Chapter 2244: Late Autumn in Jincheng (Twenty-Seven)

"How could you..."

The Green of All Things still couldn't figure it out. Schiller and Barbatos cooperated? But why? What attracted him to Barbatos?

The Green of All Things suppressed his thoughts first. He knew very well that he should not worry about the future and should first figure out the current matter. He would not take the blame.

At his level, he could also understand the trends of major events in the universe. For example, he had heard about the opening of the Dou Realm. This was a major event that spanned several universes and even outside the world, and the participants were agents from various universes.

When Pamela of this universe ran out and said that the Green of All Things was the source of all evil, would he still have a good reputation? Would he still have the reputation of plants?

The Green of All Things didn't care what Schiller, the madman, was going to do. He asked Schiller to get Pamela up and make things clear.

The Green of All Things had just checked the household registration. Schiller's hypnosis could not be said to be exaggerating, but it could be said that he made dumplings for this little vinegar.

Pamela's life story was a bit rough, but it had nothing to do with cults or magic. Her parents were just ordinary gangsters. Her parents helped others launder money and swallowed too much money, but they refused to spit it out. In order to get the swallowed money, others chased them to Chicago. Her parents were stubborn and refused to pay. Of course, the result was similar to the two gunshots in the alley.

Pamela's adoptive mother was indeed a little crazy, but she was completely wishful thinking about the man at that time. The so-called pregnancy preparation and hormone influence were actually forcing her to do IVF even though she was not of childbearing age, which led to a cliff-like decline in both physical and psychological conditions. In the end, the child was not saved, and her mentality completely collapsed, making people hate her.

As for the two seemingly true murders, there is a simple answer that makes people laugh and cry.

Pamela did witness the death when she was young, but it was her biological father who shot the person to pieces with a shotgun.

Worried about leaving a psychological trauma on his daughter, her biological father took his daughter to see a psychologist to dilute this memory. In addition, Pamela was young at the time, so she basically couldn't remember it.

The next time, Pamela did kill the man closest to her, but it was more like she used him as a human shield to block the knife of her original wife. However, during the struggle between the three, Pamela was pushed against the bedpost and her neck hit the railing, causing a brief fainting. After waking up, the couple who had stabbed each other died of excessive blood loss.

It was normal for the adoptive mother's biological daughter to come to the door later. Flowers don't bloom for a hundred days, and people have their time to bloom and fade. After people who have been glorious fall to the bottom, they will definitely try every means to grab every life-saving straw. Gotham is so popular now, all kinds of monsters want to come up and rub it. Running to slander Pamela, in addition to sharing her previous compensation, maybe it can make her popular again.

Although it is unfortunate, it is not impossible to happen. After all, one tragedy can easily lead to a series of tragedies. If there must be a mastermind behind it, it can probably be blamed on the Court of Owls. After all, the cause of the incident is still the fight between Gotham gangs. If Gotham is not so bad, wouldn’t this happen?

So the Green of All Things should not take the blame. This is not his business scope at all. Even if you take a step back, you have to go to the Red of All Things for man-made disasters. What does it have to do with me!

Facing the request of the Green of All Things, Schiller shook his head and said, "No, she can't wake up now."

"Why?"

"I drugged her."

The Green of All Things didn't even know what to say.

"Don't get me wrong, this is one of the standard procedures for hypnosis, which requires the cooperation of the patient and also requires the assistance of drugs."

Schiller picked up the cup of water for Pamela, walked to the window, opened the window, poured out the remaining water, looked up at the Green of All Things and said: "You'd better take back your vines. Even if you force her to wake up now, who do you think she will believe?"

The Green of All Things really re-understood what it meant to be despicable. It was hard to imagine that the person who did this could be a human being. He even had the nerve to mention the ugliness of human nature? !

"Then let's talk about how you are going to compensate Miss Pamela now." Schiller gently spread his closed hands, lowered his eyes, and then said: "If you are willing to take responsibility for this, maybe I can also help this poor lady with psychological rehabilitation."

The Green of All Things really wanted to ask me what I did and I would take responsibility, but he also saw that the man in front of him had no bottom line at all.

Pamela was his student. Hypnotizing his own student, drugging her, and forcibly implanting traumatic memories into her could no longer be said to be against the teacher's ethics, but it was somewhat anthropomorphic.

"What do you want to do?" asked the Green of All Things.

"I told you that you have to compensate her."

"What compensation do you want?"

"Her."

The Green of All Things became more and more confused. He looked at Schiller, and then he heard Schiller say.

"Pamela's problem is not psychological, but in her brain. She suffers from an extremely rare encephalopathy."

"Specific manifestations are weak emotional response, stiff facial expressions and body language, and the resulting long-term depression, and uncontrolled excitement after being stimulated. It is similar to schizophrenia in pathology and bipolar disorder in psychology."

"So what?"

"Cure her."

"Huh?"

The Green of All Things was stunned.

"Aren't you a psychiatrist?!"

"To be precise, I'm not."

"But you're an expert in psychology."

"Or are you?"

"Then why don't you treat it?"

"This is in the realm of brain science."

"Then go find a brain science expert!"

"But it's also affected by psychological issues."

"Then treat it!!"

"Brain science is not my field and I can't cure it."

"and you……"

The greenness of everything is choking me to death.

He felt that he could no longer talk to Schiller, otherwise he would be really pissed off, so he looked at Schiller and asked, "How to cure it?"

"If I knew, would I still be looking for you?"

"Have you never been treated?"

"I told you I'm not a brain scientist."

"So how do you usually treat it?"

"It usually can't be cured. So far, humans don't have a complete solution to cerebral neurosis. Otherwise, would I still be looking for you?"

The Green of All Things held its breath.

"But I'm in charge of plants."

"But she is your surrogate."

"But she is a human! Plant will cannot cure human diseases!"

"Then I'll go find the Red of All Living Beings."

"Come back!...Tell me first what neurosis is..."

"In fact, I did feel that many emotions that I had never experienced before burst out at that moment, but there was no abnormal excitement that exceeded the stimulation threshold. It was very refreshing, but not crazy..."

Pamela, who was wearing a skirt, was sitting on the single sofa, her face still hiding the aftertaste, she said: "Thalia is a good bed partner, she will respond to your request with a more mature attitude, and I don’t usually say no, and I appreciate that.”

After Pamela raised her arms slightly and made a circle, she put her hands on her knees and sighed: "Before this, I never thought that the world of normal people is like this. It is so colorful."

"And it looks like you wanted to make it more colorful," Schiller said with a smile.

Pamela showed a smile and said: "Of course, the world should have some changes because of me, right?"

"But I must remind you out of complete publicity that even if you are new to the intense emotions you have recovered and want to try it a few more times, it is best to be more restrained and think about your body."

"So now is it time to answer my question?" Pamela stared at Schiller and said: "What is the treatment process like? Why can't I remember anything?"

Pamela felt that she definitely saw a slightly embarrassed expression on Schiller's face, but the next second, his personality switched.

The vines went along the back of the chair and rested on Schiller's shoulders. Schiller looked back slightly at the vines again, and then set his eyes on Pamela.

"I want him not to run away." Pamela crossed her arms and said, "Why does he rush to leave when this matter is mentioned?"

Unexpectedly, Schiller was silent.

Pamela became even more confused, but at this time she heard Schiller say: "Miss, there are some things that you don't need to get to the bottom of."

Pamela looked at him searchingly.

"I'm afraid I have to admit that hypnotherapy is necessary for this extremely rare disease." Schiller said with a sigh: "But I must also tell you that there is a lot of controversy about this therapy in the industry. You heard about some of the scandals."

"So it's a big gamble for a professor. Once you come forward and accuse him, the direction of public opinion may not be very friendly."

"Why should I accuse him?" Pamela raised an eyebrow and said: "He cured me. His treatment made me feel good. The thing that had been chasing me down was gone. I felt like never before. of ease.”

"Yes." Schiller put one hand on the other, gently tapped the back of his hand with his fingers and said: "We cannot deny the efficacy, but if you know how fragile and helpless you are during this process, If it helps, and the healer can turn into a perpetrator at any time, it may not be able to be generalized in terms of curative effect.”

"You're saying conspiracy theorists amplify the effects of hypnosis?"

“For others it might be amplification.”

Schiller pointed out very implicitly, "I'm afraid you won't be willing to remember this process yourself, because it is not easy to rediscover some painful memories. I completely understand."

"Did I behave badly? Have a meltdown?"

"Sharp teeth."

Pamela said in disbelief: "Did I curse?!"

Schiller took a breath and pretended to think it over before saying, "I would rather call it Gotham swear words than dirty words."

Pamela gasped.

"God!!!" Pamela widened her eyes and covered her mouth and said, "I shouldn't have scolded Professor Schiller, right?!!"

"I'm glad you didn't." Pamela breathed a sigh of relief at Schiller's words.

"But in your rage, you imposed some horrific vine-based restraints on this innocent professor."

"Cough cough cough cough..."

Pamela seemed to be coughing out her lungs. She hurriedly picked up her handbag, pushed the single sofa back to its original position when she stood up, and said to Schiller with a half-hearted smile.

"It's getting late. I'm going to change my clothes first. By the way, I recently switched to floral-scented perfume, which is the smell that you, especially the professor, can't stand."

Pamela walked out quickly. Before leaving, she blocked the door that was about to close with one hand, put her head in and said.

"By the way, the nozzle of my perfume bottle is broken. I'm afraid it's difficult to control the dosage. For the sake of your olfactory system, keep a safe distance of more than 15 meters from me recently and pay attention to ventilation. Thank you! Goodbye!"

Schiller smiled and watched her leave, leaving only a low murmur in the room.

"How do you say that..."

Just tell me whether it’s cured or not!