Chapter 4488: Blackest Night (24)

"Brainiac, give up your unrealistic delusions. No one has ever been able to truly control Cat Getan; the Godfather can't, Batman can't, a super artificial intelligence can't, and the mastermind can't either."

Jonathan's pale and thin face had only eyes that were startlingly bright. What flickered in his eyes wasn't total madness, but even profound wisdom and philosophy. This was something Brainiac often saw in the eyes of the madmen in Cat Getan, as if they weren't mental patients, but prophets who truly understood the essence of the world.

Genius and madness are a line apart, but in Cat Getan, they have always been indistinguishable. Anyone who wanted to occupy this place and take away their special characteristics eventually got swept away by the tide of madness, sinking into the abyss as skeletons, or dissipating into the air, without a trace.

Brainiac couldn't help but start to rejoice that, out of a strategy of post-war recuperation, he hadn't taken excessive actions against this dark city. Moreover, because he had no bias, he adopted the same set of measures for both madmen and ordinary people, so he had never truly angered them.

On the contrary, he could even receive a good review from most madmen. Because even a persistent anti-social person like Jonathan also needed clothes and food. Brainiac's measure of taking good care of everyone allowed these people to no longer be troubled by trivial matters of life, and instead, they could focus more on the fields they liked and were good at. In a sense, he was also the savior and shepherd of the madmen.

Brainiac, as the calmest and most rational electronic life, and the most passionate and high-pitched madness of humanity, although they didn't confront each other, they weren't actually that equal either.

Before the descent of the Eternal Night, it was the madmen who needed Brainiac more. And Brainiac had no interest in using their madness, and didn't even allow people with a history of mental illness to have official identities like law enforcers or consultants. And criminals in detention or treatment were also not allowed to conduct scientific research. Brainiac didn't think about letting them reform through labor at all; mandatory treatment was just taking medicine and sleeping, at most they could read books, only input, no output.

That is to say, it was Brainiac's unilateral contribution, without necessarily requiring them to have a return.

However, things are just so wonderful. After the sun went out, the darkness that descended again seemed to wake up this sleeping city of sin. It was also possible that all the smart people thought of the same place. Madmen all started to become active, actively creating murders, attracting the mastermind's attention, letting him understand that wanting to continue the plan of living-corpse-ifying the Earth without getting involved in Cat Getan, this huge dark vortex, was impossible.

Brainiac cast his gaze toward the corpse on the experimental bench; if it were as Jonathan said, the mastermind would inevitably come to intervene, then everyone who died here had a very high probability of resurrection.

Just like Jonathan said before, under Brainiac's care, the human death rate had become very low. All cars were intelligent, basically impossible to collide, and a few months ago, a record was created where there were no car accidents globally for three consecutive days, including small scratches, not a single one.

Serious illnesses that required emergency rescue, such as sudden heart attacks or cerebral hemorrhages, were also responded to in the first instance, regardless of wealth, regardless of status, and resources were equally allocated for rescue, the probability of being saved was very high, and the prognosis of various major surgeries was also very good.

Not to mention factory fires or mining accidents. Electronic life doesn't slack off when catching safety. I don't know how many cameras were running twenty-four hours a day without stopping. All places with risks were watched tightly. Even in a city like Cat Getan that was full of gods and ghosts, since Brainiac came, there hadn't been any factory explosion accidents.

Not to mention the previous versions of homeless people, they had long ceased to exist. Even for those who were determined not to work and just wanted to lie flat, Brainiac had built a park to raise them. The most basic living conditions could still be guaranteed.

This led to the most important source of corpses changing from accidents and disease deaths to vicious crimes.

That's right, the only thing Brainiac couldn't completely stop was the act of humans killing humans. After all, the human body is too fragile, and it only takes two seconds to stab someone to death. Even if every camera had a laser, it wouldn't necessarily be able to stop some people from suddenly losing their heads. And humans always lose their heads very easily.

When they get angry, they are ruthless and forget their feelings. Legal punishment, moral deterrence, none of them work well. If there's no knife at hand, picking up a stool can also smash someone to death. Even sleeping at night, turning over can strangle the other person. Brainiac really couldn't stop it.

Although he would observe that some people's emotions were wrong and try his best to guide them, because the social rules were relatively clear and conflicts were relatively few, it was still very difficult to avoid completely. After all, with so many billions of humans, it's normal to have a few weirdos every day.

And Cat Getan is the leader among them. After the night descended, other cities might panic a bit, thinking about what this is, whether there are any alien monsters attacking, and fear might make them settle down, with no time for mutual slaughter.

The madmen of Cat Getan are different. Waking up in the morning, looking up and seeing the sky isn't bright, oh, I'm familiar with this. Young passion reappears, past glory returns, isn't this reliving old dreams?

Of course, they wouldn't go out to kill just because it was dark. But Jonathan and a group of serial killers had just made a good start, and in just ten hours, there were five more murder cases, and they were located in different areas of Cat Getan, which wasn't something Brainiac could suppress. Others saw it, and it was really a repeat of activities.

Thinking about it, one knows that the next night, it's about revenge for revenge, grievances for grievances. Cruelty as clothing, coldness as a crown, and bloodthirsty slaughter on the same stage—it's Christmas dance time.

Thinking of this, Brainiac didn't choose to suppress the news of the murder cases. On the contrary, he wrote this as news, sent it to everyone's mobile phone, and even added some details for the first time, letting them know what these cases were roughly like. Then he started the citizen shelter center built before.

This was a large shelter built during the war to survive surface disasters. At that time, in order not to let those alien invaders take ordinary people as hostages, Brainiac built this kind of large shelter in every city, which could allow the whole city to take refuge. The living materials inside could also be maintained for a long time. Although not as free as outside, personal safety was guaranteed.

Brainiac thought that once these warning-style news came out, citizens who didn't want to be harmed by madmen would definitely rush into the shelter. After all, Gothamites' understanding of murder should be deeper than any other region. These cases looked like those committed by serial killers who were very cruel. These killers were now raging in the city, and Brainiac couldn't catch them for the time being, so why not hide?

But unexpectedly, in the eyes of Gothamites, this wasn't a warning letter at all, but an invitation. It was similar to the prompt sound at the moment of a successful match—let me see what's going on!

The originally peaceful and harmonious community entered a strange atmosphere that Brainiac couldn't understand. It looked like doors were closed and people were staying indoors, but looking closely, those who repaired chainsaws were repairing chainsaws, and those who dug cellars were digging cellars. Brainiac watched with his own eyes as someone dug a complete chainsaw from under the old beech tree in his own house. It was hard to say what left the rust on the blade.

What's worth rejoicing is that the vast majority of people didn't have the intention to go out of the house to hunt. After all, a dozen years had passed, and they had experienced Cat Getan's most prosperous golden age, and the loners of the past had long been dragging their families and children, and the artistic dream hidden in their hearts had been worn down by the trivialities of life. Compared to leaving their families and children behind and going out for a earth-shattering artistic seminar, it was more important to watch their own family and not let them become someone else's prey.

Masters all have an apprentice's heart. The more they know, the more they understand how much they don't know. It's the same in crime. Gothamites are well-informed, and they know too well how much they weigh. In Cat Getan, crime isn't just about madness and cruelty; you need knowledge, culture, aesthetics, philosophy, logic, and skills. Even if you have all these, you still need some luck. If you aren't the chosen one, don't follow the chaos.

But even if most people didn't participate in the match, there was still a small group of people, a very small group, who responded to the call in the first instance. A certain secret society that had been silent for a long time became active again after a long time.

After so many years, their communication methods had also been updated. The original paper media had basically been eliminated, and electronic communication and internet exchange were more efficient ways. But this kind of thing obviously couldn't be brought to the table. When Brainiac discovered a set of extremely complex and secret ciphers spreading through a certain message group, the number of murder cases had increased to eight.

"Oh, my God." Jenna wiped the sweat from her forehead and then said, "This one should be the same killer as the first one. Still that strange feeling. But this time, I read more."

"What?" Tim asked.

"He is showing off." Jenna thought for a moment and said, "Showing off some... I can't say it very accurately right now. It's more like highlighting certain characteristics, just like the theology I saw in the first case."

"So this one is different again?"

Jenna nodded and said: "Yes. This one is more like showing the world in his eyes. It looks chaotic, but it actually has its own rules. He can read many things from this rule that others can't read, which is his advantage."

"He is showing his advantage?" Tim muttered to himself, "Sounds a bit like... a resume?"

Jenna snapped her fingers and said: "That's right. I just wanted to say, maybe it's courtship, but I thought about it again, this doesn't contain the characteristics of sex or desire, and there's no such fanatical feeling, but relatively rational. Compared to courtship, it's indeed more like job hunting."

Tim nodded, looked at the crime scene, and then said: "Then the theme of this serial murder case won't be the twelve constellations on the surface, but should be the different characteristics possessed by this killer. The previous one was theology, this one is a special perspective. What else will there be?"

Jenna shook her head and said: "This can't be inferred, who knows which aspect he thinks is his specialty?"

"No, it should also be inferable." Tim thought for a while and then said, "The problem is, who exactly is he showing these things to, it wouldn't be us, right?"

"The sample is still a bit too small now." Jenna said, "Ms. Waller, are there any new developments regarding the background of these two victims?" ===== CHAPTER 4489 =====