Chapter 804: How Schiller Cracked at the Beginning (Part 1)

It was another silent night in Cat Getan. In the cold corridor of the hospital, only the shallow footprints left on the tile floor told of the busyness during the day and the silence of the night.

In a city that is always exceptionally noisy due to the sound of gunfire, the hospital is still quiet. Injured people lick their wounds here silently before they can face the dangers outside again.

A hand gripped the doorknob of the ward. With a light twist, the sound of the door opening did not cover the slight vibration of the instruments. Papers turned lightly. Victor, who was standing at the bedside looking at the report, looked at Schiller who came in and said: "What did the attending physician say? How is the drug adaptation?"

Schiller looked at the report in his hand. A drug reaction data on it made him feel a bit familiar.

Connors once told him what kind of data meant that the lizard serum could take effect, and the good news was that this string of numbers was just within the effective range.

Schiller came to the hospital bed and looked at Bruce lying on the hospital bed. Now, he was unrecognizable.

The burns from the warehouse fire hadn't healed yet before he was splashed with chemical agents, and then he went through wind and sun without receiving perfect treatment, causing the wounds to further infect and deteriorate.

And even more terrifying was that he later fell into a barrel of chemical dye. Most of the hair on his whole body had been corroded away, and his skin had become a rough surface like a zombie.

This image was very scary. After the epidermis was corroded, the subcutaneous fat, muscles, and tendons were intertwined. He became the kind of "muscle man" in anatomy textbooks, but even more terrifying than that.

Now Bruce no longer had that handsome appearance. Youth, strength, and beauty had all disappeared without a trace with that fall. His flesh had subsided, like a bat stuck on a mouse board. In order to take off again, he had to peel off his own epidermis.

But Victor and Schiller didn't see this appearance. Through this terrible appearance, they saw the soul that was gradually waking up.

The powerful force radiating from it made Victor feel astonished, and also made Schiller silently draw a cross for another laughing Batman in his heart.

May God bless him, Schiller thought. A Batman infected by Joker virus who only laughed out loud could never defeat a Batman who truly wanted to laugh.

Schiller subconsciously reached out and touched the side of his neck, and Victor's gaze fell between his fingers as he moved. He saw a shallow scar there.

Since Victor had known Schiller, there had always been such a scar on the side of his neck. This actually made Victor feel very puzzled, because he didn't think anyone in this city could hurt Schiller.

But Schiller never talked about it, as if it wasn't an accident that could be laughed off. Standing in front of the hospital bed, Victor spoke again: "Schiller, can you tell me what's going on? I don't think you would be someone who abuses students. How on earth did Bruce become like this?"

"Victor, do you want to hear a story?" Schiller stood in front of the hospital bed, looking into Victor's eyes through the soft light emitted by the spotlight at the top of the ward, and said: "A story about arrogance and prejudice?"

Schiller lowered his eyelids and looked at the monster lying on the bed, saying: "When Bruce first came to school to report, he was far from as strong as he appeared. Until today, it is still the same."

"He has been relying on bluffing to strengthen his confidence that he can complete his revenge. I really don't like dealing with such people..."

Victor thought for a while and said: "Indeed, if a person is so paranoid that he can even deceive himself, it will definitely evolve into a strong demand for others to cooperate with his ideas. He must be too deep into the play to wake up."

"I have a deep understanding of this..." Victor showed a sad expression and said: "In those most desperate days, I told myself that my wife would definitely wake up, she would definitely wake up, she would definitely recover."

"If anyone cast a sympathetic look at me, comforted me, or told me to mourn, I would have the urge to kill them, because they were poking at this fantasy of mine, and I was living on this fantasy."

Schiller sighed slightly and said: "At that time, I thought my refusal of Bruce's behavior was out of my own emotions, a conclusion obtained through some rational analysis. But I didn't realize that from that time on, some terrible things happened."

Victor opened his eyes slightly and looked at Schiller, not knowing what kind of thing would be called a terrible thing by him.

"You should know that I am not a Cat Getan local. Since coming to this city, I have felt dull, boring, and very bored."

"And when Bruce appeared in front of me and asked me a question, I heard a series of laughter ringing in my heart, but at that time, I didn't realize the seriousness of the problem..."

Schiller paused slightly and then said: "You might know that I have always suffered from mental illness, including congenital autism, anxiety caused by acquired reasons, and some obsessive-compulsive manifestations."

Victor was hearing for the first time that Schiller admitted he was a mental patient, but he had actually known this for a long time.

Schiller's daily behavioral habits were indeed a bit abnormal, but in Cat Getan, this didn't count for much, so it wouldn't attract too much attention.

But Schiller seemed to have been avoiding this fact. He didn't want to talk about his own mental condition.

Victor could understand. No matter how well you learn the theory and how rich your experience is, a doctor cannot heal himself, because a doctor is also a human being and has weaknesses. They don't want to face their own illness.

And now, Victor was hearing Schiller talk about his mental condition for the first time, uncovering the doubts Victor had always had.

"I don't know if you know anything about Savant syndrome, but since I have memories, my mental world has been different from others."

Schiller tapped the guardrail of the hospital bed with his fingers, making a crisp sound, and said: "Of course, I only knew this later. I only knew later that the mental world of normal people is chaotic and disordered, and the way they think is completely different from mine..."

"They check memories not by going down the stairs, finding the time labels on the files, and taking out the folders to watch carefully, but by using a more hazy and chaotic method to remember what they have experienced, and some are even lost by them."

Schiller squeezed the guardrail with his hand and used a little force. Victor captured the details of this action and said: "If you really don't want to recall, then don't think about it anymore. Let's talk about other problems."

Schiller shook his head and continued: "When I was very young, I once saw other children building blocks. I thought it was very interesting, so I used some memory fragments to build a block tower in my mental world for the first time."

"That tower was very small, swaying, and collapsed at a touch. But in the days that followed, I had nothing else to do, so I tried repeatedly to make more blocks and build a higher tower."

"At that time, I was driven by instinct and didn't know what I was doing. I just thought it was very interesting and didn't feel the danger hidden in it."

"I just wanted a more magnificent tower, so I made more blocks and reached higher places. But I think you should know that blocks always have a day of collapse."

Victor understood Schiller's metaphor. After all, he had also read Schiller's thesis on the Palace of Thought, so he asked: "In your childhood, you built a block tower that you couldn't control, so one day, that tower collapsed. What happened after that?"

Schiller was silent for a long time and said: "The accident in the real world didn't happen on the day the tower collapsed. All this had signs long ago."

"When I built the tower higher and higher, I found that I began to have stronger memory ability, able to remember the details of every daily life, photographic memory, and recite backward. And because my spirit itself was not normal, I didn't consciously cover up all this."

Victor had a bad premonition and asked: "You revealed your genius traits, and then?"

Victor discovered that when Schiller narrated all this, he would always habitually pause for a long time. He seemed to be trying to skip some experiences, or rather, he was screening what could be said.

After another while, Schiller continued: "Traits that are different from most ordinary people in this society will always be easily noticed. My life state has undergone some changes. Originally, this was nothing, but after the block tower collapsed, things became difficult to control."

"Did your spirit collapse?" Victor asked.

"Worse than that." Schiller lowered his head and looked at his fingers, saying: "I am just an ordinary person. The human brain has an upper limit. Thinking is always limited by bandwidth and cannot be expanded infinitely."

"I made the information I obtained into one block after another. In order to build the blocks higher, my personality climbed up along the block tower, just to put the next block on the top."

"If the block tower represents the various information I obtained, then the ground represents my mental foundation. And obviously, my mental stability is not that high."

"So, one day, there was an earthquake."

Victor's fingers holding the notebook used a little force. He looked at Schiller and didn't see any special expression on his face, but this matter was obviously not as relaxed as he said.

Converting these symbolic metaphors into more direct concepts made this matter even more terrifying.

A genius born with Savant syndrome, possessing photographic memory and learning ability, one day, his mental world completely collapsed. That could cause many terrifying consequences.

"The ground cracking and the tower collapsing are actually not important..." Schiller shook his head and said: "What's important is that my personality fell from the top... and shattered."

Victor was dumbfounded. ===== CHAPTER 805 =====