The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

Is that what you think? Professor. Pamela asked in an inexplicable tone, and then she said: Is this your true feeling? Or is it a model of some kind of psychological application?

It's also possible that most people don't care when they get a certain feeling. They don't remember it and are not good at expressing it. Psychology has taught me more of this than them. Even so, it cannot be regarded as cheating. .”

Processed truth.

Exactly, ma'am.

Schiller leaned forward, took the kettle on the bedside table further, handed the glass filled with warm water to Pamela, stroked the hem of his suit and sat down again.

Considering that the most important thing for you right now is to keep warm, I won't open the door, but I will turn on the tape recorder used for psychological consultation to record our conversation.

Pamela was noncommittal, she was usually like this. After Schiller had just briefly recalled, he found that he had hardly seen Pamela's other expressions. Most of them were plain, pale, and as straightforward as a piece of paper.

She can even use her indifferent expression to completely cover up all the charm brought by her beautiful facial features and bright long hair. She does not lean towards any gender, and just one eye contact with her face can make people Sensing her boredom.

Although Schiller doesn't like to apply the images of certain characters in comics to the living people he comes into contact with, Pamela's image is somewhat different from Poison Ivy.

While Poison Ivy in the comics is not known for her social charm, Batman has commented on her beauty and coquettishness, proving that she is at least lively.

There are not many records about Poison Ivy's youth in the comics. In most comics, she is beautiful, deadly and a fanatical plant protectionist as soon as she appears. This huge name that can cover up all personal charm makes the comics The reader knows very little about her past and how she grew up.

Obviously another puzzle is placed in front of Schiller, this time it is still quite challenging, because compared to Batman, the character of Poison Ivy Pamela Isley is thinner.

But reality is not a cartoon. There must be a reason why Pamela becomes like this and what she will become in the future. The reason for all this is far less well-known than the death of Batman's parents. I want to complete a complete psychological test. Writing, Schiller still lacks too much crucial information.

But Pamela's state made it impossible for Schiller to accurately judge whether it was suitable for psychological treatment. She had this expression and temperament when she was happy, and also when she was in pain, which made it difficult for Schiller to determine when to stop.

If there is a possibility of causing additional harm, then Schiller would rather not do it. After all, this is not just a purely academic research. Pamela is Schiller's student. To say the least, Schiller's garden still has to point to her.

I think I can tell you my story. Pamela took the lead and said, Then you help me analyze what is going on. After the rain stops, I can help you take care of the garden.

It sounds good, but I hope you don't force it. Schiller turned the page in his book and said: Even if the rain stops, you can lie here and take a nap. The vitality of plants is far greater than you think. of tenacity.”

Yes, storms are never a disaster to them, and to-morrow morning you will know how much they benefit from what is a disaster in the eyes of man.

It will be the same with you, miss. Maybe everything will be different tomorrow morning.

Pamela still had no expression, nor did she have any emotions. This made Schiller feel like he was facing a black box. He was not sure what kind of feedback his words would receive, so he had to be more cautious.

My parents are dead. They offended someone and ran away from Gotham, but they still couldn't escape the murderous hands. Pamela said, but her attitude didn't seem like she was telling her own story at all, and her language was inconsistent. Incredibly refined.

They were killed by their enemies in our newly bought house. I was taken to an orphanage. An Indian woman named Soma picked me and she took me back to her home.

She has a big house, but she doesn't seem to have much money. I know several of her daughters from the photos on the table, but each one only has photos with her, which proves that they are not a family.

She asked me to learn a lot of things, practice standard English pronunciation, learn French and Italian, dance and play the piano. I did well in them. She let me go to a good local middle school and made me stand out in my class and grade. Spread the word about my story.”

What kind of story?

An orphan girl who was adopted by an Indian noble family. My father stayed in India to work, and my mother raised her children here. She has excellent family conditions and a good education.

Did you do this?

Yes, many people believe it, because I do know a lot, and they think my personality is like that of a young lady.

Schiller nodded. He understood why this was the case. Pamela had a completely effortless arrogance. Usually only very confident people could have this kind of temperament.

The classmates may think that the rich are looking down on the poor, but in fact Pamela just looks down on everyone equally.

I had people pursuing me, Pamela said. There were two in my class and a dozen in the entire grade. I told my adoptive mother and she got their background information the next day.

She weeded out the inappropriate ones, leaving only three, and she asked me to be in a relationship with them all at the same time.

So how many did you choose?

None. Pamela blinked slightly and said, I agree with their confession. I did everything as my adoptive mother said. I accepted their date invitation, put on beautiful clothes, and took them over. I sent them flowers, had dinner with them, and within about a month they left and acted angry.

Do they know you have multiple boyfriends?

I don't know, the adoptive mother arranged all the time and cleverly avoided them coming into contact with each other. They may not know it until now.

So what do you think the reason is?

They said I was distracted.

Do you think you are?

I've always been like this.

Schiller thought back for a moment and found that the same thing happened to Pamela in his impression. She seemed to be doing something but not focusing on it, but he couldn't tell where she was focusing her attention.

An ordinary person would definitely think that she was perfunctory, which would be even more irritating than not doing it well.

This happens over and over again, Pamela said. The adoptive mother picks them, I go to them, they leave in anger, and I go home and get scolded.

until……

Until I was almost an adult, she still hadn't found a good partner for me, or rather she had found one, but I screwed it up.

She took some steps?

Yes, she believes that what is lacking in character can be made up for by sex. She feels that if the charm of a beautiful woman cannot be sold at a good price, then maybe the body can.

She forced you to sell yourself?

It's not forced. I don't care. If she asks me to go, I will go.

Schiller was a little surprised now. He looked at Pamela and said, Did she instill some moral concepts in you?

Maybe, but I didn't pay attention. In fact, I don't care, and I still don't care. Pamela tilted her head slightly and said, I have had physical contact with several partners chosen by my adoptive mother. They touched my breasts. Sometimes I feel a little confused.

What are you wondering about?

I don't understand why they're so excited.

I'm sorry, miss, I definitely didn't mean any offense. Schiller leaned back, as far away from Pamela as possible and said: This question is also absolutely academic, not a personal chat.

I understand, just ask.

Have you never felt like you were hormonally attracted?

I don't know what that is.

What about physical and mental excitement?

Probably not.

Instinctively attracted to the opposite sex?

No.

What about people of the same sex?

Pamela shook her head again.

Okay, please continue.

The turning point of the matter happened when we were about to start. Pamela thought about it and said: We walked into a room and he wanted me to take off my clothes. When I was about to do so, a woman suddenly rushed Come in, that's his wife.

I don't know what happened. In short, I screamed, roared, roared, and pulled. I heard a loud bang, and then the sound began to get farther and farther. I smelled the moisture of dew and the fragrance of flowers. I came back to my senses. Then I discovered...

What did you find? Schiller leaned forward and looked at Pamela and asked.

Pamela rarely hesitated.

What I'm about to say is also completely academic. Pamela licked her lips and said, I'm definitely not sexually harassing.

Yes, I understand, please tell me, miss.

“The first thing I noticed was that I was excited.”

as well as……

Both of them are dead.

The moment Schiller and Pamela met their eyes, they both froze.

Schiller's expression slowly changed.

Please forgive me for not being able to describe the details to you, because I don't remember it at all. Pamela swallowed, and she obviously recognized Schiller who appeared after this as the person who cooked the moose meat.

My memory ended abruptly when the woman rushed up to me. When she reappeared, there was only blood on the ground and two corpses.

Is there blood on your hands?

No. Pamela shook her head and said, But I knelt in the middle of them, so there was blood on my legs and skirt.

Then what?

My mother came in. Pamela took a deep breath and said, I made a bold decision.

You knocked her unconscious, then blamed her for both of their deaths, while also exposing the fact that she abused you. Two corpses, one criminal, and you escaped unscathed.

Pamela nodded slowly.

Wonderful, miss.

Actually, it's not the first time. Pamela took another deep breath and said, It seems like this isn't the first time.

'like'?

In my impression, before my parents took me and moved away in a hurry, I also lost a memory.

Where?

At home. Pamela frowned slightly and said, Someone broke in, I saw him, the middle scene disappeared, and then my parents took me to move.

Very well, look me in the eyes, miss.

Schiller stood up, walked a little in front of Pamela, bent down and turned his head. Pamela mustered up the courage to raise her eyes to meet him.

Schiller's eyes were slightly focused for a moment, but soon dispersed, and he also frowned.

Am I a natural-born killer? Pamela asked, her eyes following Schiller's back as he walked around the bed to the window and said, Like you, would you be excited and satisfied by this?

you are not.

Schiller gave an answer that shocked Pamela.

Why? Pamela still couldn't help asking.

During the period of contact with Schiller, she learned some things about this circle, including indifference, contempt, murder, and excitement. These are the basic emotional characteristics of a typical serial killer.

She was even mentally prepared for this.

You're not. Schiller repeated again. When he turned around, the windows behind him also gave him a cold light.

Pamela saw his gray eyes glowing faintly in the backlit darkness, like a beast in a cave, and she heard Schiller's voice echoing in the room.

You're not...because we won't forget.

It is always said that there would be no Schiller without Schiller!