Chapter 576: All Sewn Up (Part 2)

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

"She is a rich girl who lives in the wealthy area of ​​the South Side, and I am a child born and raised in the East Side. Fortunately, my parents love me and support my education, but usually, I have to be a flower girl and let those rich ladies buy flowers from me to earn some pocket money to supplement my family."

"When I went to the South Side to sell flowers, I met Belena. She is different from other rich girls. She doesn't hate me, nor will she tell me to get out of here. She She seems to be more mature than others and knows how difficult it is for the poor, so she always buys out all my flowers.

"We became very good friends, and she encouraged me to study hard and get into college. Although my grades were not as good as hers, I was admitted to Gotham University in the end. I have made a lot of money recently and sent it back to my family. We have moved out of the East District."

"Belena really helped me a lot. She always secretly subsidized me and gave me all kinds of new things, and then made excuses saying that she didn't like them. This I know all that..."

"I always thought I just envied her, but never envied her, but a few days ago, I don't know why, I... I began to envy her, from the beautiful dress she wore to the gem ring on her hand..."

"When I heard that her fiancé, the guy named Thomas, was imprisoned for murder, I kept gloating. I felt that her beautiful life was going to be ruined, and I even began to feel extremely happy..."

"This negative emotion engulfed me. Every late night, I would cry bitterly. I would think, how could I be such a person, how could I be so dark, obviously I was not like this before..."

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

"But at this time, I began to realize that something was wrong. I felt that I was definitely not that kind of person." Although Angel's face was very weak, her eyes were shining. Her scholarly temperament had begun to gradually emerge. No wonder she could become a capable assistant to the professor of the Department of Physics.

"I started thinking and reasoning from the beginning. When I first met Belena, our family conditions were much different. At that time, I was younger and more immature. If I was jealous, I should have been jealous of her at that time."

"But since I went to college, my mentor has been very good to me. He usually subsidizes me and allows me to participate in some industries invested by gangs to earn extra money. My financial situation has started to get better and better, and I even have a small amount of money on hand to spend on my own."

"What Belena once had, I am also having. It's not that I can't afford a skirt or a jewel ring. I just really don't like those things."

"Moreover, as I mastered more and more knowledge, I began to learn to think calmly and analyze seriously. I was not like those rich ladies in the rich area who felt jealous because someone wore a new dress or a new gem ring. A new research result was more worthy of attention for me."

"After I realized that something was wrong, I began to fight against this emotion, but it was much stronger than I thought. I didn't have the relevant knowledge and couldn't escape this vortex. I really tried my best..." Angel's hands were tightly grasping the sheets, tears flowing down her face, looking very desperate.

"Maybe, I really have a kind of madness, a madness that will never get better..."

"So, you hurt yourself and want them to send you to a mental hospital?" Gordon asked.

Angel shook his head and said, "No, that day, I had already taken the knife and other things and wanted to kill Belena. I could no longer control myself..."

"But my teacher came to me and said that he had a teaching aid that he needed urgently, and asked me to go to the teaching aid storage room immediately to get it for him. I tried to overcome the impulse, but it still lingered in my mind."

"So, I took the knife to the teaching aid room. I thought, when I finished this, I would go kill people..."

"But after arriving at the teaching aid room, looking at the things I had used before, the equipment that had taught me knowledge, I regained some of my rationality. I thought, I must not ruin Belena's life, nor my own life. There is no destiny in this world..." Angel gritted his teeth and said, "So, I started to fight it. It was a powerful beast. I had to kill it to protect both of us..." "I saw it, I'm sure I really saw it! It was a demon beast, a murderer... a terrible monster, black..." Schiller knocked hard on the bed railing. The crisp sound interrupted Angel's hallucination. She lay on the bed, gasping for breath, her neck was full of blue veins and sweat, she stared at the ceiling, looking very stiff. "Wake up, they don't exist, that's your hallucination." Schiller continued to knock on the bed railing.

"I fought it for a long time. I punched it a few times, and it punched me a few times. It tried to strangle me from behind and cover my mouth. I broke free and cut its body with a knife, but it recovered quickly..."

"Finally, I realized that I might not be able to defeat it." An Jing said in a desperate tone: "It got into my body and wanted to control me to kill Belena. I only had one last way to stop it..."

"If it wants to coexist with me, then I will kill myself, so that it will die, at least Belena is safe..."

After saying this, Angel seemed to have lost all her strength. Her voice became lower and lower until she closed her eyes, lay on the bed, her breathing gradually became long, and she slowly fell asleep.

"So, she is really insane?" Gordon asked, looking at Angel's face.

"If we only look at the symptoms she described, it is indeed mental problems that caused all this, but there is a loophole here, that is, his incorrect jealousy of Belena."

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

"But emotions such as anger, jealousy, and hatred rarely lead to such serious mental problems. Once explosive emotions burst out, they are not easy to accumulate in the heart and cause 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. Few people are full of resentment and accusing others. They don't have such full emotions, and they are no longer able to produce such explosive emotions."

"In other words, they don't even have the energy to hate?" Gordon asked.

"That's right. They can't express a variety of emotions like normal people. Emotional disorders are also a manifestation of mental problems. If their emotions are the same as those of ordinary people, they won't be so seriously ill."

"Among all the explosive emotions, the mental problems caused by jealousy should not be so serious. At most, it may trigger anxiety, but it will not be the main cause."

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

"There may be many reasons for this abnormality, but in most cases it is caused by external stimulation. I suspect that someone has guided and amplified this emotion."

"Is there such a method?" Gordon asked.

"Of course. It can be done for normal psychologists, but it's a bit troublesome. For the top people in this industry, it can be said to be easy."

Gordon's eyes gradually changed when he looked at Schiller, but Schiller didn't care. He just stared at Angel's face, as if thinking about something, but at this moment, Angel suddenly sat up from the bed.

"Belena! I'm going to kill you!

!

Belena..."

She began to scream wildly, struggling to sit up from the bed, her face pale, her claws bared, like a demon crawling out of hell.

Gordon hurriedly held her down, but the power possessed by a mental patient who entered an excited state and released muscle restrictions was unimaginable to ordinary people. Gordon could hardly hold down the thin Angel until Schiller took out his umbrella, waved it, and hit Angel's head with a "bang", and then she lay down again.

Schiller stood up, looked at Gordon and said, "Chief 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 darkened. If the previous murder case made him just a little angry, it was because it broke his daily routine, and the other party also cut off the power supply to Gotham University because he wanted to kill people, causing the light bulbs in his office to not light up, affecting Schiller's work.

But now, he was really angry. Of course, it was not because he thought it was wrong to control other people's minds. Schiller was not a superhero. He did not have such a sense of justice. He only regarded this ability as a tool.

But the other side took the same tool and invaded his territory, even without covering it up and swaggering through the city. This was a provocation.

People always have greater hostility towards people who are very similar to themselves, and the same is true in the field of lunatics with antisocial personality.

Schiller leaned back in his chair and took out a bottle of wine. He did not open the cork, but the aroma of the wine was enough to make the people present fall asleep.

As soon as he entered 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 said to him: "Hurry up! Hurry down and stop the green-haired lunatic, he's going crazy again!"

Schiller frowned and walked downstairs with an umbrella. Sure enough, he saw a green-haired figure stomping hard in the corridor, muttering to himself: "Here it comes again... Here it comes again... Another one..."

Schiller frowned, and at this moment, he felt the door of his mind palace being knocked. Schiller walked downstairs and opened the door. Standing outside was the clown Jack.

With a gloomy face, he strode into Schiller's mind palace, then turned around and shouted:

"Another clown is here! Where did he come from?! He dared to run in front of Batman! Oh, he is such a damn unfaithful man, how sad will he make me before he is 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 clown, not Batman, why would I want to kill Batman?"

However, Schiller did not watch his performance. He turned and walked out of the door of the mind palace. After a while, the clown Schiller also walked down. He and Jack looked at the door shoulder to shoulder.

This huge door, which always opened only a crack, was completely opened at this time. A huge bow came in. Schiller stood on the bow and said:

"The actual battle is about to begin, everyone is in place!"

The two clowns opened their mouths wide, and before they could make a sound, they were drowned by the endless Schiller waves.

With the sound of a low horn, the ship sailing in the consciousness space set sail.

Ten minutes later, in the dreamland, the horn sounded suddenly.

"Bang!

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!"

The elves floating in the clouds looked at the bed in front of them in shock, and above the bed, Morpheus, the god of dreams, who was still sleeping, holding the quilt, and staring with eyes wide open.