Chapter 1688

"Those with physical abnormalities can usually realize their abnormality based on the evaluations of people around them, and their condition can usually be improved through patient psychological counseling, changes in the external environment, and understanding from the group. But the most dangerous thing about those with psychological abnormalities is that they usually don't think they are abnormal."

Charles's voice echoed slowly in the room.

"They see this as unique, even a gift, believing that they see more and further than ordinary people, thereby cultivating a unique narcissistic complex. This may make them arrogant, but it may also make them firmer, more focused, and undisturbed by messy factors than ordinary people."

"They observe the world from a special perspective and formulate their own code of conduct. Anything else will not be an obstacle for them to achieve their goals. Because of this extremely firm belief, they can often do difficult things that ordinary people cannot imagine."

"Although we don't think some of the crazy acts of those with psychological abnormalities are reasonable and legal, it is undeniable that they have passion and love, and sometimes amazing creativity. If you appreciate their works from an objective perspective, the beauty brought by this moral disorder should be classified into the category of art."

Charles's voice was gentle and slow, as if lecturing in a classroom, but when his voice merged with Schiller's, it became more vivid.

"Psychopathy is not the isolated and eccentric recluse that people traditionally think, but usually successful people such as extremely charming scholars, artists, speakers, writers, etc. Their unique perspective on observing the world will bring stronger impact to their works."

"They not only have the ability to socialize normally, but may also attract many people's attention in the process and win the favor of most people. The lunatics in Cat Getan are also like this. They are not beasts breaking into the banquet hall, but the hosts of the banquet and the most charming guests."

The lunatics in Arkham Asylum on the screen began to act, and then everyone discovered that their efficiency was high, their behavior was tacit, and their attitude was united, without a trace of the shadow of a monster.

They kept in touch frequently, could describe the key points in simple language when discussing anything, actively listened to the suggestions of their companions while maintaining their own opinions, appreciated others' strengths and affirmed others' contributions, faced their own shortcomings squarely, and did not shirk responsibility if there were mistakes.

And self-esteem and moral sense were not their obstacles at all. In the process of remote negotiation with Amanda, facing the spicy language of this agent boss and the belittling deliberately carried out for bargaining, no one jumped out and said, "I won't do it, I'm going to chop her into ten thousand pieces now."

It could be seen that they were not not angry, just the almost ruthless self-control made them not pay attention to any trivial details before the goal was achieved, which made Amanda's plan completely fail.

She originally intended to use words to provoke the relationship between these lunatics, and then gather a few that could be used, not all of them. But now they were united, and they were neither easy to drive nor cheap, so Amanda was in a dilemma.

Nick pressed his chin with his thumb, looked at the negotiation scene on the screen, and said with some emotion: "If they were in our universe, S. H. I. E. L. D. would also be happy to recruit them. No moral burden—handy at doing dirty work; know their positioning and can understand the situation—very measured in doing things; low material desire—won't open a sky-high price to make my meat hurt."

"But what they pursue may be far below the requirements of social moral bottom line." Charles kindly reminded.

"I won't be stingy with praise for the works they create."

"What if the price is the lives of ordinary people?"

"I am also an ordinary person. They can kill me and then I can be resurrected. I think I can also talk to Mephisto about conditions, regularly resurrect some souls suffering in the abyss of hell, and let them kill them again. Being killed once reduces the sentence by a hundred years. Believe me, the applicants can trample Mephisto's threshold. After all, falling into the hands of a murderer and sadist is better than suffering in hell."

Charles was speechless. Nick shrugged and said, "If you ask me, the most incompetent thing about this FBI agent named Amanda is that she wants the horse to run but doesn't want the horse to eat grass. She always feels that she can use force to make both sides suffer, and solve two goals at once."

"This time is the same. She wants to drive the lunatics to catch the handle of Wei En Enterprises, and wants this group of lunatics to be solved by Wei En Enterprises, so that she can further control this city."

Nick shook his head and said, "But not everyone is a lunatic like Schiller, who is born with the talent to string together countless goals with countless lines and then push them lightly to make all goals achieved at the right time. This requires precisely the focus that you mentioned before, which is not troubled by worldly thoughts, and a kind of inspired creativity."

"Amanda's mistake is that she doesn't have the talent of this group of lunatics, but she despises them and even feels that she can control them."

"We usually divide people into three categories." Schiller sat back on his single sofa, leaned forward, supported his forearms on his knees, and said in a very typical storyteller posture.

"Ordinary people walking on the ground, residents in the abyss, and people standing on the surface gazing at the abyss. The latter two represent madness and those who understand madness, but Amanda is the former."

"When she looks down, she can't see the existence of the abyss. She can't understand the world of psychopaths, can't empathize with them, can't look at problems from their perspective. For ordinary people, this is a rare happiness, because making contact with a lunatic's brain is usually not a good thing."

"The code of conduct of psychopaths only applies to themselves. In the understanding of ordinary people, this is extremely evil and unbearable. It is a good thing not to feel it. Those who gaze at the abyss are also often unfortunate enough to fall because they are too close to the abyss."

"But Amanda's biggest mistake is that someone told her there was an abyss there. She looked down and didn't see it, so she said, 'There is nothing to see there either. As long as I stand high enough, I will definitely not fall down.'"

"This is a very dangerous credulity. No one should feel that they can withdraw their gaze from the abyss. When you gaze at the abyss, the abyss is also gazing at you."

Schiller's gaze fell on Constantine's face. When Constantine woke up from his focused listening posture, he broke into a cold sweat instantly. He found that he had listened in, and gradually began to understand.

Turning his head to look at the screen again, he found that he gradually began to glimpse the tip of the huge iceberg beneath the calm sea.

"We help you find the criminal evidence of Wei En Enterprises, and you must find a way to clear up the chaos in Cat Getan City, and then mediate from it, so that Cat Getan can return to its former appearance. This is our final offer."

Scarecrow stood up from the chair, Hugo followed closely, looked at Amanda's ugly face on the screen, and said, "If you can't do it, we will sit here and wait for the war to stop by itself."

"If you don't reach out during the chaos, do you want to wait until the situation is completely stable before doing futile work?" The woman manipulating the doll said coldly, "If it weren't for the fact that we lost the best time to act, you wouldn't even get this opportunity to cooperate with us."

"The negotiation ends here." Harley Quinn put her hands on the table and shook her head, saying, "You know we won't change our minds. If we don't see the FBI helicopter tomorrow morning, the deal is off, understand?"

"But if the agent can get into Cat Getan, why would I let you collect evidence?!" Amanda slammed the table and said, "That group of crazy Gothamites is almost throwing missiles at their own people. Our planes will be shot down!"

"That's your business." Harley Quinn shrugged indifferently and said, "Maybe you can try to land on the beach. We just want the result."

With a "pop," the projection was hung up. As the main perspective, Harley didn't speak the whole time because her state was really too bad. That morbid excitement seriously affected her judgment. She was full of killing, killing, killing now.

After the meeting, the strange-looking lunatics all walked to their wards. Harley also followed and walked out swaying. Harley Quinn touched her head and said, "If this continues, your smart little brain will be burnt. Is the Joker in your universe so powerful? You haven't recovered from looking at him until now?"

Harley Quinn pressed Harley's shoulders with both hands and said, "Okay, dear, you are the most interesting thing I have found recently, but you can't just die like this. Let's go, I'll take you to find Little Green. She should be able to get some biological agents to calm you down."

Just as Harley Quinn was taking Harley out, in the S. H. I. E. L. D. office, everyone was discussing.

"I heard them say that the city is in a mess. Who is fighting?" Coulson asked.

"I heard it's a gang." Natasha shook her head and said, "It's probably like Hell's Kitchen. There are gang fights every three days."

"They actually dare to hit the FBI helicopter?"

"Maybe the gangs in this universe have more sufficient firepower."

When the picture on the screen changed with Harley's actions and arrived outside the gate of Arkham Asylum, the people in front of the screen saw the full picture of the situation in the city for the first time.

And then they cursed the dirtiest word they could curse again.

Half of the city had been beaten into ruins.

At least half of Cat Getan's high-rise skyline had collapsed. Now the scene on the horizon looked like it had been gnawed by a dog. This piece was missing, that piece was missing. All the buildings within sight had either collapsed or were smoking. The streets in the distance were like setting off fireworks, da-da-da, whoosh-whoosh-whoosh, bang-bang-bang, and it couldn't be quiet for a second.

So why couldn't the head of the dignified FBI field agents get into this city—

Is this a gang fight? Is an alien invasion just like this?!!

Nick's mouth opened and closed, and after being stunned for a while, he pointed at the screen and said.

"I think we should really discuss, what is the probability of a war between the US in parallel universes?"