Chapter 4507

As a Gothamite who also has quite a bit of philosophical thought and artistic aesthetic, Victor finally understood why Schiller had to drag him over to watch the fun. That little clerk equivalent to the Brainiac government really did this thing in a way that angered both heaven and man. Even though Hugo is such a bad person, Victor still couldn't help but feel that Schiller is a bit too extreme.

Jerita, who should have been the first victim of the Resume Killer, didn't actually die. It seems very difficult to fake his death, but in reality, because Jerita might already be a living corpse, his physical fitness is different from ordinary people, so it's not completely impossible to disguise.

In short, the Resume Killer didn't kill him, but kept him, the purpose of which was to use him to disgust Hugo Strange.

The logic of this plan is probably like this: Jerita expressed love to Hugo and became his fanatical follower. But as a master of psychology, Hugo of course can understand where Jerita's love actually comes from.

It might have been interfered with by Schiller, or it might be that he is just like this. Anyway, Jerita's love comes from sexual desire, and his sexual desire is perverted. He doesn't like living people, he only likes dead people.

That is to say, when Hugo was alive, Jerita didn't like him at all. Only when he died would Jerita fall in love with him. Jerita doesn't like Hugo's superb manipulation skills, his talent in psychology, or any of his other advantages, but only his death, precisely his death.

Then who caused his death?

It was Schiller.

When Hugo was alive, no one expressed love to him, and he didn't have any fanatical followers. That is to say, from beginning to end, the only trait on Hugo that attracted a fanatical follower was actually bestowed upon him by Schiller.

Victor substituted himself into Hugo, and really wanted to vomit. And Hugo indeed lived up to expectations, in a situation where he might be surrounded by countless lunatics who wanted to kill him, and even possibly snipers, he still broke through all obstacles, smashed the glass with a punch, and stretched his head out to vomit violently.

"You really have a hand for disgusting people," Victor's features were all wrinkled together, as if he had been punched.

"There's more than that," Schiller said, "He has always wanted to find me for a duel, because he thinks the last confrontation wasn't fair enough. He doesn't admit he lost, so naturally he won't admit the death brought by failure. He hates this death to the bone."

"I can see it, in the hallucinations you described, he won all of them. He clearly just doesn't want to admit that failure." Victor shook his head and said.

And this was just the beginning of this astonishing fun. Hugo was lying on the window vomiting, and Jerita actually rushed up directly. Fortunately, his movement was relatively large, and Hugo dodged with a wolfish roll. Hugo cursed loudly, but Jerita didn't listen at all, he rushed toward Hugo like crazy, and Hugo fled in a panic.

The two chased and ran, running around the whole room for more than ten laps, mixed with Jerita's declaration of love and Hugo's roar. One Schiller stood in the room watching the fun, and one stood outside the house watching the fun. Even if the one outside the house was counted, the one in the room not only didn't help, but also stretched his foot to trip Hugo. Hugo "bang" fell and ate shit.

Victor couldn't bear to watch anymore, he put down the telescope directly to avoid seeing anything that might make his eyes grow styes. Schiller was still watching with relish. Victor really couldn't take it anymore.

"Schiller, if you keep watching, I will absolutely not go to your high tower in my life," Victor said, "This kind of scene will absolutely pollute your memory bank, don't even think about letting me step into your mental field again."

"Don't worry, nothing will happen," Schiller said, "You think I did this just to disgust him?"

"You didn't just disgust him!"

Schiller shook his head and said: "You underestimate me too much, I don't have such a weird hobby, and I don't want to pollute my own eyes."

"... Then what do you want to do?"

"Do you think Hugo will sit and wait for death?"

"Of course not," Victor said, "If he sits and waits for death, not only us, but Brainiac will also get styes!"

"Indeed, he has to find a way to deal with Jerita."

"Isn't he good at mental manipulation? And that hallucination device, use it quickly!" Victor appeared more anxious than anyone else, as long as he thought about what would happen next, he wished he could rush in and give them both a shot.

"The hallucination device has already been used," Schiller said, "He doesn't have many of these things either, otherwise he would have used them all on me?"

"Then mental manipulation," Victor said, "Isn't this his signature skill? Why doesn't he use it!"

"You are an outsider in this," Schiller smiled and said, "Psychoanalysis doesn't have any conditions for use, basically as long as I see you, or even just heard about your deeds, I can use it, it's just a matter of accuracy. Even if I am encountering some crisis, it doesn't delay my use. But mental manipulation is not."

"First, it needs a relatively safe environment, because it needs to enter the mental field of others. The external environment is not safe enough, and performing this skill in a dangerous environment is very likely to cause damage to one's own mind."

"And, at least for me, the most troublesome thing about mental manipulation isn't that the target has precautions, because it can be broken through conversation. If it really doesn't work, you can also use drug means. The most troublesome thing is that the other party is too excited. Simply put, the reason why mental patients need to be sedated when they have an episode is because at this time, psychologists have no way to manipulate them, even the most powerful ones can't. It is precisely because at this time their mental state is completely chaotic and random, entering their mental field is no different from jumping into a meat grinder."

"So that's how it is," Victor suddenly realized, "Jerita is too excited now, so Hugo can't mentally manipulate him."

"That's right. Jerita is having an episode now. The top priority is to let him calm down. You can use physical means, or chemical means. Hugo should not have prepared chemical means, so he can only use physical means to knock him unconscious."

"This isn't very realistic," Victor said, "Although Hugo is relatively strong among scientists, that Jerita does physical labor. I'm afraid Hugo can't beat him at all, let alone knock him unconscious."

"This is the key," Schiller snapped his fingers lightly, "Ordinary power has no way to subdue the crazy Jerita. Then in order to protect himself, Hugo must use some power that isn't so ordinary."

"Power that isn't so ordinary?" Victor didn't react for a while, but soon he remembered, "Death power?"

Schiller nodded and said: "This is the best time to verify whether he has escaped the control of the mastermind behind the scenes. If he really did something, he absolutely wouldn't dare to use it, because if discovered, his hard-won second life would be taken back. His previous arrangements would all be in vain, and he wouldn't be able to see the day I lose to him."

"Oh my god!" Victor also couldn't help but take out the telescope and look into the room. It must be said that Hugo's physical fitness is indeed good, and he really wasn't caught, but it was almost there. Victor paused and said, "Looking at this, he really doesn't dare to use it."

"Then he has one more choice." Schiller revealed a smile.

"What?"

"Call the police."

Flashing red and blue lights approached from far to near, illuminating the night sky of the North District, which was originally uninhabited. The police car stopped at the gate of the manor, and the police rushed into the manor quickly, pinning Jerita and Hugo to the ground.

Victor breathed a sigh of relief. But when he picked up the telescope to look over again, that little clerk who was unknown had disappeared. The police took Jerita and Hugo away together and stuffed them into the police car.

Victor and Schiller followed behind the police car fleet. On the way to the police station, Victor said: "Brainiac, is there any charge that can accuse Hugo?"

"That depends on whether the victim is willing to stand up," Brainiac said, "As long as there are enough witnesses, the accusation can be established. He will go to court, but if there is a lack of physical evidence, I am afraid it is difficult to sentence him to death."

"So you don't intend to tell us that there will be physical evidence later?" Victor hinted.

"No need," Schiller said, "It is very difficult to manufacture physical evidence of mentally manipulating others. Brainiac doesn't have knowledge in this area, and what is manufactured is easily dismantled by Hugo. Even if I go to manufacture it, I have to give the victims from back then a comprehensive examination, which is really too troublesome."

"Then you intend to..."

"Don't rush. I got him to the police station just to see if there are any flaws in his hypnosis of the little girl. Brainiac, have you brought Novi over?"

"Yes. She is waiting next to the interrogation room and can see Hugo opposite through a one-way glass."

Entering the police station, Schiller and Victor went to the director's office to watch the surveillance. Just as Brainiac said, that little girl Novi was waiting in a single room next to the interrogation room, looking at the room opposite through a one-way glass. When Hugo was brought in, Novi didn't have any reaction, and after waiting for a while, she looked at the nurse next to her with some confusion.

"How is it?" Victor asked.

"Sure enough, it's not that simple. Hugo dared to formulate this plan because he was sure his hypnosis wouldn't show any flaws. What exactly is the key loophole?" Schiller muttered to himself.

"What do you mean?" Victor asked subconsciously, but soon he said, "Forget it, you don't need to explain, even if you explain I won't understand, and it will disturb your thinking."

"There is no perfect hypnosis in this world," Schiller seemed to have entered that focused state again, he said, "Anyone's modification of others' memories can never be perfect. Just like when building a house, you must leave a door, otherwise the workers themselves won't be able to get out. A hypnosis master will shrink the door, turn it into a window, or even a hole, and will also try every means to hide it, so that the patient can't find it."

"Hugo knows that the opponent he is facing isn't a patient, but me. So he must have tried every means to hide this hole very deeply. But no matter how deep it is, it must exist. What could it be?"

"Usually from what aspect to consider?" Victor asked.

Schiller shook his head and said: "In reality, there is no pattern. It might start from the little girl's memory, or it might start from Hugo's. Just looking at it like this, it's completely impossible to judge."

"Wait, you don't mean you want to enter the little girl's memory?"

"Only this way," Schiller turned to look at Victor and said, "The lesion is hidden so deep, it's impossible to have results without performing an open-cavity biopsy."

"Absolutely not," Victor said, "I strongly object. I must emphasize to you that this little girl is very likely a living corpse. Her body hides death power. What is the difference between you entering her mental field and throwing yourself into the net?!"