Rocket Raccoon followed Schiller into the office of the director of Arkham Sanatorium, and he looked around with his head up, as if to gauge Schiller's taste in decorating the room.

It's a fairly large space, with large light birch floor-to-ceiling windows in the sitting area, a warm light coffee sofa in front of the window, with some modernist furniture, and a black desk and rows of bookshelves behind the desks on the other side.

Something quirky, a little chaotic, Rocket Raccoon thought, but there's no doubt that it's tasteful and comfortable.

But the desk was a bit out of place—not style, just a little messy, with pens and notebooks stacked on top of each other, as if they had just been pulled out of some dusty warehouse.

As soon as Rocket Raccoon jumped on the table, he tripped over two pens, he bared his teeth, sighed, looked at Schiller, and said, "You're a mess, as a doctor, can't you keep your office clean and tidy?" ”

"It's neat and tidy, at least until you arrive." Schiller glanced at the raccoon, and then at a piece of animal hair that had just fallen on the reflective tabletop, and the rocket raccoon looked at him, stretched out his paws and scratched his ears and said, "You're right, I've been a little anxious lately, so it's inevitable that I'll lose my hair, do you have any good pet shower gel?" ”

"You're used to using such self-contemptuous jokes to lighten the mood." Schiller put away the two pens, opened the drawer and threw them in, sorted out the books piled on the side of the table, and said, "It's not a good habit, you think that your self-esteem is not reflected in these aspects, and you think that you don't care." But over time, you'll become less and less sensitive to words that stab you. ”

"What else?" Rocket Raccoon spread his paws and sat down on the table and said, "As you can see, I'm just a hairless raccoon." ”

"You're too negative, but it may have something to do with your years of wandering in the stars, all the lives you have encountered, are so different from you, you can hardly find the same kind, and you are used to being kicked around in the flow of people."

Schiller pulled out another ballpoint pen and began to write and draw on the medical record, and said: "Your present attitude shows that you still have a little energy left, and when this little energy is also exhausted, you will become extremely aggressive, and will no longer accept any ridicule from anyone, and you will become hot-tempered and irritable." ”

"Then, certain words related to you will become taboo for you, such as animals or raccoons, and you will want to go crazy as soon as you hear this word, and you will not be able to suppress the anger in your heart, which is the most typical stress response of intelligent beings after being mentally abused."

Rocket Raccoon opened his mouth, and Schiller spoke before that: "But it's not your problem, you have been transformed out of thin air, you have not undergone any social education, and you can't find the same kind that you can imitate, and you have always wanted to integrate into society but you can't get the essentials, which makes you very frustrated, and even start to doubt yourself." ”

"Because I saved your life and was kind to you, you still hold out hope, even lowering your self-esteem to joke with me and curry favor with me, hoping that I won't kick you out like everyone else, I really won't do that, but you're not doing it right."

Rocket Raccoon sat on the table, paws bracing his cheek, shaking his beard and staring intently into Schiller's eyes.

"Behavior is more like mathematics, than the analysis of emotions in psychology requires empathy, behavior needs to be more empathetic, the behavior of intelligent life is a bit like mathematics, there is only one answer to the causes, manifestations and results, and there is no room for modification if it is wrong."

Rocket Raccoon suddenly became a little confused, but he didn't even know why he was suddenly embarrassed.

"For as long as you can remember, no one has spoken to you so sensibly as I have, without any surprise that you are a talking raccoon, not curious about your bizarre origins, nor contempt for animals, and I will even tell you some expertise that even less intelligent people can't understand."

"You don't know how to deal with this kind of situation, if you're a human, I'd judge you to be socially unsociable, but you're not a humanoid and you don't have your own society, so it's normal to have no social skills."

Rocket Raccoon clenched his paws, smacked his mouth, lowered his head and said, "What the hell are you trying to say?" ”

"I mean, most of your current pain comes from the fact that you want to fit in with other races, but you always don't fit in, you first hate their indifference, then you hate your own race and identity, and then you start to deny your own personality and the meaning of existence, which is a common 'outsider' symptom."

"But the right way to do it is to find your peers, learn how to behave from your peers, build your own society, and then develop social skills in it."

"Companion?" Rocket Raccoon read the word in his mouth, and he looked up at Schiller, and said with some hope, "Are you talking about you?" ”

"I'm not your kind, and I won't be." Schiller shook his head and said, looking at the disappointment in the raccoon's eyes, but not moved, but said: "In treatment, patients tend to pay too much attention to the psychiatrist, hoping that the psychologist will understand them, care for them, and treat the psychologist as their own kind." ”

"But in reality, psychologists are not the same kind of anyone else, we just calmly identify problems, analyze problems, and provide you with solutions, not because I like patients, but because of my responsibility."

"If you mistake this behavior for a unique liking and think you can find recognition from me, you're doomed to be disappointed."

Rocket Raccoon lowered his head, his ears twitched, and he said in a slightly contemptuous tone, "What a ruthlessness, doctor." ”

"But you haven't listened to my advice yet."

"Wasn't that a suggestion just now? Is that what you call nonsense about finding 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 big truth, but if you can be more patient and listen to the prelude, from my personal feelings, I will like you a little more." Schiller reached out and touched the head of the rocket raccoon.

"And what do you suggest?" Rocket Raccoon's voice sounded hopeless, and he shook his head vigorously, shook his ear, and said, "It doesn't sound like a good piece from the beginning, and I don't think I'll like it." ”

"You should find your companions with the same intelligent animals as you, so that they can truly understand you."

"It's easy to say." Rocket Raccoon complained, and he muttered angrily, "Wise animals, are you humans?" Oh yes, you're so wise, compared to all this nonsense, the prelude just now is pretty good. ”

At this moment, there was a knock on the door, and Rocket Raccoon looked a little vigilant, he watched Schiller stand up and shouted at his back: "It's obviously our personal time, you were still acting very professionally just now, why can't you do it now?" ”

Schiller made a silent gesture to him as he opened the door, and when he opened it, there was no one outside.

Rocket Raccoon's eyes widened in surprise as he saw Schiller bend down and pick up something from the ground, and when Schiller turned around, Rocket Raccoon only saw a yellow lightning tail.

"Long time no see, Pikachu, what? That group of Spider-Mans dazzled your eyes so that you didn't even remember your old friends? ”

Schiller hugged Pikachu back to his seat and sat down, Pikachu flicked his tail, shrugged his nose, and deliberately said in a funny voice: "Oh, don't mention it, more than a dozen Spider-Men broke my four game consoles in a month, and I've never seen so many bells and whistles 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 used to like to pinch the handle after he made a mistake in the game, and the pieces were collapsing everywhere, and Spider-Man like him didn't know how much strength he had." ”

"Not really! But I promise, it's decent there now, when are you going back there to cook? I want to eat scrambled eggs. ”

"Are you missing me or scrambled eggs?" Schiller said, rolling his eyes.

"Can I understand that you're jealous of the scrambled eggs?"

The two of them choked at each other, and Rocket Raccoon, who was standing on the table, was completely stunned, staring at Pikachu's rich facial expressions, exaggerated body movements, and rhythmic tone as if he were singing rap.

"Oh my God, how come there's a raccoon here?" Pikachu then saw the Rocket Raccoon standing on the table, he looked him up and down, and said, "This guy has an ugly face and makes me think that he was just taxidermy a few hours ago." ”

What did you say?! Rocket Raccoon raised his tone and said, "Look at your bright glare fur and those two long, cumbersome ears, I dare say, you crouch in the children's toy section of the supermarket, or in two minutes you will be bought home by those screaming little monsters to wipe your spit!" ”

Pikachu jumped directly from Schiller's arms onto the table, walked in front of the rocket raccoon on his short legs, spun around with lightning speed, and the big lightning-shaped tail "whoosh" on the nose of the rocket raccoon.

"Whew!!!! , you're!!! ”

"Let's see who's dead!"

"Bang! Bang bang! ”

"Zila——!"

Watching two tiny figures jump up and down in his office, sweeping down many of the decorations piled on the table to the floor, Schiller did not get angry, but sat behind his desk, as if waiting for something.

Suddenly there was another knock on the door, Schiller raised his voice and said "Please come in", Gwen Spider-Man pushed the door and walked in, and as soon as he entered, he was stunned by the scene inside the door.

But there is another small red and blue figure in her arms, Spider-Man is a pig that has been bitten by a spider, and the famous superhero of the animal kingdom yells as soon as he sees someone fighting in the room: "Stop!" ”

Seeing that Rocket Raccoon and Yellow Mouse had no intention of stopping, Spider-Man snorted coldly, fired spider silk and stuck to the top of the table, and a flying leg kicked Rocket Raccoon who was about to pounce, and then punched Pikachu in the cheek, slapping him to the floor-to-ceiling window.

After Rocket Raccoon and Pikachu got up from the ground, they shook their heads in a bit of a daze, and the three little animals looked at each other with surprised eyes, all of them stunned.

"Alright, guys." Schiller stepped out of his desk and reached for the pen that had been knocked to the ground due to Pikachu's fight with Rocket Raccoon.

He squatted down and looked at the three little ones and said, "Although I don't have obsessive-compulsive disorder, if I connive at some people to rudely destroy my house, it must be because he is valuable, do you think you are valuable?" ”

The three critters swallowed in unison. Then with a force that wants to break the cervical vertebrae, he nodded vigorously.

Schiller, who looked at them condescendingly, showed a satisfied smile and said, "So now, let's talk, you can help me do something." ”

(End of chapter)