In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 1137: Schiller does not go to work today (Part 2)

"The Days of Being a Spiritual Mentor in Meiman"

Schiller pushed open the door of his office again, and when he found Mrs. Miller still standing inside, he closed the door with a "bang", turned around and left.

Mrs. Miller cleared her throat and said in a high-pitched shout from the door, "Professor Schiller, if you don't explain to me right away why you tip the newspaper boy twice Call your housekeeper..."

Schiller pushed open the door, sighed, looked at Mrs. Miller and said, "Well-meaning lady, can't I just pity those homeless little fellows?"

"But your extravagant behavior will only make them not deliver other people's newspapers properly. Someone has already complained to me. He just forgot to give a tip one day, and the ink of the newspaper became a mess. "

Schiller pursed his lips, crossed the desk, reached out to turn on the desk lamp, and said, "But if I don't give it now, tomorrow, the ink on my newspaper will be a mess."

"I will teach them a lesson and let them give everyone who subscribes the newspaper equally every day, and send the newspaper with the best printing quality. If they are not willing to do this, then get out of here."

Suddenly, she looked down at her watch again, and said, "It's time for Dr. Bland to write a prescription again. I have to go and see if he has spelled a word wrong... It's really true that you two It's my old job!"

Mrs. Miller turned around and left after finishing speaking. Schiller whispered to herself: "Mrs. Miller is the real Ms. Arkham, it's terrible..."

Schiller just sat on the sofa for a while when the phone rang again behind the glass screen wall. I want to ask you about my academic problems."

Schiller hung up the phone with a snap, looked up at the ceiling, and said: "Three, two, one..."

As soon as the "one" was pronounced, the phone rang again. After he picked it up again, the other party said: "Excuse me, Professor, I know that this is an internal call from the hospital, but I just hope that I can Get your help."

"Okay, what's your question?"

"Can I meet and chat with you?" The other party's voice was not urgent. Although it was a question, it always gave people the confidence that they would definitely get an affirmative answer. Schiller paused and glanced at it own watch and say, "Are you sure? It's almost nine o'clock at night, and you know, late-night talks are not good for you physically or emotionally, right?"

"Sorry, but I really only have free time for the next period of time." After work, and the hospital is about to close, let's talk on the phone."

"Well, I just wanted to ask... I like killing people, is this normal?"

There was a pause in Schiller's movements. He glanced at the phone and said, "This is not normal. You need to be treated. Are you free to come over tomorrow? I think we can talk, whatever is on your mind, you You can talk to me."

"I'm sorry, I'm not free tomorrow. I have something to do, and it's something that must be done." Is it normal? But so what?"

"Don't get excited, think about the consequences before doing something." Schiller muttered to the other end of the phone: "Everyone must be responsible for what they do, impulsiveness will only bring bad results."

Suddenly, a slightly disappointed sigh came from the opposite side, and the voice on the other side continued: "Is this what you want to say?"

"Yes, judging by your voice, you should be young, don't go astray, think about your friends and family, and don't let down those who love you." Schiller spoke slowly and forcefully, he said : "No matter what kind of enmity there is, violent means will definitely bring about the worst results."

"Every psychiatrist says that."

Schiller took a deep breath, and then said: "That means, we all want you to be better off, believe me, we..."

Suddenly there was a busy tone from the other end of the phone, Schiller slowly put down the receiver, and the moment he put the receiver back on the phone, his hand slightly exerted force, making a crisp "click".

Then, he squatted down and opened the cabinet door, and pulled off the phone line connected to the wall. Sure enough, the phone never rang again, and no one came to report that someone wanted to make an appointment for treatment.

Schiller sighed, sat back behind the desk, turned his head, and found that the leaves on the ground had been cleaned up, and his complexion improved a bit, but after a while, the door was knocked again. It was Jason who walked in once.

It looked like he had run a long way, his cheeks were a little red, but he looked radiant. When he saw Schiller, he waved his hand to say hello.

When he ran to the desk, Schiller reached out and touched his head, and said, "What's the matter? Why are you here so late?"

Just as Jason was about to speak, he showed a hesitant expression. Schiller looked into his eyes and said, "Just say what you want to say, what's wrong?"

"Well, I...I want to move to Wayne Manor for a while." Jason's expression on his face was a bit tangled, as if he was afraid that Schiller would get angry, and he immediately explained: "It's like this, the recent period At that time, Dick's condition was not very good, and the tires told me that he seemed a little irritable, and seemed to be arguing with Bruce."

"I went to visit him at his home, and Bruce told me that he has a lot of things to do, and there is often no one at home. Dick may be too lonely, so I want to accompany him. Of course, I heard that, Butler Alfred is a master with a gun, I want to learn some skills from him."

"What's wrong with Dick?" Schiller didn't question Jason's decision, but asked, but unexpectedly, Jason pretended to sigh deeply and said, "I think he may be rebellious." .”

"He has been investigating the case of his grandfather, but there has been no substantial progress. Originally, he has begun to assist Batman in investigating the case, but recently, Batman has been busy making antidotes and doesn't go out much. Investigation..."

"He doesn't know chemistry or mechanical engineering, so he can't help at all. Even Aisha is in kindergarten. He may feel that no one pays attention to him or values ​​him. Go for a spin on the roof of Gotham one night."

"One time, I was bumped by Selena, and Selena told Bruce about it. Bruce felt that it was not safe for him to do so, so he wanted me to help keep an eye on Dick."

Jason said helplessly: "Dick wants to help everyone. If he can't help, he will feel anxious. He especially wants to help Batman. He wants to find a way to enjoy the current life." Peace of mind."

"It seems that he has reached the rebellious period." Schiller concluded: "It may be inaccurate to say that it is the rebellious period. It should be said that it is the emotionally sensitive period of growing up, and rebellion is just one of the manifestations."

"Did his biological parents come to visit him?" Schiller asked again, not forgetting that Dick's biological parents were still alive and living a peaceful life in Bludhaven.

Jason shook his head and said: "His grandfather's case has not been clarified, and the shadow has been hanging over their heads. He doesn't want his parents to show up too much and attract the attention of possible enemies."

"When are you going to move there?" Schiller asked.

"Okay, professor, I know, you actually don't like me getting too close to Batman, and I also know that he has a lot of **** and too many people are staring at him." Jason said His face was full of thoughtfulness that shouldn't be there at his age.

Then, he looked up at Schiller and asked, "Will you be unhappy if I move in?"

Schiller shook his head, looked at him and said: "If you want to save Gotham, you can only follow his footsteps, I can teach you some theoretical knowledge, but I don't want to, and I can't save Gotham. "

"Then what do you want to do?" Jason's eyes shone with a strange light, the kind of pure curiosity that can only be seen in the eyes of children.

"Me?" Schiller smiled and said, "I might want to save the world."

After Jason left, Schiller breathed a sigh of relief, but then he put one hand on the armrest, squinted one eye, and opened the other eye, with a bored expression on his face, as if he didn't know what to do. what to do.

Suddenly, his eyes fell on the cut telephone wire through the glass screen wall. After thinking for a while, Schiller went to the door and called the nurse, pointed to the phone and said, "Please call A maintenance man, help me connect the phone line."

Suddenly, he paused, rolled his eyes, and said to the nurse: "Forget it, no need...Help me hide the phone line in the cabinet, and don't let Mrs. Miller find it. Go upstairs to the ward."

After speaking, Schiller twitched the corner of his mouth, and walked sideways from the nurse. Seeing him leaving quickly, the nurse shook her head in confusion, and went to clean up the phone line.

When Schiller pushed open the door of Jonathan's ward again, Jonathan was making the bed. He looked Schiller up and down again. Free time, I just found something interesting, do you want to take a look?"

"I'm not as free as you." Jonathan's movements only paused for a moment, and then he continued to spread the quilt. Schiller walked to the chair next to the table in the center of the room and sat down, looked at Jonathan with his head tilted and said: " Are you really not interested?"

Two minutes later, the two sat on the chairs on both sides of the table, staring at the phone in the middle of the table with piercing eyes.

Schiller leaned forward and said, "He just found my office and got through to the internal phone there. I cut the phone line and calculated the time. He should call again. .”

Jonathan pursed his lips and said, "Create a sense of ubiquitous surveillance? Does anyone still use such an old-fashioned routine? Could it be the bumpkins in the metropolis?"

"Shh." Schiller made another "silence" gesture, and the two continued to stare at the phone. About 30 seconds later, the harsh phone rang.

Schiller counted down about five numbers, then picked up the phone and said to the other side: "Hello, patient's family, I'm Doctor Schiller who is making the rounds. Do you want the patient to answer the phone?"

After saying this, Schiller placed the phone receiver horizontally in the middle of the table, and together with Jonathan ~IndoMTL.com~ he leaned his head over and listened to a pretentiously deep voice coming from the phone.

"Hello, Professor Schiller, it's me. Just now, I couldn't get through to your office, so I can only call here to find you. I'm sorry to disturb your rounds."

Jonathan immediately gestured to Schiller, meaning let me come, and Schiller gestured "ok" to him. Jonathan picked up the receiver and said to the phone in an aria-like tone:

"Marilyn! How are you? I really miss you very much. I really didn't expect that my family would be so opposed to our marriage! Every day I spent here, I was tormented by missing you !”

"My God! Mr. Klein! Don't get excited. I know that hearing your fiancée's voice again makes you feel very sad, but please take a deep breath immediately!"

"What are you talking about?" The voice on the other side revealed a hint of doubt.

"I'm sorry, Marilyn! Don't cry! I know, you miss me too! Although we are thousands of miles apart, the moonlight can make us talk to each other. My dear lover, please don't forget me— —”

"I'm sorry, the patient's family, the patient's emotions are too emotional! I'm sorry to disturb you, but I have to hang up."

"Finally, I want to say that your fiancé really loves you, goodbye, Miss Marilyn!"

With a "snap", the phone was hung up, and then, a burst of unscrupulous laughter came from the ward, happy like an innocent child.

And in a certain mysterious room, listening to the busy tone from the other end of the phone, a figure stood there in a daze, with a big question mark appearing above his head.