RNP Chapter 2285 Gotham Music Chapter (24)
Chapter 2285 Gotham Music Chapter (24)
Chapter 2285 Gotham Music Festival (Twenty-four)
"Calm down, Clark." Schiller said standing not far from Clark, "Your name is Clark Kent, and you are in a bar in Gotham now. You are safe, and we are all your friends."
"Friend... no... no... traitor..."
"What are you talking about?" Diana frowned and stared at Clark, as if she was ready to use restrictive measures at any time.
Schiller stepped forward and stood in front of Diana, then walked towards Clark, but Hal waved his hand at him and told him not to get close to Clark. After all, Clark was out of control and no one could stop him here, so Schiller might be in danger.
But Schiller slowly approached, repeating to Clark who he was, where he was, and that he was safe, until Clark's breathing slowed down and Schiller walked over and patted him on the back.
Clark sat on the bar stool with his front half leaning on the bar, sweat dripping from the ends of his hair and eyebrows.
"Are you okay, Clark?" Hal asked with great concern, "Did you drink too much? Or are you allergic to something in the drink?"
"Is there something wrong with your ability?" Diana obviously wanted to come up with some more realistic guesses.
Clark opened his mouth and wanted to refute, but how could a problem with mind reading not be a problem? So he remained silent.
Schiller used his eyes to signal Diana to stop talking. He said, "Perhaps it is not a good habit to let alcohol flow through your blood. It may lead to wrong judgment."
It's like this again, Hal thought. Schiller seemed to have explained this incident as Clark drinking too much, but he also took Diana's guess into account. Combining the two, it became that Clark let himself drink too much, which resulted in a misjudgment of his abilities, and he suddenly showed a state of loss of control.
Hal could feel that Schiller was not lying, and Clark's expression proved that what Schiller said was the truth, but why did this sentence sound like it was talking about something else?
This little episode passed quickly and Clark quickly returned to normal, but it reminded everyone that it was very dangerous to let such a powerful being become unconscious, and Clark also promised them that he would never drink again.
After everyone left, Clark turned around to look for Schiller, who was left at the bar cleaning up the debris on the bar. He stood beside the mess, not knowing what to do, but couldn't help asking, "What is that?"
"normal phenomenon."
"No, doctor, I mean what I felt..."
"It's a normal phenomenon," Schiller repeated.
Clark stared at Schiller, as if trying to see something from his expression, but unfortunately Schiller had been quietly cleaning the bar. Finally, Clark couldn't bear it anymore, and the debris floated up and flew into the trash can next to him. Schiller had nothing to do and could only stand there and look at him.
"Doctor, please." Clark looked at Schiller helplessly and said, "I have to know what Oliver is going through and why he feels this way. It's going to break me and it will break him too."
"No." Schiller just said calmly.
Clark looked painful, and Schiller walked up to him, patted his back to comfort him, and said: "Oliver knows exactly what he is doing. From the moment he embarked on this path, there is no room for weakness or retreat."
"I don't understand. He's already in enough pain. Where do these come from? Why don't you tell me so I can solve them?"
"Because it's hard for you to solve it. Some things in this world are not just right or wrong." Schiller shrugged.
Clark kept staring at Schiller with those eyes, as if if Schiller didn't give an answer today, he would use that look to stare a hole in Schiller's back.
"I can't explain all this to you in my current position, and you won't accept it." Schiller shook his head and said, "If you want to listen, you have to be prepared."
Clark nodded slowly and carefully.
"I worked for the FBI."
Clark's eyes widened in shock. He stared at Schiller and said, "You're not... I mean, for the purpose of obtaining intelligence, right?"
Schiller shook his head and said, "It's not about this universe, it's about my last life."
Clark recalled that Schiller said he came to this universe because of death, which means this happened before he died.
Clark breathed a sigh of relief.
Then his curiosity arose. This was a huge secret. He knew that everyone was more or less trying to figure out Schiller's past life, but no one had a complete answer.
And now that he had a new piece of the puzzle, he just wanted to know what caused all this and what consequences it led to, and why he was talking about this.
“It was an accident,” Schiller said. “Then I started working with them, so I got to know them.”
"FBI?"
Schiller shook his head and said, "All of them. They can be roughly summarized as all law enforcement and intelligence agencies in the United States."
"Is Oliver's matter related to them?"
“It’s always been about them.”
Clark was really impressed. Schiller's way of speaking used to be like acupuncture, and now it is like scraping. He went around in circles and finally came up with meaningless nonsense, but this nonsense seemed to be part of the truth, and it contained some important secret.
Clark now began to miss the professor very much. He swore that from then on he would never say in his heart that Professor Schiller had a sharp tongue. Sometimes it was better to have a sharp tongue. Schiller's wording was so conservative that Clark thought he was watching the first speech of the US President after taking office.
"So who did it?" Clark wanted to get to the point.
"All of them."
"What did they do?"
“That’s what they do all the time.”
"doctor!"
"I'm here, don't worry too much."
For the first time, Clark experienced what it felt like to be deprived of oxygen.
Schiller walked to the sofa next to him and sat down. He waved to Clark, and Clark had no choice but to sit next to him. Schiller turned around and said, "Look, I'm a psychiatrist. My entire responsibility is to keep my patients in a good mood, so I will tell you, don't worry too much."
"This is the least wrong thing to do within the scope of my duties. It is enough for me to do this. I am worthy of our relationship and the medical fees paid by patients. Therefore, I have always been a good doctor."
"But I think you will be impressed by that professor because you can always remember some of his harsh words. Although they are too blunt, they always point to the truth and give you inspiration and guidance. Do you think he is a good professor?"
"Of course, of course he is."
"Does everyone think so?"
Clark was silent.
He couldn't say with a clear conscience that Schiller was a well-praised professor. In fact, everyone who had in-depth dealings with him had very complicated opinions about him. Even in terms of his teaching ability and teacher ethics, they were by no means entirely positive, and could even be said to be a mixture of praise and criticism.
Even Schiller's good friend Victor often said that Schiller used his talent to trap others, expecting others to have the same genius inspiration as him. Apart from that, his teaching of theory was unremarkable. If anything, this teaching method was more suitable for talented students.
Everyone believes that Schiller did not do anything to fundamentally offend his students, but some of the methods he used for the good of his students were too radical, which seriously affected his evaluation as a teacher.
So in general, Schiller's evaluation in this regard is mixed. Although it has no impact on him, it is always not as good as the unanimous praise he received in another universe.
Greed's professional ability and medical ethics in Marvel are highly praised. Some people say that he makes too much noise to treat patients and is a bit scary, while others say that he hides his plans and always makes people jump.
But no one has ever questioned his treatment methods. Although he does not have many morals, his medical ethics are full.
"Do you know why?" Schiller asked.
Clark shook his head, and Schiller sighed and said, "Arrogance is arrogance because no matter what the circumstances, he will stick to his pride and will not change."
"If he wants to tell the truth, he will tell the truth, and it will be the truest truth, without any euphemisms, and it will hit the nail on the head."
"But I'm different. I don't insist so much. I can say it or not. If I want to say it, I can break it up and hide it in a sea of gentle and kind words. It doesn't matter if you don't understand it. Anyway, I said it. If you don't understand it, it means you don't understand it enough."
"And if your condition cannot be cured because you don't understand, I don't care, because I have other ways to cure you, and you will definitely be cured. Regardless of whether you understand the truth, whether you understand what I am saying or doing, you are destined to take that path."
"Every time the arrogance lets go of its pride, it is painful. It will do so because something is worth it. If I have nothing to stick to, I will be invulnerable and nothing will be worth it."
"That's the difference between the two, Clark. When you are ruthless enough, you will not feel pain. As long as you care about something, you will always feel despair."
Clark found himself gradually understanding, even though the words were confusing and incoherent, he was miraculously able to put himself into Oliver's perspective.
It's not that he wants to come back, but he has to come back. However, even if he comes back, his heart will still remain on that land, feeling concerned, painful and desperate.
Did Oliver point to some truth? Did he let go of his pride? And did he still fail?
Did the pain and despair Clark felt when he empathized with him come from others not believing the naked truths he pointed out? And what did they do?
Clark told himself not to think about it, and he didn't dare to think about it, because in connection with the "all of them" that Schiller had mentioned inexplicably before, he was worried that this might be a long-planned trap.
Clark realized that he was not actually worried. The moment his super brain started working, he knew that this must be the truth, but he was emotionally unwilling to believe it.
Because if it was really all of them, and it was really planned for a long time, and Oliver had already appeared here, with endless pain and despair, then it proved that there was not much hope for things to turn around.
Clark stood up suddenly and ran out of the door quickly. He stopped the moment he stepped through the door of the bar, slowed down his pace, looked back and said to Schiller.
"Doctor, I don't know why you can firmly say 'nothing is worth it', but I sincerely hope that one day you will realize the shallowness of this moment. We all have that day."
"My day has not been too long, so I know that even if some things are right or wrong, history cannot fairly judge whether what we did is worth it, time will surely prove that someone cares, someone remembers - then everything is worth it."
Cold plus seasickness, die first
(End of this chapter)