Chapter 801: How Schiller Was Split (Part 1)

It was another silent night in Gotham. In the deserted corridor of the hospital, only the shallow footprints left on the tile floor told of the hustle and bustle during the day and the silence at night.

In such a city that is always particularly noisy because of the sound of gunfire, the hospital is still quiet. The injured people lick their wounds here silently before they can face the dangers outside again.

One hand held the door handle of the ward door and twisted it gently. The sound of the door opening did not cover the slight vibration of the instrument. The paper flipped lightly. Victor, who was standing at the head of the bed reading the report, looked at Schiller who came in and said, "What did the attending doctor say? How is the drug adaptation?"

Schiller looked at the report in his hand. A drug reaction data on it made him feel a little 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 included in the effective range.

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

The burns from the warehouse fire had not healed yet, but he was splashed with chemicals, and then he was exposed to the wind and sun without receiving adequate treatment, which led to further infection and deterioration of the wound.

What was even more terrifying was that he fell into a barrel of chemical dyes, and most of the hair on his body had been corroded, and his skin became a rough surface like a zombie.

This image was very scary. After the epidermis was corroded, the subcutaneous fat, muscles and tendons were entangled together, and he became the kind of muscular man in the anatomy textbook, but even more terrifying than that.

Bruce no longer had that handsome appearance. His youth, strength and beauty disappeared with the fall. His body sank, like a bat stuck on a mousetrap, and had to peel off its skin in order to take off again.

But neither Victor nor Schiller saw this appearance. They saw the soul that was gradually awakening through this terrible appearance.

The powerful power emanating from it surprised Victor, and Schiller silently drew a cross for the other smiling bat in his heart.

May God bless him, Schiller thought, a Batman who laughs only after being infected by the Joker virus will never be able to defeat a Batman who really wants to laugh.

Schiller subconsciously reached out and touched the side of his neck, and Victor followed his movements and looked between his fingers. He saw a shallow scar there.

Since Victor met Schiller, he has always had such a scar on the side of his neck, which actually made Victor very confused, because he didn't think anyone in this city could hurt Schiller.

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

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

Schiller lowered his eyes and looked at the monster lying on the bed. He said: "When Bruce reported to school on the first day, he was far less powerful than he showed, and it is still the same today."

"He has been relying on bluffing to strengthen his confidence in completing his revenge. I don't like dealing with such people..."

Victor thought for a while and said: "Indeed, if a person is so paranoid that he can deceive himself, If he goes, it will definitely turn into a strong demand for others to cooperate with his ideas. He must be too deep into the play to not wake up. "

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

"If someone casts a sympathetic look at me, comforts me, and asks me to mourn, I will have an impulse to kill him, because he is puncturing my fantasy, and I survive on this fantasy."

Schiller sighed slightly and said: "At that time, I thought that my rejection of Bruce's behavior was out of my own emotions and the conclusion obtained after some rational analysis, but I didn't realize that from that time on, something terrible 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 native of Gotham. Since I came to this city, I have felt dull and boring."

"When Bruce appeared in front of me and asked me a question, I heard a series of laughter in my heart, but at that time, I did not realize the seriousness of the problem..."

Schiller paused for a moment, then said: "You may know that I have been suffering from mental illness, including congenital autism, anxiety caused by acquired reasons, and some compulsive manifestations."

It was the first time that Victor heard Schiller admit that he was a mental patient, but he actually knew it a long time ago.

Schiller's daily behavior is indeed a bit abnormal, but it's nothing in Gotham, so it won't attract much attention.

But Schiller seems to have been avoiding this fact, and he is unwilling to talk about his mental condition.

Victor can understand that no matter how good the theory is or how rich the experience is, doctors will not be able to treat themselves, because doctors are also human beings, they also have weaknesses, and they are unwilling to face their own illnesses.

And now, for the first time, Victor heard Schiller take the initiative to talk about his mental condition, which revealed Victor's long-standing doubts.

"I don't know if you know anything about savant syndrome, but my spiritual world has been different from others since I can remember." Schiller tapped the guardrail of the bed with his fingers, making a crisp sound. He said, "Of course, I only found out later. I only found out later that the spiritual world of normal people is chaotic and disordered, and the way they think is completely different from me..." "When they check their memories, they don't go down the stairs, look for the time labels on the files, and take out the folders to look at them carefully. Instead, they use a more hazy and chaotic method to remember what they have experienced, and some of them have even been lost by them." Schiller gently squeezed the hand holding the guardrail, and Victor caught this movement. When asked about the details of the work, he said, "If you really don't want to recall, then don't think about it anymore. Let's talk about other issues." Schiller shook his head and continued, "When I was very young, I saw other children playing with building blocks. I thought it was very interesting, so for the first time in my spiritual world, I used some memory fragments to build a building block tower." "The tower was very small, shaky, and ready to collapse, but in the days that followed, I had nothing else to do, so I repeatedly tried to make more building 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 interesting and didn't feel the danger in it. " "I just wanted a more magnificent tower, so I made more building blocks to reach higher places, but I think you should know that building blocks will always collapse one day. ”

Victor understood Schiller’s metaphor. After all, he had read Schiller’s paper on the Palace of Mind, so he asked: “When you were a child, you built a tower of building blocks that you couldn’t control. Then one day, the tower collapsed. What happened after that?”

Schiller was silent for a long time. He said: “Accidents in the real world don’t happen on the day the tower collapses. There are signs of this.”

“As I built the tower higher and higher, I found that I began to have a stronger memory. I could remember every detail of my daily life. I could remember everything by heart. Because my mind was not normal, I didn’t consciously cover it up. ”

Victor had a bad feeling. He asked: “You showed your genius, and then what? "

Victor found that when Schiller was narrating all this, he would always habitually pause for a long time. He seemed to be trying to skip some of his experiences, or to identify what he could say.

After a while, Schiller continued: "The characteristics that are different from most ordinary people in this society are always easy to detect. My life has changed a little. Originally, this was nothing, but after the collapse of the building block tower, things became difficult to control. "

"Did you have a mental breakdown?" Victor asked.

"It's worse than that." Schiller looked down at his fingers and said, "I'm 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 got into building blocks one by one. In order to build the building blocks higher, my personality climbed up the building block tower just to put the next building block on the top. "

"If the building block tower represents the various types of information I have obtained, then the ground represents my spiritual foundation, and obviously, my mental stability is not that high. ”

“So, one day, there was an earthquake.”

Victor’s fingers holding the notebook exerted a little force. He looked at Schiller and didn’t see any special expression on his face, but it was obviously not as easy as he said.

Transforming these symbolic metaphors into more direct concepts, this matter became even more terrifying.

A genius born with savant syndrome, with super memory and learning ability, one day, his spiritual world completely collapsed, which may cause many terrible consequences.

“The ground cracked, the tower collapsed, it’s actually not important…” Schiller shook his head and said: “What’s important is that my personality fell from the top… and broke.”

Victor was stunned.

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