Chapter 3039

Sex is a topic that humans cannot bypass, which is naturally a subject that serial killers cannot bypass. In the screening of victims, gender is an extremely important factor, and even in most cases, it is the most important factor.

However, according to Schiller's understanding of Jonathan Crane, he is not interested in the subject of sex, and even discards it like a shoe, feeling that this is a low and primitive manifestation, and he should pursue a higher and purer thing.

Jonathan is an anti-instinctualist. He dresses himself as a scarecrow, which is actually to turn himself into a symbol, which is "non-human".

He believes that such a state is a sublimation for him, making him higher than all ordinary life, and it is the fundamental reason why he can hurt ordinary people with peace of mind and hold a judgmental attitude toward them.

Therefore, the core of this case actually conflicts with Jonathan. Jonathan believes that he is different from ordinary people, and since he dressed himself as a scarecrow, he would not dress the victims as scarecrows.

Especially since this group of victims is still the law enforcement officers he hates most, he will not sublimate them. He thinks they don't deserve it.

But Schiller knows that these cases were done by Jonathan. He also proudly published a paper within the club, expounding the ideas and what Jenna sensed were about the same.

Say it again, a dog can't change eating shit. A person's personality will not be changed so easily. Especially like Jonathan, this kind of natural antisocial person will not suddenly do behaviors that go against his personality. If it is really forced, then he will not treat this matter as something glorious and show it off everywhere. Hiding it is too late.

This made Schiller detect the abnormality.

Speaking of the Nigma serial murder case, this case is even more bizarre. At that time, when Gordon asked about the situation of this case, Schiller's state was not as bad as it is now. He believed that this case was connected by a person's growth trajectory.

But now, when he came into contact with these photos, some pictures began to flash in his mind, and he realized more details he hadn't realized before.

Schiller rearranged these photos, stared at the last totem case for a long time, and his brows never relaxed.

No, still missing some, Schiller thought. The speed of the curse's deterioration is not fast enough. His state has not fallen to the bottom, his empathy ability has not been exerted to the limit, and some things hidden deep under the water have not been detected.

After trying for a long time, Schiller finally gave up. He put down the photos, and when he instinctively looked around, he suddenly stopped his gaze on Brand's face.

Brand had a bad premonition.

Sure enough, he heard Schiller say: "Outer gods can influence people's spirit, right?"

Brand didn't know why he wanted to ask this, but he still nodded.

"Can you give me a hit?"

"What?"

"Just like what you did to others, give my brain a hit."

Brand was obviously stunned for a while. Obviously, Schiller's sentence also burned the CPU of Nyarlathotep.

"No, it's not like this." Brand said: "Mental disorder is a sequela of humans accepting too much knowledge, not my attack means."

"Yes, but you can create this kind of sequela, right?"

"Uh..." Brand was really asked by him. He thought carefully and said: "It is possible, but you must look directly at me."

"How do I look directly at you?"

"I don't know either."

Brand's answer stunned Schiller. The two stared at each other for dozens of seconds, and Brand said.

"I really don't know. Almost all my forms have appeared in front of you, but you didn't have any problems, so I don't know how you want to look directly at me."

Schiller was silent for dozens of seconds before saying: "So I am immune to you?"

"Otherwise, how did you borrow my power?" Brand asked back: "If you went crazy as soon as you saw me, then you wouldn't owe me debt at all. You gained my power and didn't go crazy. This strength is much greater than looking directly at me."

"Then why can I gain your power but not go crazy?"

"I have been observing you just to get the answer to this question."

The two were silent for another dozen seconds. Schiller suddenly had a flash of inspiration and said: "The one who owes you debt is actually not me, but the Soviet, so the one who is immune to you might be him, not me."

Brand thought and said: "It's not impossible, but the body you use is his, I can only find this body."

"No, this body is mine." Schiller was also not surprised. He didn't know his origin. After all, God's status should still be higher than his. It is normal that he doesn't know what God did.

Schiller thought and said: "The problem should be in his soul. To be accurate, he himself is a... I don't know how to say it, but the reason he didn't go crazy might be because he believes that all knowledge in this world can be understood and studied, so he didn't feel collapse."

Brand didn't speak, which was considered to be the default of this kind of speculation. Schiller continued: "But I am different from him. Perhaps if I saw what he saw at the beginning, I would be affected in my sanity? What did he see at the beginning?"

"My main body. He found my main body to negotiate conditions."

"How did he find you?"

"Can I not say it?"

Schiller narrowed his eyes and stared at him.

"You know outer gods are all hidden in the depths of the stars, right?"

Schiller nodded.

"The stars flicker in front of human eyes according to a certain periodic law. I was unfortunately discovered by him when I flickered. He made a super astronomical telescope combining science and magic, and saw me at a glance."

"Then he tricked you down and slaughtered you?"

"To be accurate, he didn't trick either." Brand gritted his teeth and said: "Come on, a human actually saw my main body. If it were you, could you bear not to respond to him?"

"Now you realize the preciousness of curiosity?"

"Yes, too expensive."

"Back to the topic." Schiller thought and said: "Do you know where the super telescope he made before is?"

"I know where it is, but you should be unable to go over."

"Where is it?"

"In the sun. Nyarlathotep said, the sun is this super telescope. To be accurate, it is a large laser cannon. It blasted my hometown with one shot, and the scalp of several other stars close to me was almost shaved off."

Schiller felt more and more that the original body was Anatoly. Only he could do this kind of thing. The stars issued a call to him, and he gave the stars a shot. When he stared at the abyss, the abyss carried the train and ran away.

Schiller himself at most makes a big alarm clock, throws it into the other party's room to help the other party wake up. Anatoly has always been physically rushing out of the door.

Looking back at the questions about Schiller in the research institute, saying it nicely is Anatoly debating with a group of scholars, saying it badly is he hitting with one punch, to avoid a hundred punches. From the debate field to the full martial arts, it didn't exceed 30 seconds. The leader of the opposition faction happily won three months of hospitalization.

But when Schiller asked how to use this large telescope, Brand didn't know either, and expressed that he couldn't require him to understand all the details of the laser cannon. He was the one being blasted!

Speaking to this point, Schiller knew that he had to take some special means. Just right, now it is also night, it is time to sleep.

Looking at Schiller's departing back, Brand's ominous premonition in his heart became stronger and stronger.

That night, Nyarlathotep encountered a fully insured semi-trailer collision in his dream for the first time in his life. At the moment of seeing the Joker jumping down from the truck, Nyarlathotep's CPU was burned.

This is a vast and boundless snowfield, with nothing but vastness between heaven and earth. Except for silver-white, there is almost nothing else.

What is relatively abrupt is that a broken black hole appeared between heaven and earth. A huge truck had half of its head sticking out, and the Joker was stomping his feet and exhaling in it, cursing the cold weather here.

At the end of the silver-white, a huge black shadow rose. Between the infinite darkness and chaos, countless eyes fell on that tiny truck.

In the passenger seat, Schiller walked down.

At the moment he stared at Nyarlathotep's main body, the dream shattered instantly.

Schiller sat up from the bed abruptly. The intense pain seemed to want to crush his brain. His face instantly became incomparably pale, and cold sweat flowed down along his forehead.

The curse took advantage of the situation, making his body temperature drop to a dangerous critical line. Scales spread down along his spine, almost covering most of the skin on his upper body.

At this moment, Schiller found himself in an infinite rice field.

The intense pain in his brain made him unable to concentrate, his vision was swaying, hazy and full of fog.

The rice seedlings were as high as a wall. Schiller pushed aside the rice and walked forward. At the moment of stepping on the soft soil, he felt his feet were about to sink in. The ground was not like a field, but more like a swamp and a whirlpool.

He continued to walk forward, looking up and only seeing the rice ears that surrounded his head and hung down, and the blue sky divided by the rice ears.

Schiller walked through countless rice ears with some difficulty. As he walked, he saw blood stains beginning to appear on the ground, his vision became more and more trance-like, and some bloody pictures kept flashing before his eyes.

A man was stripped of his uniform, his chest was cut open, all his internal organs were taken out, his skin was stripped off, and a pair of hands were filling it with straw. Similarly, those hands held this corpse filled with straw and placed it on a huge cross.

Schiller pushed aside the last layer of rice seedlings and saw this magnified countless times towering cross appear before his eyes. The man's head turned to him, without eyeballs, only the empty eye sockets of straw staring at him.

Two lines of blood and tears flowed down along the eye sockets.

In Schiller's vision, the man's firm face gradually became soft, his short black hair became longer and longer, and the giant corpse hanging on the huge cross turned into a woman, with a graceful figure and a beautiful face, but dead and lifeless. More blood flowed out from the gaps in the straw, and every drop of blood was full of resentment.

Schiller fell down abruptly.

When he opened his eyes again, he found himself falling heavily on the bed, realizing what those details he had missed were.

Sex, this is a factor that shouldn't exist in these two serial murder cases, but it abruptly appeared in one of them.

In the Scarecrow case, the victim's reproductive organs were removed. In the Nigma case, the last victim was penetrated from bottom to top.

She hates her reproductive organs, Schiller thought. This is a woman regretting her past. She uses this destructive way to warn herself not to make the same mistake again.

She hates not the reproductive organs themselves, but the reproductive behavior they represent. She hates that she reproduced offspring—

Her offspring betrayed her?