The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

Chapter 424 Suspicious clouds in the metropolis (7)

Oh, yes, I see that you devoted a chapter to this issue in your latest paper, but I see that your main focus is on the philosophical and ethical aspects...

Lionel clasped his hands and smiled all over his face. He said, This is really a bit difficult for ordinary people like me with little knowledge. You also know that businessmen like us with little education still like to pay attention to Some more practical questions...

After speaking, Lionel showed another embarrassed expression, he seemed to want to ask but didn't dare to ask, Schiller said understandingly: It's okay, Mr. Lionel, I'm here to answer your doubts yes, isn't it?

Lionel put his hands under the table, he laughed twice, and then said: You are really approachable, much easier to talk to than many experts I have met.

At this time, a waiter came in, Schiller turned to look at him, and Lionel explained: Sorry, I called him.

As he said that, the waiter brought two wine glasses and a bottle of wine from the cart behind him. Lionel explained: Originally, I planned to share this classic bottle of wine with Mr. Mayor, but who knows...

But it's okay, Mr. Schiller, can I call you that? It's also my honor to drink with a scholar like you.

The beautifully colored wine was like a gemstone frozen in the cup. Seeing Schiller's skillful lifting of the cup, Lionel's smile deepened.

Then, he took out a box of cigars from the handbag next to him, asked the waiter to cut it, and then lit it for Schiller. Schiller took a puff of the cigar and exhaled a thick smoke. He relaxed on the back of the chair, Lai Onel still leaned forward, chatting with Schiller about some common sense questions about psychology.

As the atmosphere of the chat became more and more heated, the topic returned to the previous question. Lionel asked: As I said before, I have no intention of questioning your academic level, but changing a person's personality Into another human body ... it sounds like a fantasy.

Leaving aside the philosophy and ethics that give me a headache, I am only curious about a question that ordinary people would be curious about. How did this happen?

Mr. Lionel, I know you are curious about this, but I also want to ask you a question. Schiller glanced at the burning butt of the cigar, and said, I heard that you started from nothing and built a huge Luther Business Empire, how did you do it?

This... Lionel opened his mouth, he didn't know how to answer this question, he didn't know, if he answered this question with that set of perfunctory and polite words, would Schiller also think Answer his question with the same attitude.

This is the question that laymen and professionals will have. When a person achieves extremely high achievements in some aspects, many people who don't know this aspect like to ask a question, that is, 'How did you do it? ?'.

They are eager to get a specific method that can be implemented from your mouth, but in fact, only experts understand that there is no standard answer to this question. In most cases, even if you answer seriously, you can only answer a perfunctory answer. s answer.

For example, through hard work, a little inspiration, and a little luck. You wanted to answer me that way just now, didn't you, Mr. Lionel?

Lionel's expression froze for a moment, but soon, his face was full of smiles again, and he said: Indeed, many people want to get the secret of success from me, but where is the secret? Everyone knows how to do business, but there are very few people who can really become rich.

Of course, I also understand that laymen regard psychology as a mystery. They always think that we all read minds and can tell what they are thinking just by looking at them, but this is not the case.

This is also a discipline that requires a lot of theoretical knowledge, and then continuously learns lessons in practice, and achieves achievements through systematic and scientific training.

As for what you questioned before, whether it is possible to change one person's personality into another person's body, I can say clearly that it can be done, but if you really want to hear the principle, I'm afraid you have to Learn from scratch.

The smile on Lionel's face remained undiminished, and he said, Look at me, I was so fascinated talking with you, I almost forgot about today's business, about Lex...

Psychotherapy is a long-term process. I can't turn him into a normal person who is good at socializing overnight. As for how to treat him, I need to give him a basic examination first.

Mr. Lionel, to tell you the truth, I have already seen that you are eager to get results. Schiller took another puff of the cigar, and as he spoke, the smoke gradually filled.

Just like everything in this world, as long as you are willing to pay enough, there is always a faster way...

Lionel picked up the wine glass knowingly, clinked glasses with Schiller lightly, and said, This is the best news I've heard over the years.

After a while, the red-haired teenager Lex was brought back to the reception room. He sat opposite Schiller, and Lionel, who was standing beside him, asked, Uh...shall I go out first?

No, no need.

Schiller's answer was beyond Lionel's expectations. He froze for a moment, and then explained as if he had suddenly reacted: I thought others needed to avoid it.

This is just a simple examination, not a formal treatment, so you can wait by.

So, Schiller sat across from Lex and gave him a preliminary examination. The examination process was very simple, basically asking some of the simplest questions, such as name, height, weight, age, etc., as well as simple addition and subtraction of single digits and graphical descriptions.

Lionel has been sitting by the side watching, Lex put his hands on his knees, and answered Schiller's questions in a somewhat rigid manner, without asking why or making any unnecessary movements, and when Schiller asked him, he would answer.

It's a bit strange... Schiller looked at the piece of paper in front of him for recording, then looked up at Lionel and asked, Are you sure the previous diagnosis was autism?

The smile on Lionel's face weakened a bit, he seemed a little hesitant, turned his head to look at Lex several times, and then said, Yes, that's what the previous doctors told me...

Schiller frowned and remained silent. The atmosphere in the room froze, but after a few tens of seconds, Schiller said to himself, Probably atypical autism.

What's going on? Professor, did the previous doctor misdiagnose it?

No, it doesn't count. Schiller wrote and drew on the paper, and then said: I don't know if the doctor explained to you before, there are many types of autism spectrum, and the kind of communication that people often have Autism with disabilities is generally typical autism.

However, there are also atypical autism. These patients have many symptoms and cannot be generalized. It seems that your son's situation is a bit complicated...

Sorry, Professor. Lionel interrupted what Schiller was about to say. He glanced at Lex and said, Is he autistic? Could it be...

Schiller gave him a strange look, and then asked with some doubts: Mr. Lionel, why do you seem a little...

At this moment, Lionel realized that he had lost his composure. Just as he was about to adjust his expression, Schiller said in a tone as if he had suddenly realized: Oh, I see...

Lionel's fingertips trembled, and Lex's numb expression also changed slightly. At this moment, Schiller suddenly said:

I have seen many such parents who feel that their children are not sick. They don't trust doctors, teachers, or even their own relatives.

They feel the diagnosis is bullshit and their child is no different from anyone else in their eyes.

Schiller came over and patted Lionel on the shoulder, saying: I can understand this feeling. No father wants his child to be sick.

However, Mr. Lionel, escaping is not an option. My diagnosis may be slightly different from the previous doctors, but there is no doubt that your son Lex Luthor is somewhat different from ordinary people in terms of spirit. .”

So far, the most likely diagnosis is still autism spectrum disorder, but the specific classification needs to be determined with more detailed diagnosis.

At this moment, Lionel's stiff expression eased a little, he sighed, wiped the corners of his eyes with his fingers, and then said with a sad expression: Indeed, I also hope that Lex and normal children Same, even if he's a playboy like Little Wayne?

Schiller saw a slight change in Lex's numb expression when he heard the name Wayne.

Concentrating his gaze, Schiller nodded to Lionel, and he said, Don't worry, Mr. Luthor, everything will be fine, and your son will return to normal, I promise.

Lionel asked hesitantly: Can you really...

Remember what I said before? I can even transfer one person's personality into another. Autism does require long-term treatment, but...

Schiller smiled, looked into Lionel's eyes and said, As I said before, there's always a faster way, isn't there?

Schiller saw a smoldering flicker in Lionel's eyes, but it soon returned to a smile.

At this moment, a series of noises suddenly came from outside the corridor, as if someone was running over in a hurry, Schiller and Lionel turned their heads at the same time, but Lex sat there numbly as if he didn't hear it .

With a bang, the door was pushed open by a waiter, and Lionel frowned. He said, What's going on? What are you going to do?

Mr. Luthor! You better get down quickly! Officer Benjamin please get down quickly!

What's the matter? What are you doing in such a panic? Lionel was a little dissatisfied, he frowned and reprimanded the waiter.

Someone's dead!...and another is dead!

Schiller also frowned, and Lionel stepped forward and asked, Who is dead?

I... I don't know, but I heard that it seems to be a dealer of agricultural products, called... called...

The waiter hesitated there for a long time, but couldn't explain clearly, Lionel waved his hand impatiently and said, Take Lex back to the room, let's go down and have a look.

As he walked forward with Schiller, he said: Agricultural product dealer? It may be Old Parker. He is the largest agricultural product distributor on the East Coast, so he is invited to this dinner...

Lionel frowned deeply and said: Damn it, Mayor White's death hasn't been found out yet, why did someone die again? Is there any curse in this damn manor?

After Schiller and Lionel came downstairs, they saw a dead body lying in the middle of the banquet hall. Lionel stepped forward and talked to Benjamin. After Schiller went down the stairs, he stood at the top of the stairs , Chu didn't have the slightest intention to step forward.

Benjamin turned his head and glanced at Schiller. Soon, he came over, looked into Schiller's eyes and said, I heard that you have participated in the detection of many famous murders.

Yes, are you going to hire me?

Benjamin's eyebrows furrowed deeply, but before he opened his mouth to answer, Schiller turned around and said, But I don't intend to accept it, I'm going back to sleep.

Wait! Benjamin stopped Schiller, who was about to go up the stairs, and said, There have been two homicides in a short period of time, which may be related to the previous serial homicides in the Metropolis. You are not often involved in this Is it in the case?

Schiller paused on the stairs, then turned around, looked at Benjamin and said, You misunderstood, I only participate in the university defense, not the kindergarten performance.

Benjamin stared at Schiller all the time, and Schiller turned back again, walked up the stair railing, and left the last sentence:

If the serial murderer in your metropolis is only at this level, my defense suggestion is—— Yanbi.

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