Chapter 1678

Anyone could see the angry flames burning on this girl at this time, even the storm over the Himalayas could not extinguish them, but very few people could understand what she was angry about.

"She lacks empathy."

Bruce tried to make a profile, although he had never received any good scores from Schiller in this regard, but his detective talent made his psychological profiling level more like a flower stuck in cow dung.

"She possesses very typical characteristics of a psychopath—abnormally focused, full of charm, and sufficiently ruthless." Bruce said the three major characteristics of a psychopath, and then judged.

"Also a typical antisocial personality, no ability to love, naturally possesses a tendency to manipulate others, extremely good at deceiving, lying as naturally as flowing water, no guilt, unaffected by universal values, almost no morality, but has a set of behavioral rules of her own."

Constantine secretly glanced at Schiller, and then began to lower his head to find his ten million cracks on the ground. After a while, he secretly glanced at Bruce again, and after a while, he secretly glanced at Pamela again. He now began to seriously think about the possibility of finding a way out in a room full of psychopaths and antisocial personalities.

"If you can tell some of your own understanding outside the definition of the textbook, your professor will be happier." Schiller said.

Bruce fell into thought, began to reproduce the behavioral patterns of Harley he had seen in his mind, then looked for clues from them, and then he said.

"Unlike the narcissism of other psychopaths and antisocial personalities, Harley Quinzel shows a dependent madness. She needs to continuously observe others, and also let others observe herself, or... or let herself have the opportunity to be displayed, so that that kind of madness will be revealed."

"Why is it so contradictory?"

"Coming from..." Bruce dragged a long tone, obviously searching for answers in his brain. There were some thoughtful pauses in his words, but overall it was still smooth.

"No one listens to her." Pamela interrupted Bruce and said very firmly, "Since she was born, suggestions from her crazy wisdom have never been valued. No one can see her. She hopes someone can understand her, not understand Harley Quinzel, but her nature—a monster. She hopes someone is watching her, fully understanding and falling in love with her crazy talent."

"This is another form of narcissism." Bruce said after thinking, "She is willing to give up her emotions in other aspects, including self-esteem and her behavioral rules, to seek a sense of identity, to seek love."

"But this is obviously a natural tragedy. Ordinary people who understand love cannot understand her, and psychopaths and antisocial people like her do not have the ability to love, so she is destined to seek but not get."

Bruce stopped, and Pamela continued, "If she didn't get attention, her kind of madness couldn't be fully released. Similarly, if she wanted to release her madness, she must first seek attention."

"So she opened that book." Strange raised his eyebrows and said, "Is she serious? Opening that book, not to seek power from some mysterious existence, but just to get attention?"

"This will make her extremely excited, and she is obviously the high-functioning group among antisocial personalities. When their brains become active and adrenaline bursts, their wisdom is enough to compensate for any power obtained from external objects, or even surpass it."

Pamela's tone finally had some fluctuations. She said, "That book is a stimulus point she actively found for herself. The fact that other existences are wholeheartedly observing her crimes will make her reach an extremely excited state. This is human madness. I'm afraid it is more like a gift from nature than the actions humans can make under the inducement of certain existences."

Harley's actions on the screen confirmed this.

"I want to find someone who doesn't exist among the students."

Harley tore a page from that "Necronomicon". This was obviously astonishing impiety that anyone could see, but quite unique and a bit strange was that this book didn't seem to mind her impiety. The gray vortex on the paper was just rotating very slowly.

"Your thinking has jumped." A line of text appeared on the surface of the paper and said, "What influenced you?"

"Its behavior told me all the answers." Harley's eyes looked extra bright in the dark corridor, and that white-gold hair shone like a waterfall under the moonlight.

"Obviously, I don't need you to give me the answer now, because the evidence is placed there so obviously."

"Keiko Narita, a fifth-year student, went crazy on the morning of the second day we arrived here and was dragged out of the girls' dormitory corridor; Li Zi'an, a fourth-year student, went crazy in the dormitory on the same night and hurt her roommate; Alidan, a fourth-year student who attacked me, had her eyeball pierced by me and is still lying in the infirmary. Their grade, background, and action trajectory are limited to a very small area, and there must be an intersection point."

"Helen is right, there is an elephant in the room, but it's not that we can't see him, we just deliberately ignored him."

Harley walked down the stairs quickly, without stopping to think about the direction at all, just like this strange school she had only been in contact with for a short time was like the home she had lived in for a long time, every step was very firm.

"We might be dealing with a god, so he has a way to make us not see him, but he couldn't have left no traces, or if he still intends to repeat the old trick and mess up someone's brain, he must show up."

"So before that, I have to find a weapon." Harley said, bypassing the corridor, rushing into the wind and snow of the trestle, and then ran across the pitch-black trestle at an extremely fast speed, coming to another building.

Passing through the canteen that looked ghostly at night, Harley found a boning knife on the shelf on the wall next to the kitchen cutting board that was a bit too big for her size.

Undoubtedly, the food in Kamar-Taj was not created out of thin air by mages. Most of the meat came from livestock raised in the small village at the foot of the mountain. Occasionally, other supplies would be transported through portals, but because the source location would not be too far, there was almost no meat that had undergone civilized slaughter in civilized society. Most of them were finished by butchers.

And considering that there were not many people in this school, the responsibilities of butchers and chefs were not very distinct. In most cases, if meat was needed in today's dishes, the cook would carry a knife to finish off the meat raised in the backyard. No one here had psychological burdens like slaughter ethics.

Harley looked at the knife with an addicted expression. She touched the blade full of blood grooves with her hand and then said, "Sometimes I feel that I can find more resonance in Eastern culture, because their books are full of 'live on'. I read some cruel signals from there."

Harley took a deep breath and stood up, looked at the sky outside, and then said, "Next is to find a way to make this knife able to hurt the person I want it to hurt. Given that the other party is highly likely not an ordinary person, I'm afraid we have to seek help from magic."

"Do you want my power?"

"No." Harley licked her somewhat dry lips. She said, "Borrowing power is not my style. I need some more powerful help, and it must be completely voluntary."

"Who do you think meets your requirements?"

When the boning knife was stuck in the wall less than ten centimeters from Loki's face, Loki had just realized that someone had broken into his room.

An ordinary knife could not cut through the skin of a Frost Giant, but Loki first had to figure out how Harley broke in. He had the habit of setting protective magic on the door.

"Not very difficult." Harley pulled the knife out and said, "Considering they call you the God of Mischief, those ghost drawings on the door are all smokescreens. The real protective magic is on the carpet, and it's the carpet in the door."

"I reached the knife in and tilted the carpet, and the door could open a small crack, just enough for me to squeeze in. I guess you shouldn't have thought that a minor of my size would break into your room."

"I didn't expect you to carry such a knife in your hand." Loki, wearing a bathrobe, poured himself a glass of water from the kettle on the bedside table unhurriedly and said, "Miss, what on earth is the matter with you?"

"I need a little power."

Loki turned his head to look at Harley. Harley fiddled with the knife in her hand and said, "I'm going to kill an elephant. He is in the room now, but ordinary people can't see him, or can see him but don't realize he is an elephant. Can you put some magic on this knife that can pierce the disguise?"

"Are you crazy? Miss?" Loki didn't understand her long string of thinking jumps at all.

"You are a god, aren't you?"

Loki opened his mouth and said, "I'm afraid it's a bit different from the kind you imagined. Asgardians are just powerful aliens. We don't borrow power like Demon Gods in the universe."

"Then help me find someone who can borrow power."

"Don't you think you are a bit..."

With a "swish", Harley stuck the knife on the bed board again. She said, "Your daughter Helen, she has an astonishing learning talent."

Loki stared at Harley's face, not understanding why her thinking jumped here again. He could clearly see the girl's wisdom and her current excitement, as well as a very unusual calm madness.

"I can feel that she is absorbing my wisdom, but if she continues like this, she will inevitably absorb my darkness and madness. Do you want her to do this?"

"Are you using her to threaten me?"

"I am just providing you with some necessary assistance. My meaning is that you help me find some power, and I will send everything here..." Harley pointed to her temple with one finger, "Everything here, including the things that make me present this state now, to her. Believe me, this will be the trump card that makes her produce rational judgment in some tragic disaster."

Loki's green eyes stared fixedly at Harley, seemingly thinking about whether this deal was worth it, but perhaps related to Helen, he still opened his mouth and said, "Can I assume that you have some hallucinations? I don't think there is anything in this school that can hide from my eyes. I am the real master of illusion."

"What if it's a powerful god?"

"There is a magic defense network, they can't get in."

"Any defense network has loopholes."

Loki understood that he couldn't persuade this crazy girl, but his heart moved, and he said, "I can help you borrow power. This power might be a bit special, but I believe it is powerful enough to help you see through certain illusions."

"What is that?"

"Chthon, and his Chaos Magic."