Bruce did not expect that after four years of torturing each other with Schiller, Schiller's abnormality could still refresh his understanding again. This was no longer a moral or legal issue. For the first time, Bruce felt that he was a little confused. .
Did Schiller want to change the blues? Of course, because he doesn't change Bruce, he can't escape the fate of surrounding Batman.
If Batman doesn't change at all, he and Batman may have to torture each other for more than twenty years, so of course he has to make Batman less annoying while he's still young.
So, does Bruce want to change Schiller? Of course, Bruce wants to punish every criminal, so what if his friends are also criminals?
The answer to this question has already been given in the original comics. Batman never gave up on saving Two-Face Harvey Dent, and when Two-Face's condition worsened and he did something that violated the law, Batman would feel so guilty that he wouldn't even be able to face him.
For those who are close to him, Batman is more inclined to save them and let them go on the right path. This is the case for Two-Face and Catwoman, instead of simply and roughly throwing them into jail like he does with other criminals. inside.
Batman has always wanted to change his teacher Schiller, but he has not taken any actual action before, mainly because he has not graduated yet. In any case, Batman is also a normal person with a social conscience. He can't finish his homework without finishing it. , If you fail the exam, why don't you go beat up the teacher?
As for some gentler, non-violent methods, Batman has basically not considered it at all. For a profession whose daily job is to spy on other people's psychology and persuade others, the end result of talking is to make himself sick. .
After Batman returned from hell, his thinking changed a lot. As a result, he was able to have advantages that he didn't have before when dealing with certain criminals. At this time, he thought that he should be able to start changing Schiller.
After participating in an internship in a psychiatric hospital, Batman understands that the vast majority of patients with mental illness are in pain, and no one wants to get rid of this capricious and out-of-control life.
Batman can actually see that Schiller's desire to become an ordinary person is actually a manifestation of him actively seeking treatment. However, because he is a psychiatrist himself, he can't find a better person to treat him. .
Batman feels that he has the responsibility to free Schiller from this pain. Maybe this process will be long, but what Batman lacks most is perseverance and perseverance, but the premise is that Schiller has the possibility of being saved and the desire to accept change. .
Batman had seen his morbid side in Metropolis. At that time, the madness he displayed was similar to other vicious criminals Batman had seen.
But now, he understands that it was just because the time they were in contact was too short, and Schiller didn't have enough room to play.
Even though Batman's moral requirements for Schiller have been reduced to the point where he is just a human being, it is clear that the Schiller in front of him has once again exceeded his bottom line. He is more like a monster than a human being.
A calm, silent, self-consistent monster who does not need to be treated or accept change, and is independent from the world.
"You don't have to feel so nervous." Schiller looked at Bruce, shook his head and said: "For most vertebrates in the world, the rib eye meat should have the best taste."
"Because there are no frequent activities there, the muscles will not become too tough due to excessive exercise, but because of the presence of bones, there will not be excessive accumulation of fat and it will not be too greasy."
Schiller did not say what kind of animal it was. According to common sense, he should be referring to pigs, cattle and sheep, but no one present could understand it in the direction of common sense.
Schiller kept cutting the meat on the plate with his knife and fork, but stopped eating. He went on to say: "Perhaps, it is precisely because of this that the chef chose the dish of grilled ribs, but he didn't care about it. I don’t have much confidence in my cooking skills, so I can only burn the meat so that no one can tell the type of meat.”
"But I think this is all because he uses himself to save others." Schiller shook his head slightly and said: "How many people have seen human ribs? Even if he directly served a complete human rib, Everyone here will be amazed that there are really more and more varieties of pigs nowadays."
All the people who were looking at Schiller had bad expressions on their faces, because they knew that what Schiller said was true. But soon, people reacted. One of the ladies in a dress looked at Schiller and said, "It's not that we don't It’s normal, rather, it’s not normal for you to be able to tell this difference, right?”
"I didn't say you were abnormal." Schiller looked up at him and said, "I am a psychiatrist, and I am using my professional knowledge to provide you with more options for your next actions against the murderer."
Bruce took a deep breath. He knew that now he had to sort out the priorities. No matter how terrifying Schiller was, he was not responsible for this case. He had to first figure out what the murderer on TV was about.
So, he put his hands on the table, looked at Schiller opposite and said, "What does this mean? Does it mean that he is an unconfident person?"
Schiller was still using his knife and fork to separate the meat on the plate that looked very dry. It seemed like he was performing a ritual, but Bruce felt that this was an action to relieve his boredom.
"He has become himself and feels that you, like him, have a full understanding of the different shapes of the limbs of various animals. He also feels that, like him, you instinctively doubt everything around you and will check the details of all items. , you have to look at the food on your plate for half an hour before you start eating.”
Schiller turned his head slightly and said to the TV: "This mysterious gentleman, in the poem you wrote, you described those greedy people who plunder food as pigs, and those who prevent you from taking revenge on them , they are not really kind, but they also want to be pigs, so no one is allowed to slaughter these pigs wantonly."
"We don't need to make any complicated metaphors. The pigs you are talking about are actually the rich who occupy the vast majority of social resources and the officials who hold the power of life and death. And those who stop you from killing these people are , in fact, it is the police, or it may also include vigilantes.”
Schiller explained the theme of the murderer's crime in a very slow tone, and the murderer on the other side of the TV seemed to really be able to hear him. A voice came from the TV again: "So, professor, what do you think about this?" What’s the point?”
"Some people thought that the two cases you did were similar to previous serial murders. However, in fact, organ-themed serial murders are not uncommon. The key is to give them a motive for committing the crime. What is the core spirit of it?”
"The extra attention serial killers pay to human organs often arises from two reasons, one is love and the other is hate."
"Many murderers are obsessed with one or more organs in the human body and have a hobby of collecting them, so they kill humans and take those organs to enrich their collections."
Everyone present felt a chill. Jason shivered, hugged his arm with both hands, and rubbed it up and down. He looked at Tim and said, "It's really perverted, isn't it?"
But when he looked sideways at Tim's expression, he discovered that this handsome and very smart young master was looking at Schiller intently and listening to him very carefully.
Jason turned to look at Bruce again, and Bruce's expression was exactly the same as Tim's, suddenly. Jason felt even colder.
"There is also a kind of murderer who hates a certain organ of the human body and kills a person just to destroy this organ, so that a person's body can no longer be presented in a complete state, but can only be permanently mutilated."
"Who do you think I am?" A voice came from the TV.
"This brings us back to the previous question." Schiller continued to cut the meat on the plate. When the blade of the knife cut through the meat fibers, the subtle sound it made made people shudder.
"You think those who have vested interests and those who support them are greedy pigs who would rather starve themselves to death than share food with others."
"You kill them and take their organs, neither out of love nor out of hate, just because you want to tell them that they are pigs and you are a butcher."
"You can slaughter them at will and take any part of their organs for cooking according to your mood, just like every butcher does with the meat in his hands."
As soon as Schiller finished speaking, the image on the TV turned into a snowflake shadow. Before the people sitting at the dining table could breathe a sigh of relief, another picture appeared again. This time, the background of the picture became darker and looked like It was in a workshop.
What made everyone tremble was that in the background picture, there were many human limbs hanging on iron hooks, including hands, feet, and some parts of skin that were not easy to distinguish, but Bruce keenly discovered that , there is no viscera in it.
"Professor, I have to admit that my previous evaluation of you was a bit hasty. Your attainments in psychology are indeed surprising."
As the sound slowly sounded, a figure appeared on the screen.
He was wearing a white lab coat usually worn in the laboratory, with a pig's head on his head and a long dagger in his hand. He was slowly peeling off the skin of a person's right elbow in front of the camera.
Schiller was still cutting the things on the plate, and the steak knife hit the disk from time to time, making a slight sound.
All the ordinary people caught between these two top serial murderers could do nothing but tremble.
"You can call me V. Of course, I don't mind if you call me by my first name, Laszlo Valentine, or call me Professor Pigface."
A series of deep sounds came, and the sharp knife pierced the skin, cutting open the flexible surface, exposing the muscle tissue inside. Professor Pig Face did not hesitate when he started, and his movements were as skillful as if he had repeated them countless times.
"When I was young, I was just a pig in a pigsty. My father was an ordinary surveyor and died in prison for a construction quality accident. My mother was also running around looking for On the way to the evidence, he died from a rockfall that fell from the roof of the 26th floor.”
"When I saw their bodies, the world was much quieter than before. Later I learned that the sudden deafness caused me to permanently lose the hearing in one ear. Because of this, I was sent to a special education school. "
"With my talent, I was admitted to the best chemistry department in the world, but I became the only scapegoat in a huge examination fraud case. Before the trial started, when I was preparing to defend myself , I lost another right eye permanently."
"So, I kept silent and allowed this prison sentence to ruin my life." His voice gradually lowered, like a whisper, and he continued:
"But maybe, it also recast my life."
