Chapter 2260: Late Autumn in Golden City (Twenty-Four)

"Do you think so? Professor." Pamela asked in an inexplicable tone, and then she said: "Is this your true feeling? Or is it a model of some kind of psychology application?"

"It may be both. Usually most people don't care when they get a certain feeling. They won't remember it, and they are not good at expressing it. Psychology makes me more than them. Even so, it can't be regarded as deception."

"Processed truth."

"Very correct, Miss."

Schiller leaned forward, took the kettle on the bedside table a little further away, handed the cup filled with warm water to Pamela, and sat down again, stroking the hem of his suit.

"Considering that the most important thing for you now is to keep warm, I won't open the door, but I will turn on the recorder for psychological counseling to keep a record of our conversation."

Pamela did not comment. She usually does this. After Schiller had just briefly recalled, he found that he had hardly seen Pamela's other expressions. Most of them were plain, pale, and straightforward like a piece of paper.

She can even use her cold expression to completely cover up all the charm brought by her beautiful features and bright long hair. She does not lean towards any gender. Just an eye contact with her face can make people feel her dullness.

Although Schiller does not like to use the image of some characters in comics to generalize the living people he has come into contact with, Pamela's image is somewhat different from Poison Ivy.

Although Poison Ivy in comics is not famous for her social charm, Batman has also commented on her beauty and charm, which proves that she is at least lively.

There are not many records of Poison Ivy's youth in comics. In most comics, she appears as a beautiful, deadly and fanatical plant protectionist. This huge title that can cover up all personal charm makes comic readers know little about her past and her growth process.

Obviously, another puzzle is placed in front of Schiller, and this time it is still quite challenging, because compared with Batman, the character of Poison Ivy Pamela Isley is thinner.

But reality is not a comic book. There must be reasons why Pamela has become like this and what she will become in the future. The reasons for all this are far less well-known than the death of Batman's parents. Schiller still lacks too much key information to complete a complete psychological profile.

But Pamela's condition makes it difficult for Schiller to accurately judge whether it is suitable for psychological treatment now. She has this expression and temperament when she is happy, and when she is in pain, it is also difficult for Schiller to determine when to stop.

If there is a possibility of causing additional harm, Schiller would rather not do it. After all, this is not just a simple academic research. Pamela is Schiller's student. Even if he takes a step back, Schiller's garden still depends on her.

"I think I can tell you my story." Pamela spoke first, "Then you help me analyze what's going on. After the rain stops, I can help you take care of the garden."

"It sounds good, but I hope you don't force it." Schiller turned a page in the book in his hand and said, "Even if the rain stops, you can lie here and take a nap. The vitality of plants is far more tenacious than you think."

"Yes, the storm has never been a disaster for them. Tomorrow morning you will know how much they have benefited from the disaster in the eyes of humans."

"You will be the same, Miss. Maybe everything will be different tomorrow morning."

Pamela still had no expression and no emotion, which made Schiller feel that he was facing a black box. He couldn't be sure what kind of feedback his words had received, so he had to be more cautious.

"My parents died. They offended someone and ran away from Gotham, but they still couldn't escape the murderous hands." Pamela said, but her attitude was not like telling her own story at all, and her language was unbelievably refined.

"They were killed by their enemies in our newly bought house. I was taken to an orphanage, and an Indian woman named Soma picked me and took me back to her home."

"She had a big house, but she didn't seem to have much money. I recognized her daughters from the group photos on the table, but each of them only had a photo with her, which proved that they were not a family."

"She asked me to learn a lot of things, practice standard English pronunciation, learn French and Italian, dance and play the piano, and I learned well. She let me go to a good local middle school and let me be in the class and grade. Spread my story widely."

"What kind of story?"

"An orphan adopted by an Indian noble family, my father stayed in India to work, my mother raised the children here, with a good family condition and good upbringing."

"Did you do that?"

"Yes, many people believed it, because I really know a lot, and they think my personality is like that of a young lady."

Schiller nodded, he understood why this was the case, Pamela had a kind of effortless arrogance, usually only people with great confidence can have this temperament.

Classmates may think that this is a rich person despising the poor, but in fact Pamela just despises everyone equally.

"Someone pursued me." Pamela said, "There are two in our class and more than a dozen in the whole grade. I told my adoptive mother and she got their background information the next day."

"She eliminated the unsuitable ones and only left three. She asked me to maintain a romantic relationship with them at the same time."

"So how many did you choose?"

"None." Pamela blinked gently and said, "They confessed and I agreed. I did everything my adoptive mother said, accepted their invitation to date, changed into beautiful clothes, accepted the flowers they sent, and had dinner with them. Then in about a month, they left one after another and acted very angry."

"Do they know you have many boyfriends?"

"I don't know. My adoptive mother arranged all the time and cleverly avoided them from contacting each other. They may not know it until now."

"So what do you think is the reason?"

"They said I was absent-minded."

"Do you think you are?"

"I have always been like this."

Schiller thought about it and found that his impression of Pamela was also like this. She seemed to be doing something, but not concentrating, but it was hard to tell where she focused her attention.

If it were an ordinary person, they would definitely think that she was just doing it perfunctorily, which would be even more annoying than not doing it well.

"This kind of thing keeps happening over and over again." Pamela said: "The foster mother selected them, I went to contact them, they left in anger, and I went home and was scolded."

"Until..."

"Until I was almost an adult, she still hadn't found a good partner for me, or she did, but I messed it up."

"Did she take some measures?"

"Yes, she thinks that the shortcomings of character can be compensated by sex. She thinks that if the charm of a beautiful woman can't be sold at a good price, then maybe the body can."

"Did she force you to sell your body?"

"It's not forced, I don't care, she asked me to go and I went."

Schiller was a little surprised. He looked at Pamela and said: "Did she instill some moral concepts in you?"

"Maybe, but I didn't pay attention. In fact, I didn't care until now. "I'm still here." Pamela tilted her head slightly and said, "I've had physical contact with several people chosen by my adoptive mother. When they touch me, I feel a little confused." "Confused about what?" "I don't understand why they are so excited." "Sorry, miss, I absolutely don't mean to offend." Schiller leaned back as far away from Pamela as possible and said, "This question is also absolutely academic, not personal chat." "I understand, you ask it." "Have you never felt that you are attracted by hormones?" "I don't know what that is." "What about physical and psychological excitement?" "I shouldn't have." "Are you attracted to the opposite sex from an instinctive aspect?" "No." "What about the same sex?" Pamela shook her head again. "Okay, please continue."

"The turning point happened when we were about to start." Pamela recalled and said: "We walked into a room, he wanted me to take off my clothes, and when I was about to do it, suddenly a woman rushed in, that was his wife."

"I don't know what happened, anyway, screaming, roaring, shouting, pulling, I heard a loud bang, and then the sound began to get farther and farther away, I smelled the dampness of dew and the fragrance of flowers, and when I came to my senses, I found..."

"Found what?" Schiller leaned forward and looked at Pamela and asked.

Pamela hesitated rarely.

"What I want to say is also completely academic." Pamela licked her lips and said: "I am definitely not sexually harassing."

"Yes, I understand, please go ahead, miss."

"First of all, I found that I was excited."

"And..."

"They are both dead."

The moment Schiller and Pamela looked at each other, they both froze.

Schiller's expression slowly changed.

"Please forgive me for not being able to describe the details to you, because I don't remember it at all." Pamela swallowed her saliva, and she obviously recognized that the Schiller who appeared later was the one who cooked the moose meat.

"My memory stopped abruptly when the woman rushed up, and when she appeared again, there was only blood and two corpses on the ground."

"Is there blood on your hands?"

"No." Pamela shook her head and said, "But I was kneeling between the two of them, so there was blood on my legs and skirt."

"Then what?"

"My mother came in." Pamela took a deep breath and said, "I made a bold decision."

"You knocked her unconscious, and then framed her for the deaths of the two of them, and at the same time revealed the fact that she abused you. Two corpses and one criminal, and you got away with it."

Pamela nodded slowly.

"Wonderful, Miss."

"In fact, it's not the first time." Pamela took another deep breath and said, "It seems that this is not the first time."

"'It seems'?"

"In my impression, I also lost a part of my memory before my parents took me away in a hurry."

"Where?"

"At home." Pamela frowned slightly and said, "Someone broke in, I saw him, the middle picture disappeared, and then my parents took me to move."

"Very good, look into my eyes, Miss."

Schiller stood up, walked a little in front of Pamela, bent down and turned his head. Pamela mustered up the courage to look up and look at him.

Schiller's eyes focused slightly for a moment, but soon changed to disperse, and he frowned.

"Am I a natural killer?" Pamela asked, her eyes followed Schiller's back as he walked around the bed and came to the window and said, "Like you, will you feel excited and satisfied about this?"

"You are not."

Schiller gave an answer that shocked Pamela.

"Why?" Pamela still couldn't help asking.

During her time with Schiller, she learned some things about this circle: indifference, contempt, murder, and excitement. These are the basic emotional characteristics of a typical serial killer.

She even prepared herself mentally for this.

"You are not." Schiller repeated again. When he turned around, the window behind him also gave him a layer of cold light.

Pamela saw his gray eyes glowing faintly in the backlit darkness, like a beast in a cave. She heard Schiller's voice echoing in the room.

"You are not... because we will not forget."

Always say there is no Schiller, there is no Schiller!