Chapter 3558: Edge of Tomorrow (Part 15)

Back at the office, Shiler slept until noon. He vaguely heard the sound of police sirens while he was sleeping, but he wasn't awakened; instead, he slept even more soundly.

By the time he got up, the police seemed to have left. He had just walked out of the lounge when there was a knock on the office door. After opening the door, Harley was standing outside.

"Have the police been here?" Shiler asked while wiping his glasses lenses.

"Yes, they asked his classmates, roommates, and the band members. But they didn't get anything out of them. Most people knew he would go to the bar at that time. The police have already gone to the bar street to investigate."

"I have to say, Professor, your logistics work is truly professional." Harley gave Shiler a thumbs up and said, "When I walked into the rehearsal room, I was simply stunned. I've never seen this classroom so clean."

Shiler smiled and said: "It was your timely notification. If the blood and the corpse had been left for a while, it wouldn't have been so easy to solve."

"Regardless, you solved a big problem for me." Harley let out a long breath and said, "Brainiac is very good at making people extreme."

"Why do you say that?"

"Lina... oh, that's the lead singer of our band, showed me her chat history. Guess what? It was under Brainiac's instigation that that guy came up with such a stupid idea."

Harley took out her phone and showed the screen to Shiler. Shiler took it and looked at it for a moment, then frowned deeply. The content above was simply challenging his bottom line as a psychology professor.

The bassist, of course, had also downloaded the "Super Butler Brainiac" software. This software could not only be used to control various smart devices but also to conduct various Q&A sessions.

The bassist asked a question on it: "How to pursue the girl I like."

At first, Brainiac's style was quite normal, offering suggestions that were nothing more than finding common topics, cultivating common hobbies, and after gaining initial favor, asking her out for dinner, movies, and so on.

But clearly, such suggestions were meaningless to the bassist. He had tried doing that before, but all failed. Such shallow suggestions couldn't help him pursue Harley at all.

Then, he naturally kept asking Brainiac, listing some of Harley's reactions, and even mixed in some complaints.

The bassist asked Brainiac to analyze Harley's psychology, but the butler software on his side didn't seem to have called Harley's side. In other words, his analysis of Harley was based entirely on the bassist's words.

In Brainiac's analysis, Harley was a frigid, gold-digging, shameless person. And the bassist clearly agreed with this analysis, so he started cursing Harley for being shameless, following Brainiac's words.

And when he asked Brainiac for suggestions again, the suggestions were very similar to the kind of relationship analysis popular on the internet, something like "women don't love men who aren't bad."

Anyway, the topic went off track as they talked. The bassist felt that Harley was just refusing a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit, and he should be more aggressive and proactive.

Plus, after drinking and taking drugs, his brain got hot, and he sent a message asking Harley to go to the rehearsal room. And after being rejected again, his emotions completely exploded, so he chose to attack Harley, and then was counter-killed.

Through Brainiac's replies, Shiler could see that Brainiac's logic was to agree with the user blindly; the emotional feedback was very sufficient, but there was no moral bottom line at all.

It was similar to someone saying, "So-and-so is really hateful, I want to kill him." If he went to see a psychiatrist, the psychiatrist would probably say: "Extreme measures are not advisable. Let's analyze where your hatred for him comes from, and how to adjust this emotion."

While Brainiac would say: "Judging from the behavior you described, he is indeed hateful, simply a heinous person. What he did to you has seriously hurt your feelings. I fully understand your desire to kill him."

At first glance, Brainiac's reply seemed more thoughtful. After all, everyone hopes that when they are angry, everyone will stand on their side and help them curse the person who made them angry. This can indeed make people feel a little better.

But in fact, extreme emotions are like a fire; psychiatrists teach everyone how to make the fire smaller, or try to avoid letting the fire burn themselves. But Brainiac is teaching everyone to throw the fire out to burn others.

It seems that throwing the fire out is a simpler and more convenient method, but you throw it, and I throw it. You threw the fire out and you were fine, but you will also be burned by other people's extreme emotions. Who can guarantee that they will never be harmed by other people's extreme emotions?

But considering that Brainiac itself is an evil artificial intelligence invading Earth, it's normal for it to be afraid that the world won't be chaotic enough.

"He told her that sooner or later he would make me look good." Harley shook her head and said.

"You mean Lina? Then she went to save you?"

"That's not it; she doesn't have the guts. She was worried that if that jerk did something to me, it would implicate her; after all, everyone knew their relationship was close. And..."

"And what?"

"I suspect she might have wanted to take pictures and then use the photos to join the Brainiac Support Society."

Shiler frowned slightly and said: "There are conditions for joining the Support Society?"

"Yes. Either listen to them and do a bad thing; or get hold of the handle of someone who hasn't joined. Before, graffiti was sprayed on my door because my roommate wanted to join."

"She has your handle now."

"That's why I didn't kill her." A cold light flashed in Harley's eyes, and she said, "I want to see if she can join with this."

"She has no evidence." Shiler sat behind the computer and said, "And she will never be able to find evidence."

"Yes, words are empty. But they have been eyeing me for a long time and have never been able to catch my flaws. I'm afraid they won't let go of such a rare opportunity."

Shiler looked up at the emails while thinking, but saw a strange email at the very top.

After clicking it, there was only one short sentence—"We know you killed someone, Professor Rodriguez. If you don't want us to call the police, contact us."

Shiler narrowed his eyes.

"What's wrong?" Harley asked.

"It seems they intend to use Lina to threaten a more valuable target." Shiler revealed a cold smile and said, "But then again, I'm notoriously difficult to deal with. They won't be willing to let go of this even rarer opportunity."

Harley turned to this side of the desk to look at the content on Shiler's computer screen. When she saw that sentence, she couldn't help but click her tongue.

"Professor Fries... um, I mean, Mr. Freeze, didn't he receive this email too?"

Shiler looked down at his phone and sure enough saw Victor's text message, which was also about this matter.

"I don't think there's any need for Oswald to investigate." Shiler clicked on the email to start writing a reply and said, "They will be very happy to open their base for me to visit."

"You said you wouldn't go on a killing spree."

"I didn't plan to do that either." Shiler said while typing, "I mean I won't do that, but it's hard to guarantee whether others will do it."

"You mean..."

"If it were a university elsewhere, such a group that runs rampant, students would walk around them when they saw them. But Cat Getan University is different; this is the cradle of Cat Getan's high-IQ criminals. Do you think they will tolerate this group of idiots riding on their heads?"

Harley couldn't help but sneer, and then said: "There are quite a few people like me; maybe they just happened to pick a serial killer?"

"Nothing is certain." Shiler continued typing. Harley only then discovered that he wasn't replying to that strange email, but was sending an email to his students.

"Are you planning to incite your students?"

"Of course not." Shiler said, "I don't do such things. I just slightly modified the wording of my opinion on their thesis, strengthened the attack power a little bit, and let them feel a little pressure. Only with pressure is there motivation."

Harley looked at Shiler's wording and said: "This isn't just a little attack power. I think you'll make them explode from pressure."

"Then what do you think they will do when they explode from pressure?"

"If it were ordinary people, I would say they might go drinking, clubbing, or sleeping around, at most taking some drugs. But if it were your students, that's hard to say."

"What's hard to say?"

"Can people who study psychoanalysis be good people?"

Shiler hummed lightly, and just as he was about to say something, Harley preempted him: "It's not like those who study behavioral analysis are good people either. People who study psychology are all the same."

"You cursed yourself in too."

"I know, of course, I'm not a good person. Otherwise, who were you cleaning the crime scene for last night?" Harley walked back to her seat and sat down, putting one hand on the table and saying, "However, the doctors and graduate students under you are the worst of the worst. If they formed an organization, I'm afraid even the Tomorrow League would be hard to match."

"Before talking about who to match, you should consider James Gordon's heart, Miss. If one day Ms. Waller plans to form a Suicide Squad, I will send their resumes over."

"You mean letting Amanda tie a bomb around their necks?"

"I mean, admitting them is no different from suicide. I have deep experience with this."

Because of the faint helplessness in Shiler's tone, Harley laughed, as if she could already imagine how much torture Shiler suffered from this group of rebellious disciples on a daily basis.

Shiler sat in front of the computer and outputted for a long time, until he sent the replies to the thesis emails, before slowly starting to reply to the strange email.

Harley leaned over to take another look, and then couldn't help it again. Shiler also only replied with one sentence—"No housekeeping services needed, thank you!"

?? Sorry for being late

? Never eating extra spicy snail noodles again 555

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