In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 421: Metropolis Suspect (7)

"The Days of Being a Spiritual Mentor in Meiman"

, the days when I was a spiritual mentor in Meiman

"Oh, yes, I see that you have devoted a chapter to this issue in your latest paper, but I see that your main focus is on the philosophical and ethical aspects... ..."

Lai Onel clasped his hands and smiled all over his face. He said: "This is really a bit difficult for ordinary people like me with little talent and knowledge. You know, businessmen like us with little education, I still like to focus on some more practical issues..."

Speaking, Lai Onnell showed another embarrassed expression, he seemed to want to ask but didn't dare to ask, Schiller said understandingly: "It's okay, come to Mr. Onnell, I'm here to answer You're confused, aren't you?"

Lionnel put his hands under the table, he laughed twice, and then said: "You are really approachable, and you are much easier to talk to than many experts I have met."

At this time, a waiter came in, Schiller turned his head to look at him, and Leonel explained: "Sorry, I asked him to come over."

Speaking, the waiter brought two wine glasses and a bottle of wine from the trolley behind, and Leonel explained: "Originally, I planned to share this classic bottle of wine with Mr. Mayor, but who knows... ..."

"But it's okay, Mr. Schiller, can I call you that? It's also my honor to have a drink with a scholar like you."

The beautifully colored wine is like a gemstone frozen in the cup. Seeing Schiller's skillful lifting of the cup, Laonier's smile deepened.

Then, he took out a box of cigars from the handbag next to him, asked the waiter to cut it up, and lit it for Schiller. Schiller took a puff of the cigar and exhaled a thick smoke. He leaned back in the chair with some relaxation On the road, Leonel still leaned forward, chatting with Schiller about some common sense issues about psychology.

As the atmosphere of the chat became more and more heated, the topic returned to the previous question. Lai Onnell asked: "As I said before, I have no intention of questioning your academic level, but will a person The personality of the human being is transferred into another human body... This sounds like a fantasy."

"Leaving aside the philosophy and ethics that give me a headache, I am only curious about a question that ordinary people would be curious about. How did this happen?"

"Come on, Mr. Onell, I know you are curious about this, but I also want to ask you a question." Schiller glanced at the **** of the cigar burning, and said, "I heard that you started from nothing and established The huge Luthor business empire, how did you do it?"

"This..." Leonel opened his mouth, he didn't know how to answer this question, he didn't know, if he answered this question with that set of perfunctory and polite words, would Schiller Will also answer his question with the same attitude.

"This is the question that a layman will have when looking at an expert. When a person has achieved extremely high achievements in some aspects, many people who don't know this aspect like to ask a question, that is, 'How are you? Did it?'."

"They are eager to get a specific method that can be implemented from your mouth, but in fact, only experts understand that there is no standard answer to this question. In most cases, even if you answer it seriously, you can only answer it. Answer a perfunctory answer."

"For example, through hard work, a little inspiration, and a little luck, you wanted to answer me like that just now, right? Come to Mr. Onel?"

Lai Onel's expression froze for a moment, but soon, his face was full of smiles again, he said: "Indeed, many people want to get the secret of success from me, but where is the secret? People all over the world know how to do business, but there are very few people who can truly become rich."

"Of course, I also understand that the layman regards psychology as a mystery, and always thinks that we all read minds and can tell what they are thinking just by looking at them, but it is not the case."

"This is also a subject that requires a lot of theoretical knowledge, and then learn lessons in practice, and achieve achievements through systematic and scientific training."

"As for what you questioned before, whether it is possible to change one person's personality into another person's body, I can say clearly that it can be done, but if you really want to hear the principle , I’m afraid I have to learn from scratch.”

The smile on Leonel's face did not diminish, he said: "Look at me, I was so fascinated talking with you, I almost forgot today's business, the matter of Lax..."

"Psychotherapy is a long-term process. I can't turn him into a normal person who is good at socializing overnight. As for how to treat him, I need to give him a basic examination first."

"Mr. Onnell, to tell you the truth, I have already seen that you are eager to get results." Schiller took another sip of the cigar, and as he spoke, the smoke gradually filled.

"Like everything in this world, if you're willing to pay enough, there's always a faster way..."

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Lionel picked up the wine glass knowingly, clinked the glass with Schiller lightly, and said: "This is the best news I have heard in these years."

After a while, the red-haired teenager Lux was brought back to the reception room. He sat opposite Schiller, and Laonel, who was standing beside him, asked, "Uh... I want to go out first. Is it?"

"No, no."

Schiller's answer was beyond Laonnell's expectations. He froze for a moment, and then explained as if he had suddenly reacted: "I thought others needed to avoid it."

"This is just a simple examination, not a formal treatment, so you can wait by the side."

Therefore, Schiller sat across from Lux and gave him a preliminary inspection. The inspection process was very simple, basically asking some of the simplest questions, such as name, height, weight, age, etc., as well as simple units Number addition and subtraction and graph description.

Lionnell has been sitting by the side watching, Lux put his hands on his knees, and answered Schiller's questions rigidly, without asking why, and without making any unnecessary movements, when Schiller asked him, he just answer.

"It's a bit strange..." Schiller looked at the piece of paper in front of him for recording, then looked up at Onnell and asked, "Are you sure the previous diagnosis was autism?"

The smile on Leonel's face weakened a bit, he seemed a little hesitant, turned his head to look at Lex several times, and then said: "Yes, that's what the previous doctors told me..."

Schiller frowned and remained silent. The atmosphere in the room froze, but after a few tens of seconds, Schiller said to himself, "Probably atypical autism."

"What's going on? Professor, did the previous doctor misdiagnose it?"

"No, it doesn't count." Schiller wrote and drew on the paper, and then said: "I don't know if the doctor explained it to you before. There are many types of autism spectrum. A kind of autism with communication impairment, generally a typical autism.”

"But there are also atypical autism. The symptoms of these patients are many, and we cannot generalize them. It seems that your son's situation is a bit complicated...

"I'm sorry, Professor." Lyonel interrupted Schiller's next words, he glanced at Lux, and then said: "Is he autistic? Could it be..."

Schiller gave him a strange look, and then asked with some doubts: "Mr. Onnell, why do you seem a little..."

At this moment, Leonel realized that he had lost his composure. Just as he was about to adjust his expression, Schiller said in a tone as if he had suddenly realized: "Oh, I see..."

Lionnel's fingertips trembled, and there were some slight changes in Lux's numb expression. At this moment, Schiller suddenly said:

"I have seen many such parents who feel that their children are not sick. They don't trust doctors, teachers, or even their own relatives."

“They think the diagnosis is bullshit, and their child is no different from anyone else in their eyes.”

Schiller came over and patted Laonnell on the shoulder, saying: "I can understand this feeling, no father wants his child to be sick."

"However, Mr. Onnell, escaping is not an option. My diagnosis may be slightly different from that of the previous doctors, but there is no doubt that your son Lux Luthor has some mental problems. Different from ordinary people."

"So far, the most likely diagnosis is still autism spectrum disorder, but the specific classification needs to be determined with more detailed diagnosis."

At this moment, Leonel's stiff expression eased a little. He sighed, wiped the corners of his eyes with his fingers, and then said with a sad expression: "Indeed, I also hope that Lex Like a normal kid, even if he's a **** like Little Wayne?"

Schiller saw a slight change in Rex's numb expression when he heard the name Wayne.

Restraining his gaze, Schiller nodded to Laonnell, and he said, "Don't worry, Mr. Luthor, everything will be fine, your son will return to normal, I promise."

Lai Onel asked hesitantly: "Can you really..."

"Remember what I said before? I can even change the personality of one person into another. Autism does require long-term treatment, but..."

Schiller showed a smile, he looked into Leonell's eyes and said: "As I said before, there is always a faster way, isn't there?"

Schiller saw a sneer in Leonel's eyes, but soon returned to a smile.

At this moment, a series of noises suddenly came from outside the corridor, as if someone was running over in a hurry, Schiller and Laonnell turned their heads at the same time, but Lux seemed to have not heard it, and remained numb sitting in place.

With a sound of "bang", the door was pushed open by a waiter, Leonel frowned, and said, "What's going on? What are you going to do?"

"Mr. Luthor! You better get down quickly! Officer Benjamin please get down quickly!"

"What's the matter? What are you doing in such a panic?" Laonel was a little dissatisfied, he frowned and reprimanded the waiter.

"Someone died!...and someone else died!"

Schiller also frowned, and Leonel stepped forward and asked, "Who is dead?"

"I...I don't know, but I heard that it seems to be an agricultural product dealer called...called..."

The waiter stammered there for a long time, but couldn't explain clearly. Lai Onel waved his hands impatiently ~IndoMTL.com~ and said, "Bring Kex back to the room, let's go down and have a look."

While walking forward with Schiller, he said: "Agricultural product dealer? It may be the old Parker. He is the largest agricultural product distributor on the East Coast, so this dinner invited him..."

Lionel frowned deeply and said: "Damn it, Mayor White's death has not been found out yet, why did someone die again? Is there any curse in this **** manor?"

After Schiller and Laonnell came downstairs, they saw a dead body lying in the middle of the banquet hall. Laonnell walked forward and talked with Benjamin. Schiller stood down after going down the stairs At the stairs, Chu didn't have the slightest intention to go forward.

Benjamin turned his head and glanced at Schiller. Soon, he came over, looked into Schiller's eyes and said, "I heard that you have participated in the detection of many famous murders."

"Yes, are you going to hire me?"

Benjamin's eyebrows furrowed deeply, but before he opened his mouth to answer, Schiller turned around and said, "But I'm not going to accept it, I'm going back to sleep."

"Wait!" Benjamin stopped Schiller, who was about to go up the stairs, and said, "Two homicides occurred in a short period of time. This may be related to the serial murders in the Metropolis before. You don't often Participate in this kind of eucalyptus?"

Schiller stood on the stairs and paused for a while, then turned around, looked at Benjamin and said, "You misunderstood, I only participate in the college defense, not the kindergarten report performance."

Benjamin kept staring at Schiller, and Schiller turned back, walked up the stairs with his hands on the handrail, and left the last sentence:

"If the serial killers in your metropolis are only of this level, my suggestion for defense is to delay."