Chapter 4555: Day of White (21)

"You can't find them anymore," Schiller said with a smile, the smile not hiding much malice, so it didn't look like schadenfreude.

"Back to the starting point," Schiller continued, "Although your appearance has now returned to youth, it is clear that you are already over fifty. Your ability and experience dictate that you can never return to the ignorant and naive time of youth. And you already have children. You are already at the age to lead them."

Mentioning children, Deathstroke showed a look of recollection. Then he heard Schiller continue: "Many parents in this world are like this. They look like mature adults, forming families and raising children. But in reality, the problems they haven't solved themselves are also many. Thus, intergenerational trauma is continuously passed down, leading to the same tragedies in different eras."

This made Deathstroke think of his father. After receiving human modification, the perfectly developed brain allowed him to recall many details of his childhood. That man was clearly very immature, forming a family too early, not wanting to take responsibility, wantonly venting violence, and knowing nothing else.

Thinking about it now, he was also a loser who lost all battles. And his failure led to Deathstroke's failure. This made Deathstroke feel some panic, because he didn't know if his failure had been transmitted to his children.

"What should I do?" Deathstroke asked.

"Remember what I said? The most important thing is not to forget that those are all yourself. Society's discipline doesn't work on you, what's so bad about that?"

"Just as you guessed, excessive indulgence almost killed me," Deathstroke said, "I don't want to come again. But it's hard to ensure whether I will lose control again."

"You don't look like someone who would fear death," Schiller said, "I guess it's something else. Your son?"

Deathstroke didn't answer. So Schiller said: "It seems you are very worried about him. This proves that he has some traits that make you worry. I am more curious about one thing, you said your children didn't recognize you. How is this possible?"

"What's impossible about it, I became too young, and don't look like I used to at all..."

"So your children only recognize you by your appearance?"

"That's not it either. It's just that Joseph is a bit... not very calm." Deathstroke looked a bit headache-prone, and then he suddenly realized the transmission of intergenerational trauma—the person who made him young, was it to achieve this goal?

This is not impossible. Because as Joseph grew older, he gradually realized that his father was not normal. Although Deathstroke tried his best to avoid displaying violent traits within the family, he would not even speak loudly to his wife and children. However, his emphasis on molding himself into a synonym for violence, while helpful for his work, also caused him to contract some habits that could not be broken. The factor of violence was carved into his bones. Joseph would sooner or later notice that something was wrong, just as Deathstroke had noticed that his own father was not right back then. They might make the same choice.

This is absolutely unacceptable. Deathstroke took a deep breath; was the person who made him young trying to achieve this goal?

"The history of patriarchal society is a spiral of Oedipus complex and patricide complex," Schiller said, "You can't accept this, is it fear of death, or fear that Joseph cannot accept his own sin?"

"Perhaps both," Deathstroke said, "I can't accept dying at my son's hands, and I also know very well that he can't accept it either."

He crushed the beer can, looked at Schiller and said: "Well, let's skip those formalities. Tell me what to do."

"If it cannot be saved, and a certain failure cannot be accepted, then you can only try to fail in another way," Schiller smiled, his voice lowered, and said word by word, "Perhaps, you can not drag your son down?"

Deathstroke was like being poured a basin of cold water on his head. He gripped the sword hilt violently, realizing what Schiller wanted to do to him—this is a kind of hypnosis, the purpose is to incite him to commit suicide.

No, compared to serious incitement, it's more like pure teasing.

Deathstroke simply couldn't curb his anger. Whether he is a killer whale or a train head, if he doesn't hack him into meat paste, he is not Wilson!

He slashed down with his sword. Schiller rolled, one shoulder hit the wall, and the crack in his scapula hadn't healed yet. When severe pain came, Schiller showed a blank expression, looking at Deathstroke who was furious in the center of the room.

"What are you doing?!" Schiller shouted, "Are you trying to kill me?"

He took out his handgun, clearly intending to defend himself. And Deathstroke, before slashing the second sword, keenly noticed that Schiller seemed to have changed back.

"What the hell are you doing?!!!" Deathstroke's roar was deafening, "I'll kill you if you don't answer in three seconds!!!"

"This is a long story." Schiller stretched out his hand and said, "You calm down, I'll make a long story short. I have dissociative identity disorder. That was my other personality just now..."

"Make the excuse round in the next life! Look at the sword!!!"

The living room, which had already been ruined, was now even more of a mess. Deathstroke's sword light filled the whole room, so Schiller could only hide on the chandelier. It wasn't that Deathstroke couldn't come up, mainly because Schiller was still holding that revolver.

"I know this sounds like an excuse," Schiller said, "But it's really not. Don't you think that guy doesn't look like me?"

Deathstroke slashed around, not calming down, but even more annoyed. He stood underneath, looked up at Schiller and said: "You wouldn't make up such a big pile of words just to tease me, would you?!"

"That's not made up," Schiller said, "The theories are all correct, just deconstructed and reorganized. It's similar to kneading different theories together. And this can't be blamed entirely on me, who told you to insist on talking to me."

Deathstroke wanted to give him another sword, but he suddenly realized a problem, that is, how did Schiller get his information?

In fact, Deathstroke would want to believe it was true, because Schiller stated his information very accurately. To say names or something, it might be possible to check, but some things are only known to himself. For example, he once killed his father; this matter even his father didn't know, because he pushed him down from behind. Let alone others.

This is information that cannot be found through external forces, and even mind reading is impossible. Deathstroke once encountered criminal superhumans with this ability, such as Hugo, such as Lilith Omen who had intersections with the Teen Titans. But none of them pointed this out. If they knew, they would definitely not be stingy about using this to attack him.

Deathstroke's brain is very fully developed, almost reaching the human limit. There are many things he can do, such as encrypting certain memories, or designing a brain maze that even Batman cannot break through in a short time. Otherwise, he wouldn't easily provoke Batman's assistant.

But when facing Schiller, these didn't work. He didn't find any signs of being read. So how on earth did he know?

And before, he clearly didn't lift his mask, Schiller absolutely couldn't see his lip movements, so how did he talk to himself?

"You put the sword down first," Schiller said, "And then I can introduce myself in a little more detail."

Curiosity about Schiller still outweighed everything else. Deathstroke put away his sword and sat on the sofa angrily. Schiller jumped down, also went to get a beer from the refrigerator, and sat opposite him.

"Dissociative identity disorder," he said, "This is the academic name for personality split. I am not a typical patient with dissociative identity disorder, but I do have this characteristic. My different personality traits are good at different things. They usually act like that one."

"That one?"

"I relatively hastily divided all my traits into two factions."

"Which two factions?"

"Me and the others." Schiller opened the beer can, took a sip of beer, and then said, "I think I am normal. Unfortunately, I am in the minority."

"Then what's going on with those others? Do they have mind reading?"

"Psychoanalysis, actually." Schiller paused and said, "Of course, this is when they are in good condition. The fact that they are in bad condition leads to us being in better condition is a common problem. They can see more."

Then Deathstroke realized that the "seeing the entire Arab world" that Schiller said before wasn't nonsense after carsickness. He could really see it.

Deathstroke covered his eyes. Compared to this ability, becoming a killer whale was not unacceptable, and even a train head equipped with a missile launcher looked pleasing to the eye.

"I admit this is my revenge," Schiller said, "But it's not aimed at you, but at him, because I just messed up all his work, not only breaking the temperature control device of the entire Egyptian Museum, but also stuffing his immediate boss into a mummy's coffin."

"What???" Deathstroke had a head full of question marks again.

"It's like this," Schiller tried to organize his language, trying to explain this weird situation, "There are two of me in this world. One is in front of you, one is in Cairo. Just now our souls swapped positions. I became him, he became me."

Schiller paused and continued: "If there are no accidents, it is highly likely, I can basically determine, and you cannot refute, that all the trouble we are encountering now might have been caused by him."

"I..." Deathstroke was speechless, and then he had to evaluate truthfully, "This is the most fucking weird thing I've encountered in my life. What the hell are you doing?!!!"

"It's a bit complicated to say. Have you heard of Zeus?"

Deathstroke's gaze became more and more unkind, so Schiller had to open his mouth: "Zeus and the Amazon Queen have a daughter, named Diana Prince. She joined the Justice League. And the Justice League is facing some trouble. There are clues they are looking for on that mural. I was hired by her to go find it."

"But another group of people doesn't want the Justice League to find this mural, or rather, doesn't want them to get clues easily. So they took that mural away."

"I know all this," Deathstroke said, "I'm asking, why are you dealing with yourself?"

"'Self-confrontation'." Schiller said, "I said those theories weren't made up. This kind of thing can indeed appear. It's just that most people only complete it at the spiritual level. And the movement of my self-confrontation—was a little bit bigger."

Schiller stretched out two fingers to make a "tiny bit" gesture. And Deathstroke saw the entire universe there. ===== CHAPTER 4556 =====