The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

Such a character is obviously not satisfactory. When Pamela was a very young girl, being quiet and sensible always had her own advantages, which was why she was chosen.

But as she got older, the adoptive mother finally discovered that Pamela was sick.

This is not an angry insult, it is just a precise description. Pamela has a natural indifference and alienation towards everything, and she is not interested in anything.

This is not a spectrum trait. Pamela does not feel withdrawn. It is just that the organs that secrete excitatory substances in her body seem to have not been functioning for a long time. However, this is not depression. She often falls, but she is not afraid of falling. This is good for her. It's the norm.

It is obviously difficult for this kind of character to exude external charm. Although it is good to be proficient in all kinds of music, chess, calligraphy and painting, the most important thing in this line of work is sexual attraction. Everything else is just to add to the charm. Pamela sticks to it, beauty is beautiful. Yes, no soul.

Another more fatal thing is that Pamela's indifference and indifference are often interpreted as contempt by ordinary people. Others' flower of the mountain may be a persona. She really looks down on everyone in this world equally. people.

Obviously, Pamela's education failed. The adoptive mother worked hard for a long time and tried all kinds of methods, even taking some more drastic measures. But Pamela was like a piece of rotten wood that could not be carved. Impressed, even sicker and sicker.

Such a product is worthless, but it still took resources and energy to produce her. More importantly, it broke her adoptive mother's record of winning every battle and made her understand that it was not how correct her education methods were. The previous few successes were really just luck.

Pamela's foster mother was furious.

What happened next was not written in the file, and Anna did not ask. In short, when Pamela was 16 years old, her adoptive mother was convicted of abuse, and several goddaughters except her biological daughter came forward to accuse her. But her biological daughter also used her power to exonerate her, leading to her eventual imprisonment in a mental hospital.

Pamela got rid of her adoptive mother, returned to Gotham alone, and used the compensation she received to restart her studies. Her grades were not very good, but they were enough to apply to Gotham University.

Anna and Victor both guessed that the angry adoptive mother must have abused Pamela, because Anna accidentally caught a glimpse of some old injuries on Pamela's body, and they guessed that it must have been beaten by Pamela's adoptive mother.

But Schiller's guess was darker, because combined with Pamela's sexual orientation, she guessed that Pamela's adoptive mother might want to force her adopted daughter to a man, but Pamela did not let her succeed, it was just possible Serious injuries were caused, causing the matter to become a big deal before it came to public attention, leading to her adoptive mother being exposed.

These were originally just unfounded speculations by Schiller in his spare time, because the backstory of Poison Ivy has gone through several major changes, and even has no final conclusion at all in many universes.

The only thing that is certain is that the fate of Poison Ivy in this universe has been completely changed, because Dr. Jason Wood, who originally poisoned her with plant toxins, has died, but Pamela has still become the spokesperson for the green of all things. .

In other words, although Pamela is no longer Poison Ivy, she is still a plant-based magician who can be ranked first-rate with beings like Constantine and Zatanna.

Schiller knew only so much information at first, until the last midsummer night in Gotham.

The rain that night was a sign of the end of this long summer. The cold air fell together with the heavy rain, which was not as refreshing as the dense drizzle in Gotham in the past. The whole world was shrouded in a thick curtain of rain.

Because Schiller was fed up with the continuous rain, he was more interested in the normal thunderstorms. He moved a chair and sat on the second floor, listening to the raindrops hitting the dense leaves, and watching the pond in the garden rolling out white waves that are only found in the sea. , a layer of white mist was poured on the soft soil.

Water is the source of all things, and the plants under the rain curtain are even more vivid. The branches that are stubborn and not broken by the violent storm roar out a majestic song of life.

But Schiller soon discovered that the vines behind the big tree in the middle of the manor were a bit too stubborn. Not only were they not knocked down by the heavy raindrops, they were getting taller and faster.

A dark figure took action - it was the little devil Hexagon who was taking a bath in the rain. He had been a potted plant in Schiller's manor for a long time. Merkel's gardening was too unrestrained for other plants. The technology is just right for him, and he likes to take a hot bath after basking in the sun, which makes him feel like he is at home in hell.

While he was rubbing his back with his tentacles, he felt a black shadow hit the two tentacles on his back heavily. He pulled back the curled tentacles reflexively, and heard a sound coming from the second floor of the manor. shouted.

Rexagon! Rakagon! Put her down!

When Rokkaku turned around, he found that his tentacles were actually wrapped around a woman. He hurriedly threw the woman onto the vines nearby, and saw Schiller walking over with an umbrella open.

What's going on? Schiller asked.

Liujiao imitated Merkel and waved his tentacles. He didn’t know what was going on. Schiller looked up and found that the walls of the courtyard were covered with vines. When he looked down again, he saw that it was indeed Pammy lying under the tree. pull.

She was wearing a sweatshirt and jeans, and her whole body was soaked by the rain. Her long red hair was wet and stuck to her cheeks. When Schiller reached out to turn her over, he found that her eyes were open, but she was a little dull.

Schiller reached out and pressed his hand on her neck to measure her pulse. She was slightly weak, but not life-threatening. He then felt her body temperature. It was completely higher than the baseline. Pamela was running a high fever.

Merkel also rushed out, and then Schiller rushed back to get the blanket. They quickly rolled Pamela into a thick blanket and carried her back to the fireplace in the manor.

Merkel began to wipe Pamela's body with alcohol to cool down, and Schiller tested her eye movement reaction. Finally, the two determined that Pamela was only confused by high fever and had no other problems.

Schiller called the social work department, and soon two female social workers came to help Pamela take a warm bath and change her clothes. One of them, who had experience as a nurse, took her temperature and checked her body and told Schiller Well, there was no external injury on Pamela’s body, so the high fever was not caused by infection.

In this way, Schiller could basically determine that Pamela was probably suffering from emotional problems that made her unable to control herself. She caught a cold after being exposed to the rain, so he gave her some antipyretics and let her sleep until late at night.

During this period of time, Schiller made a simple profile of Pamela, which still did not require the person to answer questions and relied entirely on guessing based on the senses of heaven and man.

Although Pamela's life experience is bizarre, it is not complicated. The only problem is that there is no sign of where Pamela's unique preference for plants comes from.

Schiller thinks the problem most likely lies with Pamela's biological parents.

Pamela was 5 years old when she was adopted. For most children, this is too young and their memories may not be very clear, but Schiller knew that Pamela was also a genius.

In the chat with Anna and in the report to the law enforcement officers of the adoptive mother's abuse case, Pamela seemed to have deliberately blurred her biological parents, and no one could not remember a little girl whose parents died when she was four or five years old. His parents had any objections, but this seemed very suspicious to Schiller.

If Pamela's cold and insensitive personality actually comes from her biological parents, then perhaps her preference for plants may also come from this.

What did her biological parents do?

Schiller sat on Pamela's bedside with paper and pen, doing psychological portraits and drawing some irregular lines. Until about 11 o'clock in the evening, Pamela's fever subsided and she slowly recovered from the disease. Woke up from a coma.

Pamela first turned around and glanced at Schiller with dull eyes, then looked at the rain outside the window, and finally began to signal Schiller with her eyes.

It could be seen from her expression that she had not thought that her gesture would work, but Schiller stood up anyway, walked around her bed, walked to the window and opened the curtains, revealing a lush green outside.

Pamela stared at Schiller with slightly surprised eyes. Schiller helped her up again, raised her upper body with pillows, and touched her long, damp hair from her back to the pillow. took it out from between the cracks.

Pamela lay back on the pillow with some comfortable decadence. She looked down at her clothes and then looked at Schiller.

Ms. Hall, the social worker, is a retired nurse, and your professor Anna is a little taller and thinner than you. Her clothes may not fit very well. If you need it, give me an address and I will ask my housekeeper to help. You get it.

Very gentlemanly, Professor, but I forgot if I had done my homework.

You have no more psychology homework. Schiller sat back on the bedside, flattened the sheets on the bedside with his hands and said, This is your last school year, and you will graduate soon.

Pamela looked at the window. There was no light on in the guest bedroom, so only the edges of her cheeks were illuminated by the light coming from the rain. It was a very cold light, even with moist moisture, and her cheeks could be seen clearly. fine fuzz.

This is a sign of youthfulness, Schiller thought. On young and stretched skin, the villi will be crowded together like grass, and then recede with age, becoming wrinkled and dry.

Forget about homework. Schiller whispered softly: You just had a high fever. It is very rare for adults to have such a high temperature. And you fell into my garden soaked all over.

I'm sorry that when I was sick, my powers went out of control. When I get better, I will rebuild your garden, Professor.

Forget about my gardens, even if you don't fall in, they will be messed up after such a storm and Merkel is clearly incapable of sorting them out.

Will you come to me then? Professor.

I'm sure you'll come to me, Schiller said, changing his legs and saying, You'll remember that there are plants here that need help.

Instead of someone who needs help?

I don't need help, Pamela. Schiller looked into Pamela's eyes and said, You help the plants so that they can live better, not so that I can have a beautiful garden. .”

This is the most significant difference between you and other gardeners, and it is also the reason why you can do better than them. The garden plants that grow with your help are more like powerful beings than ornamental supplies. .”