Chapter 581

"Belanna and I were very good friends. We knew each other when we were young and were admitted to Gotham University together."

"She is a rich young lady living in the wealthy district of the South District, and I, I am a child born and raised in the East District. Fortunately, my parents loved me quite a bit and supported my studies. But usually, I also had to be a flower girl, letting those rich 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 Belanna. She was different from other rich young ladies. 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 two 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 Gotham University, and recently I earned quite a bit of money and sent it back home. Our family has already moved out of the East District."

"Belanna really helped me a lot. She secretly subsidized me every time, gave me all kinds of brand-new things, and then made excuses saying they were things she didn't like. I knew all of this..."

"I always felt I just envied 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 ring on her hand..."

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

"This negative emotion engulfed me. Every time 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? It clearly wasn't like this before..."

"Until a few days ago, this situation became more and more serious. I started wanting to kill Belanna, 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 such a person." Although Angel's complexion was very weak, her eyes were shining. The scholarly temperament on her body had begun to gradually reveal itself. No wonder she could become the capable assistant of a physics professor.

"I started to think, deducing from the beginning. At the beginning, when Belanna and I met, our family conditions 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 Belanna 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 rich ladies in the wealthy district, 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 stronger than I imagined. I didn't have relevant knowledge and couldn't escape this vortex. I really tried my best..." Angel's hands gripped the sheets tightly, and tears flowed down her face, appearing very desperate.

"Maybe, I really got a kind of madness, a madness 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 kill Belanna. I had already completely lost control of myself..."

"However, my teacher found me, saying he had a teaching tool he was in a hurry to use, and asked me to go to the storage room for teaching tools 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 tool room. I thought, when I finish this, I will go kill..."

"However, after arriving at the teaching tool room, looking at those things I once used, those instruments that had taught me knowledge, I regained a part of my reason. I thought, I absolutely cannot ruin Belanna'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. That was a powerful giant beast. I must kill it to protect the two of us..."

"I saw it. I am sure I really saw it! That was an evil 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, panting heavily, 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 drilled into my body, wanting to control me to kill Belanna. I only had one last way to stop it..."

"If it wants to coexist with me, then I will kill myself. That way it will die too. At least Belanna 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 asked, looking at Angel's face.

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

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

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

"Just like when listening to the confessions of many patients, most of them are describing 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 disorders are also a manifestation of mental problems. If their joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness were the same as ordinary people, then 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, 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. For a normal psychiatrist, it can also be done, just a bit troublesome. And for the top people in this industry, it can be called easy."

Gordon's gaze 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.

"Belanna! I want to kill you!

Belanna..."

She began to shout 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," only then letting her lie back down.

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 regular daily life, and the other party also caused a power outage at Gotham University because they wanted to kill, causing the light bulb in his office to not light up, affecting Schiller's office work.

But now, he was really 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 opponent holding the same tool, invading his territory, and even not covering up at all, swaggering through the streets, this was a provocation.

People always have greater hostility toward peers who are very similar to themselves. The same is true in the field of antisocial personality lunatics.

Schiller leaned on the chair and then 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 entering his own mind palace, Schiller heard a chaotic sound coming from downstairs. He saw Schiller wearing 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 walking 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... another one..."

Schiller frowned, and just at this moment, he felt the door of his mind palace being knocked. Schiller walked downstairs, and after opening the door, standing outside was Joker Jack.

He had a gloomy face, strode into Schiller's mind palace, and then turned back, shouting loudly:

"Another Joker has come! Where did this country bumpkin come from?! Actually daring to run in front of Batman! Oh, this damn heartless man, how much more sadness does he want to make me feel 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 only ever opened 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 wave of Schillers.

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

Ten minutes later, in the dream realm, the sound of a horn suddenly rang out.

"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 in a sleeping posture, clutching the quilt, and staring with wide eyes.