Chapter 4506

Then, Schiller and Hugo said a lot of things, seemingly engaged in a fierce debate. Now some lip movements could be seen. Victor was sure they seemed to be discussing topics like "love."

"Is this some kind of buzzword?" Victor said, "Brainiac also discussed this issue with me yesterday, he said he wanted to fall in love with the Super-Body."

"There must be a reason why something suddenly becomes popular," Schiller said pointedly.

The atmosphere of the dispute in the room entered a white-hot stage, and then suddenly, Schiller took a step back. The door opened, and another figure walked in. It was a strong man with a pale face, wearing a full beard, but the face was very strange, Victor didn't recognize him.

"Who is this?" Victor leaned toward Schiller and asked.

"Jerita, a corpse collector, and also Hugo's victim. However, Hugo is also his victim."

Victor's hand holding the telescope paused, then said: "What do you mean?"

"This guy used to collect corpses for gangsters, and has necrophilia. Because of unhealthy sexual behavior, he contracted a venereal disease, was killed recently, was resurrected, and then was killed again..."

"Wait," Victor interrupted Schiller, put down the telescope, poured himself a cup of hot tea, and said, "Don't condense it at this time, tell me specifically."

Schiller simply told Victor about Jerita. When he heard Hugo studying Jerita, he just frowned slightly. But when he heard that Jerita might have collected Hugo's corpse, he sprayed out a mouthful of hot tea.

"You mean... he... he... could he..." Victor made all the gestures he could think of to describe certain things that were hard to describe, simply like dancing a gesture dance.

"Most likely yes," Schiller nodded.

Victor had nothing to say, this was a bit too advanced even for Gothamites. And, this kind of thing had a weird sense of fate. Logically speaking, although necrophilia is a bit niche, it's not a big deal in Cat Getan—after all, he only messes with corpses, which can even be considered a relatively safe type of pervert. But the coincidence is that the mastermind behind the scenes descended, and corpses could suddenly be resurrected. You say this thing is noisy.

"Then do you think he will like corpses that can move?" Victor is also worthy of being a Gothamite, and immediately began to think academically, "Will necrophiliacs like corpses that have been resurrected?"

"Whether he liked it before isn't certain, now I'm afraid..."

Victor slowly took down the telescope, stared at Schiller and said: "You don't mean to say, this little clerk he... he..."

Just when Victor was about to dance the gesture dance again, that Jerita suddenly roared. Because the sound was really too loud, they could faintly hear it. But Victor wished he could block his ears, because the theme of what he said revolved around these two words—"beauty" and "love."

During the period, it was mixed with "why," "by what right," "we," "they," "you want," "I want"...

Up to now, it could still be listened to. As long as you ignore their gender, state of existence, and hobbies, it's nothing more than a fanatical pursuer who thinks he was betrayed, and a victim who can't be called a good person, fighting between love and hate. The two can even be called a pair of bitter mandarin ducks.

But when Jerita started describing certain details of certain things, Victor really couldn't take it.

"Ugh——!!!"

He put down the telescope and started retching, half-kneeling on the ground next to the heater. After finding he couldn't hold it back, he canceled the barrier directly, ran to the edge of the roof and started vomiting, almost vomiting out his internal organs.

After he finished vomiting, he found Schiller still watching the fun with relish. He couldn't help but lean against the ice wall and said: "Although I can understand your hobby, I suggest you still go see a doctor."

Schiller waved his hand and said: "You don't understand this. The key isn't the bizarre content, and Hugo didn't collapse because of these things—after all, it's hard to say whether he has the memory of that time."

"... Then why?" After saying this, Victor really wanted to slap himself. This damn curiosity, can't this broken fun not be watched?

"Hugo is actually a very inconsistent person," Schiller said, "He thinks he can control everyone's thoughts and emotions. He is proud of this ability of his, thinking he is naturally superior to others, and should be God in the field of psychology and spirit."

"So he unscrupulously treats others as experimental subjects for research, because in his view, these people are just inferior life forms, just like white mice in the laboratory. He is superior to them, so he can manipulate them wantonly."

"He hasn't done all kinds of experiments on them. For example, messing up their originally normal thinking, imposing various suggestions on them, or making certain aspects of their personality more extreme—just like injecting drugs into white mice, observing their reactions."

"He isn't omnipotent either. Some things might also be out of his control, but this won't cause him any real harm. Just like you being bitten by a white mouse, it might hurt a bit, but it won't be fatal. Even if this white mouse has any bacteria, it's not very difficult to solve. As a superior life form, there is always a way."

"However, among all these experimental subjects, there is the same forbidden area he cannot touch—love. He can make people crazier, or more cowardly, make people excited, make people indifferent, but he has never tried to make others love him."

"Uh, saying it like this is also normal," Victor said, "Who would count on white mice loving themselves."

"This is exactly where he is inconsistent. If he doesn't need the love of white mice, then why does he want the same social status as me?"

Victor was stunned for a moment. Schiller said: "Hugo isn't completely indifferent to the views of ordinary people, and it can even be said that he enjoys being sought after. He wants the admiration and reverence of others, wants someone to truly love him to the point of being unable to extricate themselves, deeply fascinated by him, and follow him from the bottom of their hearts."

"... Sounds really not very normal," Victor said, "He thinks he is not the same species as others, and wants to manipulate them like props. But he needs the pursuit of these props, isn't this self-contradictory? I wouldn't count on my desk liking me."

"Exactly. He thinks he is constantly catching experimental subjects for experiments, and is doing academic research. But in reality, this is a compulsive behavior stemming from psychopathology, the purpose of which is to prove he is superior. Every time he manipulates the thoughts of ordinary people, it makes him more convinced of his superiority. This is the main reason why he constantly repeats this process."

"And the reason why he falls into this vicious circle of compulsive behavior is because there is no other way to prove he is really superior besides this method. Because no one loves him, no one pursues him, he can only hypnotize himself by unrestrictedly exerting his abilities: I am good enough, I am excellent enough, I am naturally superior to others."

"There is a type of workaholic in this world, just because of the lack of emotional support, that they need to constantly prove themselves in the work field, even to the point of being blind and pathological. They are usually very extreme in the workplace, especially in areas they are confident in, usually refusing communication and discussion, and firmly not cooperating, just insisting on doing it according to his ideas. Only by suppressing everyone through this method can he prove that he has a foothold, and that he has aspects worthy of being loved. This is precisely because, aside from these, he has never been truly loved by anyone."

"The reason Hugo targets me so much is also because he must prove he is the number one in this field, because besides this, he has no way to anchor his existence."

Victor nodded and said: "Sounds like it makes sense. Then if we put it the other way around, if one is truly sought after and loved by others, there is no need to prove oneself urgently."

"You could say that," Schiller looked at the room again, and then said, "Hugo's problem lies in the fact that he holds the banner of academic research and experiments, but in reality, he hasn't researched anything. Only ability, but no visible results. This isn't to say his level isn't good, but that he hasn't invested in research at all. His research on those experimental subjects is more about satisfying his own desires, which is why the process is greater than the result."

"Since it's like this, his talent should be very good," Victor thought for a while and said, "After wasting so many years, his level is still not bad after returning."

"This kind of thing doesn't need effort at all," Schiller shook his head and said, "The vast majority of mental manipulators are born, and have little to do with acquired cultivation and practice."

"Then what does this have to do with Jerita?"

"The interesting part is here. I created a true fanatical pursuer, which is exactly the kind Hugo wants—unconditionally loving him, following him, a psychopath obsessed with him who can't live without him."

"This is also..." Victor still couldn't say words against his will. Although they can be crazy enough to follow Hugo, there is no need to distinguish between high and low, but Jerita is clearly not the kind of follower who can bring benefits. His crazy love, no matter where it is poured, usually only brings trouble.

"You think the point where he broke down is that Jerita can't be taken out?" Schiller seemed to read Victor's thoughts again, and he said, "But in fact, it's not like this. If you listened carefully to what Jerita said..."

"Oh my god, I can still listen carefully to what he said?!" Victor was a bit broken, he said, "Then what is the necessity of listening?!"

"Even what you listened to is enough, it's not hard to find that his love comes from sex. This is the key point."

Victor revealed a very complicated expression, he said: "If I were Hugo, I'm afraid I would also be very disgusted..."

Schiller shook his head again and said: "The problem is that Jerita is a sexual pervert. That is to say, his love is directed at Hugo's corpse. He doesn't even like Hugo's body, he only likes his corpse."

"When Hugo was alive, Jerita never expressed love. He might even have hated Hugo very much, because Hugo used him for experiments. But as soon as Hugo died, he started to love him. Even now that he is resurrected and has become a moving corpse, Jerita has become his fanatical follower. He doesn't love Hugo, he only loves Hugo's death, precisely his death."

"Stop talking," Victor covered his neck and said, "I'm a bit... Ugh!!!"