Days as a Spiritual Mentor in American Comics-Chapter 4544 - 3627: Edge of Tomorrow (36)

"This is a very rare time perception disorder," Shiller said. "What feels like a minute to an ordinary person might feel like hundreds of years to them. But decades might pass in a second."

"So how do we treat it?"

"Sorry. But this mental illness, like schizophrenia, is a pathological symptom, not a psychological issue. There's a part of his brain that's malfunctioned. You should be looking for a pathologist and a brain scientist, not a psychologist."

"So, he's not crazy from trauma?"

"No. This is not a cognitive disorder, but a sensory disorder. A sensory disorder means there's something wrong with the senses, which is an organ malfunction. Just like you can't say a deaf-mute person is that way because of trauma."

"Is there any temporary relief?"

Shiller intertwined his fingers, his thumb feeling the second knuckle of the other thumb, and after thinking for two more seconds, he said: "There is a method, but it's not conventional."

"Tell me." Amanda decided promptly.

Shiller looked inside the cell at the "Wise Man." After ten seconds, he looked up and said: "All set."

Amanda stared at him. free𝑤ebnovel.com

"Heavens, I just felt like a century had passed." The "Wise Man" coughed twice and said, "I'm fine now. When do we go?"

"What did you do to him?"

Shiller shook his head without speaking. Amanda thought he didn't want to expose his superpower, but actually, it wasn't Shiller who did anything to him, it was Charles.

After sacrificing that segment of the brainwave last time, Charles gave another brainwave to Shiller. Of course, the "Wise Man's" time perception disorder is a brain malfunction, which cannot be improved by altering brainwaves.

So Charles directly "possessed" the "Wise Man."

Now standing in front of Amanda is no longer her prisoner but Charles.

Compared to the original madman, Shiller feels that Charles is more fitting for that title. Although not infallible, at least stable in condition, unlikely to go mad at any moment.

"You're intending to take these few people to deal with Brainiac?" Shiller looked at Amanda and said. He knew Amanda had a strong sense of competitiveness in front of him; if he could extract some information by opportunity, it would be even better.

"Yes, because you never need a psychologist to deal with artificial intelligence." Amanda snorted, brushed past Shiller.

Shiller shook his head, watching her back. Then Brainiac texted him on his phone: "She's too narrow-minded, Professor. Artificial intelligence can surely benefit from psychologists."

"Then who wants to abolish the psychology department?"

"I only want to abolish the psychoanalysis school. Of course, if you wish to study it, I won't stop you. After all, this school, aside from being challenging, has no practical value. It fits all kinds of madmen well."

Shiller just snorted, saying nothing. Because he can only admit that Brainiac is right. Psychoanalysis is not only difficult but also quite useless. Studying this school leaves no career path other than becoming a psychologist. Hardly advisable to promote.

This time, Shiller came not only to earn some from Amanda but also to find out where their base is. Unsurprisingly, the Federation Shield's base on the East Coast is in the suburbs of Brude Haven, not far from Gotham and Metropolis.

Amanda seems to think the more remote the base, the less likely it is to be monitored by Brainiac. So, both Federation Shield's base and the X Task Force's base are in such remote suburban communities.

After receiving his payment, Shiller headed out, brushing past Victor. Victor smiled at him, clearly pleased with Amanda's offer.

Back at the base, Shiller found Harley putting on makeup. As Harley turned around, Shiller was startled.

"Harley?" Shiller called tentatively.

"Haha, Professor, your expression is amusing." Harley laughed.

Shiller breathed a sigh of relief, saying rather helplessly: "Why dress like that? Didn't you say this outfit is tacky?"

Harley was now dressed just like Harley Quinn: a short T-shirt and jeans, with a jacket. Her hair bleached white, with one side dyed red and the other blue. Her face with heavy makeup, eyeshadow red on one side, blue on the other, lipstick smeared into a large grin.

At first glance, Shiller almost thought some Harley Quinn from a parallel universe had arrived.

"In my youth, I didn't appreciate this style," Harley said. "Ever since Joker created that Diamond Street explosion, if I go out dressed like this, no one would dare look at me twice."

"But your styles aren't alike," Shiller said, examining her. "If you want to play Joker, you need to smudge the lipstick out a bit more."

"That's hard to clean," Harley wrinkled her nose in disgust. "I'm just putting on airs, no need for exact role-play."

"What are you up to?"

"Of course, to fool Batman." Harley tilted her head back and laughed, then said, "I can tell them I'm from another universe. That way, besides guarding against Joker, they have to guard against Harley Quinn too. Hahahahahahaha!"

Shiller understood, Harley had not gotten her fill of fun watching the show from afar, wanting to get to the front line, thus finding such an excuse.

"You're not thinking of joining the X Task Force, are you?" Shiller asked.