Chapter 581: All Sewn Up (Part 3)

"Belena and I are very good friends. We knew each other when we were young and were admitted to Cat Getan University together."

"She is a rich girl living in the wealthy area of the South District, while I am a child born and raised in the East District. Fortunately, my parents love me quite a bit and support my studies, but usually, I also have to be a flower girl, letting those wealthy ladies buy flowers from me to earn some pocket money to subsidize the family."

"Just when I went to the South District to sell flowers, I met Belena. She was different from other rich girls. She didn't hate me, nor would she tell me to get lost. She seemed more mature than others, knowing how difficult it was for the poor, so every time she would buy all my flowers."

"We became very good friends, and it was she who encouraged me to study hard and get into college. Although my grades weren't as good as hers, I eventually got into Cat Getan University, and I've earned quite a bit of money recently, sending it back home. Our family has already moved out of the East District."

"Belena really helped me a lot. She secretly subsidized me every time, giving me all kinds of brand-new things, and then making excuses that she didn't like them. I knew all of this..."

"I always felt that I just admired her, but I would never be jealous of her. But just a few days ago, I don't know why, I... I started to be jealous of her, from the beautiful dresses she wore to the gemstone rings on her hands..."

"When I heard that her fiancé, that guy named Thomas, was imprisoned for murder, I kept stealing joy. I felt that her beautiful life was going to be ruined. I even started to feel incomparably happy..."

"This negative emotion engulfed me. Whenever it was late at night, I would cry bitterly. I would think, how could I be such a person? How could I be so dark? I clearly wasn't like this before..."

"Until a few days ago, this situation became more and more serious. I started wanting to kill Belena, and I couldn't even wait for a second. I bought a knife, prepared a rope, and even thought of the location..."

"But at this time, I started to notice something was wrong. I felt that I was definitely not that kind of person." Although Angel's complexion was very weak, her eyes were shining. Her scholarly temperament had begun to gradually reveal itself. No wonder she could become the capable assistant of the physics professor.

"I started to think, reasoning from the beginning. When I first met Belena, the family conditions of the two of us were even more different, and at that time, I was younger and my mind was less mature. If I were to be jealous, I should have been jealous of her at that time."

"However, since I started college, my mentor has been very good to me. He usually subsidizes me and lets me participate in some industries invested in by gangs, so I can earn extra money. My economic situation has started to get better and better, and I even have a small amount of money in my hands that I can control myself."

"Those things Belena once had, I am also having. It's not that I can't afford dresses, nor can I not afford gemstone rings, it's just that I really don't like those things."

"And, as I mastered more and more knowledge, I started to learn to think calmly and analyze seriously. I wouldn't be like those wealthy ladies in the wealthy area, feeling jealous because someone wore a new dress or brought a new gemstone ring. A new research result is more worthy of attention to me."

"After I realized something was wrong, I started to fight against this emotion, but it was much more powerful than I imagined. I didn't have relevant knowledge and couldn't escape from this whirlpool. I really tried my best..." Angel's hands gripped the sheets tightly, tears flowing down her face, appearing very desperate.

"Perhaps, I really have a crazy illness, a crazy illness that won't get better..."

"So, you self-harmed, wanting them to send you to a mental hospital?" Gordon asked.

Angel shook her head and said: "No, that day, I had already taken the knife and other things, wanting to go and kill Belena. I had completely lost control of myself..."

"But, my teacher came to me, saying he had a teaching tool that was urgently needed, and asked me to go to the teaching tool storage room immediately to help him get it. I tried hard to overcome that urge, but it still lingered in my mind."

"So, I took that knife and went to the teaching room. I thought, when I finish this, I'll go and kill her..."

"But, after arriving at the teaching room, looking at those things I had used before, those instruments that had taught me knowledge, I regained a part of my reason. I thought, I absolutely cannot ruin Belena's life, nor can I ruin my own life. There has never been any fate in this world..."

Angel gritted her teeth and said: "So, I started to fight with it. It was a powerful giant beast. I had to kill it to protect the two of us..."

"I saw it! I am sure I really saw it! That was a demonic beast, a murderer... a terrifying monster, black..."

Schiller knocked hard on the bed rail. The crisp sound interrupted Angel's hallucination. She lay on the bed, gasping for air, her neck full of blue veins and sweat. She stared at the ceiling with her eyes wide open, appearing very catatonic.

"Wake up, they don't exist, that's your hallucination." Schiller continued to knock on the bed rail.

"I fought with it for a long time. I gave it a few punches, and it gave me a few punches. It wanted to choke my neck from behind and cover my mouth. I broke free. I used the knife to cut its body, but it recovered quickly..."

"Finally, I realized that I might not be able to defeat it." Angel said in a desperate tone: "It crawled into my body, wanting to control me to kill Belena. I only have one last way to stop it..."

"If it wants to coexist with me, then I will kill myself, so it will die too. At least Belena will be safe..."

After saying these things, Angel seemed to have lost all her strength. Her voice became lower and lower, until she closed her eyes, lay on the bed, and her breathing gradually became long, slowly falling into a coma.

"So, she really is mentally deranged?" Gordon looked at Angel's face and asked.

"If we only look at these symptoms she mentioned, it is indeed a mental problem that caused all of this. However, there is a loophole in this, and that is her incorrect jealous emotion toward Belena."

"Generally speaking, the emotions that cause mental problems in patients are inward, such as excessive self-focus, inferiority, sadness, feeling that one is dispensable, not being accepted by society, etc..."

"But emotions like anger, jealousy, and hatred rarely cause such serious mental problems. Explosive emotions, as long as they explode, are not easy to accumulate in the heart, causing so many problems."

"It's like when listening to the confessions of many patients, most of them are depicting themselves, telling their own sadness and helplessness. Very few people will accuse others full of hatred. They don't have such full emotions; they no longer have the strength to produce such explosive emotions."

"That is the so-called, not even having the strength to hate?" Gordon asked.

"That's right. They cannot express various emotions like normal people. Emotional disorder is also a manifestation of mental problems. If their joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness were the same as normal people, they actually wouldn't be so seriously ill."

"And among all explosive emotions, the mental problems caused by jealousy shouldn't be so serious. At most, it might trigger anxiety disorder, but it wouldn't be the main cause."

"What do you think is going on?" Gordon asked.

"There might be many reasons for this abnormality, but in the vast majority of cases, it is caused by external stimulation. I suspect someone guided and amplified this emotion."

"Is there such a method?" Gordon asked.

"Of course. It can also be done by normal psychiatrists, it's just a bit troublesome. And for those at the top of this industry, it can be called easy."

Gordon's look at Schiller gradually changed, but Schiller didn't care. He just stared at Angel's face, seemingly thinking about something. But just at this moment, Angel suddenly sat up from the bed.

"Belena! I want to kill you!

Belena..."

She started to scream crazily, struggling to sit up from the bed, her face pale, baring fangs and brandishing claws, just like an evil ghost crawling up from hell.

Gordon hurriedly held her down. However, the strength possessed by a mental patient who has entered an excited state and lifted muscle restrictions is unimaginable to ordinary people. Gordon almost couldn't hold down the thin Angel, until Schiller took out his umbrella, waved it, and hit Angel on the head with a "bang," making her lie back down again.

Schiller stood up, looked at Gordon, and said: "Sheriff Gordon, please go back to the police station first. Leave this to me. I will thoroughly investigate her mental problems."

After Gordon left, Schiller's face sank. If the previous murder case only made him slightly angry because it broke his daily routine, and the other party also made Cat Getan University lose power because they wanted to kill someone, causing the light bulbs in his office to not light up, affecting Schiller's work.

But now, he was truly angry. Of course, this wasn't because he felt that controlling others' minds was wrong. Schiller wasn't some superhero; he didn't have this sense of justice. He only viewed this ability as a tool.

But the person opposite was holding the same tool, invading his territory, and even doing it openly and brazenly. This was a provocation.

People always have greater hostility toward those who are similar to them. It is the same in the field of sociopathic lunatics.

Schiller leaned on the chair and took out a bottle of wine. He didn't open the stopper, but the drifting wine aroma was enough to make everyone present enter a dream.

Just after entering his own Mind Palace, Schiller heard a chaotic sound coming from downstairs. He saw Schiller in a white coat running up in a hurry and saying to him: "Hurry! Hurry down and stop that green-haired lunatic. He's starting to go crazy again!"

Schiller frowned, carrying his umbrella, and walked downstairs. Sure enough, he saw a green-haired figure stomping his feet hard in the corridor, muttering to himself: "It's here again... it's here again... it's another one..."

Schiller frowned, and just at this moment, he felt the door of his Mind Palace being knocked. Schiller walked downstairs, opened the door, and standing outside was Joker Jack.

He had a gloomy face and strode into Schiller's Mind Palace, then turned back and shouted loudly:

"Another Joker has come! Where did this country bumpkin come from?! He actually dares to run in front of Batman! Oh, this damn unfaithful man, how much more sadness does he want me to have before he's willing to give up?!"

"One after another! How many does he want to be satisfied?? I want to kill him... chop him into pieces... no! No! I'm talking about that damn Joker, not Batman. How could I want to kill Batman?"

However, Schiller didn't watch his performance. He turned and walked out of the door of the Mind Palace. After a while, Joker Schiller also walked down. He and Jack stood shoulder to shoulder looking at the door.

This huge door, which was always only opened by a crack, was completely opened at this moment. A huge ship's bow poked in. Schiller stood on the bow and said:

"The actual combat is about to begin, everyone in position!"

The two Jokers opened their mouths wide, and before they could make a sound, they were submerged by the endless tide of Schillers.

Accompanied by the sound of a low horn, this huge ship sailing in the consciousness space set sail.

Ten minutes later, in the Dream Realm, the horn sounded suddenly.

"Bang!

The little fairies floating in the clouds looked in shock at a bed that appeared before their eyes, and above the bed, the Dream God Morpheus, who was still maintaining his sleeping posture, clutching the quilt, and staring with wide eyes. ===== CHAPTER 582 =====