Chapter 1712 Bruce Wayne and the Chamber of Secrets (10)

"What exactly is madness?"

Schiller stood up from the sofa and walked to the side of the screen. He scanned the area with his scattered gray eyes, but it seemed that he saw nothing. The people he saw immediately found something different. The morbidity that appeared this time did not look so calm and mysterious, but seemed to be full of passion that ordinary people could not understand.

He stood in the middle of the room like a great orator and asked everyone questions. He seemed to be expecting answers, but he seemed to be more looking forward to interpreting the answers given by others. A strong desire to comment and tell made him look like an artist who was exploring himself inwardly, and a hunter who was chasing answers outwardly.

"Pathologically speaking, all the madness people feel is because there is something wrong with the way their brains work."

Bruce gave an answer first, but everyone knew that this extremely rational view must be followed by a turn. Sure enough, "but" appeared in a way that people could not see clearly, just like a hound chasing a rabbit.

"But the most meaningful part of the study of madness is never how the sick brain works after the problem occurs, but how it actually goes wrong. This involves a series of complex sociological, psychological, and psychiatric issues, which can be called a comprehensive subject."

"And if any researcher does not focus on this process, passes it over hastily, or this process is compressed into a very short time, and is accomplished in one fell swoop by a mysterious existence that does not need to be explained too much, then we say that this is getting further and further away from madness."

Schiller nodded gently, but he did not comment immediately, but turned to look at Pamela again. Pamela showed an expression that I agree with his attitude, but I still have my own opinions to say. She slightly sorted out her words and then said.

"The moment of madness is like a dividing line. The world before and after is completely different for human individuals. What we call art is not what is after this dividing line, but what is before that, which creates madness, the first half of a madman's life as a normal person."

"Suffering cannot create strength, but tragedy will definitely produce art. The part we need to appreciate carefully is the tragedy of the human race reflected in the first half of a madman's life, including the loss of shape and quality in the human social structure, the loss of feelings in interpersonal communication, and the loss of heart and morality in the process of self-experience."

"If the fruits of human civilization are like The towers above the ground explain how our rational logic creates miracles, and the madness caused by these tragedies is like the abyss below the ground, which explains how our chaos creates art. Except for some exaggerated orators, everyone must admit that this is part of the beauty of human thought. "Bruce turned his head to look at Pamela. He knew that Pamela hardly knew Schiller's palace of thought, but she still used an accurate and amazing metaphor to describe everything about Schiller's thinking. This is like an inspiration carefully cast by God, a treasure gifted with madness, and no rational analysis can replace it. "But usually, this group of gods, I mean, the group I know, the gods in our universe that can bring people madness, we usually call them the existence in the depths of the stars. They just exist and humans go crazy because of observing and listening to them, but it's just because humans can't understand their existence. They are more like a natural disaster, but the way they express themselves is not to be looked at directly."

Strange said this, but he was not making excuses for the gods. He just wanted to take this opportunity to understand why this is the case and what the meaning of this madness that most of them can't experience or understand is.

"I understand what you mean." Constantine nodded and said, "They just exist like that. Humans go crazy when they try to understand them. This madness is not imposed by them, so whose sin is this?"

"Really?" Schiller asked, "That child, the girl who attacked Harry, went crazy because she communicated with the existence in the depths of the stars? What about the previous one?"

"I'm not sure." Strange replied, "The connection with the demon god is more like a fatalism. It's hard to say whether the believers found the demon god or the demon god chose the believers, so this kind of accident often occurs-both sides They are not compatible, and because the demon is too powerful, humans are always the ones who get hurt. "

"But we can't turn all children into flowers in a greenhouse and prevent them from contacting powerful beings in the universe. That would only be a slow death for humans, and someone has to stand up. "

"Do you think these crazy attacks in the school are just the consequences of failed communication with the demon?"

Strange was silent, because he could clearly hear that Schiller, who exuded a dangerous aura in front of him, had different opinions from him, and he was actually not completely sure whether this was just an accident.

"This is about what madness is. Let's take our thinking away from philosophy and symbolism and talk about practical things. When a mentally ill patient who has fallen into madness attacks others, will there be a clear preference for the choice of victims?"

Everyone present frowned. This was a question they had to think about. Constantine hesitated and said, "I heard that many mentally ill patients attack others because they see hallucinations, and in the hallucinations, other people become monsters."

"Is there a pattern in the way he sees hallucinations? Is he destined to see that kind of terrible hallucination in people who are weaker than him and who cannot resist after he attacks?"

"Nonsense." Strange shook his head and said, "There is no such possibility at all. If the disorder of the brain affects the visual and auditory nerves, then the visual and auditory confusion caused by the abnormal nerves is completely random. There can't be any reliable rules, otherwise it wouldn't be called disorder."

Other people frowned even deeper. Obviously, they realized a problem. Why did the attackers of the crazy campus attack attack the lower-grade humans so purposefully?

"We often hear about such cases." Schiller began to pace in front of the screen, lowered his head slightly and said: "A mentally ill person ran into the street, slashed women, the elderly or children with a sharp weapon, and was found not guilty because of his illness."

"But usually, a responsible psychiatrist will not give such a person a psychiatric diagnosis when he is in the onset period of the crime, because a mentally ill person who really has symptoms of neurological disorders cannot choose the target of the attack."

"The aggression they show is more out of the need for self-defense after seeing dangerous hallucinations. The vast majority of injuries caused by mentally ill patients are caused by close contact with medical staff. "No real madman can hold a sharp weapon, open the door smoothly, walk down the stairs without falling, rush to the street, and carefully select a victim who is almost powerless to resist. Mental illness is just an excuse." Schiller looked at Bruce after he finished speaking. Bruce shrugged and said, "Just like the Joker, he is the opposite of madness, with rigorous logic and careful planning. He doesn't have any symptoms of poor neurological performance. He is just a simple antisocial personality." Zatanna heard the implication of their conversation. She touched her chin and said, "Indeed, if If the madness caused by the existence deep in the stars you mentioned is the kind of mental breakdown caused by looking directly at something that cannot be looked at directly, then how can the attacker who rushed into the corridor still use magic with a wand? "

"In fact, both magic attacks were very accurate. The first one was aimed at the head, and the second one even had a tendency to predict the attack. " Constantine commented objectively: "I don't know what level the apprentice wizards in your universe are at, but he is a good player here. Some people can't be so accurate with a gun. "

"This is a guided and directed madness, not just chaos and confusion. " Schiller concluded, and then he looked at Strange said: "What makes Harley and other Gotham people angry the most is that he uses madness as a disguise for crime. He is blaspheming the art of human tragedy."

"Why does he use this to excuse himself?" Pamela said coldly: "Since he has the power to drive people crazy, why doesn't he destroy what he wants to destroy openly, or is he actually afraid?"

"Okay, let me summarize."

Constantine sighed helplessly, feeling that he was trapped in an absurd tragedy because he was the most normal human in the room. He didn't know whether art could be born in this tragedy. He just felt that he was going crazy, so he had to sort out his thoughts and said.

"We assume that the mastermind behind the campus attack may be a powerful being like a demon. He did not drive these students crazy naturally because of his existence, but he may have controlled and manipulated them to pretend to be crazy to create the case."

"And you." Constantine glanced at the people in the room and said, "You admire the tragic story that led to madness and can appreciate the art that was born from it. You think that the mastermind's behavior of using this to exonerate himself is a serious blasphemy against half of the human thinking achievements."

Schiller turned his head and seemed to be a little surprised at Constantine's ability to summarize. He just glanced at him, and Constantine's state was probably, "I want to find a crack in the ground to get in, but even if there are 10 million cracks here, I am not sure I have a chance to get in", so he just collapsed there and didn't say anything.

"People born in Gotham have more opportunities to receive this kind of art than others." Pamela said in her indifferent tone: "We are on this road until one day we touch the dividing line, and then we will be proud of creating this crazy tragic art for the rest of our lives." Bruce said instinctively: "Accept calmly that we have become monsters created by the tragedy of the first half of our lives. Regardless of whether others can understand it, we enjoy appreciating this art, just like... like bats." They all understood his metaphor, and they all understood that this was the path he should take, and this was the path that every Gotham person had to take. When they completely crossed the crazy dividing line, it was the tragedy of the first half of their lives that made their madness still retain artistry, and they could still have abundant inspiration bursting out from it, so that they still had the ability to appreciate beauty.

It is this ability that makes them different from other lunatics, creating a kind of sober madness that belongs to them, even genius, energetic, able to represent half of the human mind, and even fascinating.

"Let's talk about Miss Harley Quinzel again." Schiller's voice echoed in the room.

At the same time, the blizzard that had been hovering over the Himalayas on the screen finally stopped. It was a night darker than the night of wind and snow.

And the center of everyone's discussion, a girl named Harley Quinzel, left her dormitory in the dark.