In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 250: Snowy Night Campfire (5)

"The Days of Being a Spiritual Mentor in Meiman"

, the days when I was a spiritual mentor in Meiman

Schiller, who was taking a nap in the lounge, heard the electric bell ring. He raised his arms in a daze, looked at his watch, sat up, and shouted to the door: "Wait a minute."

He straightened his clothes in front of the mirror, opened the door and went out.

Evans was standing in the middle of the room when he saw Schiller come out and said, "Sorry, Professor, am I a little too early?"

"No, why did you think of making an appointment to come here?" Schiller turned his head and looked out the window, but he didn't see the car that often picked up Evans. Evans saw his movements and said a little embarrassedly: "I'm not Came from the manor."

"Sit down."

Schiller and Evans walked to the table and sat down. Schiller took a closer look at Evans and found that he looked a little haggard. He asked, "What's wrong with you? I heard Mrs. Miller say little Falcone When I called to make an appointment for treatment, I was a little surprised, why didn't you just invite me to Falcone Manor?"

"I... don't live in Falcone Manor anymore." Evans put his hands on the table, lowered his eyes and said, "I've moved out."

"Oh?" Schiller took a sip of water, and the fireplace in the house was getting hotter and hotter, making him a little hot. He said, "This is really interesting, have you moved out?"

"I know it's a bit ridiculous, but... anyway, I don't live with the godfather."

"Why?"

Evans pursed his lips tightly, his expression was rarely serious, and he said: "Alberto told me everything, I really didn't expect..."

His expression was a little sad, and a little complicated. He seemed to have a lot to say and urgently needed an outlet to pour it out.

"I didn't expect it to be like this, I really didn't expect it... This is really ridiculous, how could my brother..."

Evans covered his eyes with his hand, and then waved his hand again before Schiller could speak: "...well, I have actually accepted this fact, but...the relationship between Alberto and the godfather is a bit complicated , right?"

"I live in the Falcone Manor as before, but I always feel inexplicable palpitations, sometimes a little fear, and more importantly, I feel a little out of breath when I face the godfather. "

"I know this is not my feeling, but Alberto's influence on me."

Evans frowned, looking a little painful, and he continued: "Before, when Alberto took over the body, I couldn't feel anything, as if I fell asleep, but if he was too emotional, I would also be woken up, just one night, it was raining heavily, and it was still thundering..."

Evans looked out the window, as if he saw that rainy night, the rainwater flowed down the glass, and when a flash of lightning flashed by, those fine raindrops emitted a dazzling luster.

Alberto was half kneeling on the ground, his face full of fear, and opposite him was the godfather standing in front of the window.

"That emotion was too strong. I don't know what he was afraid of, but it woke me up and made me feel his pain with empathy."

"So what did you do?"

"I don't know what I should do, but there is one thing I can do, and that is to separate the two of them."

"So you moved out?"

Evans nodded and said: "The godfather is very dissatisfied with this, but I insist not to go home, and he can't help it. Recently, I live in the dormitory of the school, and occasionally I go to my classmates to borrow."

"However, after that day, my brother will not show up, I am worried that there is something wrong with him, professor, can you..."

"Well, I know this is a bit ridiculous." Evans pressed his forehead and said, "But it's not me who needs psychological treatment today, but Alberto."

"Of course, your bills are sent to the same address anyway, close your eyes and do as I say..."

Two minutes later, Alberto opened his eyes, stared at Schiller with a cold gaze and said, "Why did you ask me to come out?"

"Your younger brother was very worried about your condition, so he asked me to give you psychotherapy."

Alberto cursed in a low voice, Schiller rested his elbows on the table, and then rested his chin, watching Alberto with great interest. It was amazing that although he and Evans had the same face , but the two look completely different.

The difference in temperament leads to the change of expression, and the facial lines involved in the expression make the appearance of the whole person look different.

This is a very good observation material, because this is a real dual personality, not the kind that is hypnotized or imagined.

"It seems that you don't want to accept your brother's love anymore?"

"Thank you? Do you know what that idiot did?!"

Alberto turned his head in the other direction, sighed deeply, and said: "He ran to the godfather, went to the godfather and said, 'I'm moving out, I don't want to live at home anymore', the godfather asked him Why, he said, 'Because you are in the Falconer estate'..."

Alberto covered his eyes and said: "Can you imagine the expression of the godfather at that time?"

Alberto’s voice was full of exhaustion. He said: “I can feel that the godfather is indeed old. If it was before, if I dared to say such a thing, he would shoot me directly and let me Reflect on the blood loss, and then bandage me."

"What's more frightening is that this is just the beginning. He came out of Falcone Manor, and the driver wanted to take him off, but he didn't use it. He said he wanted to walk by himself. He wanted to get out of Falcone in the night of Gotham. Na Manor walks to Gotham University..."

"Thank God, he got to Gotham University safely, and then because he didn't bring the dormitory key, he had to go in through the window, and the upstairs students were alarmed by the window in the middle of the night, and they fired twice, but they didn't hit him ..."

"On the second day, he felt that the bed in the dormitory was too hard and the environment was not good, so he wanted to find his classmate to spend the night..." Alberto covered his face and said:

"He is looking for that person named Bruce Wayne."

"He said that he had never been to the famous Wayne Manor, that he had a good relationship with Bruce, and that he would definitely let him stay for two days..."

Schiller coughed twice more, then covered his mouth, Alberto looked at him, Schiller paused for a while before returning to normal, looked at Alberto and said, "I swear, I didn't laugh. "

Alberto said very weakly: "Then Bruce really agreed, and the next night, they went back to Wayne Manor."

"Then did you see a strange figure standing beside your bed in the middle of the night?"

Alberto's hand flicked, as if there were no words to describe his mood.

"He took Bruce to chat about his new musical until midnight, and then performed an impromptu performance, which attracted the old butler Alfred, who liked him very much and strongly urged him to do more. Stay for a few days..."

Alberto gritted his teeth and said: "Then, he was very confused, wondering why I didn't show up these days..."

Schiller couldn't hold back any longer, and Alberto looked at him with a blank expression and smiled, as if this reaction was within his expectation.

Schiller took a deep breath and tried to suppress the desire to laugh back. He looked at Alberto and said, "I admit that what Evans did is a bit...but you don't just do it because of it." Show up?"

Alberto leaned back in the chair, his blond hair covering half of his face.

"You're jealous, aren't you?"

Alberto did not speak, Schiller put the pen back into the pen holder and said: "You know what? I met a case very similar to yours before. He is a little prince of a country..."

"His elder brother is the heir to the royal family. He is reckless, impulsive, and doesn't think about things, but no matter what troubles the eldest prince makes, his father will always wipe his ass."

Lowering his eyes, Alberto said: "People always have extra tolerance for stupid people."

"You are more open than him."

"The example you gave is not accurate enough, because we are not brothers, we are one person, even in terms of personality, he has an older brother in his memory, but I don't think I have a younger brother..."

"But you should also know that if there is no Evans, the godfather will not let you live. He can kill you the first time, and he can kill you the second time."

The blond hair completely blocked Alberto's eyes. He looked at Schiller through the gap in the hair and said, "Of course I know. He never regarded me as his son. His only son is Evans." .”

"So you should be very entangled now, everyone has abandoned you, no one has chosen you, including the godfather, including Batman, and including me, all of them have chosen Evans..."

"And Evans chose you."

"When he found out that you were very afraid of the godfather and the godfather hated you very much, he resolutely chose to stand by your side."

Alberto's mouth was tightly pursed, and there was even a tinge of blue at the corner of his mouth. Schiller then deduced: "So you should be very entangled now. You can't find an answer, so you can only choose to escape."

"Actually, you can also think about it from another angle..." Schiller took out a new case book and began to write with his head down, and said while writing, "You should also see that the godfather gave Evans all the training plans. All failed, he was not born to do this."

"He's a bad guy, he has no moral burden on killing people, and he doesn't mind gang fights or other crimes, but he's not bad enough, nor ruthless enough."

"He is a good guy with excellent grades, a wide range of friends, and a love of art, but he is not good enough. He doesn't have that natural sense of justice and mission, and he is more likely to follow the crowd."

"Such a person can do any job, but unfortunately, he just can't be a godfather."

"The godfather may have recognized this fact a long time ago, and he tried many methods, but none of them worked."

"The godfather said that he is like his wife."

"Perhaps, but the problem now is that the godfather really only has this one son. Even if he can not pass on his position to a blood-related son, after searching through the twelve families, there is no more suitable heir. , other people are not only stupid, but also bad."

"That's why I'm still alive." Alberto's voice revealed a pain.

"I can live not because I am his son, but because I am a qualified heir."

"Otherwise, as you said, if he can kill me the first time, he can kill me the second time..."

"Have you tried talking to the godfather?"

"Talk?" Alberto showed a stiff smile and said, "How do I talk to him? I can't even stand up straight when facing him..."

"If you are the Godfather's enemy ~IndoMTL.com~ you will understand how terrible it is to face him."

"You regard yourself as his enemy, but how can you be sure that he also regards you as his enemy?"

"If I'm not his enemy, why did he kill me?"

"Even if you are his enemy, he has already killed you."

"The only positive answer I can give you is that many people think that the godfather is very tolerant. This is not because the godfather is acting, but because of his personality. The biggest charisma lies."

"You said that you are very like the godfather, then you can put yourself in his perspective and think about it. A person who has been killed by you has come back, and you will treat him as your opponent and enemy. Keep an eye on him?"

"He can kill you the first time, he can kill you the second time, but that's the problem."

"You have already lost to him once, and you will lose to him for the second and third time. You have proved that you are not a threat to him with your successive failures, so he may let you go, no? Is it?"

The silent Alberto is like a statue, and Schiller sees the shadow of Loki in him. He is also jealous of his brother, afraid of his father, and unrequited of love.

This is a very strange thing to Schiller, because they are separated by two universes and have nothing to do with each other, but their souls are surprisingly similar.

For Schiller, experiencing such a thing twice in a row is like facing a math problem in school, writing out a solution, and then thinking about the second solution, not only does not feel troublesome, but also very happy.