Chapter 2292 Gotham Music Festival (Twenty-Four)

Chapter 2285 Gotham Music Festival (Twenty-four)

"Calm down, Clark." Schiller said, standing not far from Clark: "Your name is Clark Kent, and you are in a bar in Gotham now. You are safe, and we are all your friends."

"Friends... no... no... traitor..."

"What are you talking about?" Diana frowned and stared at Clark, as if ready to take restrictive measures at any time.

Schiller stepped forward to block Diana and walked towards Clark, but Hal waved his hand fiercely at him, telling him not to get close to Clark. After all, Clark was out of control, and no one could stop him here. Schiller might be in danger.

But Schiller still slowly approached, repeating to Clark who he was, where he was now, and that he was safe, until Clark's breathing slowed down, and Schiller walked over and patted his back.

Clark sat on the bar stool, with the front half of his body lying on the bar, and sweat dripped from the ends of his hair and the tip of his eyebrows.

"Are you okay, Clark?" Hal asked with great concern, "Did you drink too much? Or are you allergic to some ingredient in the drink?"

"Is there something wrong with your ability?" Diana obviously wanted to make some more realistic guesses.

Clark opened his mouth. He wanted to refute, but how could it not be a problem if there was a problem with mind reading? So he kept silent.

Schiller used his eyes to signal Diana not to speak. He said, "Maybe it's not a good habit to let alcohol flow in your blood. It may make you make wrong judgments."

This is it again, Hal thought. Schiller seemed to explain this matter as Clark drinking too much, but also took Diana's guess into account. Combining the two, it became Clark letting the alcohol go too far, resulting in a misjudgment of his ability, and then suddenly showing a state of loss of control.

Hal could feel that Schiller was not lying, and Clark's expression also proved that what Schiller said was the truth, but why did this sentence sound like it was talking about something else?

This episode passed quickly, and Clark quickly returned to normal, but it reminded everyone that it was very dangerous to let such a powerful being become unconscious, and Clark also promised them that he would never drink again.

After everyone dispersed, Clark turned back to find Schiller who stayed in the bar to clean up the debris of the bar. He stood at the edge of the mess, at a loss, but couldn't help asking: "What is that?"

"Normal phenomenon."

"No, doctor, I mean what I feel..."

"It's a normal phenomenon." Schiller repeated again.

Clark stared at Schiller, as if he wanted to see something from his expression, but Schiller had been cleaning up the bar silently. In the end, Clark couldn't bear it anymore, and the debris floated up and flew into the trash can next to him. Schiller had nothing to do and could only stand there and look at him.

"Doctor, please." Clark looked at Schiller helplessly and said, "I must know what Oliver is going through and why he has such emotions. It will break me and him."

"No." Schiller just said calmly.

Clark looked painful. Schiller walked up to him, patted his back and comforted him, saying, "Oliver knows what he is doing. Since he started on this path, there is no room for weakness and retreat."

"I don't understand. He has suffered enough pain. Where did this come from? Why don't you tell me and let me solve them?"

"Because it's hard for you to solve it. Some things in this world are not just right or wrong." Schiller shrugged.

Clark stared at Schiller with those eyes, as if he didn't give an answer today, he would use this look to stare a hole in Schiller's back.

"I can't explain all this to you in my current identity, and you won't accept it." Schiller shook his head and said, "If you want to listen, be prepared."

Clark nodded slowly and carefully.

"I used to work for the FBI."

Clark's eyes widened in shock. He stared at Schiller and said, "You're not... I mean, for intelligence, right?"

Schiller shook his head and said, "It's not about this universe, it's about my last life."

Clark recalled that Schiller said he came to this universe because of death, which means it happened before he died.

Clark breathed a sigh of relief.

Then his curiosity rose. This was a big secret. He knew that everyone was more or less peeking at Schiller's last life, but no one got a complete answer.

And now he got a new piece of the puzzle. He just wanted to know what caused all this and what consequences it led to, and why he talked about this.

"An accident." Schiller said, "Then I started working with them, so I know them."

"FBI?"

Schiller shook his head and said, "All of them, they can be roughly summarized as all law enforcement and intelligence agencies in the United States."

"Is Oliver's matter related to them?"

"It has always been related to them."

Clark was really impressed. Schiller used to talk like acupuncture, and now Schiller talks like scraping. He went around and around, and finally got to nonsense that had no meaning, but this nonsense seemed to be part of the truth, and it contained some important secrets.

Clark now began to miss the professor very much. He swore that from now on he would never say that Professor Schiller was venomous. Sometimes it is better to be a little venomous. Schiller's words were so conservative that Clark thought he was watching the President of the United States. The first speech after taking the stage.

"So who did it?" Clark wanted to hit the nail on the head.

"All of them."

"What did they do?"

"That's what they've always done."

"doctor!"

"I'm here, don't worry too much."

Clark experienced for the first time what it felt like to be deprived of oxygen.

Schiller walked to the sofa next to him and sat down, waving to Clark, and Clark had no choice but to sit next to him. Schiller turned around and said, "Look, I am a psychiatrist, and my entire responsibility is to make my The patient should stay in a good mood, so I would tell you, don’t worry too much.”

"This is the most error-free thing within my scope of responsibilities. It is enough for me to do this. I am worthy of our relationship and the medical fees paid to me by the patients, so I have always been a good doctor."

"But I think you will be deeply impressed by that professor because you can always remember some of his harsh words. Although they are too straightforward, they always point to the truth and give you inspiration and guidance. Do you think Is he a good professor?"

"Of course, of course he is."

"Does everyone think so?"

Clark was silent.

He can't say without conscience that Schiller is a good professor who has been praised by everyone. In fact, everyone who has dealt with him in depth has mixed evaluations of him. Even in terms of teaching ability and teacher ethics, he is by no means a good professor. Completely positive reviews, even mixed reviews.

Even Schiller's good friend Victor often said that Schiller used his talent to trick others, hoping that others would have the same kind of genius and inspiration as him. In addition, the teaching of theory can be said to be lackluster. , if anything, this teaching method is more suitable for gifted students.

Everyone believes that Schiller has indeed done nothing that fundamentally harmed the students, but some of his methods for the benefit of the students were too radical, which seriously affected his evaluation of his teacher's ethics.

So in general, Schiller's evaluation in this regard is mixed, and although it has little impact on him, it is always not as good as his unanimous praise in another universe.

Greed's professional ability and medical ethics in Marvel are completely praised. Some people say that he makes too much noise to treat patients, which is a bit scary. Others say that he hides his plans and always surprises him.

But no one has ever questioned his treatment methods. Although his morals are not very high, his medical ethics is quite good.

"Do you know why?" Schiller asked.

Clark shook his head, and Schiller sighed and said: "The reason why arrogance is arrogance is because no matter what the environment is, he sticks to his pride and will not change."

"If he wants to tell the truth, what he tells must be the truth, and it is the truest truth. There are no euphemistic modifiers. It must hit the nail on the head and hit the point directly."

"But I'm different. I don't have so much persistence. I can say it or not. If I want to say it, I can break it up, crush it into pieces, and hide it in a whole sea of ​​gentle and kind words. You can't understand. It doesn’t matter, I said it anyway, if you don’t understand, it’s because you don’t have enough understanding.”

"And if your condition can't get better because you don't understand, I don't care, because I have more ways to cure you, and you will definitely be cured, regardless of whether you understand the truth or not, and whether you understand what I'm talking about. No matter what you do, you are destined to go down that path.”

"Every time Arrogant puts down his pride, it is painful. He does it because something is worth it, and if I hold on to nothing, I am invulnerable and nothing is worth it."

"That's the difference, Clark. When you are ruthless enough, you won't suffer. As long as you care about something, you will always feel despair."

Clark found that he gradually understood. Although these words were vague and had no beginning or end, he had wonderfully entered into Oliver's perspective.

It wasn't that he wanted to come back, but that he had to come back. But even if he came back, his heart would still remain in that land, filled with care, pain and despair.

Is Oliver pointing to some kind of truth? Has he swallowed his pride for this? But even so, did it still fail?

Did the pain and despair Clark felt when he was empathizing with him come from others not believing the naked truth he pointed out? What did they do?

Clark told himself not to think about it, and he didn't dare to think about it, because when he contacted "all of them" that Schiller had mentioned inexplicably before, he was worried that this might be a long-planned trap.

Clark understood that he was not actually worried. The moment his super brain started working, he knew that this must be a fact, but he was not willing to believe it emotionally.

Because if it is really all of them, and it has been planned for a long time, and Oliver has already appeared here, with endless pain and despair, it proves that things are not going to change much.

Clark stood up suddenly and ran out the door quickly. He stopped the moment he stepped through the bar door, slowed down, looked back at Schiller and said.

"Doctor, I don't know why you can firmly say 'nothing is worth it', but I sincerely hope that one day you will realize the shallowness of this moment. We all have that day."

"My day has not been too long, so I know that even if some things are right or wrong, history cannot fairly judge whether our actions are worth it, time will definitely prove that someone cares, someone remembers - then everything is worth it."

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