Chapter 468 Is Schiller Sick? (Part 2)

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

"Have you seen Schiller recently? ... Oh, really? It's like this, I'm a little worried about his recent mental state, do you want to ask him to come over?"

"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 hand, saying to the other side: "Do you know how terrible it is? He can even finish his meal in 15 minutes, and he actually started eating broccoli!"

"Remember the dinner we had at the Wayne Hotel? He specially found the chef In the room, he shot the broccoli! Before that, he kept telling me that he couldn't use a gun..."

Victor moved the phone in his hand to the other side. The hand holding the phone gradually became younger, and the phone turned from blue to black. Bruce said to the other end of the phone:

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

"And he didn't take any other teacher's class because he missed a class. He didn't mention it all day today, and didn't leave more homework. , and he didn't say he would take an exam tomorrow..."

"After being late because of the traffic jam in Gotham, he didn't even bother the mayor. I think you should get him treated quickly, otherwise I can't imagine what else he will do..."

"Dr. Brand, I found your number in the phone directory. I hope you don't mind my interruption. I'm Mr. Rodriguez's housekeeper, Merkel."

Merkel stood next to the phone desk and said in a low voice: "Can you please come over tomorrow? ...Oh, really? Do you really not provide family medical services?"

"Yes, I understand, the spirit of an entire city The pressure of disease diagnosis and treatment is all on a hospital, so of course you will be very busy..."

"Yes, I hope you can ask Mr. Schiller to come over. Although it is a bit offensive for a housekeeper 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 again. He stood by the window and stretched and yawned. After washing up in the washroom, he went downstairs.

This time, Merkel got up earlier than him. When he saw Schiller coming down, he stretched out his hand and said hello, "Good morning, sir, breakfast is ready."

Schiller nodded, then walked towards the dining table. When he sat down to eat, he found that Merkel had been standing by the door, looking at the scene outside the window.

"Why are you standing there? Aren't you going to eat?"

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

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

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

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

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

The newsboy sneered and said disdainfully: "A postman? A postman can't survive more than two days in Gotham!"

"I know all the small roads from the South District to the West District. It doesn't even take an hour to get here, which is faster than those gentlemen who drive."

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

"Oh, wait, I can't take this." The newsboy suddenly handed the money back. Merkel looked at him in surprise. The newsboy shrugged and said:

"It's different now than before."

"You know that Cobert in the North District? The Falconet family asked him to take over the management of all the children in Gotham. He A very powerful set of rules has been formulated. "

"I can't explain the details to you, but we don't allow illegal tipping now. If someone reports it, I will lose my job."

"I don't want to lose such a lucrative job. I finally got all the work in the West District. Since Cobblepot got rid of those annoying parents, all the money I earn is mine. If they don't take me to work, it will be bad."

Seeing that Merkel stopped there and didn't take it, the newsboy threw the coins back directly. When Merkel caught the coins, he only saw his back gradually going away. He shook his head and returned to the manor.

When the letter was delivered to Schiller, Schiller had just finished his meal. 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 moment and said, "I have a class this afternoon, so I'll go over 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, and formal invitations require writing invitations. If it is a private gathering, you can make a phone call directly."

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"Then I'll call him later."

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

"Then can't I just ask that person to find Brand?"

"Then I can call him first, and then I can ask you to answer the phone after I find Mr. Brand on the opposite side..."

Schiller covered his forehead helplessly and stopped arguing. By the time he arrived at school after dinner, it was already afternoon.

In class, Schiller first explained the reason why he was late. He originally thought that some students would complain, but what he didn't expect was that everyone expressed their understanding. He almost said, "It's good to be late, it's wonderful to be late." .

Before class, just like many university teachers do, Schiller planned to talk to the students about daily topics, relax the atmosphere, and get closer. As a result, everyone sat there tremblingly, and no one said anything to him. .

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

Schiller was stunned for a moment, and then thought, this is 1988, 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 by rote until they were familiar with it. until.

Schiller lowered his head and flipped through his textbook. Only then did he realize that he was not teaching at Harvard or another Ivy League school. The quality of the students here was far from being able to learn flexibly, and rote memorization was more suitable for them.

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

I don't know why, but my acquaintances have a special attitude towards me, that is, fear with a hint of worry, worry with a hint of worry, and worry with a hint of sympathy.

Schiller thought this while packing his things. After leaving Gotham University, he drove to Arkham Psychiatric Hospital.

In fact, he had no idea what Brand was doing by suddenly calling him over, but he felt that chatting with a colleague should help relieve 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. Then, thinking about something else, he suddenly asked: "By the way, how is that Hugo Strange?"

"Oh, him, last time I found him fainted in the consulting room, so I carried him to the ward. After he woke up, he became a little crazy and kept talking about monsters and impossibilities. , and also attacked the caregiver.”

"Then how did you deal with it?"

"How else can we deal with it? He obviously has a mental problem, and he may have 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 of them walked in while talking. When they arrived at Brand's consulting room, Brand changed the topic and said, "Let's not talk about him anymore. Let's talk about you. How are you lately? I think you don't look well. ”

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

"It's like this. Victor called me and said, you seem to be under some stress recently. Do you want to do a mental self-examination?"

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, he handed it to Brand. Brand frowned more and more as he looked at it. He shook his head and said: " What happened to you recently?"

"Is everything okay? If I must say, something did happen when I went to the Metropolis. By the way, I haven't told you about my experience of going to the Metropolis yet. It was quite exciting..."

"When I first got there, there was a murder, and then agents cordoned off the entire estate, and then..."

"Wait, agent??" Brand suddenly frowned.

He stood up and strode to the door. After opening the door, he looked around in the corridor. Then he came to the window and closed all the curtains. Finally, he sat back at the table. , looked at Schiller quite worriedly and said:

"Did those people find you again??"

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

"Furthermore, even if you were hiding in Gotham, you actually ran out and threw yourself into a trap. Did those agents discover your identity? You shouldn't be able to let them see any flaws, right?"

Schiller slowly widened his eyes. Brand looked at his expression and said with some hatred:

"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, and I didn't say anything. Everyone has the freedom to choose their own path."

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

"But what I can't understand the most is that you have already joined the KGB, but you regret it again!"

"If you don't want to complete the mission at all, why do you accept it???"

Brand seemed to have been holding back these words for a long time, and his tone contained anger:

"At the beginning, you were suspected by the KGB because of the disconnection with Moscow, and came to Gotham for refuge. As a result, now you take the initiative to leave Gotham and go to Metropolis to participate in another mess?!"

"Schiller, I really don't know what you think. You jump back and forth between so many forces. Are you really afraid that you can't die?"

Schiller, sitting on the chair, swallowed his saliva. At this time, he and DC Schiller in the Hall of Thought asked at the same time in confusion:

"Is he... sick?"