In Schiller's Thinking Tower, the arrogant room is large and spans two floors, the first floor is the living and working areas, and the second floor is the rest area.

Bruce was always on the ground floor, so he stepped into the door of the room with ease, kicked the carpet he had just stepped on backwards with his heel, so that the other edge of the carpet stuck perfectly on the threshold, and then stepped forward.

Schiller came to the bookshelf, took out two books and put them on the table, walked into his work area without looking back, put on his glasses, and said as he flipped through a stack of documents.

"I'm not sure why you suddenly became interested in psychoanalysis, but I have to remind you that psychology is a very young subject, and the founding masters you know are not historical figures."

"If you expect the sages of history to give you the wisdom of the ancients like the masters of mathematics and physics, then you are thinking too much."

"Are you one of them?" Bruce sat down on the couch, and then he saw two cups on the coffee table, and the residual red wine stains in the cups were drying up to indicate that the previous person had just left, so he asked, "Before me, you had guests?" ”

Schiller's hand as he flipped through the document paused and said, "This has nothing to do with the topic of your coming here today. ”

"Who is he? Greedy? ”

"No, a friend from afar."

Schiller walked over, placed the pile of materials he had retrieved from his memory bank in front of Bruce, and instead of sitting down, he walked to the desk in the work area and began to clean up the contents on it.

Bruce's eyes narrowed, and he saw that Schiller's desk contained half-folded envelopes, neatly stacked stationery, stamps, and candles for fire paint, proving that Schiller was writing to someone before Bruce knocked on the door.

"What are you doing at Monsanto?" Schiller asked, smoothing out the creases of the freshly folded envelope with his fingertips.

"Don't change the subject, how can you have a guest other than yourself?"

"The dream world is a vast world, and anyone can travel from it, and perhaps they suddenly discovered this tower during their journey, so they came in and sat down, and I happened to be free to entertain them."

"Another Batman?"

"Bruce." Schiller stood at the table, his fingertips still pressed against the envelope, but he looked up at Bruce and said, "I was glad that you took the initiative to ask me for study materials, but now it seems that I still have too much expectation of your enthusiasm for studying psychology like a scab." ”

"What did he give you besides red wine?" Bruce leaned back on the couch and turned to look at Schiller.

"Half a mysterious equation, do you want to see it?"

"No interest, that's rotten."

Schiller cleaned up the table and walked out from behind the desk, he sat down opposite Bruce, but Bruce suddenly showed some hesitation for some reason, he seemed to weigh it in his mind for a long time before asking, "Did you tell him about Thomas?" ”

"He should have seen it a long time ago."

"He saw everything." Bruce stared into Schiller's eyes with those blue eyes and said, "It's about me, it's about you, it's about Thomas, it's about this Gotham we're in, and I don't know anything about him." ”

"Are you accusing me of hiding something for him?" Schiller didn't look angry, he just took the two cups to the side, leaving him and Bruce without an obstacle.

Then he leaned forward, put his forearms on his legs, folded his hands and said, "You can understand it this way, he is the other me, and he should be the future you." ”

"Someone told me about it...... Can I go pour a glass of water? ”

Bruce stood up, went to the cup holder against the wall and picked up a cup, then came to the side of the island and poured himself a glass of water with a kettle, and instead of going back to the couch to sit down, he stood at the back of the island, as if separating him from Schiller with something on the island.

"I'm going to be a completely self-consistent madman in the future, just like you, and you don't want me to be like this, so what about him?"

Bruce put the glass down, he rarely said such a long sentence to anyone else, but the countless chatters and arguments that had taken place in this room over the years had made him accustomed to his voice constantly echoing in the space.

"If he says he doesn't want me to be him, then he's regretting it, which means he's not completely self-consistent, and if he says he wants me to be him, then you shouldn't be so compatible."

"You've managed to find a loophole in your logic again." Schiller maintained his original posture, turned his head to look at him, and said, "Like a good detective, as always." ”

"You're interested in how the two of us get along, but what I can tell you is that in a way, it's two mentally ill people who share the same interests, so we won't have to get along like this one day, and there's no need for that."

Bruce saw that Schiller's gaze was still calm, as they had done countless times when they had discussed academic issues, and there was a vast ocean in those gray eyes, as if it would never make waves.

So, Bruce calmed down, looked at Schiller, and said, "You talk to him on an equal footing, but you are always manipulating me, compared to him, I seem to have one less layer of armor, what is that?" ”

"Why don't you find it yourself?"

Bruce suddenly looked a little agitated, and he lowered his glass a little heavier, making a soft clang.

Schiller stood up, walked to the other side of the island, propped his hands on the table, and said, "I knew that I shouldn't expect anything from your enthusiasm for learning, and I wouldn't have given you a hint before." ”

Bruce looked up at him.

"But you really don't have to cut a knife in your neck anymore."

Schiller poured himself a glass of water, and Bruce took a deep breath and sighed, as if impatient with what he was going to say, so he said very briefly, "At first, then, after, and finally I ...... I've said it many times. ”

"Well, I think you should try to change the angle, like from being manipulated to being manipulated."

"You should know that manipulating others is evil, right?"

"You're evil enough."

Bruce paused for a moment and then burst into laughter, his chest heaving rapidly, before he looked at Schiller and said, "That's the only place I've beaten him, right?" ”

"And the most critical place." Schiller picked up the glass of water, raised it at Bruce and said, "This evil comes from me, my honor." ”

"Okay, what should I do?"

Schiller shook his head and said, "That's the end of the prompt, but judging by my shallow knowledge of mathematics and physics, the half of the equation that another Batman gave me may be about some of the underlying rules of the universe." ”

Looking at Bruce's back as he hurried out the door, Schiller smiled.

"So, you hinted at Bruce from the beginning that he came up with that plan and rushed to put it into practice?" Konstantin, who listened to the whole process, said.

Then he exclaimed, "You actually used another Batman to stimulate him?" …… Well, our blues aren't completely innocent either, eternally young, never long in memory. ”

"I don't mean to boast, but deceiving others or coercing others with violence is a completely different matter." Schiller put down his glass, took another puff on his cigar, and said, "I like to play cards." ”

"And then see that even if other people see through your means, they have no other choice because they can't control the emotions provoked by you, and they can only helplessly and entangle themselves to be led by you to the path you want them to take, and you take pleasure in it, right?"

"Partially."

"It's wicked."

"It's only true for the smart." Schiller shook his head and said, "There is no helplessness and entanglement for stupid people who are not smart enough, only happiness, such as that stupid girl Amanda." ”

"She never thought about the reason why she put me in jail, implanted me with nanocontrollers, and offended me constantly, but I was still kind enough to provide her with strategies to subdue dangerous criminals."

There seemed to be some emotion in Schiller's expression that some rare animal was so rare that he tapped his finger lightly on the wall of the cup and said, "You know what? For those who are stupid enough, dependence on me doesn't cost anything, and the mental pain I often inflict on people is completely absent as long as I don't feel it. ”

"Amanda, for example, was eager to vent the pain and anger of her life on Elliott, and I offered her a strategy to justify putting Elliot in a special cell, and she thought it was good."

"I recommended Death Knell to my colleague Bane, and she gladly accepted my candidacy, saying that Gallardo would be a good bait, and she used her FBI connections to throw Gallardo, who had just escaped from Oliver's pursuit, into a designated cell."

"In all the process, she did not see the slightest clue from any of the links, thinking that she was strategizing, and found great satisfaction and happiness in this illusion."

Schiller smiled, pinched the glass with the pale knuckles of his other hand, took a sip of wine, and said, "That's what I said, stupid people love any savior they can count on, and only smart people want to kill gods." ”

"Pretty good, isn't it?" Konstantin shrugged his shoulders and said, "Being manipulated and manipulated by someone much smarter than you is not entirely bad, at least Amanda is happy now." ”

"Most smart people are suffering for their long-term vision." Schiller slowly exhaled the smoke and said, "For the short-sighted, what will happen tomorrow will always be a mystery, and it is natural to be fully focused on the happiness of today." ”

But the suffering of the wise is not unreasonable, and who can guarantee that tomorrow will be a good thing? If a stupid person loses his use when something bad happens, those short-lived pleasures will make him pay tenfold and hundredfold. ”

Konstantin raised an eyebrow, he drank the good wine in his glass like cheap whiskey, coughed twice, and said, "Do you think Amanda will be retaliated against by Bruce?" But in the end, he hears your voice and should understand that Amanda is just a tool. ”

"Of course he does." Schiller stood up and walked to the nearby wine cabinet to pick up a bottle of wine, indicating that the conversation was far from over.

Konstantin sighed in his heart, as Schiller said, the manipulation from Schiller is all open cards, but it is impossible to refuse, he wants to get up and leave now, but how can he refuse those good wines that Schiller cherishes privately?

Schiller sat back on the couch with the wine and the knife, and as he opened the knife, he said, "Theoretically, Bruce doesn't have to bother with Amanda. ”

"But alas, in addition to evil, Bruce's tolerance also comes from me."