The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 1271
Jason, who was standing in the middle of the theater seats, opened his mouth wide enough to stuff an egg. Before he could speak, Bruce's voice came from behind: "That's not you, just like this me is not me."

Jason turned his head and saw the blue eyes that looked extraordinarily blue under the light of the screen. He opened his mouth for a while, and seemed to lose his mind. After a while, he lowered his eyes and said, "No, maybe that will be from the future. I."

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

"I'm just going to be like an ordinary Gotham kid, waiting to be picked by the gang. The best result is to take a gun, rush into the office of the previous boss and kill him, and then sit in that position myself."

Barry felt his heart being pulled hard. He regretted the moment he uttered that name, but he knew that Jason would see it sooner or later. Suddenly, he was in a daze as if thinking of something, and couldn't help whispering. Say: "And the worst possible outcome..."

"No, Jason, that's not you." Barry immediately turned his head to look at the little boy and said, "Whatever happened to him has nothing to do with you, you are farther apart than the universe is from the universe, no matter what you hear What, it's just a story."

Bruce stared at Barry with fiery eyes, and he understood what Barry meant, but Barry seemed relieved again, and he said, "No, it's okay, Batman won't say it, at least not in front of him, It's fine……"

Bruce slowly closed his eyes. He had already expected that there might be a terrible tragic story that happened to Jason in another universe. The violentness and aggressiveness in him not only came from his experience of wandering the streets .

He remembered a sentence that he said sickly, only trapped animals will show their fangs all the time, and uncontrolled aggressiveness is a sign of insecurity and fear.

Bruce slowly closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He could already deduce what kind of tragedy Jason had encountered. The dark road that Batman embarked on was destined to have countless evil opponents, who would be unscrupulous and despicable in the end.

And when they found that Batman was invincible, they would naturally pour those madness on the heads of those around him. Whenever thinking of this, Bruce almost began to tremble, even if it was just thinking of this, the darkness hidden in his heart began. Boiling uncontrollably.

He couldn't imagine how much pain he would feel when Alfred, Selena, Dick, Aisha, and even Jason and Tim, who hadn't lived with him for a long time, were hurt.

Is it really worth it?
Bruce was circling this question in his mind, and he found that he began to not understand Batman's choice, but his rationality was telling him that this kind of incomprehension was normal, and what surprised him was that when he started, he could A little bit out of line with normal?
But the atmosphere on the screen and in the room became anxious. Batman wanted to dissuade Jason, but the more he did it, Jason was willing to back down. Obviously, Schiller began to lose patience.

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

Provided that.They should make an appointment, call before the appointment, show up on time, dress like a civilized person, not a lunatic in a fancy dress.

Then he sat down on the chair step by step, and spoke from two angles in turn. Schiller found possible contradictions from their respective reactions, made suggestions for them, and made an appointment for the next treatment.

In fact, this is not Schiller's hypocrisy. He has such a need because this treatment process has been tested thousands of times, and it is helpful for mental patients with poor mental states to stabilize and pour out their inner emotions.

As it is now, two weirdos in tights stand among the broken glass on the ground, you intimidate him, he resists you, one exercises authority, and the other exports emotions, which neither benefits their relationship nor prevents the psychiatrist from being more sympathetic. Rationally and objectively evaluate their mental state.

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 you treat with this bias, it is likely to cause bad consequences. He Never allow this to happen.

Schiller believes that the perfect control of the atmosphere on his own site is a requirement for the professionalism of a psychologist. This is to ensure the accuracy of the results. This is the biggest difference between him and the greedy practice style.

For Greed, he hopes the atmosphere of the conversation is as relaxed as possible. It is best for patients to relax their vigilance completely. They can do whatever they want and say whatever they want. There is material to judge.

But for Arrogance, it is normal for the patients who come here to go crazy and out of control in front of him, crying constantly. If they are not sick, they would not come here.

But they can't destroy the atmosphere, and they can't try to turn the customer into the master and control the initiative. If they can really build the atmosphere and exercise the initiative well, they don't use it for this.

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

Red Hood and Batman froze for a moment at the same time, obviously Schiller's handling method was beyond their expectations.

Batman has been through it too many times. When he and his Robin quarreled, bystanders tried to mediate their conflicts. There were also many people who pointed out the root cause of their conflicts, and others tried to appease them or stand in the middle. One side accuses the other.

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

"you……"

As soon as Red Hood uttered the first syllable, Batman grabbed his arm directly and pushed him out of the window that was just broken. Outside the window was the ceiling of the garage on the first floor. Just now, Red Hood climbed up 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" knocking on the door echoed in No. 125 Kazsovo. Schiller came out of the bedroom. He was wearing a silk shirt, and while going out, he tied tie.

After fastening his tie, he opened the door. Outside the door was a young man in a sweater, but still wearing a mask. Although the hood completely covered his face, everyone could see that he must be wearing a stinky face. Face, unwilling, with resistance written all over.

"Come in," Schiller said softly.

He opened the door, and the red hood looked up and down the scene in the room, with that kind of scrutiny, it seemed that he was looking for the hidden compartment where Schiller hid the murder weapon or criminal evidence.

When his eyes fell on the collection in that cabinet, the red hood was about to open his mouth to 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 for your unreasonable behavior last night, and the way you broke the glass in my house."

The red hood's words were directly blocked back. He stood by the door and looked Schiller up and down, and said with a cold snort, "...is it up to you?"

"Yes." Schiller turned around and walked to the back porch of the living room, opened the window and took the ordered breakfast from the window sill, then put it on the table by the window, and sat down,
Schiller said as he tied his napkin, "Actually, Batman knew the criminal was going to be here."

"Then, why did the criminal come to you?" The red hood swaggered and sat down opposite Schiller.

But Schiller noticed a small detail. When Red Hood pulled the chair, he lifted the chair and took it back instead of dragging the back of the chair directly. Screeching sound.

At the same time, his feet didn't leave any marks on the floor, which means that he must have wiped the soles of his shoes well on the doormat, otherwise, the muddy ground of Gotham just after the rain would not be lenient to him.

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

"I'm an accomplice of Batman." Schiller took out the dishes in the food box and said, "I ordered Cantonese morning tea in Chinatown last night, for two."

Just as the red hood was about to speak, Schiller went on to say, "I told Batman, forget about your breakfast. After all, I haven't had time to thank him for giving me two suits and this house."

The red hood's words were blocked again, and he had no choice but to ask, "How could you be Batman's accomplice? Why did Batman send you these things?"

The doubt in his tone is easy to understand, roughly saying how could Batman have an accomplice?How could he give gifts to others?
"Now let's talk about the murderer you saw that day." Schiller slowly put some strangely shaped plates and uncommon food on the table.

The red hood opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something to control the initiative, but he was still involuntarily attracted by Schiller's well-adjusted movements, and began to guess that the next dish that Schiller took out from the food box would be on display. where.

"Obviously, my act of tracking down the murderer with Batman annoyed that not-so-smart murderer. He wanted to take revenge on me and at the same time drive a wedge between my alliance with Batman. The best way is to create a murder case and Plant me."

"Of course, it's too difficult to mislead Batman's sight. He doesn't have that talent, so he can only choose the next best thing. He has to find someone who is reckless, impulsive and not very talented in detectives to mislead."

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

"Oh, you misunderstood, I am 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 him at the scene where he assassinated the city council speaker, and even more so, you stopped his crime. In the chaotic night, Tan didn't chase Diu all the way here."

"So, you must be a detective who is extremely cautious, knows how to restrain himself, and is quite talented in detection and counter-reconnaissance? It's really disrespectful, don't you know your name?"

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha!"

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

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

Harry fell off the chair laughing so hard, Diana had to pick her up, put her arms around her, and let her lean on her body, looking at the joyous little girl in her arms, Diana couldn't help but sigh. He flicked the corner of his mouth.

The Red Hood's chest on the screen kept rising and falling, he let out 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 the hell is your relationship with Batman?!" Red Hood slapped the table and stood up, and said loudly to Schiller, "Since I walked in, you've been Batman, Batman, Batman, as if you know each other very well. ?!"

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

"what?!"

Schiller slowly picked up the cutlery, raised his eyes to look at the red hood, and said slowly.

"All white shirts are placed in the middle grid on the far left side of the closet, colored shirts are placed in the lower grid, and those made of special materials are hung on the lower right side, and the tie rolls are dark, light, and rhombus from left to right. , stripes, sleeping on your back and lying on your left side, the first thing you do when you get up is to use your right hand to smooth the hair on the front of your forehead..."

"what???!!!!"

In an instant, all eyes in the theater fell on Bruce.

　There are ten thousand words behind
　　It's Gagen from the Silver League

　　
　
(End of this chapter)