Chapter 1279: A Pair of Lonely Figures (XIX)

"We don't want to know why Schiller knows what clothes are in your closet..." Hal said.

"We are not interested in what you do first thing when you get up..." Constantine immediately followed.

"You two even get along to the point where you stab each other, I mean, you can still live in peace after stabbing each other..." Clark immediately continued.

"...We are not surprised at what you will do." Lucifer made the final decision.

Like a drama, he took over the conversation without any gaps, blocking Bruce's words to explain back into his mouth, like a punch on cotton, which made him feel powerless.

This matter is actually not difficult to explain. The most tortured scene between Bruce and Schiller in the past four years is to revise the paper.

Even if Bruce Wayne is a famous rich man, a famous psychologist like Schiller would not bow down for a few dollars and rush to Wayne Manor to revise his paper.

Bruce would not let Schiller do this, because Wayne Manor also has Selina, Dick, Aisha and Alfred.

Let alone his girlfriend and children, if Alfred knew what his paper was like, I'm afraid that Aisha couldn't save Bruce's image in Alfred's eyes.

In other words. The place to revise the paper is either in school or in Rodriguez Manor, but even in school, Schiller still has to go home in the end. Bruce can only go home with him before the revision is completed. Want to run away? Not possible.

Of course, as we all know, the scene of Batman walking in the garden and being hung on the tree basically appeared when Schiller asked Batman, who had just finished patrolling, to come to the manor to revise the paper.

Batman walked in the garden not because the garden was so easy to walk, but mainly because he didn't want to be seen by Merkel. Otherwise, with the speed of information exchange between butlers, Alfred would come to kill him in less than an hour.

Looking back, Bruce wanted to slap himself in the face when he was a freshman. At the beginning, he asked Schiller to leave him a room in Rodriguez Manor. Unexpectedly, his words came true. In the past few years, whenever Batman slept, he basically stayed at Schiller's house.

Although Batman is not a typical autistic person and has basically no stereotyped behavior, he is not a sloppy person. Like other patients with mental illness, he likes to put everything in a familiar place, so no matter where he goes, as long as there is a wardrobe, the way of placing clothes is unchanged.

Bruce also knows that this way of placing clothes actually comes from Alfred, because since he was a child, Alfred has been organizing his clothes. The old butler is British and is meticulous in storing formal clothes. Even if there is a little difference between shirts, they must not be mixed. Each piece of clothing has its place.

When Bruce stayed at Schiller's house, he basically did not bring a change of clothes, but the problem was that for Batman, sleep is not the end of the day. He is also used to thinking about some problems that he has no time to think about during the day in his dreams.

As mentioned before, human dreams are connected by the dream world. The distance between dreams does not entirely depend on the distance between reality. It is not necessarily close in reality, but there are exceptions.

Generally speaking, the distance of dreams is based on the frequency of consciousness activities, which can be explained in a slightly sci-fi way as "brain waves". Brain waves at the same frequency are more likely to connect together.

And obviously, after Schiller and Bruce tortured each other over Bruce's paper, both of them fell asleep with a lot on their minds. When they returned to their own palaces of thought, they were even more angry, mainly Schiller.

Then, Schiller found that even without crazy wine, as long as Bruce fell asleep in this state, the dreams of the two were still very close, so Schiller could climb over the wall, grab Bruce, and continue to revise the paper in his dream.

Although there are many rooms in the Thinking Tower, including some empty offices, Arrogant really doesn't want other Schillers to know what Bruce's paper is like.

So. Every time he brought Bruce from that hole, and then took him to his room, the two continued to have some unfriendly consultations on the content of the paper, with discussion first and discussion later.

Over time, the other Schillers got used to it, and in the end, Bruce could even climb over the wall from his dream, walk through the hole below, and come to Pride's room without Pride's guidance.

In the real room, there are no clothes or wardrobes, but in the Mind Tower, everything depends on imagination. When Bruce stays in Pride's room, he will project the bedroom in his memory here, and it will temporarily become his bedroom in Wayne Manor, and naturally there will be a wardrobe that Alfred has packed.

The special thing about Schiller's Mind Tower is that when Pride goes to work, the Mind Tower is also open, and Pride's thinking and the operation of the Mind Tower do not affect each other.

So it is easy to have a situation where, in reality, Pride Schiller is giving a lecture at Gotham University, and Bruce is sleeping below, but Bruce is not sleeping, but doing homework in the room of the Mind Tower.

This is the most important reason why Pride Schiller allows Bruce to sleep in his class, no doubt. Of course, his own statement is slightly different from this, but it can be ignored.

Under such circumstances, it was difficult for Schiller to know the details of Bruce's life. The flow of thoughts was different from that in the real world. Schiller kept Bruce correcting papers for dozens of hours at every turn, including how many hairs he had grown. I’ve almost counted them all.

These people in the theater in this world are not surprised by this. As they said before, these two people stabbed each other, or even stabbed each other more than once. They tortured each other for four years, tortured until the end, and almost played each other. Even if they die, they can finally sit together calmly, so what else do they advise? What else is there to advise?

Even Clark began to doubt whether he was right to forcefully separate them. He thought that both of them must be in pain just because of their illness. Now he found that if he could take care of these two lunatics, he might as well go to Mexico. Plow two more acres.

Clark even wanted to say that these two people should join forces to create a tutorial to teach all mental patients in the world to pair up in this way, one-to-one precise internal friction, internal conflicts, internal resolution, and not to harm ordinary people. If it can really succeed , it’s simply a blessing.

But the problem is that Jason in this universe doesn't know this. In his opinion, Schiller is a weirdo who suddenly appeared, and he may even be a criminal. Therefore, when Schiller said very accurately that Batman is very private, When he got used to it, his jaw almost dropped.

Even through the mask, it could be seen that Jason's mouth could not be closed for a long time, and besides the shock, there was another emotion, which was the anxiety brought about by curiosity.

Just when Jason opened his mouth to ask, suddenly, a pair of fasteners were handed to Jason. Schiller looked at Jason and said, "Don't worry, your adoptive father has made an appointment for five hours of treatment for you."

Jason opened his mouth again. He was about to object to the time, but then he remembered Schiller's words just now. He read the word in his mouth, and then said: "...Adoptive father?"

"Isn't he your adoptive father?" Schiller said, pretending to be confused: "Did I misjudge your relationship? It's okay. Medical records can be changed..."

After saying that, Schiller put down the tableware in his hand, wiped his hands gently, and turned around to get the medical record. But at this time, Jason suddenly started to stutter. He was holding a tachyon in one hand and stammered. Said: "No, um, wait a minute..."

Schiller sat back again, as if he just thought of it, and said a little doubtfully: "If he is not your adoptive father, why would he be willing to pay such a high price? To let you see me for psychological consultation?"

"Price? What price?"

Jason keenly picked out the words in Schiller's words. Although he had a bad temper, he had an extremely rich imagination.

He felt that Batman must have agreed to Schiller's unreasonable request, so he immediately said angrily: "Did you lie to Batman? Deliberately described my problem as serious, huh, you kind of I've seen a lot of liars, tell me, what did you get from him?"

"I'm not a liar, and I didn't lie to him. My psychological consultation was clearly priced and he paid for it, so I will give you treatment."

When Schiller said it was money, Jason immediately breathed a sigh of relief. He waved his hand and said, "Tsk, what did I think it was? That rich old man has a lot of money..."

"Oh, really? Then I'll be relieved. Please bring this bill to him after the treatment today."

Jason didn't care what he said at all. He crossed one leg over the other in a breathless voice, lifted up the lower part of his mask, took the water glass, took a sip of water, and took the bill with his other hand. , glanced at it and said: "Who do you think you are? You still want to ask me to run errands? Just let me take you... poof!

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Jason stood up at once, his eyes widened, and he stared at the series of numbers at the end of the bill that had no decimal points and seemed extremely long. His voice almost screamed: "Thousands ? Ten thousand, one hundred thousand? ?

Jason took the bill down, looked at Schiller with the same shocked look, then took the bill back up, looked at the number again, and finally looked at Schiller again.

"Wait a moment!"

Jason shouted. As soon as Schiller opened his mouth to speak, Jason stretched out a hand to stop him. He glanced down at his clothes, then ran back to the center of the living room, turning his head back and forth to look at the entire room again.

Obviously, the most eye-catching thing in the living room was the dazzling array of exhibits displayed on the bookshelf. In Jason's eyes, these strange sculptures began to shine with the luster of money, and soon he found a familiar collection among them.

"...Isn't this the horrifyingly expensive wine glass that was in the warehouse before?...Oh, I understand!" Jason suddenly understood, and he quickly walked over to sit opposite Schiller.

As if he had discovered a big secret, the young man leaned forward, stared at Schiller with bright eyes, and lowered his voice and said: "You are not laundering money for Batman, are you??!

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Greedy in the theater slapped him on the forehead, and said loudly to Jason on the screen: "Look carefully! Boy! Who is laundering money?! The arrogant old antique who can't even do abacus?! His vision is very bad!"

"I think I'm going to be in bad luck." Jason commented with a stiff face: "He actually dared to talk about money in front of Professor Schiller. I think he might be thrown into the river. I hope Batman can save him in time. He fished it out."

Although the others remained silent, they obviously agreed with Jason's evaluation of himself.

Everyone knows that Professor Shiller hates to settle accounts and has great malice towards finance. He calls Wall Street the enemy autonomous region of mankind. Anyone who repeatedly talks about money with him will not have any good results.

But somewhat unexpectedly, Shiller was not angry, but just smiled and looked into Jason's eyes and said:

"Isn't Batman your adoptive father? He is willing to spend so much money on you. I thought you were very important to him."

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