The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 471 Is Schiller sick?

"Uh, hello? Is it Arkham Hospital? Yes, Brand, it's me, Victor, we met at the dinner."

"Have you seen Schiller recently? ... Oh, yes? That's right. I'm a little worried about his mental state recently. Would you like to ask him to go there?"

"Performance? It's hard for me to say..."

In the office of Gotham University, Victor put one hand on his waist and held the phone in the other, and said to the other side: "Do you know how terrible it is? He can even finish eating in 15 minutes, and he actually started eating Broccoli!"

"Remember that time we had dinner together at the Wayne Hotel? He purposely found the kitchen and shot the broccoli tree! Before that, he kept telling me that he couldn't use a gun..."

Victor changed the phone on the other side, the hand holding the phone gradually became younger, and the phone changed from blue to black. Bruce held the phone and said to the other end:

"Yes, Dr. Bland, the situation is serious. He didn't go out until 10:9 when he knew that the class would start at 30 o'clock."

"Moreover, he didn't grab any other teachers' lessons because he missed a class. He didn't mention it all day today, didn't leave more homework, and didn't say that he would have an exam tomorrow... "

"Because he didn't even bother with the mayor after the traffic jam in Gotham, I think, I'm afraid you have to get him treated quickly, otherwise I can't imagine what else he will do..."

"Dr. Brand, I found your number in the telephone yellow pages. I hope you don't mind my interruption. I am Mr. Rodriguez's housekeeper, Merkel."

Merkel stood next to the telephone station and said in a low voice: "Could you please come over tomorrow? ... Oh, really? You really don't provide family medical services?"

"Yes, I understand that a whole city of psychiatric care is put on one hospital, and of course you're going to be busy..."

"Yes, I hope you'd better ask Mr. Schiller to go there. Although it's a bit offensive for a butler to say such a thing, his state is indeed a bit..."

"Yes, more than that, he didn't even frown once all day today, I think this is really a bit dangerous."

"Okay, I look forward to seeing your invitation in the mailbox tomorrow, thank you very much, Mr. Brand."

The next morning, Schiller got up early as before. He stood by the window, stretched, and yawned. After washing in the douche room, he went downstairs.

But this time, Merkel got up earlier than him. When he saw Schiller coming down, he stretched out his hand and said hello: "Morning, sir, breakfast is ready."

Schiller nodded, and then walked towards the dining table. When he sat down to eat, he found Merkel standing by the door, looking out the window.

"Why are you standing there? Don't you eat?"

"Thank you, sir, but I've already eaten."

After Merkel finished speaking, he turned his head and looked out of the window. Schiller didn't understand what was wrong with him, but he shook his head and didn't continue to ask, but bowed his head and started eating.

After a while, the bicycle bell rang lightly, and Merkel opened the door directly, and strode out. The newsboy waved to him, and Merkel handed him the prepared bread.

The newsboy first took out a newspaper from his arms. After Merkel took it, the newsboy took out another letter. He said: "This is an urgent letter, but the delivery fee has already been paid by the other party."

"Did you know? You are more dedicated than a professional postman. I thought I wouldn't arrive this morning." Merkel praised.

The newsboy snorted and said disdainfully, "The postman? The postman won't survive two days in Gotham!"

"I know all the small roads from the South District to the West District, and it doesn't even take an hour to drive here, faster than those old men who drive."

Merkel gave him a thumbs up, then took out a few coins and handed them to the newsboy, saying, "Thank you."

"Oh, wait, I can't accept this." The newspaper boy suddenly handed the money back, Merkel looked at him in surprise, the newspaper boy shrugged and said:
"It's not the same now as before."

"You know that Cobbot in the North District, right? The Falcone family let him take over the management of the children of Gotham, and he made a very powerful set of rules."

"I can't tell you the specifics, but we don't allow tipping in violation of the regulations now. If someone reports it, I will lose my job."

"I don't want to lose such a lucrative job. I managed to get all the work here in the West End. Since Copperpot cleaned up those annoying parents, all the money I earn is mine. It's my own, if they don't take me to do it, it will be bad."

Seeing that Merkel stopped at the spot and didn't pick it up, the newsboy threw the coins back. When Merkel caught the coins, he only saw his back fading away. He shook his head and went back to the Among the manor.

When the letter was sent to Schiller, Schiller had just finished eating. He looked up at Merkel, and Merkel smiled at him.

Schiller picked up the envelope, opened it, and found that it was a letter from Brand. He thought about it for a while, and then said, "I have a class this afternoon, so shall I go there tonight?"

"Okay, I'll call Mr. Brand back later."

"Wait, why didn't he just call and invite me over?"

"Because this is a formal invitation, formal invitations are written invitations, if it is a private gathering, you can call directly."

"Then I'll call him later."

Merkel rubbed her palms with some embarrassment and said, "Sir, it's better for me to go, because the person answering the phone on the other side may not be Mr. Brand."

"Then why don't I ask that person to find Brand?"

"Then I can call first, and after I find Mr. Brand on the other side, I will let you answer the phone..."

Schiller covered his forehead helplessly, and stopped arguing. It was already afternoon when he rushed to school after eating.

In class, Schiller first explained the reason for his lateness. He thought that some students would have some criticisms, but unexpectedly, everyone expressed their understanding one after another. up.

Before class, as many university teachers do, Schiller intends to chat with the students about daily topics, relax the atmosphere, and get closer. As a result, everyone sat in the same place tremblingly, and no one said anything to him. .

When he started lecturing, when it came to the interactive session, when he started to let the group below discuss, the students below all looked at him blankly.

Schiller was stunned for a moment, and then thought, this is 1988, and it should not be the modern classroom model, and he remembered that DC Schiller's teaching model was completely scripted, and students were forced to memorize it by rote until they memorized it. until.

Schiller looked down at his lesson plans, and then he realized that he was not teaching at Harvard or other Ivy League schools. The quality of the students here is far from the level of flexible learning, and rote memorization is more suitable for them.

After class, Schiller was in a bad mood. On the one hand, the classroom feedback was not good enough, and Schiller was not used to this unilateral knowledge output model. On the other hand, he felt that people in Gotham were a bit weird of.

I don't know why, but the attitudes of my acquaintances towards me are a bit special, that is, there is a trace of worry in the fear, a trace of worry in the worry, and a trace of sympathy in addition to the worry.

While thinking this way, Schiller packed his things, and after leaving Gotham University, he drove to Arkham Psychiatric Hospital.

In fact, he didn't know what Brand suddenly called him to do, but he felt that chatting with a colleague should help him release his emotional pressure.

When he arrived at Arkham Psychiatric Hospital, Brand was already waiting for him at the door. The two of them shook hands and hugged again. Brand said, "I haven't seen you for a while, how are you doing?"

"It's okay." Schiller gave an ambiguous answer, and then he thought about something again, and suddenly asked, "By the way, how is that Hugo Strange?"

"Oh, he, last time I found him fainted in the consulting room, I carried him to the ward, after he woke up, he became a little crazy, talking about monsters, impossible things, etc. Yes, and even attacked the nurses."

"Then how did you handle it?"

"How else can I deal with it? He obviously has a mental problem, and he probably has been ill for a long time. He is receiving treatment. We have given him medicine and some soothing therapy, but the effect is not obvious."

The two walked in while talking, and when they arrived at Brand's consulting room, Brand changed the subject and said, "Let's not talk about him, let's talk about you, how are you doing recently? I think you don't look very well .”

Schiller touched his face and said, "Really? Maybe it's because I haven't slept well recently."

"That's right, Victor called me and said, you seem to be under a lot of pressure recently, do you want to take a mental self-test?"

Schiller hesitated, but said, "Okay."

Brand took out a document from the drawer, Schiller picked up a pen and started to work on the questions, after finishing, handed it to Brand, Brand's frown became tighter the more he looked at it, he shook his head and said: " What happened to you recently?"

"Nothing, right? If I have to say something, something happened when I went to the metropolis. By the way, I haven't told you about my experience in the metropolis. It's quite exciting..."

"When I first got there, there was a murder, and then the secret agents sealed off the whole manor, and then..."

"Wait, agent??" Brand suddenly frowned.

He stood up, strode to the door, opened the door, looked left and right in the corridor, then came to the window, drew all the curtains, and finally sat back at the desk , looked at Schiller quite worriedly and said:
"The group of people came to you again?"

Before Schiller could answer, Brand sighed deeply, and then said, "I told you at the beginning that it was dangerous for you to choose this path, so it's okay now?"

"Besides, it's fine for you to hide in Gotham, but you even ran out to throw yourself into the net. Did those agents discover your identity? You shouldn't be caught by them, right?"

Schiller's eyes widened slowly, Brand looked at his expression, and said with a bit of resentment:
"When you were in school, look at Marx. I don't want to stop you. Everyone has the freedom to pursue their own beliefs."

"After graduation, you said you were going to Berlin, but I didn't say anything. Everyone has the freedom to choose their own path."

"After work, you stayed in Moscow for a while, and I don't want to say anything. Although we have different beliefs, friends should tolerate each other."

"But the most incomprehensible thing to me is that you have already joined the KGB, and you have regretted it again!"

"Why would you accept a mission if you don't even want to do it???"

Brand's words seemed to have been held back for a long time, and there was anger in his tone:
"At the beginning, you were suspected by the KGB because you lost contact with Moscow, and you came to Gotham to take refuge, but now, you left Gotham voluntarily and went to the metropolis to participate in another mess?!"

"Schiller, I really don't know what you think. Are you really afraid that you won't die after jumping between so many forces?"

Schiller, who was sitting on the chair, swallowed. At this moment, he and DC Schiller in the thinking hall asked suspiciously at the same time:
"He... Am I sick?"

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(End of this chapter)