Chapter 1137: Professor (17)

Bruce fell into deep thought.

This was not the first time he had obtained a point of view from Shiler that he had never heard before, with a quite peculiar angle, but it also seemed very reasonable. But this time, the angle was exceptionally peculiar.

In the three views of a normal human, laziness is wrong. But Shiler was now telling him that if a person had no laziness, they might become even more terrifying.

In fact, Bruce knew in his own heart that he had all the symptoms Shiler mentioned. Although there was some improvement now, there were still manifestations.

The most typical one was that from childhood to adulthood, Bruce had felt several times that when he achieved a part of his achievements, a voice in his heart was telling him that there was nothing worth being happy about, just a negligible achievement.

But at the same time, another voice was telling him that you are a peerless genius different from everyone else, the achievements you have made have surpassed everyone, and you are a great person unprecedented.

When he was still very young, Bruce felt confused about this. He even suspected whether he was a bit split.

Why was there always a force suppressing his excitement, while at the same time, there was another force making him excessively affirm himself?

Until he grew up, Bruce didn't find a clear answer.

And today, he almost wouldn't feel happy for any achievement he made. At the same time, he had already believed from the bottom of his heart that he was a peerless genius.

Although the facts were indeed so, but thinking about the process leading to these two results, where did these two mysterious forces come from?

Bruce put his hands on the table, leaned forward, looked at Shiler, and said, "You mean, this is because I don't know how to be lazy?"

"The inertia of the human brain is stronger than you imagine." Shiler stared at Bruce's eyes without blinking. "I think you must have read a theory, that is, humans can be domesticated."

"The brain is the same. When you keep exercising a part of your thinking, it will become more powerful, react faster, and execute with greater force."

Bruce nodded. This was not obscure knowledge; even people who hadn't studied psychology had heard of it.

For example, the development and exercise of the left and right brains. Most of the human body organs, within a reasonable range of exercise, are stronger the more they are used. Even the vitreous deformation caused by excessive eye use, which is myopia, is actually the result of exercise and becoming stronger.

"If you only keep executing things in place and gaining successful experience, then your brain will only process similar emotions. This will lead to two results: one is what I said before, long-term depression and frustration, irritability and violence, as well as excessive arrogance and narcissism."

"Another situation is that when facing sudden failure, your brain cannot process negative emotions, which leads to these emotions not being able to be balanced, leading to excessive pessimism, thereby generating mental illness."

"This is why, in the eyes of many people, some depression patients were originally smooth sailing, but encountered a small thing and suddenly became depressed."

"Or rather, the probability of successful people suffering from mental illness after sudden setbacks is higher than that of ordinary people. It is because their brains are not good at processing negative emotions when failing, leading to emotions being too deep and heavy, unable to be balanced, and becoming a disease over time."

Bruce lowered his head and thought for a few minutes, then looked up at Shiler and said, "Then how did you obtain the trait of Sloth?"

"I spent about a few years piecing together from various negative personality traits before I managed to pinch out a name called Sloth, but in reality, it's a stitched-together monster that is neither fish nor fowl."

Shiler touched his forehead, recalling while saying, "At that time, my attitude toward psychological treatment was no better than yours. In most cases, it was mainly about fooling around."

"At that time, my attitude toward the homework left by that psychologist was also about the same as your attitude toward my thesis. On the night before handing in the homework, I started a life-and-death speed race, just hoping to have something to hand in tomorrow."

Bruce looked at Shiler's face. He now considered he knew why Shiler could see every time whose thesis in the class was rushed out on the night before.

Because you once got rained on, so you tore everyone's umbrellas, right?

"But later, I realized that what this doctor said was right. Some parts in my brain, because they were not often exercised, had completely rusted. I had to find a way to make them move."

"Thus, I started to build the personality trait of Sloth very carefully, but in fact, this is very difficult." Shiler shook his head and said, "This is completely counterintuitive. I originally couldn't feel any inexplicable resistance, and to force myself to imagine this resistance, and to make things fail because of it, this is really too difficult."

"Until before I came to Cat Getan, this personality was still a stitched-together monster."

"However, because this city is indeed full of crises, and I did indeed mess up some things, the frequency of experiencing failure was much higher than before, so it was actually conducive to my construction of this personality trait."

After speaking, Shiler started counting with his fingers: "Catwoman stealing the diamond bottle containing the symbiote, Green Lantern causing trouble in the mental hospital, causing me to lose an office, Hal destroying the central turntable, causing me to have a traffic jam, the Court of Owls breaking my car on the way to the New Year holiday, going out for a New Year holiday and getting seasick and stranded on a desert island, your helicopter engine blowing up my tower, Bat-Cat and Pikachu blowing up my house..."

Bruce covered his forehead. He felt that the trace of sympathy that had just appeared in his heart must be his hallucination. He actually didn't notice that Shiler's life over the past four years was no less exciting than his.

"In short, under my deliberate indulgence, although the people who caused these things all had a small accident, the failures also became real failures, and I didn't deliberately try to save them."

"In this stage, the trait of Sloth has gradually become an independent trait from a stitched-together monster, possessing the ability to act independently. And the next turning point happened recently."

"The Arrogance that was originally split into two halves is gradually merging into one, and the most powerful Greed has also gained more powerful strength. But in fact, this process is the biggest failure for both of them, and they have suffered a great blow."

Hearing Shiler's words, Bruce gradually frowned. He thought carefully. The original Shiler was also a natural murderer, so he had the traits that other natural murderers had.

What can make them break their defenses the most is not debating with them and convincing them, but completely ignoring and not caring about them.

The things Arrogance did and the arrangements he made were actually completely ignored by his friends. For him, it was indeed a great blow.

"The negative emotions generated by their failure can inversely shape the personality trait of Sloth, but at the same time, they have gained more powerful strength, which can enhance the strength of personality trait fragments. Just like this, the real Sloth was born."

"And the reason why I said I am Mediocrity and an ordinary person is precisely because, from then on, I have possessed all the traits that ordinary people should have." Shiler also leaned forward, staring into Bruce's eyes and saying:

"For me now, thinking and emotion are like a mystery. I can no longer control that precise machine, shielding what I want to shield and leaving what I want to leave."

"When I do something, I will also feel inexplicable resistance, making me want to give up. After giving up, because I didn't achieve results, I will also think conversely, how good it would be if I hadn't given up at that time."

"At the same time, I have also lost most of the foresight that can be brought about by precise calculation and rational judgment. Simply put, I have lost the ability to take a few hundred turns around a thing, and like an ordinary person, I take one step at a time."

"What is the benefit of this?" Bruce asked, puzzled. "You went to great lengths to turn yourself into a weakling?"

Shiler shook his head helplessly and said, "Did you really listen to what I said before? You feel that ordinary people live harder than you, so they are all weaklings? Is there a possibility that ordinary people are actually much happier than you?"

Shiler was like facing a piece of rotten wood. He had to take a deep breath, stood up, supported his hands on the desktop, looked at Bruce, and said, "I ask you, why do you become stronger?"

"To save the world?" Bruce replied uncertainly.

"Then saving the world, what can you get?"

"I don't want to get anything." Bruce was a little firmer.

"No, you want to get happiness." Shiler looked down at his eyes and said, "Then, why can't I give up the ability to save the world and directly exchange it for happiness?"

Bruce pursed his lips, appearing very disapproving. He raised a question: "If you become an ordinary person, how do you intend to deal with those serial killers who come one after another?"

"I already said, don't imagine ordinary people as fools. As long as there is no special mental illness and the ability does not exceed a certain limit value, they are all considered ordinary people. Is it possible that there are no detectives among ordinary people?"

"Are you sure a detective can take down two serial killers in three nights? Perhaps, even more than two." Bruce looked Shiler up and down and said.

"If your imagination could be as rich as it is now when writing a thesis, that would be great." Shiler rolled his eyes.

After speaking, he stood up, walked to the phone on the cabinet, picked up the receiver, and then dialed. Shiler said to the other side.

"Commissioner Gordon, it's like this. Recently, I learned that a serial killer has targeted me. I hope to get police protection... Oh, is that so? Alright, I'll go to the Cat Getan Police Department to discuss it in detail later."

When Shiler put down the phone, the morning light happened to shine into the room. The paperboy ran past the room door in a flash and threw a brand-new newspaper through the newspaper delivery slot above the cabinet.

Shiler picked up the newspaper that had just been delivered, and while unfolding the newspaper, he walked back to Bruce's side. Bruce pointed at his left hand and said, "You got ink on your hand. Do you really not intend to wear finger cots?"

Shiler closed the newspaper with a "snap", tilted his head, looked at Bruce from above his glasses, and said.

"Hands can be washed if they get dirty... fun fact."