The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 1268
The atmosphere in the banquet hall suddenly became subtle. The tense atmosphere focused on one person suddenly disappeared. Everyone drew back their attention, as if they had their own concerns, secrets, and a little Uneasy.

"Oh I see!"

Schiller suddenly raised his voice, and it was very obvious that the hands of the people holding the cups next to him were clenched tightly, as if they suddenly heard the alarm ringing in a dream.

"I know that the slightly chaotic security situation in Gotham makes everyone not very confident in the FBI, and the FBI really doesn't like to set their sights here."

"But I think this is actually unfair. The FBI should treat every city in every state equally, instead of abandoning a certain city because it is more difficult to maintain law and order."

"Of course, I can also understand that because of the noble morals and compassion of the victims, you don't want to add a burden to the institutions that maintain national security, but it doesn't matter. Colleagues maintain a good relationship, of course I can help you solve problems..."

"Mr. Schiller." Bruce interrupted Schiller loudly. At this time, his slightly deep voice sounded like a beautiful singing voice to everyone, interrupting Schiller's demonic whispers.

"Yes, this matter is indeed quite serious." When Bruce opened his mouth, everyone's eyes were darkened. The two old men standing behind the stairs were so anxious that they almost stomped their feet, wishing to rush up immediately and cover Bruce's mouth.

"The FBI is a problem wherever it is." Constantine pouted and commented: "No one likes to deal with them. It would be best if the FBI doesn't keep an eye on this place. Everyone can live in peace, but if they insist on coming, Even if it doesn't find anything, it's annoying enough."

"Don't think I don't know, those big families in Gotham have more or less illegal products." Hal rolled his eyes and said, "It's the same in Seaside City, families with a little bit of power and status have no connection with smugglers, How much effort did they spend to keep the FBI from paying attention here, Schiller wants to lure wolves into the house, can they not be in a hurry?"

"More importantly, this professor's performance convinced others that his position in the Ministry of National Defense and Security is indeed very important." Diana said.

"Gotham is indeed like a three-way zone, but after all, it is still on the territory of the Federation, and it cannot be completely autonomous. The FBI can't control Gotham, and can't it control the ports that have logistics with Gotham? If you stumble a little bit in terms of logistics, no one will feel better about it."

"It seems that this is why Batman invited Schiller to the banquet. He had expected that March would set up a trap for him. Just wait, the good show has just begun." Greedy's voice echoed with a smile.

"Especially the tragedy that Mr. March suffered..." Bruce changed his style, looked at March beside him and said, "This gentleman wants to participate in the construction of Gotham with a sincere heart, but But to be persecuted like this is really an injustice in the world, and I think he must need the FBI to come here to do justice for him."

Schiller also turned his eyes to March's face, and before March could speak, he rushed to the front and said: "God, sir, why didn't you mention this when you talked to me yesterday? You really Situations of this importance should not have been withheld from your psychiatrist and would have led me to misjudge your mental state."

"Of course, your condition can't be called a mental illness. It's just that some ordinary people are prone to anxiety. I dare say that everyone here will have such emotions."

"But if the emotion comes from a physical injury you've suffered, I'd have to make an inference of 'post-traumatic stress disorder' in addition to the anxiety disorder, and my professionalism requires me to do so."

"No, I am not……"

March has already noticed the changes in the eyes of the people around him. There is no doubt that being a little mentally ill in Gotham is not a big deal, or that those who can stay here are more or less seriously ill.

However, because of being injured by a killer, he developed mental illness, and even caused post-traumatic stress disorder. Just because he was injured, he had to see a psychiatrist. That is simply the most frustrating and despicable mental illness. Thoughtless, sickly without personality.

March gritted his teeth, he really wanted to say that he didn't go to see a psychiatrist at all, and he didn't allow Schiller to tell his situation, but the words circled around in his mouth, and he swallowed them back inside.

Schiller is a psychiatrist, so he went to see Schiller not for medical treatment, but for what else?For the thrill of fooling the police after a murder?Self-destruct on the spot, right?
"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!" Harley had already patted her half-laughed back, she said while laughing: "This idiot got himself into it! In order to embarrass Batman, he himself said that he was seriously injured by the killer, Schiller hinted that he went to see a psychiatrist because he was afraid of pain and death, but he couldn't explain it, hahahahahaha!"

"What can he say? He can't say, I killed someone, I want to show off in front of others, and this person happens to be a psychiatrist! But if he said that, maybe this group of people would think of him a little bit , hahahahahaha!"

As Harley said, the way people around him looked at March changed a bit. It's still the same sentence, in Gotham, you can't show weakness.

In the dark forest where the weak prey on the strong, you can also go to the doctor because of your madness, your anxiety, your doubts and puzzles, but not because of fear.

Gradually, March found that the look of contempt was gradually changing into another emotion, that is greed. What would happen if a group of hungry wolves found out that there was a sheep in wolf's clothing among the wolves?
March felt that the bright lights could no longer provide him with a sense of security. In the dark night, one pair after another of bright torch-like eyes lit up, staring covetously at the lamb that exposed his weakness.

"Cough cough." Bruce's soft cough broke the increasingly weird atmosphere. He took a step forward, shoulder to shoulder with Schiller, then turned to look at Schiller, and Schiller also turned to look at him.

March has been completely excluded from the two of them. Obviously, this is another signal. In this conversation, March has lost all the initiative and is only one step away from being kicked out.

"As a friend of Mr. March, I sympathize with what happened to him. It is also my fault that he was hurt within the Wayne Group." Bruce lowered his head, showing guilt.

"To be honest, I didn't expect that when he was sad, he didn't come to me to talk to me at the first time, but found you."

"Actually, I'm also quite surprised." Schiller nodded slightly and said, "I just came to Gotham not long ago, and I had my first patient, and Gotham is not as close to strangers as outsiders say."

"They are mocking March as a betrayer." Bruce in the theater explained: "When something goes wrong, don't discuss it with your own people at the first time, but go to an outsider, and it's just here, and you won't be disturbed by anyone. Outsiders who know about it even revealed what is happening inside Gotham, a complete traitor."

"Sometimes, I don't understand you Gotham people. You always like to treat each other as enemies. You fight to the death, but you hate outsiders to interfere with your mutual torture. It seems that in some aspects And inseparable, closer than an ally." Clark expressed his feelings.

"It hits the nail on the head." Constantine commented: "If you haven't been to Gotham, you haven't seen real madness."

On the screen, Bruce and Schiller talked to each other, one sang the red face, the other sang the bad face, didn’t mention March in a word, but mentioned March in every sentence, until the character of March was completely shaped into A cowardly, cowardly, surviving traitor who seeks help from outsiders after a little fright.

In the end, March really couldn't stay in the center of the venue any longer, so he could only grit his teeth and find a slightly lame reason to leave here.

And after he left, everyone's contempt for him deepened, because on this occasion, he shouldn't find any reason, as long as he casually got wine on his clothes and exited.

As Diana commented, March's body reveals a sense of inconsistency between words and deeds, and bystanders also have a straightforward feeling for this at this moment.

"A beautiful joint attack." Morbid finally said: "But it's not over yet. Batman must deal with the FBI-related issues. He can't resist, but he can't accept it. At the same time, he must be reasonable and decent enough."

"I think we can reconsider the issue of the FBI." Bruce swirled the wine in his glass without lowering the volume, but still seemed confident. He said, "Of course I believe in the capabilities of the FBI, but Don't you think it's superfluous to ask them to send agents here?"

"Oh? I'd like to hear about it."

"You are a professor at the Intern Agent Training Institute, and you have worked in this position for many years, that is to say, the current elite backbone agents of the FBI are all your students, since the teacher has already come, why bother to add more things to the snake? "

A burst of applause came from the back of the theater, Greedy lowered his head, applauded while smiling, and this burst of applause resounded into everyone's hearts, and he had to admit that this answer was indeed reasonable and decent.

He not only promoted Schiller to a high position, so that he could not refuse with a strong attitude, but also played a logical trick, describing the teacher's ability as the sum of the student's ability, emphasizing the concept that the teacher must be greater than the student, so that he can Erase the need for a student agent to be here again.

After all, according to this logic, the teachers who have taught so many agents are here. If the teachers are not good, what is the use of students coming?

"Professor Schiller, as I said before, people's attention to mental health is a manifestation of social progress. I think everyone should pay attention to this, especially myself."

Bruce suddenly changed the subject, but Schiller understood his hint, so he stepped forward and looked into Bruce's eyes and said, "Yes, Mr. Wayne, then I wonder if I will be lucky enough to get a piece of your business card , so that you can recall what you said today when you have doubts related to psychology?"

Bruce turned around silently, took the business card holder from his dedicated waiter, took out one from it and handed it to Schiller, who also silently took the business card and put it in his suit pocket.

Schiller touched the side of the glass in Bruce's hand lightly with the glass again, lifted the glass and took a sip of the wine, and this time, Bruce also picked up the glass and opened his mouth to drink.

When the glass was lifted, the wine flowed towards the side of the glass wall, and the two looked at each other through the blurry glass and the clear and shining wine under the light.

At the same time, in the eyes of the other party, they saw the joy of a close confidant who achieved victory through perfect cooperation, and also saw the calm killing intent of life and death enemies in several confrontations under the surging undercurrent.

　Brain buzzing written by Zhidou

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(End of this chapter)