American Comics: Opening Guidance Batman

Since the last Gotham Frozen incident, the temperature in this city has begun to drop. It didn't take long for the summer to pass, and the temperature dropped a lot. Until last night, the fine rain turned into ice balls. The next morning, I came to Ah Schiller, who works at Cam Hospital, put his umbrella on the door of his office and sighed.

When Mrs. Miller walked into the door with the kettle in her hand, she looked back at the umbrella that was leaning against the door. She put the kettle on Schiller's table and said, "Dr. Rodriguez, Why are you still using that broken umbrella?"

Schiller took the water bottle and poured water for himself, shrugged and said, "It wasn't too bad before, I asked someone to make an extra frame to reinforce it, and it can still be used. Who knows these days, It wasn't rain in Gotham, it was hail, so..."

He looked past Mrs. Miller and looked at his umbrella. It was obvious that one of the ribs had been broken, and even if it was not stretched, there were obvious dents.

Mrs. Miller, a former head nurse, who was rehired by the hospital after her retirement, is now the chief housekeeper of the Arkham Psychiatric Hospital, a thin old woman, but in good spirits.

She stretched out her hand and tightened the woolen shawl on her body and said, "The weather has become more and more strange recently. Today is hail, and it might snow tomorrow. I will have someone come over and light the fireplace. "

"Oh, ma'am, you're always exaggerating, and it's still a long way off," said Schiller, taking a sip of hot water.

Then he pulled out his schedule and asked Mrs. Miller, "Who was the first patient this morning? Anyone need my room?"

"I don't think so," said Mrs. Miller, shaking her head, taking a notebook aside, looking at it and saying, "Mr. Oswald Cobblet's follow-up visit this morning, about two hours, and then There are also Anthony and the Miss Scott on the third floor, who are also returning to the clinic for a total of two hours, so I will come over at 12 noon to collect the cases and files..."

Mrs. Miller closed the notebook with a snap, and said, "This afternoon is a private time. Your two friends have already made an appointment. Is there anything I can help with this part?"

"No, thank you, oh, by the way, I have a friend to come over at night, but he is calling my private phone..."

Mrs. Miller put the notebook back on the shelf on the table and said helplessly: "Doctor Schiller, you have to know that generally speaking, mental hospitals do not allow people to enter without an appointment, and an appointment needs to be called a day in advance. If the hospital's phone number is to contact you through your personal mobile phone, it must be at least two days in advance..."

"Yes, I know, Mrs. Miller, but my friend is in a special situation. If I don't let him in, he might go to the TV station and grab the camera."

"Okay, you can make an exception this time, but next time, please remember to remind him that he must call the hospital to make an appointment, otherwise if there is any problem, the hospital will not be responsible, Dr. Schiller, this is also for your own good."

"okay, thank you."

The hot water was poured into the cup, and there was a light "sizzle" sound, and fine white smoke rose from the cup. Schiller took a sip of hot water, and when he put down the cup, through the smoke on the opposite side, he looked at Cobot's Face.

He is much better than the haggard state before. Although he still has thin cheeks and sunken eyeballs, he can see that his hair has been taken care of, his face has turned a lot more rosy, and his lips are no longer chapped.

Schiller looked at his medical records and said, "Although I have told you many times, I would like to stress it again. Your current living environment is very unfavorable for your recuperation. If possible, it is better to change. house."

"Let's not talk about the poor lighting and air environment there, hygiene alone is a big problem."

Schiller put down the medical records again, looked at Cobblet and asked, "How is your mother?"

"she's fine."

"What's the matter? You seem to have something to say?"

Seeing the opposite Cobot's expression hesitant, Schiller put the case in his hand on the table, then stacked it with the other documents on the table, aligned the edges on the table, and put it aside.

He put his arm on the table and said, "The normal follow-up consultation is over, but there are still 20 minutes left. Next is free consultation time. You can say whatever you want."

"Professor Frith suggested I... go to high school." Cobblet's hands were also on the table, but he folded his fingers and squeezed tightly, saying, "That's ridiculous, right? How could I? Go to high school?"

"Why do you think it's ridiculous? Why do you think you can't go to high school?"

"I..." Cobert hesitated, as if he didn't know how to express his emotions, so Schiller said for him: "Because it's not very common in Gotham, right?"

"Almost everyone around you doesn't study, let alone high school. They may have left school before they even finished elementary school. The same is true for you."

"Perhaps in your life plan, you never read step by step and then take the university entrance exam..."

Cooper nodded, still looking nervous, his Adam's apple twitching up and down, he said, "It's not going to work, I can't go to school, I don't have tuition fees, and my mother needs to be taken care of."

"But now, these shouldn't be a problem. The money you earn now is enough for you to live, and then pay for your tuition. It's also enough for your mother to be hospitalized, and you can even hire a nurse to accompany her all day."

"Yes, but I don't know how to choose..." Cobot hesitated for a moment. He didn't want to hide anything, but his expressive ability prevented him from fully describing his current state of mind, so Schiller could only guide him. He said, "I don't know how to choose, what are your options?"

"I can keep working, earn a lot of money, open a restaurant, and then buy a luxurious house for my mother to live in, that's what I originally planned..." Cobert bit his lip and said vaguely.

"You seem a little ashamed when you describe this goal of yours, why?"

"Because, Professor Frith described a completely different life to me, his experience..."

"what is that?"

Cobot hesitated, and seemed unable to speak, a far cry from the eloquent state in which he described his criminal plans.

His imagination of the good life is scarce, and the language and vocabulary used to describe this state of life are even scarcer.

"He lives in a very good family, with a big country house, a big yard, siblings, a dog, commutes to and from school, sits in classrooms, reads from junior high to high school, Then get into a good university with very good grades..."

Cobert's vocabulary is very empty. His adjectives for these lives are nothing more than good, big, and happy. Schiller heard this and said, "What kind of house do you think is big?"

Cobblet wrapped his hands around, and said, "It's probably about the same as those houses in the rich south."

"Is that how Professor Frith described it to you? He has a house about the size of the affluent area in the south?"

Cobert shook his head. "No, he didn't say that."

"Perhaps your focus is a bit skewed. The point he tells you about these things is not how good his house is, how big is his yard, what kind of car he drives, or how good a school he goes to."

"His essence is not to show you how happy his childhood was, or to tell you that as long as you go to high school, you can live this kind of life..."

"Your memory should be good, so have you noticed any difference between the way he describes this life to you and the time you're reciting him to me now?"

Cobot was silent for a moment, then said, "I don't have as much vocabulary as he does, and I don't have as much emotion as he does, and I feel like my brain goes blank..."

He was like opening a chatterbox, but there was still some trembling at the end of his tone, as if eager to spit out the last coda.

"When he described this kind of life to me, he was very infectious, making me both envious and jealous, but now I want to describe it, but I can't say it..."

"There may be two reasons for this problem. One is that you have never experienced such a life. All fantasies about a better life are just fantasies. It is a matter of experience, but more importantly..."

"Cobert, do you know what people read for?" Schiller took a sip of water, and Cobert replied, "To learn knowledge? Then get a degree?"

"It's all part of it."

Schiller put down the cup and told Cobot in the simplest and most understandable metaphor possible: "Your brain is like a sophisticated machine, but even the most sophisticated machine needs constant activity in order not to rust."

"When your brain is always turning in one direction, there is inertia, and those gears and parts change their configuration with the direction you turn, and then your brain spins faster and faster in that regard. , the more it turns, the smoother it turns, and then the better the break-in between the parts and the gears, the faster it turns.”

"This will make your talents in a certain area stand out, but it will also bring many problems. When these parts are specialized in a certain direction, they are actually sacrificing balance in exchange for efficiency, which will reduce The level of mental stability of people."

"You should have discovered by now that when you think about conspiracy, crime, relationships, business context, your brain is very fluid, which is normal, because you were born in Gotham and grew up here, these things are more than Art, literature, philosophy are more useful."

"But the process of learning is actually the process of bringing your brain back into balance."

"You're not going to memorize all the art, literature, and philosophy books in the world and apply them to your life. That's not possible."

"It's like even if you learn advanced mathematical theory, it won't help you to manage the water system. It's just that you don't need any advanced theory to manage the water pipe."

"But it's actually helping your brain parts and gears grind in the other direction, making it more balanced and stable."

“In addition to knowledge, we also have ways of thinking from learning. When you face something, using more ways of thinking and a more comprehensive perspective on the problem can greatly improve your Mental stability."

"When you have more angles to look at something, you can largely avoid thinking into dead ends or emotional extremes."

Cobot saw an all-encompassing calming force in Schiller's eyes that was stronger than he felt in Victor.

For the first time he understood the metaphor of "the eyes are the windows to the soul" because he saw in Schiller's eyes an endless ocean.

The last time he had this feeling was when facing the godfather, but the godfather carried an irresistible power, more like a violent storm on the sea, but Schiller was more like an endless deep sea, quiet , peaceful, but bottomless.

Cobot's clenched index fingers rubbed against each other, UU reading www.uukanshu. com He felt a cool breeze, but not because of the weather.

In his somewhat deficient imagination, he was like a penguin swaying on the ice, with the storm of Gotham night above his head and the bottomless sea beneath his feet. .

Now, there are two paths in front of him. Do you want to be a bird that rises with the wind, or do you want to jump into the sea and become a fish that bravely moves forward in the sea of ​​learning?

For the first time in his brain, which was always turning in one direction, some parts and gears rubbed together, which sounded to him like thunder in a cold night.

But Cobot didn't feel fear. After the fireplace in the room was lit, there was a faint warmth.

If it rains in Gotham all year round, and he doesn't have an umbrella to keep him out, let him jump into this ocean and swim forward in the currents and whirlpools until he finds a place to stay and put the Water freezes into ice cubes and builds a house for itself.

With a "gu-dong", Schiller heard the sound of Cobot swallowing fiercely, but it sounded more like the sound of some kind of young aquatic bird jumping from the ice into the sea.