Chapter 2242: Late Autumn in Jincheng (Twenty-Five)
The atmosphere in the room was still very calm.
Ill thought that Pamela's situation did not fall within the scope of his expertise, so Pamela soon discovered that the professor was back, but he did not sit back down, but stood in front of the window and meditated quietly.
Pamela, who had just had a mood swing, would not calm down so quickly. She had resisted the temptation to refute before, but was just afraid of the power of the mysterious Schiller, and she knew the professor better and understood that in most cases, he They are very happy to explain to their students.
Pamela called Schiele twice, but Schiele didn't hear her. She couldn't help but sit up straight on the bed. Schiele noticed her movements and looked back at her.
"Sorry, I was thinking, so I was a little distracted. Are you feeling better? Miss Pamela?"
"I'm much better, I just want to know..." Pamela paused, her nose shrank slightly, and then she said after hesitating: "Do you think I am different from you?"
"It seems that you see more in common between us." Schiller said carefully choosing his words: "This is also the reason why you will appear in my manor garden when you encounter difficulties."
"I..." Pamela's Adam's apple trembled weakly. She took a deep breath and summoned up the courage to say: "I saw you, it should be another you. I saw how you dealt with the devil. I am Talking about moose."
"How does that make you feel?"
Schiller sat in the opposite corner of the room, far away from Pamela, but his overall view made him look more like a hunter. He was obviously hiding in the shadows and observing something.
"I feel a little excited." Pamela seemed very honest. She said, "Watching you cut up humanoid creatures and make them howl and bleed in pain makes my blood boil."
Schiller's frown deepened.
He sensed something was wrong, a contradiction between the feelings Pamela described and Schiller's feelings about her.
Pamela was not born crazy.
This is Schiller's conclusion, and Pamela Eisley is about as far away from the serial killer as Gotham is from Metropolis.
Her psychology cannot be said to be healthy, and her mental state is not stable, but not everyone with psychological problems or poor mental state is born crazy. Crazy people and ordinary people are almost like two different creatures.
Judging from Pamela's experience, it's true. She encountered misfortune when she was young, and may have had the experience of killing or hurting others. When she grew up, she became more and more violent, and she could even calmly frame others after killing someone. This is completely consistent with a person. The experience of a cold, violent, manipulative psychopath.
But the most unreasonable thing that Schiller could feel was that Pamela didn't remember the process of killing her.
Schiller said after considering it.
"I'm afraid these natural-born serial killers have a different perspective on killing their own kind than you do."
"What's the difference?"
"Why do you think you forgot this process?"
Pamela frowned slightly. She tried her best to think in the direction of psychology and replied: "I remember it was mentioned in class that people will instinctively forget when they receive major mental stimulation. This is the brain's function. self-protection mechanism.”
"This is the biggest difference. Ordinary people will regard the murder of two lives as a major stimulus, but crazy people will not. They have almost no empathy and will not realize how terrible death is. Things, killing people is like picking off two leaves, how can you forget it because of mental stimulation? "
Pamela was speechless.
"I know you have a vision for this." Schiller said bluntly: "Some of the behaviors of the other me may have allowed you to see the beauty hidden behind the violent behavior. Gotham people have always been good at appreciating this beauty, and also Very happy to follow it.”
"But the reason why these lunatics are called congenital psychopaths is because they have many inherent flaws, which fans of murderous fanatics call advantages, apathy, uneducated, devoid of empathy and morality. feel."
"This is not a personality trait that comes from being stimulated or experiencing certain things. It all comes with their birth and is almost difficult to shape. If you are not, you will never be. Maybe It will be similar, but there will be some differences.”
"So, am I not?" Pamela stared at Schiller with some confusion and said, "But I think I also have these qualities."
"Those are two different things, miss." Schiller paused and thought for a moment before explaining: "What's going on with your abnormal indifferent attitude? We'll talk about it later. From what I feel, you don't Not this type of lunatic."
"If you don't believe it yet, I'm going to prove it to you by asking you a series of questions."
Pamela was so rested that she put her hands on her back, looking a little nervous. She coughed twice and said, "Just ask."
"When you see someone walking by in class, you think 'I'm going to stab him in the heart with a dagger and then chop his head off with a chainsaw and put it on a tree stump.' ”
"Who did I see?"
"You see this is the difference." Schiller said: "Normal people will first pay attention to who the other person is, and they want to know if they have a reason to kill him, but for psychopaths, this idea does not require any reason, just They suddenly wanted to do it."
"So murders committed by psychopaths are often difficult to solve. They kill people randomly and leave after they are done. They have no grievances or grudges against the target, no social interaction, or even any rules. All sociological connections will not point to them. Often able to escape legal sanctions several times.”
Pamela nodded.
"And do you sometimes feel dizzy and nauseous, and feel that time and space are broken and incoherent? Something is wrong, and you have to correct it?"
Pamela shook her head again.
"Distorted senses are also a sign of natural born killers. They will have sudden whims, completely destroy their previous understanding of certain things, and create a new one through fantasy. If reality does not conform to their new shaping, they will feel They were dizzy and in unbearable pain, and they did not hesitate to use violent means to correct what they thought was a disordered reality.”
"That's often why they kill, because they think that someone is not who they are to others, and I don't mean victims, hypocrites or other sociological duplicities."
"The only possibility is that in the vision of the madmen, this person has grown four arms, so two must be cut off, or the person has no arms and needs to be replaced with someone else's."
"So you often see these types of serial killers create amazing works of art, but it's not their creative vision, there's no rational thinking process, they just see this person out there like this, so they put him It became like that.”
"It's unimaginable." Pamela began to feel a little cold on her back.
Then she looked at Schiller, the desire for life roaring in her mind, asking her not to ask that question regardless of life and death, but an even stronger curiosity pushed her forward.
"You too?"
The moment Schiller's eyes changed, Pamela shrank to the corner of the bed as quickly as possible, but before her eyes were completely distracted, she refocused.
Schiller said helplessly: "What we are facing now is a very professional problem. At this time, it is unwise to provoke crazy people. I think this is the last chance."
Pamela swallowed hard and nodded vigorously, but still looked at Schiller with curiosity.
"My performance in this aspect is not important." Schiller shook his head and said: "If you want to find a typical person, just look for Batman. Of course, I am not talking about the one who is an attraction, but the real bat. Xia."
"What he does is actually correcting the world. Sometimes he is more passionate and paranoid than lunatics. This is one of the alienated manifestations of sensory distortion."
"Dress yourself as a bat?"
"Transvestism is another characteristic." Schiller tapped his hand on the armrest and said: "Because they have no empathy, they are too alienated from the world, and their senses are distorted and they cannot feel the reality. They usually have no anchor. Something that exists.”
"When you love me, feel me, and express your love and feelings, I can understand myself through this. This is the cognitive anchor that a normal person should have."
"But madmen can hardly feel these. Their connection with others is too weak, but their vision and senses are extremely uncertain due to madness, so they often lose their own existence."
"For this reason, they have to find a new anchor for themselves. I am whatever I dress up as."
"So you say you are an ordinary person?"
Schiller stood up.
Countless vines spread out from under the bed and instantly covered the floor and surrounding walls of the bedroom. The storm formed by the vines was like a giant hand grabbing at Schiller, but this was not an attack. Pamela just wanted to protect herself.
Surprisingly, Schiller didn't resist, but he didn't use his special ability to escape. He just opened an umbrella to block the vines and stood quietly looking at Pamela.
"I have to introduce you to a new class of people." Schiller's voice deepened.
"Perverted obsession." Schiller turned his head, but still not looking at Pamela. He said: "Crazy obsession. Mental illness patients will always be attracted by the crazy characteristics of the madman until they themselves are involved. In a whirlpool that cannot be broken out of.”
"I knew you were this type when you saw me preparing the food, Miss Isley."
Schiller sat back on the sofa. He looked back at the thin tip of the vine emerging from the back of the chair. He flicked the curled part with his fingers. As a result, the part grew even further and wrapped around the seat. The wrist is tightened.
"I would like to remind you out of kindness, miss, that I am not completely free from sensory confusion." Schiller straightened the hem of his suit with his other hand and said: "You should be glad that you didn't turn your back to me just now, otherwise I would Need to think of a new name for the lighter meat."
The vines retracted with a swish.
Pamela huddled in the corner of the bed, hugging her knees, and looked at Schiller with wide eyes. Schiller slowly exhaled and said: "Because of your special attention to me, Miss Eisley, I have to express my feelings in person." pleasure."
"so……"
"That's not you."
"ah?"
“The green of all things, come out.”