Chapter 4502

"I ask, you answer," Victor said bluntly. "Otherwise, I'll delete all the content about your psychoanalytic method and only publish what I wrote myself."

"I'm surprised you still want to keep it," Schiller said unceremoniously. "Do you really think you can force a mind-reader to answer questions?"

"Then have you felt my restless emotions?"

Schiller appeared hesitant, as if he couldn't be sure. Victor continued, "Then let me put it another way. If you don't answer, I'll embellish all the parts you wrote about the psychoanalytic method, and at the same time, praise the psychoanalytic method to the skies in the narration. Then, when it's published, I'll thank you by name for providing me with inspiration. That way, you can say goodbye to your identity as an ordinary person forever."

Schiller closed his eyes tightly: "I'm starting to wonder if I've made a mistake in choosing my friends."

"You entered Hugo's mental world, right?"

"Then you overestimate Hugo; how would he dare let me in? It was just a hallucination machine like the one the Mad Hatter used to use."

"What kind of hallucination did he let you experience?"

"Very boring. It was probably just swapping my situation with his. He became the famous professor in Cat Getan, and I was the criminal, the prisoner, and the wanderer..."

With a "bang," the trigger of the freeze gun was pulled again. The table next to them was frozen. The ice layer melted, and Victor said expressionlessly, "This time he'd better die cleanly enough, otherwise he'll never be able to die again."

"I'm not some good person who strictly adheres to morality. So this didn't hurt me at all. I spent the same life in different hallucinations, and by the way, I cleaned up Hugo."

"By the way?"

"I don't remember if I told you this. When I was young, someone got a hold on me, and I became an enforcer doing dirty work. By common sense, there's no room for advancement in this line of work; you either die on a mission or get silenced. But I usually don't play by the rules."

"You made a comeback?"

"No. I mixed my way to the point where I couldn't be killed without a plane crash. The plane crashed into the Pacific Ocean. Every time it's like this."

"Doesn't sound like it got any better."

Schiller wanted to shake his head, but unfortunately, the ice layer didn't allow him to do so, so he just said: "You haven't entered the enforcer system, so you don't know enough about it. In this system, retiring with success isn't the best ending; forcing them to have to initiate the highest kill specification is the true reward. Undoubtedly, the cost of creating a plane crash is terrifyingly high. When they use this method, they must have been forced into a dead end."

"In this situation, killing Hugo was indeed just by the way. I didn't even use him as a bargaining chip; I just sent someone to clean him up while preparing for a mission."

Victor sighed, completely unwilling to comment on his view of the enforcer system. He continued to ask: "What does Hugo think of this?"

"His attitude has always been very confusing to me," Schiller said truthfully. "I don't know why he would think his predicament could trap me. In fact, his predicament didn't completely trap him either. Even being locked in Arkham Asylum, he didn't do fewer small tricks, otherwise, he wouldn't have offended so many serial killers. The main reason he couldn't get out was that he was busy solving his perverted habits, not that I was targeting him all the time."

"Of course, it's because he's good at shifting responsibility," Victor said. "Even when doing small tricks, if there's anything that doesn't go smoothly, he'll associate it with you, feeling that you're staring at him all the time, finding trouble for him when you're free, and fighting back and forth with his fantasies."

"Probably," Schiller said. "In that case, it can explain why he was so angry."

"Is he very angry?"

"Yes. After all the illusions ended, he appeared both unbelievable and furious. It seems he has discovered that I have never deliberately targeted him. Those so-called confrontations were just hallucinations he imagined alone in the asylum."

"Because he discovered what the situation would be like if you really targeted him. Do you think he would be afraid because of this?"

"He must have been afraid, otherwise he wouldn't have thrown out his trump card so quickly."

"This is exactly what I want to ask. What is the trump card that made you give the evaluation of 'having some level'?"

"Of course I know you won't tell anyone. I also believe your technology is already capable of blocking Brainiac. If this matter only concerned myself, I wouldn't have any need to hide it from you. It's just..."

"It also involves others?"

"Hugo doesn't look like the kind of person with the good character of not dragging others into the water, right?"

"Tell me about it," Victor said.

"That little girl is a corpse. I mean, she's a living corpse, but she was almost dropped to death again after being resurrected."

"Hugo did it?"

"The second death was."

"So the problem appeared at the first death. Who killed her?"

"Bruce Wei En."

Victor's movements paused: "How could he..."

"It wasn't murder," Schiller paused and then continued, "A group of children were rescued at the time, and the situation was very bad. Even after being rescued, most of them didn't live to see the new era. Except for a few with extraordinary talents, they all died. The problem is, Bruce brought that little girl back to Wei En Manor. She died in Bruce's home."

"God," Victor couldn't help but wipe his face and then said, "Didn't he see it? Or did he think there was a chance to save her?"

"Both. But things obviously weren't as simple as he thought," Schiller sighed and said, "Because the body wasn't fully developed, children's resistance in all aspects is much lower than adults'. The extent of their unhealthiness had reached the point where even adults could be life-threatening. Doctors aren't God."

"But Batman thinks he is," Victor also sighed and said.

"At least at that time he was. Even including now, he thinks it was some of his own operations that killed that child. But in reality, at this point, the impact of psychology and emotions is relatively limited. What determines whether they can survive is actually genes. Some people are naturally more tolerant, which can be manifested in childhood. And some are not."

"Although I understand it in my heart, if it were me, I would also feel guilty. However, this doesn't count as murder at all; even if it were Brainiac, he couldn't blame Bruce. What are you worried about?"

"If what he dropped was a corpse, even if I recognized it, I wouldn't look at it for more than half a glance. In fact, when it first fell, I also thought she was dead. But this is exactly Hugo's brilliance—this little girl wasn't dropped to death. She still has a breath."

"But you also said she's a living corpse. She's already dead, just resurrected by an unknown force."

"That's right, but at least she can breathe, move, and talk."

Victor suddenly realized something and raised his voice abruptly, "You don't want to count on this little girl standing in front of Bruce and telling him he's not wrong, right?... How can you be so naive?!"

"Of course I didn't count on her doing it voluntarily. But who she stands in front of and what she says isn't something she can control—she's not a real child, you understand."

"You're simply crazy!" Victor stood up, walked to the ice, and looked into Schiller's eyes, saying, "Do you know that the first thing she'll do when she wakes up is definitely to frame you. She can say you wanted to kill her."

"She has no evidence."

"She doesn't need evidence!" Victor raised his voice and said, "She's the victim. Whoever she says is the murderer is the murderer, and she's also a child. Brainiac has always been very strict regarding child protection."

"But he said he would listen to me."

Victor used his hand to pull the hair in front of his forehead back forcefully, then raised his head and let out a long sigh: "What unrealistic expectations do you have for this evil artificial intelligence?"

"Victor, you still don't understand. Who Brainiac chooses between me and her depends on who is more valuable."

"Do you think you're more valuable? But it's still the same thing, you can't produce any evidence. Even those so-called 'living corpses' you took away from Cat Getan University haven't had anyone turn into a corpse or show abnormalities so far. They're all crying injustice. If this situation continues to develop, you have no evidence to prove they are living corpses, then it's only a matter of time before your conclusion is denied."

"Can't tell, you're such a pessimistic person, Victor."

Victor only felt his head was about to explode, and he said: "I don't know you're such an optimistic person, Schiller. That little girl will definitely use this point to attack you. She will try every means to convince Brainiac. And where her logic is smoother than yours is that the psychoanalytic method cannot be verified, and it is also naturally contrary to electronic life like Brainiac."

"Isn't it time for you to praise the psychoanalytic method in your novel?"

"You actually still have the mood to joke." Victor was a bit frantic.

"That's because the value I'm talking about doesn't lie in this," Schiller smiled and said, "I said, 'I have a brother who works for the government,' he's a little-known clerk—but it's almost equivalent to the entire Brainiac government."

"I can probably guess what she said to you." The figure leaning against the window looked at the screen next to him. Brainiac's green avatar was beating, "There is no evidence to prove my accusation is correct. Catching people without evidence like this will only cause panic. It's time to reconsider the strategy."

"Logically speaking, this makes sense," Brainiac said. "I did give him an official status and unlimited self-defense rights. However, making such a big fuss about catching people on a large scale without convincing evidence will affect social stability. I will keep my promise and won't hold him accountable. But whether to continue letting him go on like this is indeed worth considering."

"This is your problem, little B. Your brain is made of circuit boards, and your thinking is determined by 0 and 1. So you are more willing to talk about logic."

"I think talking about logic is good for maintaining social stability. No one likes a world where things are distributed based on who makes the most noise. So if you want to say that if I don't treat Schiller according to your wishes, you will do something illegal, I won't agree to such an unreasonable request, and can only add you to the list of many enemies to be dealt with. You're right, I only have this way of thinking."

"No, no, no, you misunderstood. I don't want to do anything illegal, and I don't want to force you to change your decision by threatening you. I also fully understand that your way of doing things is like this, and you won't make special exceptions for anyone. I don't even want to break the cooperation conditions we discussed before; I can still work for you."

"Your attitude gives me a bad premonition."

"Then you're overthinking it," he smiled and said, "I have always kept my promises and been kind to others. This is all I should do."