In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 1375: The Call of the Stars (1)
Rocket Raccoon followed Schiller into the office of the director of the Arkham Sanitarium. He raised his head and looked around, as if he was looking at Schiller's taste in decorating the room.
This is a fairly large comprehensive space. After entering the door, you can see the large light-colored birch floor-to-ceiling windows in the reception area. The sofa near the window is warm light coffee color, with some characteristics of modernist furniture. On the other side is a black desk and rows of bookshelves behind the desk, showing some British retro atmosphere.
It's eccentric and messy, Rocket thought, but tasteful and comfortable, no doubt about it.
But that desk is a bit out of place—it's not the style, it's just that the desk is a little messy, with various pens and notebooks stacked together, as if it has just been dug out from a dusty warehouse.
As soon as Rocket Raccoon jumped onto the table, he tripped over two pens. He gritted his teeth, sighed, looked at Schiller and said, "You are so messy. As a doctor, you Can't you keep your office clean and tidy?"
"It's neat here, at least until you come." Schiller glanced at the raccoon, then at a piece of animal hair that had just fallen on the reflective tabletop. Rocket Raccoon followed his line of sight, stretched out The paw scratched his ear and said, "You're right. I've been a little anxious recently, so it's inevitable that I'll lose my hair. Do you have any good pet shampoo?"
"You're used to using such self-deprecating jokes to ease the atmosphere." Schiller put away the two pens, opened the drawer and threw them in, and sorted out the books piled on the side of the table, and Say: "This is not a good habit. You think your self-esteem is not reflected in these areas, and you feel that you don't care. But over time, you will become less and less sensitive to words that hurt yourself."
"How else?" Rocket Raccoon spread his paws, sat down on the table, and said, "As you can see, I'm just a raccoon that sheds hair."
"You are too negative, but this may be related to your years of wandering among the stars. All the lives you encounter are too different from you. You can hardly find the same kind. In order to be kicked around in the crowd."
Schiller took out another ballpoint pen, began to write and draw on the medical record, and said: "Your attitude now shows that you still have a little energy, and when this energy is exhausted After that, you will become very aggressive, you will no longer accept any teasing from anyone, and you will become hot-tempered and violent."
"Then, some words related to you will become your taboo, such as animal or raccoon, you just want to go crazy when you hear this word, and you can't restrain your inner anger at all. The most typical stress response after encountering mental abuse."
Rocket Raccoon opened his mouth, and Schiller said before that: "But it's not your problem, you were remade out of thin air, without any socialization education, and you can't find anyone to imitate The same kind of people who always want to integrate into society, but can't get the point, which makes you very depressed and even starts to doubt yourself."
"Because I saved your life and was friendly to you, you still hold out hope, even lowering your self-esteem to make fun of me and please me, hoping that I won't treat you like everyone else Kick it out, I really wouldn't do it, but your behavior is not the right way."
Rocket Raccoon sat on the table, propped his cheek with his paws, shook his beard, and looked into Schiller's eyes intently.
"Behavioral science is more like mathematics. Compared with the analysis of emotions in psychology, which requires empathy, behavioral science needs empathy. The behavior of intelligent life is a bit like mathematics. There is only one cause, performance and result. Answer, wrong is wrong, there is no room for embellishment.”
Rocket Raccoon suddenly became a little overwhelmed, but he didn't even know why he was suddenly embarrassed.
"Since you can remember, no one has ever talked to you so rationally like me, without any surprise that you are a talking raccoon, curiosity about your bizarre life experience, and no Contempt for animals, I will even tell you some professional knowledge that not so smart people can't understand."
"You don't know how to deal with this kind of situation. If you were a human, I would judge that you are not socially good, but you are not a humanoid creature. You don't have your own society, so it's normal to have no social skills."
Rocket Raccoon clenched his paw, smacked his lips, lowered his head and said, "What are you trying to say?"
"What I mean is that most of your pain now comes from the fact that you want to integrate into the society of other races, but you are always incompatible. You first hate their indifference, and then hate your own race and identity, and then start Denying one's own personality and meaning of existence, this is a common 'outsider' symptom.”
[The novel app that has been running stably for many years is comparable to the old version of the book chasing artifact, and the source-changing app that old bookworms are using,]
"But the correct way to deal with it is that you have to find your own companions first, learn behaviors from similar people, build your own society, and then exercise your social skills in it."
"Companion?" Rocket Raccoon read the word in his mouth, he looked up at Schiller, and said somewhat expectantly, "Are you talking about you?"
"I'm not your kind, and I won't be." Schiller shook his head and said. Too much attention is paid to psychologists, hoping that psychologists can understand them, care for them, and treat psychologists as their kind.”
"But in fact, psychiatrists are not the same as anyone else. We just calmly identify problems, analyze them, and provide you with solutions. This is not because I like patients, but my duty."
"If you mistake this kind of behavior for unique liking and think that you can find approval from me, then you are bound to be disappointed."
Rocket Raccoon lowered his head, his ears quivered, and said in a slightly contemptuous tone: "How unfeeling, doctor."
"But you haven't listened to my advice yet."
"Isn't that a suggestion just now? It's the nonsense you said to find someone of the same kind to build a society?"
"Of course not, but don't take it as nonsense, I know it sounds a bit boring, like a great truth, but if you can be more patient and listen to the prelude, from my personal feelings, I will be more I like you a little bit." Schiller reached out and touched Rocket Raccoon's head.
"Then what's your suggestion?" Rocket Raccoon's voice sounded hopeless, he shook his head vigorously again, flicked his ears and said, "It doesn't sound like a good song from the intro, I don't think so. I will like it."
"You should find animals with the same intelligence as you as your partners, so that they can truly understand you."
"It's easy to say." Rocket Raccoon complained, and he muttered resentfully: "Smart animals, do you humans count? Oh, yes, you are too smart. Compared with these nonsense, The prelude just now was considered pleasant."
At this moment, there was a knock on the door, and Rocket Raccoon looked a little vigilant. He watched Schiller stand up and yelled at his back: "Obviously it was our private time, and you were very professional just now." Come on, why can't it work now?"
As Schiller opened the door, he made a silent gesture to him. After opening the door, there was no one outside.
Rocket Raccoon's eyes widened in surprise, and saw Schiller bent down and picked up something from the ground. When Schiller turned around, Rocket Raccoon only saw a yellow lightning tail.
"Long time no see, Pikachu, what's the matter? The group of Spider-Man dazzled your eyes, so that you don't even remember your old friends?"
Schiller hugged Pikachu back to the seat and sat down. Pikachu flicked his tail, shrugged his nose, and said in a funny voice on purpose: "Hey, don't mention it, a dozen Spider-Man broke it in a month I have four game consoles, and I have never seen so many fancy ways to die in a game in my life!"
"I guess, my little clinic has been destroyed and rebuilt several times, right?" Schiller rubbed Pikachu's cheeks with both hands and said, "Peter liked to pinch the controller after he made a mistake in playing the game. Fragments are scattered everywhere, and like him, there are many Spider-Man who don't know how strong he is."
"Isn't it! But I promise, it's very decent now, when are you going back to cook there? I want to eat scrambled eggs."
"Are you missing me or scrambled eggs?" Schiller said, rolling his eyes.
"Can I understand that you are jealous of scrambled eggs?"
The two choked on each other, and Rocket Raccoon standing on the table was completely stunned. Singing in a rap-like tone.
"Oh, my God, why is there a raccoon here?" Pikachu saw Rocket Raccoon standing on the table, he looked him up and down, and said, "This guy's face is so ugly that I thought , he was just made into a specimen a few hours ago."
What did you say? ! "Rocket Raccoon raised his tone and said: "Look at your bright and dazzling fur and those two cumbersome long ears. I dare say that if you squat in the children's toy section of the supermarket, you will be killed by those screaming people in less than two minutes. The little monster bought it home to wipe his saliva! "
Pikachu jumped directly from Schiller's arms onto the table, walked up to Rocket Raccoon on his short legs, turned around in a lightning-fast manner, and the lightning-shaped tail made a "whoosh" On Rocket Raccoon's nose.
"Ow!
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! Damn, you are screwed!
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"Let's see who is finished!"
"Boom! Boom!"
"Zi la——!"
Watching two small figures jumping up and down in his office ~IndoMTL.com~ sweeping many decorations piled on the table to the ground, Schiller was not angry, but sat behind the desk, As if waiting for something.
Suddenly the door was knocked again, Schiller raised his voice and said "Come in", Gwen Spider-Man pushed the door and walked in, and was stunned by the scene inside the door as soon as he entered.
But there is another small red and blue figure in her arms. Spider Pigman is a pig bitten by a spider. The famous superhero in the animal world roars when he sees someone fighting in the room : "Stop it all!"
Seeing that Rocket Raccoon and the yellow mouse didn't have any intention of stopping, Spider-Ham snorted coldly, launched spider webs to stick to the top of the table, kicked Rocket Raccoon who was about to pounce, and then Punches Pikachu in the cheek, slapping him against the French windows.
After Rocket Raccoon and Pikachu got up from the ground, they shook their heads in a daze. The three little animals looked at each other with surprised eyes, and they were all stunned.
"Okay, everyone." Schiller stepped out of the desk and reached out to pick up the pen that had been knocked to the ground by Pikachu and Rocket Raccoon.
He knelt down and looked at the three little guys and said: "Although I don't have obsessive-compulsive disorder, if I condone some people's disrespectful vandalism in my house, it must be because he is valuable. You think you have Is it worth it?"
The three little animals swallowed their saliva together. Then he nodded vigorously with such a strength that he wished to shake his cervical spine.
Looking down at them, Schiller showed a satisfied smile and said, "Now, let's talk, can you do something for me?"