Chapter 2228

"How could you..."

The Green still couldn't understand. Schiller and Barbatos are working together? But why? What does Barbatos have that would attract him?

The Green suppressed his thoughts first. He knew very well: regardless of the future, he had to clear up the current situation first. He wouldn't take the fall for this.

At his level, he could also understand the trends of major events in the universe. For example, he had heard of the opening of Battleworld. This was a major event spanning several universes, or even beyond the world, and the participants included avatars from various universes.

If Pamela from this universe ran out and said that The Green was the source of all evil, would his reputation still exist? Would the reputation of plants still exist?

The Green couldn't care less what this lunatic Schiller was trying to do. He told Schiller to hurry up and wake Pamela to clear this matter up.

The Green had just checked the records. Schiller's hypnosis couldn't be called adding oil and vinegar; it was more like making a whole feast of dumplings for a tiny bit of vinegar.

Pamela's background was a bit bumpy, but it had nothing to do with any cult or magic. Her parents were indeed just victims of a mob vendetta. They had swallowed too much money while laundering it for others and refused to spit it out. To get the money back, others chased them to Chicago. Her parents were stubborn and refused to hand over the money, and the result was, of course, similar to two gunshots in an alley.

Pamela's adoptive mother was indeed a bit crazy, but she was completely unrequited in her feelings for that man at the time. The so-called pregnancy preparation and hormonal influence were actually her forcing herself to undergo IVF when she wasn't of childbearing age, leading to a cliff-like decline in both physical and mental states. Finally, the child couldn't be saved, her mentality completely collapsed, and she became hated by everyone.

As for those two pseudo-murder cases, there was a simple answer that made one want to cry and laugh at the same time.

In the childhood incident, Pamela did indeed witness a death, but it was her biological father who blew someone apart with a shotgun.

Worried about leaving psychological trauma on his daughter, her biological father took her to see a psychologist to fade the memory. Coupled with her young age at the time, Pamela basically couldn't remember it.

In the later incident, Pamela did indeed kill the man closest to her, but it was more like she used him as a human shield to block the knife of his legal wife. However, in the struggle between the three, Pamela was pushed against the bedpost, and her neck hit the railing, causing a brief fainting spell. After waking up, the couple, who had stabbed each other, both died from excessive blood loss.

And it was normal for the adoptive mother's biological daughter to show up later. Flowers don't bloom for a hundred days, and people have their low points. After someone who has been glorious falls to the bottom, they will definitely try every means to grab every straw. Cat Getan is so hot right now that every monster and demon wants to come up and rub against it. Coming over to slander Pamela, besides being able to split her previous compensation, might even make her popular again.

Although unfortunate, it wasn't impossible to happen. After all, one tragedy easily leads to a series of subsequent tragedies. If one must blame a mastermind, it could probably be blamed on the Court of Owls. After all, the cause of the incident was Cat Getan's mob struggle. If Cat Getan weren't so rotten, wouldn't this have happened?

That's why The Green especially couldn't take this blame. This wasn't his business scope at all. Taking a step back, if it's a man-made disaster, you should go find The Red—what does it have to do with me!

Facing The Green's demand, Schiller shook his head and said, "No, she can't wake up right now."

"Why?"

"I drugged her."

The Green didn't even know what to say.

"Don't misunderstand, this is one of the standard procedures for hypnosis. It requires the patient's cooperation, and it also requires drug assistance."

Schiller picked up the cup he used to feed Pamela water, walked to the window, opened it, poured out the remaining water, looked up at The Green, and said, "You'd better take back your vines. Even if you forcibly wake her up now, who do you think she will believe?"

The Green had truly learned what it meant to be despicable. It was hard to imagine that a person could do this. He actually had the nerve to mention the ugliness of human nature?!

"Then let's talk about how you are going to compensate Miss Pamela." Schiller spread his folded hands lightly, lowered his eyes, and then said, "If you are willing to take responsibility for this, perhaps I can also help this poor young lady with psychological rehabilitation."

The Green really wanted to ask what he had done to be responsible, but he could see that the man in front of him had no bottom line at all.

Pamela is his student. Hypnotizing his own student, drugging her, and forcibly implanting traumatic memories—this can no longer be called a violation of teacher ethics; it's a bit anthropomorphic.

"What exactly do you want to do?" The Green asked.

"I said you have to compensate her."

"What compensation do you want?"

"It's her."

The Green became even more confused. He looked at Schiller, and then he heard Schiller say.

"Pamela's problem is not psychological, but in her brain. She suffers from an extremely rare brain dysfunction."

"The specific manifestations are relatively weak emotional responses, catatonia in facial expressions and body language, and the resulting long-term depression, as well as uncontrollable excitement after being stimulated. Pathologically, it is similar to schizophrenia, and psychologically, it is similar to bipolar disorder."

"So?"

"Cure her."

"Huh?"

The Green froze.

"Aren't you a psychologist?!"

"Strictly speaking, I am not."

"But you are a psychology expert."

"Otherwise, are you?"

"Then why don't you cure her?"

"This belongs to the category of brain science."

"Then go find a brain science expert!"

"But it is also affected by psychological problems."

"Then you cure her!!"

"Brain science is not my field; I can't cure it."

"Then you..."

The Green was about to choke himself to death.

He felt he couldn't talk to Schiller anymore, otherwise, it would be easy to make himself bald with anger. So he looked at Schiller and asked, "How to cure it?"

"If I knew, would I still be looking for you?"

"Haven't you cured it before?"

"I told you, I'm not a brain scientist."

"Then how do you usually cure it?"

"Usually, it can't be cured. Humans have no way to completely solve brain dysfunction so far. Otherwise, would I still be looking for you?"

The Green held his breath.

"But I am in charge of plants."

"But she is your avatar."

"But she is a human! Plant will cannot cure human diseases!"

"Then I can go find The Red."

"You come back!... You tell me first what brain dysfunction is..."

"In fact, I did feel many emotions I had never experienced before bursting out at that moment, but there was no abnormal excitement exceeding the stimulation threshold. It felt great, but it wasn't crazy..."

Pamela, wearing a dress, sat on a single sofa, her face still masking a sense of aftertaste. She said, "Talia is a good bed partner. She will take a more mature attitude to deal with your requests, and usually won't refuse directly. I appreciate that."

After Pamela raised her arms slightly to draw a circle, she supported her knees with both hands, sighed, and said, "Before this, I never thought the world of normal people was like this. It's so colorful."

"And it seems you want to make it even more colorful." Schiller said with a smile.

Pamela showed a smile and said, "Of course, the world should always change because of me, shouldn't it?"

"But I must remind you out of complete impartiality that even if you feel very novel about the intense emotions you've regained and want to try a few more times, it's best to be moderate, for the sake of your body."

"Then now it's time to answer my question, right?" Pamela stared at Schiller and said, "What exactly is the treatment process? Why can't I remember anything?"

Pamela felt she definitely saw a slightly embarrassed expression on Schiller's face, but in the next second, his personality switched.

The vines climbed onto Schiller's shoulder along the back of the chair. Schiller looked back at the vines slightly again, then fixed his gaze on Pamela.

"I want him not to run away." Pamela said, hugging her arms, "Why is he in such a hurry to leave whenever this matter is mentioned?"

Unexpectedly, Schiller was silent.

Pamela was even more confused, but at this moment she heard Schiller say, "Miss, some things don't need to be pursued to the bottom."

Pamela looked at him with inquiring eyes.

"I'm afraid I have to admit that for this extremely rare condition, hypnotic therapy is necessary." Schiller sighed lightly and said, "But I must also tell you that there is great controversy in the industry regarding this therapy. I presume you have heard of certain scandals."

"So for a professor, this is a high-stakes gamble. Once you come forward to accuse him, the direction of public opinion might not be very friendly."

"Why would I accuse him?" Pamela raised one eyebrow and said, "He cured me. His treatment makes me feel very good. The thing that kept chasing me down is gone. I feel unprecedentedly relaxed."

"Yes." Schiller rested one hand on the other, tapping his hand lightly with his fingers, and said, "We cannot deny the efficacy, but if you knew how fragile and helpless you were during this process, and that the therapist could turn into a perpetrator at any time, perhaps it cannot be generalized by efficacy alone."

"Are you saying conspiracy theorists will amplify the effects of hypnosis?"

"For others, it might be an amplification."

Schiller pointed out very subtly, "I'm afraid you wouldn't want to remember this process yourself, because digging up certain painful memories again is not easy. I understand perfectly."

"Did I perform very badly? Emotional breakdown?"

"Sharp teeth and claws."

Pamela said in disbelief, "I cursed?!"

Schiller took a light breath, pretended to deliberate for a moment, and then said, "Compared to foul language, I prefer to call it Cat Getan profanity."

Pamela gasped.

"God!!!" Pamela widened her eyes and covered her mouth, saying, "I didn't curse at Professor Schiller, did I?!!"

"I am glad you didn't." Schiller's words made Pamela breathe a sigh of relief.

"But in your rage, you took some terrible restrictive measures based on vines against this innocent professor."

"Cough cough cough cough..."

Pamela looked like she was about to cough her lungs out. She hurriedly grabbed her handbag, pushed the single sofa back to its original position when she stood up, and gave Schiller a smile that didn't reach her eyes.

"It's getting late, I'll go change my clothes first. By the way, I've switched to a floral perfume recently—it's the scent that you, especially that professor, can't stand the most."

Pamela walked out quickly. Before leaving, she blocked the door that was about to close with one hand and poked her head in to say.

"By the way, the nozzle of my perfume bottle is broken, I'm afraid it's hard to control the dosage. For the sake of your olfactory system, please keep a safe distance of more than 15 meters from me recently, pay attention to ventilation, thank you! Goodbye!"

Schiller watched her leave with a smile. Finally, only a low mutter remained in the room.

"How does that saying go..."