Schiller's movements paused slightly, and he took a pen from the pocket of his suit and turned it in his hand slightly.

"He's feeling anxious." Bruce's voice echoed through the theater: "This pen is a mentally stable object he uses to remember his status as a professor, and I see it a lot." ”

"While he's reading your papers?"

"While he's reading my papers." Bruce turned to Howl, who was questioning, and said, "But at that time, a pen was not enough. ”

"If you don't mind, Mr. March, could you please hang your clothes on a hanger?" Schiller's tone was still quite gentle, and there was no impatience to hear.

"I didn't see a hanger, where is it?" March turned his head to look at the door and said.

Diana covered her forehead, sighed and said: "I definitely don't mean to discriminate against the poor, but I think people with a little insight should know that the rich have a separate room for storing clothes, and there will not be a hanger by the door to hang their coats like ordinary people." ”

"Usually a waiter will take the clothes and take them to the wardrobe in the cloakroom for storing the guests' clothes, usually on the left hand side of the cloakroom, and if the host is the only one in the house, they can fold the neat clothes and put them on the back of the chair with the owner's permission."

"Isn't that what March is doing?" Clark asked.

"Clothes should be neat and folded, and more importantly, they must be approved by the owner first." Bruce looked at Clark, he knew that the small town boys lacked common sense in this area, which had nothing to do with the level of intelligence, but they had not been exposed to this kind of life, so naturally they did not know what to do.

"In this kind of relationship, it is very important for both parties to maintain a neat appearance, if the clothes are dirty or damaged, then the current conversation should be ended immediately, apologize to the other party, and then go to the bathroom to deal with it, if it is not handled in a short time, maybe today's conversation will end here." Diana patiently explained.

"Oh." Clark uttered a syllable that suddenly dawned, then pointed to the screen and said, "Schiller just got the red wine on his tie, and he actually deliberately wanted to end this conversation?" ”

"That's right, that's exactly what we are meant to do, so that instead of being rude to each other, 'I don't want to talk to you anymore, please leave immediately,' we can use a more tactful way to say that we should be separated for now."

Several ordinary people from ordinary backgrounds present nodded thoughtfully, while Bruce spoke: "This is how the upper classes keep their separation from the poor class, creating a set of etiquette that the lower classes cannot touch or even imagine, to prevent those who cannot bring them benefits from participating in their lives." ”

"Sounds evil." Barry pouted.

Before Bruce could speak, Clark said thoughtfully, "It seems like this in every circle, and when my dad went to the farm group's party, he dressed and talked differently than he used to. ”

"He's not really a rough villager, he likes to follow international current affairs, he reads a lot of books, and even has a master's degree in agriculture, and he respects my mother very much, and he takes her opinion into account in everything."

"But at the party he behaved like the man of the farmer's family that had been passed down for generations, bold, even a little savage, machismo, and liked to shake his lips, just like that."

Clark made a weird grimace, several people laughed, Jason supported his face with one hand and said: "This is not a completely bad thing, every gang must have some code that others can't understand, even eyes and faces, in addition to being able to transmit information at critical moments, it will also make us feel a sense of security, as if we have a lot of 'own people'." ”

"Keeping the same secret is the best way to form an alliance." Hallie began, "It's the same with the same etiquette. ”

"Obviously, this Mr. March is not from this circle." Konstantin shook his head and said: "He didn't deliberately put on the score, or deliberately kept his personality, but he didn't understand, but he still wanted to pretend." ”

"In fact, there is no shortage of mavericks in every circle, but they can get along with it." Bruce put his eyes on Konstantin's face and said, "But there is a difference between personality and stupidity, you have to be a smart person before you can be a weirdo, otherwise you will look stupid in addition to being eccentric." ”

"I thought the professor was sitting here." Konstantin showed a smile, raised an eyebrow at Bruce and said, "Who was it just now that I almost cried for Schiller's empathy?" ”

Bruce turned his head back, not at the teasing Constantine, but back on the screen.

Schiller's gaze fell on the clothes that were on the back of the chair, dust and moisture were not a big problem in the coat, the leather of the chair was not very expensive, and the casually folded clothes were not ugly, this action was still within the realm of understandable extravagance.

But the problem is that March threw his clothes on one side of the chair, and then sat down on the other side of the chair, and he sat alone on the single sofa, facing his own clothes, which was particularly funny.

Schiller stood in place, and the obvious pause in his hand made everyone in the theater seem to hear a sentence - "Then I go?" ”

Hal still couldn't hold back, and burst out laughing, he patted his knee, and said with a smile: "Schiller has no place to sit!" ”

"It's the first time I've encountered this situation, is this Lincoln March going to use his coat to give him psychological counseling? If he wanted to get the warmth of Schiller's coat, he would have thought too much. ”

"It's embarrassing." Barry tilted his head over, he almost touched the ground with his toes, but he couldn't help but sneak a glance at the screen, and said with some curiosity: "So, what is Schiller going to do?" Where does he sit? ”

In the screen, the professor walked around the back of the chair where March was sitting, patted the back of the chair with his hand, and then walked towards the stairs and said, "Mr. March, let's go to the second floor, where the view is better, and it is suitable for entertaining VIPs like you." ”

March turned his head to look at him, and before he could stand up, Schiller had already walked up the stairs, and because Schiller was in front, he could take the lead in the chair on the side of the window on the second floor.

"Perfect solution." Diana couldn't help but admire: "Although I don't know much about this professor, and have only heard of him from Bruce's words, there is no doubt that he is a gentleman." ”

"In celebrity social situations, the embarrassing situation of the newcomer sitting in the wrong position often occurs, and usually, people will quietly remind him that it is still a little embarrassing to change positions under the gaze of others, which is equivalent to admitting his mistake."

"While every newcomer has a day like this, I do prefer the professor's way of calling people out, asking them to vacate their seats and letting the right people sit on them, and the newcomers will come back and understand that they made a mistake, but it's less embarrassing for him to sit in the new seat like a new guest."

"I dare say it's just the beginning." Konstantin sat down and threatened, leaned on the side of his chair, and said with a smile: "Then let's see if this professor can be elegant to the end." ”

Diana and Bruce also have their eyes on the screen, and as celebrities who have had real experiences, they can see that March will be stupid again and again, and they also want to know how the professor will resolve the embarrassment again and again.

To be honest, this kind of scene is rare, in the eyes of a few people who know Schiller better, Schiller rarely needs to tolerate others, he often hates everyone equally, and sometimes others have been snatched out of the office by him before they can make mistakes.

And the reason why Schiller tolerated March to go wild on his territory was nothing more than the Batman of this universe gave him a lot of pressure, and there was no such Batman in their universe, this good show, miss it once, and wait for another hundred years.

It wasn't until March sat across from him that Schiller got back on his feet and pulled out a bottle of whiskey and two glasses from the low cabinet that sat on the wall of the reception area on the second floor.

As Schiller sat back, March smiled at him, and Schiller stood beside his chair, leaned forward, and placed one of the cups in front of March, so that he could see the expression on March's face because he was slightly closer to him.

"Lincoln March's expression has changed." Jason's voice was low, but very determined: "He's a little more secure, why?" ”

Bruce immediately turned his gaze to Jason's, and he blinked quickly, as if in admiration, and then he said in the same deep tone, "There are traces of two wine glasses on the table, and more importantly, the red wine stain that Schiller spilled from earlier is still on it." ”

"Didn't Professor Schiller clean up the house before?" Clark asked.

"It was Schiller who left it on purpose." Bruce replied, "After seeing the body, Schiller knew that this crappy murderer would definitely find him." ”

"The murderer didn't know who Schiller was, and probably only thought that Schiller was an ordinary person or an autopsy expert, and he thought he could fool Schiller, and he enjoyed the thrill and pleasure of swaggering in front of key police figures."

Schiller knew he was well aware of this, so he knew he was coming, so he wiped down the rest of the table, leaving only the one that had been soiled during the conversation with Batman.

"Schiller deliberately left traces for the murderer to see." Bruce deduced while thinking: "The purpose is to make the murderer think that he had a conversation with someone here, and the atmosphere was harmonious at first, and he drank red wine, but in the end the result of the conversation was not satisfactory, and the red wine was spilled in the process of quarreling." ”

"What was his purpose in leaving this hint?" Barry asked.

Bruce didn't answer, just looked at the screen in silence, knowing that Schiller's next move would reveal that.

"I'm sure you'll be a lucky man." Schiller sat down and unbuttoned his suit, and said, "Mr. March, I don't want people to come to visit in a hurry, not because I'm afraid of noise, but because I'm a bit busy with my work, and people come without an appointment, and it's very likely that I'm talking to other guests, and I'm disturbing our conversation and making a fuss." ”

"Oh, so I'm pretty lucky?" March glanced at the marks on the table again and said, "You just don't have any guests?" ”

"No, there was originally, but we ended the conversation early and left here, otherwise, according to the professional ethics of the psychiatrist, I'm afraid I can only turn you away."

"I know that being a psychiatrist is quite a hard job, and many patients have no sense of proportion, but you can only endure it, and an unpleasant conversation can ruin all good moods, and money cannot make up for this trauma." March said in a sincere tone.

"Not a good sign." Konstantin suddenly said: "He is trying to create resonance with Schiller, he wants to say things into Schiller's heart, he wants Schiller to think that someone understands him, so that he will pour out his secrets to him." ”

"A huge error of judgment." Bruce's diction is even more extreme: "No one with a modicum of common sense would use this trick on a psychiatrist, because psychologists have said this kind of thing so many times that it is almost carved into their bones." ”

Barry frowned slightly, and he recalled, "It seems like that, I used to have a psychological evaluation before I went out in the field, and the first thing the psychiatrist said was, 'I know you're working hard and you're going to face a lot of pressure.'" ”

"Because it's a prelude to opening your heart, and the way to play it is very simple, you don't really need to empathize, you just need to make the situation more serious."

"Actually, I'm wondering about a question." Diana's brows furrowed deeper and deeper, and said: "I'm not a detective, I'm not good at reasoning, I just know a little bit about this kind of red tape of high society, and everything else relies on intuition, don't you think, this March is a little strange?" ”

"We can all see that he's strange, ma'am." Konstantin said.

"No, I'm not referring to his posture of not knowing etiquette and pretending, this kind of posture I have seen in many liars who want to blend in with high society, it is not unusual at all, I am strange, March really does not understand."

"He understands something, but not completely, or a bit like he has been indoctrinated with a theory, but has never practiced it himself, so there is an awkward sense of separation between thought and action."

And this awkward feeling is even more obvious against the backdrop of Schiller's natural behavior.

Listening to Diana's somewhat puzzled tone, Bruce slowly narrowed his eyes, obviously thinking of something.

(End of chapter)