"Mr. Wayne, I want you to understand that in general, psychiatric treatment is a very private matter, and neither the patient nor the doctor wants a third party to be present, and an unrelated person is here to listen, and no one will sincerely confide in the secret...... You're getting in the way of my work. ”

Bruce saw Schiller turn around and stare at him with his eyes, and he found that this Schiller was better at explaining than the professor he knew, and if it was the previous professor, he would only get a "roll" at the moment.

And the creepy thing is that his brain is providing a sense of security when faced with this explanation, but his intuition is telling him that this is not a good thing.

It is always infuriating to be ignored, but it seems even more terrifying to be watched intently and patiently explained by such a professor.

Because he treats you as one kind, and the way he wants to continue his friendship with you is to be more thoroughly one.

"It's okay." At this time, Professor Pig Noodles spoke, he took the initiative to walk to the sofa area in front of the glass screen wall, and sat down on the single sofa to the left of the coffee table.

Bruce felt his heart chuckle, for that was actually Schiller's location, and all visitors could only sit on the large couch on the right.

Before Schiller turned around, he glanced at Bruce again, but didn't say anything more, but also turned and walked towards the couch area.

Bruce finally breathed a sigh of relief, and as he took his hand off the door, a small head poked in, and Hallie gritted her teeth and said to Bruce, "Kuo Lao, are you crazy?" How long are you going to dominate Professor Schiller? ”

Bruce looked left and right, reached out and dragged Hallie in, then covered her mouth, crouched down to look at her, and said, "Be quiet, this is not Professor Schiller you know." ”

Hallie's eyes widened slowly, she poked her head out from behind Bruce, glanced at Schiller's back, widened her eyes, and said in a low voice, "Another change?" It can't get worse than the previous one, right? ”

"Sometimes, you have to trust your instincts." Bruce stood up, walked lightly to Schiller's desk, and pulled out a tape recorder, a notebook, and two pens from the drawer on the left.

Bruce walked to the sofa area with the tape recorder and put it on the coffee table, and at this time, Schiller had not yet sat down, he turned his head to watch Bruce's movements, and said, "You look professional." ”

"Not more professional than you." After Bruce put the tape recorder down, he immediately turned around and walked to the back of the couch, and at the same time grabbed Hallie, who wanted to sit on the couch, and took the notebook and one of the pens. Stuffed into the little girl's hand, looked ahead, lowered her voice and said, "Write down everything you can remember, don't make a sound." ”

With that, he took a step back as Batman often does, stepping into the shadows of the wall, his whole presence being diminished to a minimum, and if he didn't make a sound, it was as if he had completely melted into the darkness and disappeared from the room.

Hallie turned her head left and right, and the moment she looked up, Schiller's gaze just fell on her face?

In an instant, the roots of Harley's hair stood on end, and she shivered from head to toe, quickly took a step back, pressed her back against the wall, and began to write with her head down.

Schiller withdrew his gaze, took a step forward and walked to the side of the single sofa, turned his head to look at Professor Valentin and said, "If you can, can you please sit on the opposite side?" ”

Valentin looked up, looked at Schiller with his eyes behind the pig's head mask and asked, "Why?" ”

Schiller walked over to the coffee table, picked up the tape recorder, and said as he adjusted it: "Normally, a psychiatrist's office is set up in much the same way, with a wooden desk for writing, a carpet that feels warm and cozy, a warm fireplace, a bed, and two chairs or armchairs facing each other. ”

"This kind of environment is actually to make the patient feel relaxed, therefore. The vast majority of offices. Wooden floors and ceilings are used. ”

"There will be no overly bright and complicated chandeliers on the ceiling, but more natural flames will be used to make the house look a little dim, because it is easier to blur the dividing line between reality and dreams, and people can better pour out their secrets."

"So, why didn't you choose two single chairs?" Valentine has a bit of an inquisitive posture.

"Every doctor has his or her own understanding of the medical environment." Schiller hugged the radio, pressed the buttons one by one, and said, "I think." Patients should be given a more expansive environment. ”

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"First of all, many people with mental illness may become obese as a result of taking medication, and a single chair or sofa may make them feel cramped and constrained."

"When their body touches the armrests, or their backs can't fully lean back on the back of the chair, it can cause them to pay too much attention to their external posture, which can lead to feelings of shame and restraint."

"I want my patients to be able to stretch their limbs and not feel trapped in the cage of reality."

Schiller shook his head lightly and said: "When a single chair or sofa is produced, no matter where it is placed, it is telling everyone in its own form that only one person can sit in this position. ”

"This kind of suggestion can make some people with anxiety disorders feel very panicked, which is not conducive to their treatment."

"The vast majority of people with mental illness want to have a space to escape and hide, even though they don't, but they need similar hints."

"If they're sitting on a multi-person couch, they can choose to sit across from me, or they can choose to avoid me and sit in the corner, which saves them from having to face me and the stress of being treated."

"At the same time, I can also judge the severity of their condition by which part of the chair they choose to sit in, and adjust my treatment plan through their demeanor and movements when making the choice."

"Did I explain in enough detail?" Schiller tilted his head to look at Valentine, who nodded, then stood up and sat down on the sofa opposite, and the position he chose was facing the single sofa.

Schiller sat down on the single couch again, he set the tape recorder on the table, looked at Valentin and asked, "Can I record?" ”

Valentine nodded and said, "Of course." ”

"Thank you for your cooperation, the recording of the treatment process will only be used for my personal review of your condition, and other similar academic research, and the process and content of the conversation will be completely confidential."

"Cards."

The tape recorder button was pressed down, the tape began to turn, Schiller leaned back, folded his hands in front of him, looked at Valentin and said, "You can see that you are coming to see a psychiatrist for the first time, and generally speaking, there are two modes of psychotherapy, you say, or I say." ”

Valentine's eyes narrowed, although he was wearing a mask, no one could read his expression clearly, but perhaps because of this, the emotions revealed in his eyes were very clear, and he felt a little confused.

Bruce was standing in the same position where he could see the faces of both of them at the same time, a psychiatrist, who looked very calm, sitting face to face with a monster wearing a pig's head mask, and a tape recorder that made a subtle noise on the table.

The scene looked scary and weird, but Bruce felt very engaged, or rather, he was looking forward to the next conversation between the two men.

Batman is actually facing the inner world of these murderers for the first time, and he can't wait to know how this group of indifferent, cruel, and inhumane natural murderers see the world and themselves.

"I've already spoken about my own experience." Valentine spoke, "But I'm here now just to know what you're saying, that I don't subconsciously think of them as pigs, and I don't think of myself as butchers. ”

Schiller shook his head and said, "If you want the healing process to be led by you, then what you have to do is not to ask me questions, but to express your confusion about something, in any way. ”

For example, if you want to know why you don't like to eat apples, then you can talk about what happened to you about apples, and when did you come into contact with apples? When did you first develop an aversion to apples? How do you taste after eating apples? ”

"Or, you can start with emotions and show me your intense dislike for apples, whether it's name-calling, crying, or repeatedly describing the anxiety and sadness you've experienced."

Schiller stretched out his hands in front of him, and then said: "Psychotherapy does not allow you to seek the truth, and psychiatrists cannot give you an objectively correct answer." ”

"You came here to find understanding, I help you understand yourself, I let you understand, and the psychiatrist understands you and is willing to help you."

"If I had to say when I started hating those people, it was probably the day my mother died." Valentin said: "Actually, I don't like my father at all, he often runs around with the engineering team, and when he comes home, he just keeps complaining about busy work and high prices. ”

"He didn't care about me or my mother, and all he taught me was to impatiently drive me away while I was talking to him, or to punch and kick me for offending him."

"Your father committed domestic violence?" Schiller asked.

"At that time, people didn't have that concept." Valentine replied: "The son is the property of the father, and if I am beaten by him, it must be that I have done something bad." ”

"At that time, my only hobby was eating, buying cheap bread, butter and dairy products every day, and before he died, I was much larger than other children my age, so I had no friends at all."

"Are you saddened by your father's death?" Schiller asked.

"Of course." Valentine nodded and said, "But what saddens me even more is that my mother said that our family income has been greatly reduced and I can't eat so much anymore. ”

"Childhood bulimia." Schiller read softly.

"I hated them because after my mother died, no one gave me that much food anymore, and I was sent to a special children's education school, but no one there liked me because I was too fat and I always did anything to steal food."

When Valentine recounted his childhood experience, the indifference in his tone made Bruce feel creepy, and he calmly seemed to be talking about other people's affairs, and he didn't feel sad or sad at all.

"The way they helped me get rid of binge eating disorder was not to give me any food, and I lost weight at a very fast rate." Valentine nodded lightly and said, "Since then, my attitude towards food has become very strange, I have started to stop liking to eat, and even very aversion to eating, but I am always hungry. ”

"Later, the special children's education school closed, but when the students were counted, because I was so skinny, the school's principal and teachers were accused of child abuse, and I was transferred to a community elementary school."

"Because I don't like to eat, and the teachers there are worried that people will misunderstand that they are abusing me, so they have to eat or I have to sit at the table."

"Soon, I learned how to control the right amount of weight with the right amount of food like a normal person, but I knew that I had completely lost interest in normal human food, but I was always hungry."

"As I got older, I started to get hungrier and hungrier, but then I gradually realized that the feeling of hunger and thirst was not actually hunger."