By the time Alberto left, it was already dark, and before Schiller could rest for a while, the electric bell rang again.

This time it was Bruce who appeared outside the door, he wore a high-necked sweater and a trench coat, he looked very tall, and when Mrs. Miller passed by the door, he smiled and nodded at him, which made Mrs. Miller very happy.

When he sat across Schiller's table, looking at Bruce's gradually serious expression, Schiller said, "It's been a long time since you appeared in the psychiatric clinic at Gotham University, and this time you made an appointment for treatment at Arkham Hospital, what's wrong?" ”

"It's been a long time since you've been in the psychiatric clinic at Gotham University, Professor."

Schiller sighed and said: "You took the initiative to make an appointment for psychotherapy, don't take the tone of competing for the initiative in business negotiations, are you a doctor or am I a doctor?" ”

"If you're going to win a negotiation, then I'd suggest you go home and talk to the wall."

Bruce's lips moved for a moment, then he said, "It's actually Alfred......"

"Your butler? What happened to him? ”

"Before, Evans stayed at my house for a few days and Alfred was happy, but after he left, I could clearly feel that Alfred was a little disappointed......"

Schiller looked Bruce in the eye and said, "Isn't that normal?" Facing the departure of a friend, everyone will be a little unhappy, right? ”

"I think you've got that in mind, so you're sad now that you've found out that Alfred has been in a state of loneliness that you didn't care about before......"

"He grew up with me, I knew his hobbies, I used to prepare tickets for him to go out for the opera house, I wanted him to go on a trip, or build a nursing home for him to care for, but he didn't want to ......"

"You think it's because he likes Evans very much, and Evans is gone, so he's not happy?"

"Isn't it?"

Schiller shook his head and said, "I think he's happy because you agreed to Evans coming over for the night, or rather, he's happy because you've made friends in college." ”

"But ......"

"Do you want to say you don't need friends? Or further, do you feel like you don't need those extra feelings? So what do you think your feelings are for Alfred? ”

Bruce's mouth moved again, but he didn't say the word, and didn't seem to want to mention it, and Schiller thought he heard it, and he said, "I'll compare Alfred to your parents, and I don't think you should object to the analogy." ”

"Generally speaking, normal parents are happy and relieved when their children bring their classmates and friends home and get along, most of which is gratified by their children's growth in interpersonal interactions, but also partly because their sensibility and rational judgment are happy that their children have the ability to give normal emotional contributions."

"If your child has a normal ability to give and receive affection, it means that the child can feel the love of his parents, and when you can be sure that your love is received by others, you will feel very happy, because this is a common emotional feedback mechanism."

"On the other hand, if your child is indifferent to everyone around him, as if his heart is dead, then parents will also start to worry about whether their child does not feel their love, or whether it is because they do not love him enough, which is causing problems in his ability to give and receive emotions......"

"It's the same with Alfred, he's like your parents, he puts all his emotions in you, and when you show any bad changes, he reflects on himself, and when you have some good changes, that positive feedback comes back to him and makes him feel happy."

"This is the most normal emotional relationship between parents and children in the world.

"By now you should be able to understand the reason for some of Alfred's emotional swings, right?"

Bruce nodded, signaling that he fully understood the theory, and then said, "Then what do you think I should do now?" ”

"It's up to you, I think, Alfred should know you well, he should know which is the real you, which of your emotions are real and which are disguised."

"Now that he's happy about your friendship with Evans, can I inference backwards that you did get some positive emotions in this friendship?"

Bruce didn't say anything, and Schiller said helplessly: "You can't be a mind reader, Bruce, if you don't tell the answer, are you going to let me guess?" ”

"If you're referring to the drowsiness of not being able to sleep, and the helplessness of being dragged to listen to some old-fashioned opera, there are some."

"I remember bats are supposed to be mammals, not birds......" Schiller looked at Bruce, and Bruce looked at Schiller, not knowing what he was going to say when he suddenly changed the subject, and then Schiller turned a corner and said, "Birds are not as hard as you are." ”

"Can't sleep sleepy? Why didn't you say it when you went out all night in tights to fight criminals? Helpless to be pulled to listen to some old-fashioned operas? If Evans beats you, he doesn't have to get a bomb to blow himself up in the church pit......"

Bruce didn't have the slightest embarrassment to be exposed, he still said expressionlessly: "I'm here to find a solution, I can't let Evans live in my manor all the time, as far as El Cone has no opinion, Selena will be very angry......"

"You'd better ask your questions before looking for a solution."

"I've been talking about my problem for a long time, and I've found that Alfred has been immersed in a lonely mood and I want to make a change."

"I have already given the answer to this question, if you are happy, your housekeeper will be happy, if you are not happy, he will not be happy."

Bruce fell silent again, and he found himself being wound into a dead end by Schiller again, and if this theory followed, the simple way to make Alfred happy was to make himself happy.

This solution should work well in theory, but in practice it is almost impossible, because Batman is unhappy for many years.

It can't be said that it is unhappy, it can only be said that there are not many fluctuations in mood.

The atmosphere in the room fell silent again, and Schiller didn't continue to give Bruce advice, because if he followed the normal process, he would have to go deep into Batman's heart and discuss why he was unhappy and how to make him happy.

Considering that conducting research on this proposition would most likely constitute an academic infringement on the clown, Schiller decided that it would be better not to delve into it.

"Do you think it's possible to keep his emotions from being completely pinned on me?" Bruce brings up another possibility.

"This is indeed a direction, we still look at it according to that theory, parents will have such a mental journey, if they really start to withdraw their emotions from their children and return to their personal lives, then there are two possibilities."

"Either they are convinced that their children are happy enough to live well even if they don't need them, and understand that the greatest source of happiness for their children is not the care of their parents."

"Then they will take the initiative to transfer their emotions, either to others or to focus on themselves."

Schiller buttoned up the cap of his pen and made a soft noise, he looked at Bruce and asked, "Do you have any plans to get married recently?" ”

The abrupt change in subject matter left Bruce stunned.

"I'm not kidding, if you have plans to get married recently, then Fred should be able to get out of this state, or you and Selena have a baby, and this situation should be solved fundamentally."

Bruce shook his head slightly, and Schiller continued: "There is also the possibility that some kind of unfulfilled obsession of parents is greater than their love for their children, and when they pick up this obsession again, the feelings will be withdrawn from the child and invested in their obsession. ”

"Obsession...... Bruce muttered with a frown, and Schiller then asked, "Although a little offended, I still want to ask, does your butler still have relatives alive now?" ”

Bruce shook his head again, and Schiller asked again, "So did he ever marry or have a crush?" ”

Bruce paused for a moment, then shook his head again, and Schiller asked, "Is there any, or do you not know?" ”

"I know a little bit but not enough and that's probably the problem, he knows me well but ......"

"Well, you've identified everyone around you, even remembering all the information about strangers you've only seen on the road, but you don't know your nearest butler in detail...... Maybe it's proof that he's so special to you. ”

"I'll figure it out." Finally, Bruce said.

The fireplace in the room was completely burning, and the fire was getting louder and brighter, but on the contrary, as the sky grew darker and the temperature got colder, and when the rain began to fall again, it had turned into tiny ice crystals, and then into pale snow particles.

It's hard to imagine a city on the East Coast with snow in the fall, but Gotham has been ridiculous for a long time, and it's not bad that this is weird.

Schiller sat behind his desk, and there was a lot of people coming and going.

In the eyes of Copote, who was troubled by his life choices, the table became the ice on which he stood, and the skinny bird swayed down from the table, only to see a faint flame in the deep blue sea as it fell into the sea.

Evans, who was two-faced, walked in, and the room became his stage, and the lightning and thunder thundered outside the window, and when the lightning fell, suddenly, the blinding light split the whole room in two, half black, half white, and when a cluster of flames burned on this line, it was brighter than the sun.

Before Evans's figure had completely left, Batman walked in, the vast snowy night in his heart was darker and colder than anyone else, the flame was so faint that it was completely invisible, but he still stood here, as if the illusory light could provide him with a trace of warmth, even if it was only psychological.

The three figures beside the campfire stood alone, and soon, more figures came over, some of them had familiar faces, and after standing for a while, they walked into the wind and snow again, and some of them were very illusory, as if they were separated by a cosmic barrier.

When the cold wind suddenly rose, the flames became weaker and weaker, the figures who came and went took out the firewood and threw it into the fire, and the burning "crackling" sound sounded again, the rapid electric bell rang, Schiller looked up, and a green-haired figure stood outside the door, still carrying a bottle of wine in his hand.

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