A typical English manor house is usually divided into a vestibule and a vestibule, with the symmetrical main entrance to the foyer for reception and reception, with equally symmetrical staircases either on either side of the vestibule or extending on either side in the centre of the vestibule, as in the case of the Rodriguez Manor.

The door on the left side of the staircase leads to the dining room, which is also home to the garden floor-to-ceiling windows, while the structure on the right side is symmetrical to the left, except that when the door is opened, there is a corridor, and on the right side of the corridor is the middle area of the back courtyard, with the butler's room, pantry, laundry room, kitchen, etc.

The room on the left side of the corridor is a reception room with a small fireplace, sofa, piano and mirror cabinet, and if you go straight ahead, you will find an office with floor-to-ceiling windows, which is all that is the structure of the Manor Room.

The structural design of the manor house building pays great attention to separating the hospitality area from the private area, in the case of the Rodriguez manor, the moving area is the first floor, while the quiet area is the second and third floors.

Although there were also offices and study rooms on the second floor of the estate, they were private areas and were usually not open to any guests, where Schiller usually spent his leisure time reading, while the office in the back hall on the first floor was more suitable for academic discussions with colleagues and friends.

When guests arrive at the Rodriguez Estate, the flow is roughly as follows: after being ushered into the gate of the manor by the butler, they walk through the square in the front yard, enter the main building, and wait in the front hall.

If the owner of the manor is on the second floor at this time, the housekeeper will choose to make a phone call, and with the permission of the owner of the manor, the housekeeper will take the guest to the reception room in the back hall.

When the owner of the estate descends from the second floor, he greets guests in the reception room and leads them with the butler to the office in the back hall, or to the dining room in the corridor in the middle of the partition.

Of course, not every guest will walk through the main entrance, Batman's movement line is to land on the roof of the manor first, walk in the direction of the back hall, jump down and fall directly into the back garden, and then walk forward through the back door of the back garden.

However, since Merkel's butler's room is in the middle of the backroom, even if he is occasionally lucky not to get caught by a branch, he will be spotted by Merkel on the way to the front hall.

Talia chose this route, so when she jumped from the roof of the backyard, she was facing the floor-to-ceiling window of her office on the right, and Schiller was standing in front of the bookshelf behind the floor-to-ceiling window to check the wine cabinet where she was missing a bottle of wine.

There is also a huge wine cabinet in the front hall of the manor, where Konstantin was stunned by the madness of wine when he first broke into the Rodriguez manor, but since more and more children entered and left the manor, Schiller moved all the dangerous goods to the wine cabinet in the back hall, and asked Merkel to keep a strict watch and easily not let the children enter this room.

Bruce snatched a bottle of madness from the backroom office in order to deal with Talia, while Schiller was standing in front of the wine rack and thinking about which bottle to take out of the underground cellar to fill the gap.

And when Talia saw the figure standing in front of the wine cabinet, the killer's instinct made her hair stand on end almost instantly, and the hair follicles that opened behind her turned into a cold blower.

It reminded her of the flamboyant and dangerous Quetzalcoatl painted by the Mayans she had seen in her father's collection.

When the man turned his head, his sloppy gray eyes focused slightly, and at that moment, Talia felt like he was being injected with venom.

Very, very, very, very wrong!

Talia clenched her fists tightly, her instinctive alarm barely able to think rationally, and the most terrible thing happened, she ran into a man she couldn't see at a glance.

It is not for nothing that this powerful female killer ignores all members of the opposite sex, she has an extremely strong killing instinct against the opposite sex, even if she is as powerful and perfect as Batman, Talia can still find his weaknesses when she first meets him.

This makes Talia the most beautiful and deadliest scorpion in the world, and she believes that no man can escape her poisonous tail needle.

To this day, until this moment, Talia found herself in the territory of another dangerous creature, with no weakness as far as the eye could see, only a perfect human skin crocheted with an endless amount of gorgeous silk threads, dazzlingly colorful.

Don't listen, don't look, don't be intrigued! Just as Talia was admonishing herself in her heart, she saw that the figure had gone to the window at some point.

When they looked at each other through a layer of glass, Talia couldn't help herself from looking at the gray eyes hidden behind the frosty glass, as if it were some kind of poisonous antidote spread by Schiller.

Something is wrong, something is wrong, something is wrong! Talia roared inwardly like crazy.

The door creaked open, and Schiller leaned out only half of his body, and Talia heard him say, "Please come in." ”

The killer infiltration was a stupid decision, Talia took a deep breath inwardly and thought that it made her not know where the garden door was even if she wanted to turn and run away, and it was more like a joke to go back the way she came, and she felt her legs go limp.

As if he had guessed what she was thinking, Schiller turned his head slightly to look at the big tree in the middle of the garden, smiled to himself, and said, "You are lucky that you don't want to know how many people have hung on that tree." ”

What he said was true! Talia roared in her heart again, for she could not hear the slightest hint of a lie, and at the same time she thought sarcastically in her heart, is it only on the tree? She bet the bones of at least twenty people were buried beneath the garden grounds.

This is the consequence of being carried away by anger, and Talia scolds Bruce ten thousand times in her heart, but she also knows that it has come to this, and she can only take one step at a time.

If she first rushed in without permission and then turned away despite the invitation of the owner of the manor, then even if Schiller was an ordinary Gotham, the chances of her being hung from a tree in a few minutes were not zero, and now Schiller was not only not an ordinary Gotham, but probably not even Schiller.

Talia thought in the turbulence of anger and panic as she walked towards the door, he wasn't Schiller, the psychology professor who showed up at the FBI for malfeasance was not like that, he wasn't...... Perfect.

Talia can only use one word to describe the current Schiller, but this is not a compliment, more like a symbol of terror, the person in front of him is human, but he is not - he is too perfect.

His appearance, clothing, demeanor, expressions, words and deeds all emphasize that he is a perfect person, the point is that he is a human being, but people do not emphasize that they are human beings, and only monsters will carefully weave a human skin for themselves.

The tip of Talia's shoe touched the threshold of the manor, but the slight "click" seemed to scare her a lot, and Thalia flinched without a trace.

Schiller stood against the door that opened outward, leaving just enough space for Talia to pass through, but now Talia was faced with a dilemma - if she walked in with her head held high, her shoulders would inevitably graze Schiller's chest, and if she didn't want to make physical contact with the man, she would have to withdraw her arms, buckle her shoulders inward, and get through the crack in the door in a constricted manner.

Talia had never felt distressed about physical contact with any of the opposite sex, no, it wasn't distress, it was more like fear, similar to touching a corrosive liquid with her hands, and every cell in Talia's body was clamoring for refusal.

It was not ungraceful to retract her arms in front of her and shrink her chest slightly through the crack in the door, but Talia vaguely felt that Schiller was forcing her to do so, and he only gave her this choice.

What's the point? Talia hasn't figured it out yet.

Immersed in thought, Talia didn't realize that she had been standing there stupidly for a long time.

Her right foot had already hit the ground, the toe of her shoe was against the threshold, the heel of her left foot had just been raised, and the whole person was in a state of exchanging weights, so it was not surprising that Schiller reached out and supported her left arm, and with a slight force led her to take the last step, and the two stood together in the office.

When Talia came to her senses, the door was closed, and she felt what little oxygen she had left disappear with the closed door, and her body went into prison, leaving her soul outside.

The temperature in the room was cooler than Talia had imagined, and she keenly felt the air flow exchanging somewhere, and the air conditioner was turned on in this room, and the moisture that had just been stained in the damp garden turned into a comfortable dryness in a few moments.

Thalia breathed a sigh of relief, and she saw Schiller walk with his back to her towards the couch by the floor-to-ceiling window, then to the side of the couch, pulling the couch open and looking at Talia.

It was a glaring social cue, and Talia knew she couldn't read it, and she had no hope that Schiller would imagine her as one of those silly girls who didn't know any etiquette, and her instincts were telling her that the only consequence of being rude and playing stupid was to become a living sacrifice on Quetzalcoatl's table.

Talia walked over, came to the gap between the sofa and the coffee table, reached forward and pulled the long skirt on the lower half of her body, and sat down on the sofa.

And she didn't realize that this position had been fixed to her body when she had come in through the crack in the door with her arms crossed and her chest in her arms, and even now that she was sitting on the soft and comfortable sofa, her shoulders had not been opened, and even her entire chest had shrunk inward.

This posture is not elegant, at the banquet of various celebrities, everyone will stretch their chests and stretch their necks, like swans swimming on the lake, in addition to this can better show their faces and neck ornaments, but also to convey to others "I am confident, full of confidence" social signals.

On the other hand, when people are tired, they are more inclined to relax the muscles of the shoulders and neck to let the whole person collapse, which is a relaxed posture of the body based on self-protection, and when people are not confident or want to escape, body language will instinctively imitate this posture, bow their heads and chests, and hold their hands in front of them.

Mental activity will shape the body posture, and in turn, changing the body posture may also affect the psychological and emotional situation, when people stretch their limbs, the mood will also relax, but if you keep curled up for a long time, irritability, nervousness, anxiety and other emotions will also follow.

This is one of the ways in which psychology is applied, that is, posture is shaped by the environment, and then posture is used to influence psychology.

It is usually used to create a relaxing and comfortable environment for people to relax and receive psychotherapy.

But conversely, it can also force people to curl up by creating uncomfortable small spaces, creating anxiety for them without them even realizing it, and making them feel irritable, nervous, and avoidant by restricting their limbs.

What's more, when the other party is not aware of where their anxiety comes from, they will gradually lose confidence in their own emotional management ability, and then become at a loss in consciousness and perception, becoming more easily guided and controlled.