Chapter 2568

Although Schiller knew that long-lived people in the comic world, apart from having a setting of living for tens of thousands of years, were no different from ordinary human old men—the most typical being Savage, the great monarch who lived for so many generations still having back-and-forth fights with this group of brats, the Teen Titans.

But the reaction of the old man who got Sivana over there was still abnormal, because he didn't look like an ordinary human old man; he looked like a crazy human old man.

Although most people's emotions will fluctuate occasionally, the overall operating law of emotions is traceable. Not to mention happiness leading to laughter and sadness leading to tears, emotions like anger and resentment, which are further from instinct and closer to logic, also have their own laws.

Human anger cannot be generated for no reason. Just like when a person is angry, there must always be a point of anger.

And this old man's reaction didn't look like anger; it looked more like a mixture of fear, anger, and resentment. In short, he was broken.

Using "He's anxious, he's anxious" to describe the background color of the sentence "you are never worthy" couldn't be more appropriate.

"If he were defining that you cannot inherit his power, he wouldn't say you are not worthy, but only say you cannot." Schiller looked at Sivana and said, "Of course, you might feel that he hates evil as much as he hates his enemies, and seeing a bad kid like you with no morality makes him angry, so he would say you are not worthy."

"But he said 'you are never worthy.' Is this a rational judgment? Clearly not. Any rational judgment cannot add the word 'forever,' because the more rational one is, the clearer one is that nothing is forever."

"Looking at it from another angle, a mother praising a child 'you are always the best'—how could that be a rational conclusion? Since 'forever' is added, this sentence can be completely understood as pure emotional output."

"The emotions he outputted were clearly greater than the things he encountered." Schiller said, "Suppose he brought tens of thousands of children here, and the last one still didn't work, then he indeed has a reason to be angry. Or you weren't brought in by him, but broke in yourself, then he indeed should be angry."

"But the problem is he picked for a long time and only picked you, and he was the one who took the initiative to bring you in. You failed, and it's not like he couldn't bring in another one. Then what right does he have to be so angry?"

Sivana began to think, and then said, "You said it was because of fear."

"Of course. An obvious truth: you are a kid who just came, but the Eye of the Seven Deadly Sins couldn't have been placed in front of that old man on the first day. Do you think he hasn't messed with this thing?"

Sivana seemed to understand a bit, and said, "So he didn't figure out the Eye of the Seven Deadly Sins at all."

"If he could figure it out, you wouldn't have seen him there." Schiller said, "I guess he squatted in that kind of corner because he couldn't do anything about the Eye of the Seven Deadly Sins, and he also knew this thing wouldn't let him go, so he dragged this thing to sit in jail together."

Sivana suddenly wanted to laugh a bit. He tried to purse his lips and said, "So the fact is actually that tens of thousands of years have passed, and he couldn't do anything about this thing. It was just that I went to touch it, and the other party wanted to go with me, so he was so angry."

"There is a part of that reason, but it's more likely he knew the Eye of the Seven Deadly Sins liked you, and you would eventually be able to take it away. And when you took it away, you wouldn't let him go. In short, you threatened him."

Sivana nodded knowingly and said, "That's true. Eventually, I still went to the Rock of Eternity, took away the Eye of the Seven Deadly Sins, and gave him a hard hit."

"Isn't that right?" Schiller smiled, broke the finger biscuit, and said, "I said, his inexplicable anger that far exceeded common sense came from fear. He was afraid of you."

"When a person is both afraid and has no way, they can only use extremely vicious vocabulary, wanting to suppress you in words and stimulate you in spirit."

"But unfortunately, I still let him succeed." Sivana sighed and said, "If only I could have realized these things back then."

Suddenly he looked up at Schiller and said, "Did you meet people like this when you were a child? Professor... oh, look at me, you weren't a psychologist since you were a child either. Never mind."

Schiller maintained a smile and said, "If it were me when I was a child, what I would usually do wouldn't be analysis."

Sivana didn't understand what Schiller meant. He just said, "Now it seems that guy is also a bit pitiful. Forget it, let's not talk about him. Let's talk about the Cat Getan Magic Academy. Can you give me a simple introduction?"

"Originally, our itinerary after eating was to visit the Magic Academy, but unfortunately, something happened to Commissioner Gordon, so I'm afraid we have to go take a look first."

"Then let's go. I took a day off today, and I have plenty of time." Sivana touched his chin and said, "I don't know about the Magic Academy, but being a principal is indeed quite interesting. At least this group of teachers and professors is much smarter than the company's shareholders and department heads."

The two finished their meal quickly and drove to the Cat Getan Police Department. As soon as they entered, Schiller was stunned. Clay and several other police officers were cleaning up things hanging on the beams.

Schiller walked over and took a look. It was Clay, his features were no different, and his figure and temperament were also the same.

Seeing a ghost in broad daylight? Schiller thought, even if it was a corpse coming back to life, after being shot in the head, it would have to rest in the coffin for two days. Is it a bit exaggerated to return to work the next day?

Sivana was also shocked, but Schiller signaled him to put away his shocked expression. He stood next to the ladder, looked up, and said, "Hey, Officer, hello. What are you doing?"

"I heard that a damn serial killer hung a corpse here last night. I'm cleaning up the mess. Who are you looking for?"

"Commissioner Gordon asked me to come over. Is he in his office now?"

"Of course, turn left after the elevator on the third floor."

"Thank you."

Schiller came to Gordon's office. Gordon was looking at picture materials. Seeing Schiller come, he raised his eyes and said, "You saw him. Is there a problem?"

Schiller shook his head and said, "I didn't see any problem. Is the corpse still in its original place?"

"Yes, I'm looking at the autopsy report."

"Did you see any problems?"

Gordon also shook his head.

"Looks like a clone." Schiller said, "What about his memory? Where did it stop?"

"It was yesterday, but all memories related to the case that caused his death were erased, including yours."

"That's really strange." Schiller exclaimed, "The agent department is finally a bit smarter, knowing they can't afford to die living people, so clone agents are much cheaper."

"Speaking of which, that police officer academy in Metropolis also has some problems. After I went, I found that the number of trainees was pitifully small, and there was no need to make such a big fuss."

"Perhaps there are more invisible listeners."

Gordon rubbed his arms and complained, "When can they stop this superstitious behavior? What did Cat Getan do to provoke them?"

As soon as this was said, Gordon himself couldn't hold it back. Thinking of the losses the FBI suffered in this city back then, it wasn't strange that they would do this kind of thing.

"Do you think it's the FBI?" Schiller asked.

Gordon was startled again. He sighed and said, "Can you not use mind reading? This is too scary!"

"I already said it's not mind reading, but I don't think this is the ghost of the FBI, or rather, it's not just them."

"But they do have the motive..."

"Do you think they have this level?"

Gordon opened his mouth to speak, but he thought about it carefully, fully recalled it, and finally shook his head and said, "If they could produce clones, they wouldn't have just stuffed these people in now. Is it the CIA?"

"Do you think the CIA has time now?"

Gordon tilted his head back slightly. He had forgotten about this. Now the CIA couldn't be said to be "butt on fire"; it was "butt on fire," and now it had burned to the eyebrows.

Since the economic crisis, the international situation hadn't stopped. To summarize in one sentence—everyone was pulling hair from the White-Headed Eagle.

The CIA didn't have time to stir up trouble in Cat Getan. If it wasn't the FBI or the CIA, then who would it be?

"I have 80% certainty." Schiller suddenly said, "This will have something to do with a stupid girl."

"Amanda?"

"Although she counts as a stupid person in Cat Getan, she is uniquely smart in the entire agent world." Schiller evaluated, "Among them, she even counts as the kind of person with a sharp mind and quite a bit of creativity. The idea of clones is quite novel."

"Do you plan to go talk to her?" Gordon used a question, but what he wanted to express was "You'd better go talk to her."

"I think the two around you might just be test products." Schiller thought and said, "Don't you think their personality modules aren't perfect? A bit like repeaters."

"Oh, right, aren't you good at mind reading? You didn't even read it out."

"I'll say it again, I don't know mind reading." Schiller emphasized.

Gordon clearly didn't believe his nonsense. He recalled Clay's behavior and said, "He's a bit like a game character who repeatedly attempts to complete a mission goal. That is, the start and end points are drawn, and he only attempts to reach them by the shortest path."

"Then what do you think his end point is?"

"Probably you. I mean, you types of serial killers. It seems his purpose is to annoy you to death."

Schiller suddenly revealed a thoughtful expression. Gordon looked at him with inquiring eyes. Schiller hesitated for a moment and still said, "I'm thinking about the possibility of Amanda becoming smarter."

Gordon laughed and said, "Looks like she successfully annoyed you."

"This trick is despicable, but it's somewhat useful." Schiller said, "I really can't accept hundreds of clone agents surrounding my house."

Gordon laughed wildly and said, "Looks like this stupid girl finally found the weakness of you serial killers. As long as there are enough people, you can't kill them all."

Schiller glanced at him angrily, but had to admit he was right. Serial killers like Jonathan and Valentine all had artistic pursuits. It might take a year or longer to concoct a work, but it didn't mean they could tolerate someone shitting on their heads.

As long as this group of agents constantly provokes them, they could completely occupy the victim quota, and even make them tired until their hands cramp.

Amanda summarized the best way to deal with this group of serial killers—human sea tactics.

More importantly, this was a terrifying spiritual blow—Gordon just shot Clay yesterday, and Clay appeared in the police station again today, which meant his death and the works themed around his death were meaningless.

Schiller pondered for a long time, looked at Sivana, and said, "Let's go, let's go to the Cat Getan Magic Academy first."