Chapter 2095: Knight's Night of Terror (39)

Chapter 2069 Knight's Night (Thirty-Nine)

Jason, who grew up in the lower class of Gotham, has never been afraid of blood and violence. When he returned as the Arkham Knight, he had already thrown away all moral burdens.

Not only is he not afraid of killing, he also doesn't care about dismembering bodies. As long as he can make the criminals pay the price, he dares to use any bloody means.

But dissecting a living person is completely different.

Especially when the other party is conscious and can feel pain, cutting open their skin, removing their bones, reaching into their internal organs to touch the deepest part of a person, the impact it brings to people is unparalleled.

Jason clearly saw that the Joker's smile froze on his face, and he actually showed a painful expression like an ordinary person.

This is more than just blood, Jason thought.

But the first time, he didn't figure out where this impact came from, but he soon had more opportunities, because he found that even if his surgical skills were extremely bad, Schiller helped him finish the finishing work, and the Joker did not die.

He was still alive, and his lost organs were gradually growing back.

Before Jason could marvel at the miracle of medicine, the second organ removal came again. Jason was still the surgeon, and Schiller was the assistant.

This time, Jason was finally more stable. At least he could focus on the incision instead of the clown's face, and his hands would not shake when he touched the hot organs.

So Schiller began his teaching.

Of course, it was a serious teaching of surgical skills, but it did not involve too much very difficult knowledge. He just roughly pointed out the location and technique of the cut.

But the weird feeling in Jason's heart became stronger and stronger.

Then the third time, the fourth time, and again and again, each time only a small part of the organ was removed, and then the speed of their regrowth was recorded.

The clown was laughing and screaming.

Jason had no sympathy, but the weird feeling in his heart made him still hover on the edge of emotional collapse.

Then, for countless times, Jason felt that the organs he cut off could be assembled into a complete human internal organs, and Schiller was still guiding him intermittently, and the clown's reaction became more and more intense.

Finally, Schiller asked Jason to dig out the clown's eyeball.

"First, cut under the brow bone and remove part of the eyelid. Usually we don't do this during eye removal surgery, but now there is obviously no need to consider aesthetics."

"Then press here with your hand and press down hard..."

Schiller's voice kept lingering in Jason's ears, and the sharp blood-stained scalpel was suspended over the clown's eyeball.

One hand pressed the back of Jason's hand, letting the tip of the knife stick to the dark pupil. Jason knew that if he exerted a little force, the scalpel would definitely pierce the eyeball.

The clown was not anesthetized, and his eyelids were removed. He had to watch it all with his eyes open.

Jason's hands began to tremble wildly, and a panic engulfed him. At the moment of cutting, he finally realized the source of the weird feeling.

Schiller never regarded the clown on the operating table as a person from beginning to end.

Schiller had no reaction to the pain shown by the person on the experimental table. Jason did not feel the factor of deliberate disregard in it. Schiller simply could not feel all his pain.

It was as if that person was not his kind, not a living person, but just a lamb to be slaughtered.

Breaking the moral bottom line can make Jason face blood and death, but Schiller is not bloody. He is a little anti-human.

"Don't worry, Jason." Schiller smiled and looked at Jason across the sofa and said, "Eat something, you need to replenish your energy."

Jason shuddered slightly. He didn't know if Schiller was hinting that he might have to lie on the operating table and lose a lot of blood and energy.

He remembered Schiller said "Either cut him open or I cut you open."

Jason didn't dig out the clown's eyeball in the end.

He really didn't dare to do it. He found that he couldn't do it, even if it was the clown, even if his eyeball would grow out.

But he really couldn't find any reason to bring such pain to others with such an attitude, so he retreated.

Jason is usually not a person who pays much attention to rules, nor is he afraid of other people's threats, because he always keeps his word and has the ability to prevent others from realizing their threats.

But now, he has neither of these two points.

Jason found himself in the nest, and the person in front of him was not a person at all, but a monster.

"Well, it seems that this is not to your taste." Schiller stood up, buttoned his suit, and said to Jason: "Come here, let's continue."

Jason found that he could only do it.

Of course, he could choose to attack Schiller with violence, which was not without a chance of winning, and he also thought of this method.

But the biggest reason why he dared not take action was that he could not accept the consequences of failure.

By then, death will truly become a gift.

The Joker made Jason hate Batman for not coming to save him, Schiller made Jason unsure if he could hold on until Batman came to save him, and made Jason feel that it would be meaningless even if Batman came to save him.

Jason followed Schiller back to the basement, and he found that the Joker had been placed on another operating table.

He suddenly became nervous, and immediately couldn't help wondering, who was the vacant operating table for?

Schiller didn't stand in front of the operating table, but stopped, turned around and looked back at Jason, and his focused eyes made Jason look like a frog covered by the light of a flashlight.

"Jason, now I have a request, I hope you can do your best, okay?" Schiller stepped forward and looked into Jason's eyes and said.

Jason didn't answer, and Schiller said to himself: "I hope you can lie on the operating table and stay as calm as possible."

Jason's eyes finally showed despair, and he felt a warm current gathering in his chest.

"Go, Jason." Schiller reached out and held Jason's arm.

But even in this desperate situation, there was still no trace of anger to fight to the death. He even lost the courage to die, and only an indescribable numbness and sadness remained.

Jason followed Schiller step by step to the operating table, lay on his side, and put his feet flat on the table.

At this moment, his mind was blank.

No fear, no anxiety, no pain, for the first time, Jason really didn't think about anything, completely emptied his mind, and handed over all the control to others.

Schiller picked up the scalpel.

Jason still didn't feel scared, he couldn't even think about what would happen next, as if he suddenly became a creature without a brain, his thoughts and memories were blank.

Schiller's hand pressed on Jason's eyes, allowing him to close his eyelids smoothly. When the cold dripped on his eyelids, he heard Schiller say, "Jason, how do you feel?"

"Jason... Jason..."

Schiller's call failed to pull Jason back to his thoughts. His mind was still blank and he didn't think about anything.

Then there was the shaking of fingers in front of his eyes, the direct light, a slight pain in his arm, and his knees that were sore from being knocked.

Jason couldn't come back to his senses at all. He fell into an extreme state of emptiness.

After an unknown amount of time, Jason felt a pair of strong hands grab his arms, then supported his back, made him sit up from the operating table, and then turned around and sat on the edge of the operating table.

When the blood was pumped to the brain again, Jason finally woke up. He turned around and saw Schiller put the scalpel back into the box.

"How do you feel?"

Jason felt relieved, but still very confused. He felt that his mind became extremely clear, his brain became active again, and some things that had been entangled with his emotions disappeared.

The world seemed to be brand new.

Schiller looked at him with a smile and said, "Have you heard of collapse therapy?"

Jason shook his head.

"Put yourself in the worst situation for a period of time, and then you can muster up the courage to face the troubled life again. It sounds simple, right?"

"But most people have not successfully used this therapy to achieve the expected therapeutic effect, or after practicing it, they found that the collapse was indeed a collapse, but the emotions were not relieved at all."

Jason leaned his body towards Schiller, but he knew he shouldn't do this. Reason told him that the other party was very dangerous, but he just felt that everything was under control.

He felt that his current state was too good.

"Many people think that the principle of this therapy is to let anxious people understand what the worst situation is like, so that they can know that the negative emotions they are facing now are nothing more than that."

"People think that when they experience the bottom, they will love the life in front of them more, but the human brain is not that simple."

"With reason, we will also think of the worst result, and understand what the consequences we may bear. If we fail the exam, we will face a darker life. If we fail to complete the work, we may become a homeless person. If we don't pay back the debt, our credit will collapse."

"We don't have the real courage to experience all this, so we make up a virtual collapse scene to deceive ourselves as if we have experienced all this, and then I lied to myself and said that it was nothing. "

"But this is actually just a superficial therapy. I can't say that it is completely useless, but for people with more serious conditions, pure psychological therapy without physical treatment is useless."

"The essence of collapse therapy is that the human brain has a built-in restart function, but the password to activate it is more complicated, and it is usually difficult to operate."

Jason took a deep breath and even found that it was not so difficult to speak. He said: "But you succeeded. It's hard for me to describe to you how good I feel now."

"Not surprising." Schiller helped Jason off the operating table and said: "I don't mean to brag, but among the people you know, I'm afraid I'm the only one who can do it. "

"How did you do it?" Jason touched his upper body in confusion. His senses seemed to be cleansed again, as clear as freshly wiped glass.

"It's difficult, Jason, I told you, and for other psychiatrists, the most difficult thing is that you have to completely defeat a person before you can force the brain to rebuild his spirit."

"Is it against professional ethics?"

"Always." Schiller nodded and said, "And it requires the patient's own mental state to be extremely unstable, away from all familiar environments, in a completely closed space, accepting torture that can be called mental abuse, until the spirit is completely exhausted."

Jason remembered the feeling of his brain being blank.

At that time, he couldn't think of anything, couldn't do anything, except feeling his own existence, there was nothing in his brain, and he really felt exhausted.

"The Joker deserves a lot of credit," Schiller said. "The torture of that year, the shock of the previous night, and the various emotional tugs we had afterwards, barely allowed you to restart."

"I have to say, Jason, your strength and determination are beyond my imagination. I thought you would be able to achieve the desired effect after your first surgery."

Just as Jason was about to sneer and say that he was not so fragile, he heard Schiller say with a smile.

"Fortunately, you restarted in time. I was just thinking about how to explain to Batman that your eyeballs were missing."

Jason really wants to see Batman now.

It's snowing so heavily recently. Everyone, please be safe