Chapter 1910: U: Beyond the Great Event (36)

Everyone on the swaying bus looks a bit sleepy. Natasha has already fallen asleep, Batman is resting with his eyes half-closed, and Bat-Bane is trying hard to think about what the anomaly just now was, but the more he thinks, the sleepier he gets.

In the control room of Schiller's Tower of Thought, the Superego looks at the mental stability reading chart that is constantly dropping and sighs deeply.

"I suddenly remembered why I didn't let the Morbid out in the first place. When it comes to not cherishing his body, he is probably ten thousand times more arrogant than Arrogance."

The Superego rubs his temples with a headache, flips through the list of personality traits of people who can work, and finally shouts toward the door: "Arrogance! Arrogance! Go to work!"

Arrogance, who is leaning against the railing of the patio outside the door, says unhappily, "I said that hole was fine, but you guys insisted on putting an elevator down there. Now look what happened?"

"If you don't go, I will." Greed opens his mouth, tilts his head, and looks up hard, saying, "I think this bus is not bad. The Magic Academy is just short of a school bus..."

"Arrogance! Go quickly!"

When Schiller opens his eyes again, he finds Batman staring at him.

"Morning, Doctor."

"Morning, Batman."

Schiller looks down and finds he is still wearing the dark brown suit he obtained from the Nihilite Manor. He instinctively frowns. At this moment, Batman hands him a black tie.

Schiller immediately unties the brightly colored tie around his neck. The moment he takes the tie Batman hands him, he pauses.

The tie is too light. Where is the two-pound camera on it?

Schiller looks back at Batman, and Batman answers as if they have a telepathic connection: "All electronic signals of my equipment are interfered with here. All communication equipment and monitoring equipment are unusable."

Schiller says while tying his tie, "I guess someone is watching our game."

"What makes you say that?"

"From the perspective of time, everyone has completed at least one round of the game. Many people who care about the rules will inevitably choose to watch, because the risk is much lower, and they can learn more information."

"Let's talk about the last game first." Batman turns his head back, leans against the back of the chair in a slightly relaxed manner, and only turns his eyeballs to look at Schiller, saying, "You saw through the organizer's intentions from the beginning?"

Schiller also leans against the back of the chair, chatting in a relaxed tone, "No, but I know this is a game with rules, and the Morbid's hobby is breaking all rules."

"This is different from finding loopholes in the game. People who like to drill loopholes in the rules will listen to the rules carefully, understand them, and understand them deeper than others."

"Only then can they find places in the rules that can be utilized to achieve the purpose of drilling loopholes. You can understand this kind of person as a wise man or a strategist, occasionally a conspirator."

"But the Morbid is a performer." Schiller sighs lightly, "You should have discovered it already. He has an extraordinary desire for performance, showing himself at all times. This is the nature of a psychopath."

"Full of charm." Batman says one of the characteristics of a psychopath, and then analyzes, "Usually has strong personal charm and narcissistic personality. When they fully display their charm through external performance, they will instinctively attract many people's attention."

"Many successful people in various fields we know fit the definition of a psychopath." Schiller says calmly, "Especially in the political, business, and military circles, people who are charming and know how to show themselves often succeed more easily."

Schiller turns to look at Batman again and says, "Manipulation, art, hunting, and love are all my instincts. They radiate all this to everyone, bringing them into the abyss of endless chaos."

"Manipulation." Batman recites this word lightly.

He recalls the heart rate of Schiller he has been paying attention to. Now that he thinks about it, the heart rate changes were too regular. No, it was as if it were a monster program set in the game, with the frequency gradually increasing and the difficulty gradually increasing. This was not a coincidence.

"Yes, that is also something I can control." Schiller says as if he has a feeling, "Using every one of my abilities, every part, every move, every word, instinctively manipulating anyone around me—this is the Morbid."

"Very interesting." Batman evaluates, "Have you published any works on this?"

"The research object of psychology cannot be oneself." Schiller shakes his head, "And I don't want to borrow someone else's name."

"This rule is worth changing." Batman closes his eyes lightly and says, "Otherwise they will miss many academic achievements of masters with dissociative identity disorder like you."

"You can rest for a while." Schiller says, "I can tell you about my plan in the last game until you fall asleep."

Batman closes his eyes silently, but Schiller knows he has tacitly agreed.

"From the beginning, I didn't lose control. The danger signal you felt on the bus was something I deliberately released. This is really too simple. By controlling some facial muscle twitches, limb stiffness, and catatonic eyes, I can well restore the appearance of my full aggressiveness at a certain period."

"The hardest person to manipulate among the three is you. Ordinary words and expressions cannot easily move you, so I chose the simplest and most basic physiological performance. From the moment I got off the bus, I was adjusting my heart rate."

"This is a simple psychological principle. If I adjusted my heart rate to the maximum at the beginning, it would bring more shock than pressure."

"I know that no matter what, you will definitely put part of your energy on the murderer reading the rules, and what I have to do is to get as much of your attention as possible."

"When the emotion of surprise outweighs the emotion of tension, I cannot stabilize your attention on me, so it is difficult to manipulate your actions."

"So I chose to gradually increase my heart rate, creating an illusion that I was gradually becoming excited and gradually losing control."

"Sure enough, even when you were listening to the rules, you kept at least half of your attention on me, for fear that I would go crazy. And when I did go crazy, you no longer had the energy to care about what the murderer said."

"This has a benefit, which is that all philosophical propositions in this world need someone to think about them to have the meaning of existence. If no one thinks about them, it is equivalent to not existing. By then, the rules have been completely broken."

"When I rushed to the side of the cage and grabbed the arm of one of the men, it was not just to show my aggressiveness, but to hint to you that these people are not 'ordinary people'."

"And when I approached the boy again but didn't attack him, you should have confirmed this point, because if I acted on instinct, I'm afraid I wouldn't hunt the innocent who have no aggressiveness at all, but would definitely demand the opponent have some ability."

"Thinking from the perspective of the Morbid, the so-called ability is naturally the means of killing. So you can see from the two completely different treatments of the two people that there are murderers and innocent people among this group."

"When the Morbid is manipulating the body, I can almost only see these two types: either he is a mass murderer with hands full of blood, or he has done no evil at all and is completely pure."

"Others are just a group of blurry shadows in my eyes. If you say they mostly kill out of livelihood or resistance, then I really can't see them, because they are just ordinary people."

"Let's talk about the second half." Schiller also closes his eyes, slows down his tone, and says, "I didn't listen to the rules of this murderer at all, but I know it's very boring, and I don't intend to waste any more time."

"But to leave here, I'm afraid I can't use ordinary means, so I thought, if he is really as powerful as he appears, why does he need to set up an arena? If it is really to show the cruelty of human nature, he could just reach out and slap half the people to death to see the ugliest side of humanity."

"From the previous two games, it can also be seen that the murderer seems to be subject to some restrictions and cannot directly act within a certain period of time. However, this is also reasonable. After all, if he directly blocked the bus door, both sides would be very embarrassed."

"So making him reveal flaws, lose control, and actively violate some kind of rule is the best method. I should have mentioned the Batman-Joker aggregation law to you, right?"

"That young bat is far inferior to you. He is easier to deceive, and more importantly, not as strong as you, and easier to overturn."

"Even if he didn't take me to high altitude, I would find a way to entangle with him for a long time until his patience was exhausted, making him develop a trace of real hatred for me."

"With Batman and the Joker fighting fiercely, how can there be no dark clouds and rain in Gotham? When the curse invades here, everything is no longer under the murderer's control."

"I know you want to ask what the thing that popped out was when he was close to killing me. I can only say I hope you never see him."

"He is not scary, just makes people feel disgusted."

Schiller's voice gets lower and lower, and he also falls into a drowsy sleep. The carriage becomes silent.

The spectator area is also very quiet.

Lord Superman's gaze is even more serious.

The problem now is that he originally thought Bruce might just be a rebellious youth who hadn't received a good education, but now he knows that not only did he study under this professor for so many years, but he also graduated successfully. This makes Lord Superman start to suspect the possibility that Bruce is also a psychopath.

So he tentatively asks, "Are you on good terms with your professor?"

"I unilaterally feel it's very good."

"What do you mean by unilaterally feel?"

"It means I submitted over 70 doctoral applications to him, he rejected them over 70 times, and blocked over 100 of my email addresses."

Lord Superman is actually relieved.

"You..." Lord Superman pauses, feeling his way of asking is a bit too aggressive and seems discriminatory, so he changes the way he asks, "Was your professor's mental state okay when he was teaching?"

"His mental state has always been quite good."

"And yours?"

"Occasionally not good, but I take medicine."

Lord Superman is stunned again. He leans forward for the first time to look at Bruce's face and asks, "Take medicine? What medicine do you take?"

"Some psychiatric drugs." Bruce tilts his head to one side and says, "Mainly to relieve mental tension and anxiety, and some sedative drugs."

"So you smoke marijuana?"

"That has nothing to do with this." Bruce coughs twice and says, "I do it to treat headaches."

"Every addict says that." Lord Superman says very dissatisfied, "You know this is harmful and has no benefit."

"Every old-fashioned parent says that. You remind me of Thomas."

"Thomas? Which Thomas?"

"Who else could it be? Of course, my father, Thomas Wayne. When he was in the manor, I was driven crazy by his management. He didn't even allow me to take two steps on the stairs at once."

"He was right, because you would sooner or later... wait, your father?!" ===== CHAPTER 1911 =====