Chapter 1165 Professor (37) (Patreon)

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"Mr. Wayne, I hope you understand that psychotherapy is usually a very private matter, and neither the patient nor the doctor wants a third party present. An unrelated person listening in, no one will truly reveal their secrets... you are interfering with my work."

Bruce saw Schiller turn around and stare at him with his eyes, and he found that this Schiller was better at explaining than the Professor he knew. If it had been the previous Professor, he would have only gotten a "get out" at this point.

What is chilling is that when faced with such an explanation, his brain is providing a sense of security, but his instinct is telling him that this is not a good thing.

Being ignored is always infuriating, but being patiently explained to by such a Professor is even more terrifying.

Because he treats you as his own kind, and the way he hopes to maintain a friendship with you is a more thorough integration.

"No relationship." At this point, Professor Pigface Valentin spoke up, and he proactively walked over to the sofa area in front of the glass partition wall and sat down on the single sofa to the left of the coffee table.

Bruce felt his heart skip a beat, because that was actually Schiller's spot, and all visiting guests could only sit on the large sofa on the right.

Before turning around, Schiller glanced at Bruce again, but didn't say anything else, and also turned and walked towards the sofa area.

Bruce finally breathed a sigh of relief, and as he took his hand off the door, a small head poked in, and Harley gritted her teeth at Bruce and said, "Rich person, are you crazy? How long are you going to monopolize Professor Schiller?"

Bruce looked around and reached out to pull Harley in, then covered her mouth and crouched down to look at her, saying, "Stay quiet, this is not the Professor Schiller you know."

Harley's eyes slowly widened, and she poked her head out from behind Bruce to look at Schiller's back, her eyes widening, and she said in a low voice, "Another replacement? But it can't be worse than the previous one, can it?"

"Sometimes you have to trust your instincts." Bruce stood up and walked lightly to Schiller's desk, taking out a recorder, a notebook, and two pens from the drawer on the left side.

Bruce carried the recorder to the sofa area and placed it on the coffee table, and at this point, Schiller had not yet sat down. He tilted his head and looked at Bruce's movements, saying, "You look very professional."

"Not as professional as you." After placing the recorder, Bruce immediately turned around and walked behind the sofa, at the same time pulling Harley, who wanted to sit on the sofa, back. He handed her the notebook and one of the pens, looking straight ahead and speaking in a low voice, "Write down everything you can remember, don't make a sound."

With that, he stepped back into the shadows of the wall, just like Batman often does, diminishing his presence to the lowest level, so that if he didn't speak, it would be as if he had completely merged into the darkness and disappeared from the room.

Harley turned her head left and right, and in the moment she looked up, Schiller's gaze happened to fall on her face.

Instantly, Harley's hair roots stood on end, and she shivered from head to toe, quickly stepping back and pressing her back against the wall, lowering her head to write.

Schiller withdrew his gaze and took a step forward to the single sofa, tilting his head to look at Professor Pigface Valentin and said, "If possible, could you sit on the opposite side?"

Valentin looked up, his eyes behind the pig mask mask looking at Schiller, and asked, "Why?"

Schiller walked over to the coffee table, picked up the recorder, and said as he adjusted it, "Typically, the layout of a psychologist's office is more or less the same, with a wooden desk for writing, a warm and comfortable carpet, a warm fireplace, a bed, and two facing chairs or single sofas."

"This kind of environmental layout is actually to make the patient feel relaxed, so most offices will use wooden floors and ceiling. The ceiling will not have overly bright and complex chandeliers, but will use natural fire, making the room look a bit dim, because this more easily blurs the boundary between reality and dreams, making it easier for people to confess their secrets."

"So why don't you have a choice of two single chairs?" Valentin had a rather inquisitive attitude.

"Each doctor has his own understanding of the therapeutic environment." Schiller hugged the recorder and pressed the buttons one by one, then said, "I believe patients should be given a more spacious environment."

"First of all, many psychiatric patients may become obese due to medication, and a single chair or sofa may make them feel cramped and constrained."

"When their bodies touch the armrests, or their backs cannot fully lean against the chair back, it will make them overly focused on their outward appearance, causing feelings of shame and restraint."

"I hope my patients can stretch their limbs and not feel trapped in the reality of their prison."

Schiller shook his head slightly and said, "When a single chair or sofa is produced, no matter where it is placed, it is telling everyone that this position can only be occupied by one person."

"This kind of suggestion can make some anxiety patients feel very panicked, which is not conducive to their treatment."

"Most psychiatric patients are hoping to have a space to escape and hide, even though they actually don't, but they also need similar suggestions."

"If they sit on a multi-person sofa, they can choose to sit opposite me, or they can choose to avoid me and sit in the corner, which can allow them to not have to face me directly, not have to bear the psychological pressure of the suggestion that they are being treated."

"At the same time, I can also judge the severity of their condition by which part of the chair they choose to sit in, and adjust my treatment plan based on their choice of seating and their demeanor."

"Have I explained it in enough detail?" Schiller tilted his head and looked at Valentin, who nodded and then stood up and sat on the sofa opposite, choosing a position directly facing the single sofa.

Schiller sat back down on the single sofa, placed the recorder on the table, and looked at Valentin, asking, "May I record this?"

Valentin nodded and said, "Of course."

"Thank you for your cooperation, the recording of the treatment process will only be used for my personal review of your condition, and other similar academic research. The conversation process and content will be kept completely confidential."

"Click."

The record button was pressed down, and the tape started to turn. Schiller leaned back, clasped his hands in front of him, and looked at Valentin, saying: "It's obvious that this is your first time seeing a psychologist. Typically, psychological treatment has two modes - you talk, or I talk."

Valentin narrowed his eyes. Although he was wearing a mask, and no one could see his expression clearly, his eye contact still conveyed a sense of confusion.

From where Bruce was standing, he could see the profiles of both of them - a seemingly composed psychologist, and a monster wearing a pig mask, sitting face-to-face, with a recording device emitting a faint sound on the table.

The scene looked horrifying and strange, but Bruce felt deeply engaged, or rather, he was anticipating the content of the upcoming conversation.

Batman was actually facing the inner world of these killers for the first time, and he was eager to know how this group of cold, cruel, and inhumane "born psychopaths" viewed the world and themselves.

"I've already told you about my experiences," Valentin began. "But now that I'm here, I just want to know what you mean when you say that I didn't see them as pigs, and didn't see myself as a butcher."

Schiller shook his head and said, "If you want to take the lead in the treatment process, what you need to do is not ask me questions, but express your confusion about something. You can do it in any way you like."

"You can talk about the logic that led to your confusion, for example, you want to know why you don't like to eat apples. You can talk about the events related to apples, when you first encountered them, and when you first developed an aversion to them. What sensations did you experience after eating apples?"

"Or, you can also start from your emotions, and express your intense hatred towards apples, whether it's cursing, crying, or repeatedly describing the anxiety and sadness you've experienced."

Schiller spread his hands in front of him and said, "Psychological treatment is not about you seeking the truth. Psychologists cannot give you an objectively correct answer."

"You're here to seek understanding. I'll help you understand yourself, and let you understand that I, the psychologist, understand you and am willing to help you."

"If I have to say when I started hating those people, it might have been the day my mother died," Valentin began. "Actually, I didn't like my father at all. He was always running around with the construction crew, and when he came home, he just kept complaining about how busy he was and how high the prices were."

"He didn't care about my mother and me. His entire approach to educating me was to impatiently chase me away when I tried to talk to him, or physically assault me if I did something to offend him."

"Your father had abusive behavior?" Schiller asked.

"Back then, people didn't have that concept," Valentin replied. "A son was the father's property. If he beat me, it must have been because I did something wrong."

"At that time, my only hobby was eating. I would go buy cheap bread, butter, and dairy products and eat them non-stop. Before he died, my body size was already far beyond that of my peers, so I didn't have any friends."

"Were you sad about your father's death?" Schiller asked.

"Of course," Valentin nodded. "But what made me even sadder was that my mother said our family income had decreased greatly, and I couldn't eat as much anymore."

"Childhood overeating disorder," Schiller murmured softly.

"I hated them because after my mother died, no one provided me with that much food anymore. I was sent to a special children's education school, but no one liked me there because I was too fat and always stole food by any means necessary."

As Valentin recounted his childhood experiences, the coldness in his tone made Bruce feel a chill. He spoke calmly, as if he was talking about someone else's story, completely devoid of sadness and distress.

"The method they used to help me overcome the overeating disorder was to not give me any food at all, and so I lost weight at an extremely fast pace," Valentin said with a slight nod. "From then on, my attitude towards food became very strange. I started to dislike eating, and even developed a strong aversion to it, yet I was always hungry."

"Later, that special children's education school closed down, but when they were taking inventory of the students, I was so thin that the school principal and teachers were accused of child abuse. I was then transferred to a community elementary school."

"Because I didn't like to eat, and the teachers there were worried that others would think they were abusing me, they insisted that I had to eat, or else I would just have to sit at the table without any food."

"Quickly, I learned how to control my weight by eating an appropriate amount of food, like a normal person. But I knew that I had completely lost my interest in normal human food, yet I was always hungry."

"As I grew older, I became increasingly hungry, but I gradually realized that this feeling of hunger was not actually hunger."

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