meet the scene where he assassinated the city council speaker, and you even happened to stop his murder. It couldn't be more coincidental. In the chaotic night of Gotham, I didn’t chase him all the way here.”

"So, you must be an extremely cautious, restrained detective with considerable talent for reconnaissance and counter-reconnaissance? Is it really disrespectful that you don't know your name?"

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha!"

In the theater, Harley almost fainted from laughter. She was so out of breath that Diana thought she was about to choke to death and had to pat her on the back to tell her to calm down.

Jason pursed his lips, as if he couldn't laugh or cry, or as if his chest was tight with anger. He took a few deep breaths and said, "I'm not Tim. I don't have any detective talent. I just have a bad temper. What's wrong?!"

Harry laughed so much that he fell off the chair. Diana had to pick her up, put her arms around her, and let her lean against her. Looking at the overjoyed little girl in her arms, Diana couldn't help but smile. Twitched the corner of his mouth.

The chest of the Red Hood on the screen kept rising and falling. He took a long breath, stared into Schiller's eyes, gritted his teeth and said, "You can call me Red Hood."

"Okay Jason, Batman said that's your nickname."

"What's the relationship between you and Batman?!" Red Hood slapped the table and stood up, shouting to Schiller: "Since I walked in, you've been Batman, Batman, Batman, acting like you know each other very well. ?”

"We do know each other very well," Schiller said slowly.

"ha?!"

Schiller slowly picked up the tableware, looked up at the Red Hood, and said slowly.

"All white shirts are placed in the middle grid on the far left side of the wardrobe. Colored shirts are placed in the grid below. The ones made of special materials are hung on the lower right side. The tie rolls are dark, light, and rhombus from left to right. , stripes, I tend to lie flat or on my left side when sleeping. The first thing I do when I get up is to use my right hand to smooth back the hair on my forehead..."

"ha???!

!

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In an instant, everyone's eyes in the theater fell on Bruce.