Chapter 2973: Green Trees Shade the Long Summer Days (Part 18)

The point where this group of people is harder to deal with than serial killers is that serial killers are criminals. Even if the rules cannot constrain them, they can eventually be sanctioned by law. In terms of morality, they can stand firmly. The only difference is the force value.

This is also why the Cat Getan Police Department can almost walk sideways in Cat Getan after upgrading its equipment. No matter how powerful the gangs are, they are just a group of criminals. I don't need to find any other reason to crack down on you. It is my natural duty. Justice is the best reason to be famous.

But it is very complicated to involve interest struggles. There is no justice in this. Two companies fight for interests. The police can naturally catch whoever breaks the law. But what if neither side breaks the law? What if both sides harm others without breaking the law?

In this case, who should the police stop? Stopping one side is equivalent to favoring the other. Once justice is lost, the good days of the police will come to an end.

For Schiller, it is the same. His bottom line is actually not to disturb his life. If he has to add one more, it is not to harm Cat Getan University, and it is best not to harm Cat Getan.

His original intention to investigate this matter was also from Edward's mouth that someone was harming students. He worried that this might affect the student source of Cat Getan University. Although local students lack discipline, they are indeed gifted. What if the murderer kills a future genius in psychology?

But investigating to this step, Schiller and Pamela both found that the murderer was unlikely to be a serial killer out of hobby. Of course, it might involve hobbies, but it was not the fundamental purpose. Someone wanted to gain something through this series of cases.

Once the motivation is no longer pure, the things involved will be many. If there are huge interests behind it, they will definitely clear the variables in the plan at all costs.

The means they adopt will not just be sending killers, but more likely to be property destruction, work interference, public opinion smearing, surveillance and harassment, and even more low-down tricks. In order to protect their vested interests, they are unscrupulous.

Since Schiller's bottom line is not to let others disturb his life, then investigating to this step should stop. Otherwise, these emerging means, even if they can't really kill him, can at least make him annoyed. Pamela was precisely reminding him of this point.

Pamela is a genuine superpower, but mentioning those environmentalists who pester her is still gnashing her teeth, which shows that she has suffered a lot in their hands.

In the final analysis, two fists are no match for four hands. One person has no way to fight against interest groups. It has been like this throughout history. Even those few strongest carbon-based organisms in history have times of compromise, right?

Returning to the office, Constantine didn't know where he had gone. Brand was clearly still staying up late to correct papers. From his expression, it could be seen that the interns in his hands were acting as outlaws again.

Seeing Schiller sitting on the sofa cutting cigars, Brand frowned and said, "If you want to smoke, go out and smoke."

Schiller didn't say anything either, packed up the things on the table and wanted to leave. Brand called him, put down the things in his hand and sat over, saying, "What's wrong with you again?"

Then he muttered to himself, "Are you a psychologist or am I a psychologist? Why is it me who coaxes you every time?"

"You call this behavior 'coaxing'? Is this the reason why you didn't choose psychology but became a pathologist?" Schiller retorted mercilessly.

But there is clearly no better psychologist in the world than Nyarlathotep. He doesn't even need to ask the patient to figure out the ins and outs of the matter.

Brand paused slightly and opened his mouth to say, "You are a person who doesn't like to cause trouble, unless trouble comes to provoke you. This time, in order to vent your emotions, you took the initiative to provoke some trouble, but didn't expect this trouble to be more troublesome than you imagined."

Schiller silently cut the cigar in his hand. After a while, he opened his mouth and said, "These things have nothing to do with me. Even if I stay out of it now, no one can say anything."

"Your entanglement lies in that you know you don't have the good and evil views of ordinary people. Your interference in everything is just out of interest. We two are the same."

"But the difference between you and me is that you want to be an ordinary person, and the ordinary people you love most follow very simple values."

"But I am not a hero."

"Yes, so you are sitting here entangled, rather than going to fight crime at full speed. You don't want to be disturbed, but you want to be an ordinary person with normal concepts."

"What is your view?"

"I think you can go and try. Anyway, your fault tolerance rate is ultimately much larger than that of ordinary people."

"The Gray Mist is not by my side now."

"I'm not referring to this," Brand drank water and said. "You have never realized that some people surround you not because of how much reward you gave them, but just because you have charm. They are willing to pay the price to protect and help you."

"Should this be?"

"There is nothing that should or shouldn't be, because the society of ordinary people also operates like this. Following a leader full of charm to complete their own career, realizing self-worth, in this process, both receiving praise and praising others, both being loved by others and loving others. Or do you think ordinary people have no charm?"

"Of course not. Even when comparing among their own kind, some are exceptionally outstanding and worth following."

"Since this is the case, you can let go and do it, because if things don't go smoothly, it's not you alone who is bearing the price."

"I don't want others to bear the price for me."

"But they are very willing, even feeling honored, and looking forward to you helping them like this one day after they help you."

"Even if they don't help me, I will..."

"That will make them feel guilty, panicked, because they always think you are a person, not some natural phenomenon. The difference between the two is that the time and energy of people are limited. Helping others will always delay themselves to some extent, but gods won't. Gods are omniscient and omnipotent. Helping people more won't harm themselves."

"So, if one day they accept it with peace of mind, get used to it, and no longer want to make changes, it proves that they treat you as a god. And if they are always worried, wanting to give back because of worry, it is precisely because they treat you as an ordinary person."

"I take back what I said before. Don't you consider transferring to psychology halfway?"

"And then like you, being angered to death by students?"

"Aren't you being angered to death by students now?"

"My students are vegetable, but they won't be hard-mouthed, and they won't be so persistent," Brand hummed.

"But they still have to delay graduation," Schiller said.

Brand's face became even uglier. Clearly, some paper paragraphs that had not been polluted by knowledge appeared in his mind. It was only Outer Gods who polluted humans with knowledge. Now it was good, humans began to pollute Outer Gods with nonsensical papers. Is there any justice in this?

However, Schiller's mood was clearly much better. He put the cigar he had just cut back into the box, clearly not intending to smoke it. He thought for a while and said, "I think I can give Edward a hypnosis treatment. I admit I want to learn more through this treatment, but I guarantee that this treatment will have a positive impact on him."

"You want to make up your mind," Brand saw through his thoughts and said. "You want to know how bad that thing was back then, and whether it is worth your big trouble."

"I am not a street hero," Schiller shook his head and said. "If it's just school bullying, it's not my turn to manage it. My problems are enough."

"Alright, I can help you arrange it, but I think you'd better go see a psychologist to ensure your mental state is normal."

"Do you need the evaluation result?"

"This time I don't need it, but if there is an accident, I will kick you out and go to Cat Getan University to complain about you."

Schiller raised his hands slightly, indicating surrender. He stood up and said, "Is Cobblepot in his mother's ward now? I need him to contact Edward and make preparations for the hypnosis treatment. In addition, I need an assistant."

"He has always been in the ward, you can go directly to him, but the assistant you brought..."

"Of course not a medical-related major, otherwise I wouldn't need to tell you specifically. It's a little girl, used to ensure my own safety."

Brand frowned slightly and said, "Do you think the situation has become so severe?"

"You are indeed just a pathologist. I must emphasize to you that deep hypnosis is an extremely dangerous behavior. This means I will go deep into the spiritual world of a mental patient. There may be everything absurd and strange in this world. Even if he is about to recover, the danger level there is higher than the spiritual world of the craziest normal person."

Brand didn't refute much and said, "How many days of preparation time do you need?"

"One night tonight, one day tomorrow is about enough. It's mainly that I need someone Edward trusts to comfort him, so that he can calmly accept a new therapy."

"Alright, tomorrow night at 7 o'clock, you will have three hours of alone time, should be enough, right?"

"No problem, but I also want to ask you for a favor," Schiller stood up and said. "Help me keep an eye on Williams by the lake."

Brand shook his head and said, "That place is too far from me."

"But there is water there, or should I go find the big octopus?"

"You can't find it," Brand said. "It is not yet time for the Old Ones to return. Even if you drain all the seawater on Earth, you can't let the big octopus warm your stomach."

Schiller smiled, and the two walked toward the door, but

"Ah, Professor, and Dr. Brand." Cobblepot offered a greeting. Seeing that there was no nervous expression on his face, Schiller knew that it probably wasn't his mother who had run into any trouble.

"I was just looking for you, Professor." Sure enough, Cobblepot said, and Brand left the office alone, leaving the two of them to talk in private.

After hesitating slightly, Cobblepot spoke up: "It's like this, are your relatives staying at your house recently? There's a raccoon, two purple-skinned girls, and a big guy..."

Schiller knew he was talking about the Guardians of the Galaxy, so he nodded and said: "Yes, they are staying at my place right now. What's wrong?"

"They are at the Cat Getan Police Department right now."

Schiller raised an eyebrow and said: "Then why didn't Gordon call me?"

"He should be calling you very soon. I came to find you mainly because someone contacted me, hoping I could mediate in this. You understand."

Schiller understood; it must have been Williams who used his connections to find Cobblepot. But what had that bunch of brutes from the Guardians of the Galaxy done to get themselves into the police station, and why did Williams have to ask Cobblepot to mediate?