The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

Name?

Philip Best.

Okay, Jack.

The clown was lying on the hospital bed, and Schiller was standing by the bed with a medical record. He said, You'd better call out your psychologist personality quickly and describe your symptoms, or I'll just write nonsense.

Untie my right hand, I want to smoke a cigarette. Jack shook his hair and said, Schiller walked up and untied his right hand tied to the armrest of the hospital bed. Jack gestured for a gun with his hand, and then aimed with Schiller.

Schiller moved a chair and sat down beside his hospital bed, then found a tape recorder and a blank tape from the cabinet, put the tape in the tape recorder, and pressed the button to start recording.

Okay, tell me about your life.

Jack pouted, glanced at the tape recorder, looked at Schiller again, and said, My name is Philip Best, a truck driver serving the Antares...

Jack babbled about a long list, such as his mortgage and car loan, his weekend trips to the supermarket to stock up, his neighbor next door caught fire, and so on.

Schiller pressed the tape recorder and said, Okay, next.

Jack looked at him, and he looked at Jack. The two stared at each other for a long time, and Schiller said to him, Why are you looking at me? Make up another one, I'm useful.

Jack tilted his head back, rolled his eyes, muttered a few words in Schiller's tone, and then he made up an origin for himself.

In this way, Schiller let the clown make up a dozen origin stories for himself, and then took the tape off the tape recorder with satisfaction.

Still the same sentence, garbage is resources that have been misplaced. The origin story that the clown created for himself is not only true and reasonable, but also rich in details and quite vivid. As long as the background of the times is changed, it can be regarded as a rich character. to use a fake identity.

Schiller has not forgotten that he is in Marvel's Arkham Sanatorium, and there are many agents who have been inserted in, and this false identity is just right.

Jack turned his body sideways, stretched his head to look at Schiller, his eyes were wide open, and he said: You know what? I hate two kinds of people the most, one is too ordinary people, and the other is people who are very similar to me. people.

As for you, you are obviously a person who is very similar to me, but you pursue to be an ordinary person, but Jack, the most professional psychologist in the world, tells you that you can't do it, hahahahahaha!

He hadn't finished laughing when Schiller twitched his injured hand with the spine of the notebook. Jack let out a cry of pain, and then let out a series of wilder laughter. He said, I hit you! I poked you! It's hurting! You will never be an ordinary person, hahahahahaha!

Schiller took a deep breath and said, After today's consultation is over, you can go to the general ward for me. Do you know how precious the beds here are? Stop delaying my money.

Money? Hahahahaha! Jack laughed even harder, and the hospital bed began to tremble because of his laughter. After a while, he choked himself and began to cough wildly, then reached out and said to Schiller : Water, thank you.

Schiller didn't hand it to him, and he didn't mind. Instead, he stopped laughing and collapsed on the bed, gasping for air. Must buy tickets for a whole week in a row, and watch all the movies I haven't seen.

Suddenly he became deep again, sighed and said, It's ridiculous for them to pursue money, isn't it? What's even more ridiculous is that the money they pursue is no different from popcorn...

And the most ridiculous thing is, hahaha... He started laughing again, shaking himself from laughing. The most ridiculous thing is that there is a lunatic who knows that money is popcorn, but he still pursues it, hahahahaha...

Why? Because he's crazy! He thinks... He actually thinks that as long as he pursues fame and fortune like ordinary people, he can become an ordinary person, hahahahahahahaha...

He found Schiller watching silently, Jack grinned and said, Why are you so serious? Didn't you laugh very happily in the theater before?

Because the hell joke is funny because it's someone else's hell. Schiller stood up again and said, Of course it's fun to watch Batman, and you think so, right?

Jack wiped away the tears of laughter with the hand that was let go. He didn't act as crazy as he did in the theater. Instead, he looked normal, but even weirder.

To be honest, I didn't expect you to be so supportive. I really love this place so much!

You should thank the owl court. The continuous heavy rain they have affected the residents here to some extent, and all the residents. Even if they are not exposed to the rain, they will inevitably inhale the moisture in the air when they breathe, so everyone is a little crazy. .”

I know, of course I know...otherwise why would I tell my plan on TV? I know someone will come, there must be a bunch of nasty people... Jack was gnashing his teeth one second, and the next second He said in a humble tone: Oh, no, it's the distinguished audience, gentlemen, someone will definitely appreciate the comedy performance brought by this poor clown...

Except for Batman, he didn't want to come, I insisted on taking him there.

This is what I hate most about the court of owls. They made a kind of rain that can make people crazy, but this rain is only ineffective against Batman, they idiots. Jack said viciously.

You're lying again. If the rain really works on Batman, the Court of Owls will be a thousand times worse than it is now.

Jack pursed his lips and whistled twice, as if trying to cover up his lying behavior. He moved his body, let himself lean on the pillow, and said as if he had found a bosom friend: Look, you think so too? Batman is actually He is a madman, but he doesn't admit it, and if there are some external factors that make him crazy, it's too boring.

Tell me, did he really want to laugh at yesterday's performance? Jack blinked, his cloudy eyeballs were full of longing, and his tone became excited again. I hid in the alley and watched him secretly several times, watching him break the hands and feet of the robbers.

But he's so serious. Jack complained, Can't he be happier? Listening to the wailing of the robbers, listening to the most hated and hated criminals begging for mercy in his hands, how could he not What about happiness? Since you are happy, why don’t you smile?”

As long as Batman is mentioned, Jack can't stop talking, but Schiller is not interested in listening to his crazy talk. He tapped the side of his notebook with a pen and said, I also have two kinds of people that I hate the most. The person I am looking for trouble is the one who is justified after finding trouble.”

Before Jack could say anything, Schiller went on to say: It seems that we just happen to be the kind of people that each other hates the most. Since we hate each other, we should keep our contact with each other less. You will move to the next ward tomorrow, and you will be with Copperpot. Let's live together.

Jack let out a snort from his nose, and he said, You are a smart learner.

At noon the next day, when Schiller came back from the cafeteria, he found Jack squatting at the door of the ward crying. He leaned against the door frame of the ward, covered his face, and cried very sadly.

Schiller walked past him without looking away, and Jack grabbed his white coat and said, My God! How can there be such a boring person in this world? How can you put me in the ward with him?

He held on to Schiller's white coat with one hand, wiped away tears that didn't exist with the other hand, and said, He just told me a joke, but even this joke is extremely boring.

He actually said he wanted to open a restaurant, you know? And then he's going to make an iceberg in the restaurant, oh my god…

I always thought it was perverted enough to dress up as a bat, but someone wants to dress up as a penguin, penguin, hahahahahaha!

Doctor, they are all crazy, you need to save me! Jack began to tremble all over. I don't want to be with these lunatics!

Schiller bent down, grabbed his wrist, and ripped his hand from his clothes. He bent down and said to Jack: First of all, this is a mental hospital. If either you or him are not crazy, then You wouldn't be here.

Secondly, now is not the time to let the wind go. If you dare to run out of the ward again, I will expel Batman from Gotham University and let him go to the metropolis to study, and you will never see him again.

Jack quickly got up, ran to the hospital bed and lay down, and covered the quilt by the way, humming and saying: Little Jack is going to sleep well, hum hum... sing a lullaby ...

While he closed one eye and pretended to be asleep, he secretly opened the other eye to peek at Schiller's reaction.

Cobbot next to him sighed deeply. He looked at Schiller by the door and said, Doctor, I suggest you move him to the next ward.

He pointed to the wall behind him with his thumb and said, Evans must have a lot in common with him.

More importantly, if this lunatic stays any longer, I will definitely beat him up.

Okay, he'll go live with Evans tomorrow.

The next day, Schiller came back after lunch again. He found that Jack had somehow climbed onto the observation window at the top of the wall. He was riding on the observation window, moving his body clumsily, as if he wanted to turn over.

Before Schiller asked what was going on, Evans roared inside: You actually like those musical comedies!! And you insult classicism!! I really misunderstood you, those new operas are absolutely right Opera blasphemy!!”

You're crazy! Jack yelled as he rode on the observation window, shaking his fists. Those Baroque operas are old stuff! Monteverdi is complete rubbish! They don't have any sense of humor!

As he spoke, he shook his head and learned a few singing tunes. The dry voice combined with the weird singing style was full of emotion without any technique.

From the height of the observation window, he sprayed all over the masters of Baroque opera and classical opera, and the angry Evans threw him with a pillow.

Not to mention, Evans is still quite strong. He stood underneath and smacked Jack's face with a pillow. Jack's arm was injured and he couldn't hold onto the wall, so he fell directly outside the ward. , fell in front of Schiller.

He was still very angry and wanted to get up and rush back to the ward, and continued to argue with Evans. Schiller grabbed his clothes and said, Do you want to go back and get beaten? You don't really think you can handle it. Him?

Jack was furious, and he said aloud, He doesn't understand music at all, that idiot! Classical opera is a total moaning, can you imagine? There are still old-fashioned people who like that stuff, only comic opera and musical theater. It's interesting!

Evans leaned out his upper body leaning on the door frame and said loudly, You are the one who has no taste! You bloody lunatic!

You are the madman!

Schiele stood beside him speechless, firstly because he didn't know much about opera, and secondly because he didn't know much about lunatics either.