In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 801: How did Schiller split in the first place (Part 1)

"The Days of Being a Spiritual Mentor in Meiman"

, the days when I was a spiritual mentor in Meiman

It was another silent night in Gotham. In the deserted corridor of the hospital, there were only shallow footprints left on the tiled floor, telling the hustle and bustle of the day and the silence of the night.

In such a city that is always extraordinarily noisy due to gunfire, the hospital is still quiet, and the injured are silently licking their wounds here before they can face the danger outside again.

Hold the doorknob of the ward door with one hand, and turn it lightly. The sound of the door opening did not cover the slight vibration of the instrument. Schiller came in and said, "What did the attending doctor say? How did the medicine adapt?"

Schiller looked at the report card in his hand, and a piece of drug reaction data on it made him feel a little familiar.

Connors once told him what kind of data means that the lizard serum can take effect, and the good news is that this string of numbers happens to be included in the effective range.

Schiller came to the hospital bed and looked at Bruce lying on the hospital bed. Now, he has changed beyond recognition.

The burns from the fire in the warehouse before healed up, he was splashed with chemical agents, and then exposed to the wind and sun, without perfect treatment, leading to further infection and deterioration of the wound.

What was even more frightening was that after he fell into the chemical dye bucket, most of the hair on his body had been corroded, and his skin had turned into a zombie-like rough surface.

This image is very frightening. After the epidermis has been corroded, the subcutaneous fat, muscles and tendons are intertwined. He has become the muscular man in anatomy textbooks, but it is even more terrifying than that.

Now Bruce no longer has that handsome appearance. His youth, strength, and beauty all disappeared with that fall, and his body became silent, like a bird stuck to a mousetrap The bat, in order to fly again, had to peel off its skin.

But neither Victor nor Schiller saw this appearance. Through this terrifying appearance, they saw the soul that was gradually awakening.

The powerful force emanating from it surprised Victor, and made Schiller silently draw a sign of the cross for another smiling bat.

May God bless him, Schiller thought, a Batman who laughs only after being infected by the clown virus will never be able to match a Batman who really wants to laugh.

Schiller subconsciously stretched out his hand and touched the side of his neck, and Victor followed his movement, his eyes fell between his fingers, and he saw that there was a shallow scar there.

Since Victor knew Schiller, he has always had such a scar on the side of his neck. This actually made Victor very puzzled, because he didn't think anyone in this city could hurt Schiller.

But Schiller never talked about it. It seemed that it was not an accident that could be laughed off. Standing in front of the hospital bed, Victor said again: "Schiller, can you tell me what happened? Is it wrong? I don't think you are a person who abuses students, how did Bruce become like this?"

"Victor, do you want to hear a story?" Schiller stood in front of the bed, looked into Victor's eyes through the soft light from the spotlight on the top of the ward, and said, "A Stories about pride and prejudice?"

Schiller lowered his eyes and looked at the monster lying on the bed. He said: "When Bruce came to report to school on the first day, he was far from as strong as he showed, and he is still the same today."

"He has been relying on bluff to strengthen his confidence that he can complete the great cause of revenge. I don't like dealing with such people..."

Victor thought for a while and said: "Indeed, if a person is so paranoid that he can deceive himself, it will definitely evolve into a tough idea that requires others to cooperate with him. He must get too deep into the drama to not wake up." Come."

"I have a deep understanding of this..." Victor said with a sad expression: "During the most desperate days, I told myself that my wife will definitely wake up, and she will definitely wake up." , she will recover."

"If someone casts me a sympathetic look, comforts me, and makes me mourn, I will have an urge to kill him, because he is puncturing my illusion, and I rely on this illusion survived."

Schiller sighed slightly and said: "At that time, I thought that my rejection of Bruce's behavior was out of my own emotions and a conclusion obtained after some rational analysis, but I didn't find out that since then At first, something terrible happened."

Victor slightly opened his eyes and looked at Schiller, wondering what kind of thing he called terrible.

"You should know, I'm not a native of Gotham, since I came to this city, I feel dull and boring."

"And when Bruce appeared in front of me and asked me a question, I heard a series of laughter, ringing in my heart, but at that time, I didn't realize the seriousness of the problem... ..."

Schiller paused for a moment, and then said: "As you may know, I have been suffering from mental illness, including congenital autism, and anxiety disorders caused by acquired causes, and I also have some obsessive-compulsive performance."

This is the first time Victor has heard Schiller admit that he is mentally ill, but he already knew it.

Schiller's daily behavior and habits are indeed somewhat abnormal, but this is nothing in the city of Gotham, so it will not attract too much attention.

But Schiller seems to have been avoiding this fact, he is unwilling to talk about his mental state.

Victor can understand that no matter how good the theory is and how rich the experience is, doctors will not be able to heal themselves, because doctors are human beings with weaknesses, and they are unwilling to face their illnesses.

And now, Victor heard Schiller talk about his mental state for the first time, which revealed Victor's long-standing doubts.

"I don't know if you know anything about savant syndrome, but for as long as I can remember, my mental world has been different from other people's."

Schiller tapped the guardrail of the hospital bed lightly with his fingers, and made a crisp sound, he said: "Of course, I didn't know this until later. I didn't know until later that the spiritual world of normal people is chaotic and disorderly." , their way of thinking is completely different from mine..."

"They looked at their memories, instead of going down the stairs, looking for the time stamps on the files, pulling out the folders and looking carefully, but using a more hazy and chaotic method to remember their experiences They even lost some of the past.”

Schiller squeezed the guardrail hand lightly, and Victor captured the details of this action. He said: "If you really don't want to recall, then don't think about it anymore, let's talk about other issues Let's go."

Schiller shook his head and continued: "When I was very young, I used to see other children build blocks, and I thought it was very interesting, so for the first time in my spiritual world, I used Some memory fragments built a building block tower."

“The tower was very small, shaky, and crumbled, but in the days that followed, I had nothing else to do, so I tried repeatedly to make more blocks and build a taller tower.·

"At that time, I was driven by instinct, I didn't know what it was doing, I just thought it was interesting, and I didn't feel the danger hidden in it."

"I just want a bigger tower, so I made more blocks to reach a higher place, but I think, you should know, the blocks will collapse one day."

Victor understood Schiller's analogy. After all, he had also read Schiller's thesis on the temple of thinking, so he asked: "In your childhood, you built a tower of building blocks that you could not control, so One day, that tower collapsed, what happened after that?"

Schiller was silent for a long time. He said: "Accidents in the real world did not happen on the day the tower collapsed. All of this had been foreshadowed."

"When I built the tower higher and higher, I found that I began to have a stronger memory ability, able to remember the details of every day, with a photographic memory, and memorize it backwards, and because my spirit itself It's not normal, I didn't consciously cover up all of this."

Victor had a bad premonition, and he asked, "You showed your genius, and then what?"

Victor found that when Schiller narrated all this, he always paused for a long time habitually. ~IndoMTL.com~ After a while, Schiller went on to say: "The characteristics of most ordinary people who are different from this society are always easily noticed, and my life has undergone some changes. Originally, this It's nothing, but after the block tower collapsed, things became unmanageable."

"Have you lost your mind?" Victor asked.

"It's worse than that." Schiller looked down at his fingers and said, "I'm just an ordinary person. The human brain has an upper limit, and thinking is always limited by the bandwidth, and it is impossible to expand infinitely."

"I made the acquired information into building blocks one after another. In order to build the building blocks higher, my personality climbed up the tower of building blocks, just to put the next building block on top."

"If the building block tower represents all kinds of information I have obtained, then the ground represents my spiritual foundation, and obviously, my mental stability is not that high."

"So, on a certain day, there was an earthquake."

Victor exerted a little force on his fingers holding the notebook. He looked at Schiller, but he didn't see any special expression on his face, but it was obviously not as easy as he said.

Translating these symbolic tropes into more immediate concepts makes the matter all the more terrifying.

A genius who was born with savant syndrome and possesses super memory and learning ability, one day, his spiritual world completely collapses, which may cause many terrible consequences.

"It doesn't really matter if the ground cracks or the tower collapses..." Schiller shook his head and said, "The important thing is that my personality fell from the top...and broke."

Victor was dumbfounded.

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