Chapter 2833: Demonic Forbidden Zone (Part 3)

Chapter 2807: The Demonic Restricted Area (Part 3)

Schiller sat in a chair leisurely. He would not eat the food that others had not finished, but he used a knife and fork to arrange the food on the plate into a specific shape.

Jerome looked back and thought fiercely. Others would run three miles away when they saw the food, but he was fine. Three people had three meals. If he had more candles, he could eat the whole hotel alone.

Jerome sat back in his seat. He had to talk to Schiller. He really couldn't go to the kitchen. There were difficulties that an ordinary person like him could not overcome.

He had no reason to go to the kitchen before, so he naturally tricked Schiller into taking risks. But now he has a reason to go, and he has to trick Schiller into taking him on an adventure. The difficulty is increasing exponentially.

Take a step back, even if Schiller is willing to go, he doesn't need to bring a burden like himself. Anyone can see that in this situation, taking an injured ordinary person to explore a dangerous place is basically seeking death.

For the first time in his life, Jerome wanted to give up.

It's not that he really didn't have a lobbying angle, he was just afraid that if he opened his mouth, Schiller would open his mouth again. If he shut up, Schiller would shut up, and he wouldn't say a word from now on.

But Schiller obviously didn't intend to let him go.

"Actually, I'm a little curious about your relationship with the third person." Schiller supported his head with his hand and said, "Do you really hate him so much?"

Jerome's face was very gloomy, as if he wanted to destroy the world when he thought of this person, but it can also be seen that he was a little self-destructive and no longer intended to hide his expression.

Schiller saw him like this and didn't intend to ask any more questions. He said, "Okay, let's talk about business. You've also discovered that I'm not the kind of person who uses conventional means to solve problems. If you think I can solve the problems in the restaurant, especially for you, then you'd better tell me everything."

Jerome pursed his lips, but he quickly pulled his lips up, pulled the corners of his mouth down fiercely, made an expression that was almost equivalent to swallowing his anger, and then said, "Okay, I can tell you who the man in the kitchen is."

"Wrong, this is precisely the least important question." Schiller shook his head and said, "I'm not him. I know Gotham better than you. I already knew who the man in the kitchen was."

"Impossible." Jerome still instinctively denied.

"Oswald Cobblepot, you call him Penguin."

Jerome's eyes widened in an instant.

Schiller went to inquire about this restaurant and said that every part of this restaurant seemed to be engraved with his name, especially his inferiority and arrogance revealed by the circular game, his flattery and hatred of the upper class, and his yearning for completely closed self-satisfaction, all of which tell how he became the Penguin.

Schiller rested his elbows on the table, gently shook the fork in his hand, and then said: "His obsession with the restaurant and power is more like a second-best wish that he will never fulfill."

"In his eyes, the restaurant not only feeds diners, but also feeds himself. He produces and others eat it. What it shows is not his dedication, but his desire to show that the value he produces is converted into social recognition of him, and then into his own recognition. He feeds himself without relying on anyone."

"The same is true for power. He has a different understanding of power. Cobert is not a person with a strong desire for material things. Although he His family was once wealthy, but then fell into decline. However, the material gap is not the fundamental reason why he is so eager for power. "

"He is mastering the channels for affirming himself and identifying himself. The affirmation of the lower by the higher-ranking provides the most social recognition. If he himself is the higher-ranking person, then the king in his heart can affirm the lower-ranking people in his heart, just like saying to him, 'I have sat on the throne, I have the right to declare my nobility, and I don't need anyone else to crown me.' "

"If we go deeper, it's not that he has to satisfy himself, but that he can't accept the recognition and praise of others. The organ that can accept the recognition and praise of others has been removed from his body. People always feel inferior, but in order to survive, they must have the arrogance to affirm everything. "

"If we say who caused this tragedy, it may be the diners in the restaurant, those upper-class people. Not all of them spoke ill of Cobblepot, who was still weak at the time, but this is precisely the problem. "

"If they were all rude, like some gangsters who ordered Cobblepot around, beat him, abused him, and even wanted to kill him, Cobblepot would not suffer from other people's recognition disorder. On the contrary, most of these upper-class people were kind to Cobblepot, at least on the surface, they would not hurt him. "

"This is based on the code of the upper class, that is, Unless the situation is special, you must be compassionate and generous. Compassion for the weak will make you look good. "

"But Cobert is a person who cannot be tamed by compassion. The first word engraved in his genes is ambition, so these compassions will make him feel confused-clearly the high-ranking people affirmed me, why am I still so poor? "

"In the moment of being affirmed and treated well, the satisfaction of being recognized by others will instinctively make him feel happy. Even if he knows that they are pretending to be generous, he will have a feeling of "at least I have received generosity", especially when he is mixed in a group of low-ranking people. The chosen people always feel that they are special. "

"But after such satisfaction ends, Cobert will feel more empty than others, because he has never been willing to live like this. He thinks that others must have affirmed him because he is special, but in the end, this specialness does not make him feel any better."

"Are all those compliments false? Are the extra treatments for me also false? Then what is real? It is difficult for him not to think so, and he falls into deep self-doubt, which makes him feel miserable."

"Gradually, the organ for accepting recognition from others is worn out, because as long as he is recognized by others, he will I would instinctively think, is this recognition real? Am I the only one who has it? Weren't you chosen randomly? Will recognizing me bring you any benefits? "

"After thinking about it, it's not for me after all. He began to refuse to accept all this, because as long as he didn't get value satisfaction from others, he could still endure his current life. The lower class people in Gotham always have to learn to endure. "

"Later, this suspicion of other people's recognition became a curse that followed him everywhere. Cobblepot could not thank a person's recognition from the bottom of his heart. There was always a shadow of doubt in his heart. When his acting skills were not yet mature, he would not be able to accept it. In the mature years, this will make him miss too many opportunities and even make him fall to the bottom. "

"What's more terrible is that he always doubts, instead of abandoning it. If he accepts it with expectation from beginning to end, and understands the principle of judging by deeds rather than heart, then he will definitely not become a villain. If he is disappointed early and doesn't care about the recognition of others, then he will definitely be the best villain. "

"But unfortunately, he can't go to extremes. When others recognize him, his first reaction is not to believe, the second reaction is that the other party is profitable, the third reaction is that what he said can't be true, and the fourth reaction is that he looks so sincere, he is always disappointed, but always tempted. "

"Even in the pursuit of self-recognition, he also puts layers of skin of those upper-class people he has seen on the king in his heart. "

"Even if it is through fantasy self-satisfaction, in order to anchor others' recognition of him, he even denies his current self and adds many qualities that society thinks are worthy of recognition to himself, so as to convince himself that this time they should be sincere. "

Jerome's eyes turned up, and he had long discovered that the nerves on the ceiling had stopped moving.

Jerome was about to burst.

If his heart was dissected like this and put on the table for people to taste, he couldn't believe what he would do, and the man opposite him really did it, and the other party was a monster that was devouring the entire restaurant.

Jerome felt waves of cold air from the direction of the kitchen. This is not an adjective, but a physical description. The restaurant began to become colder and colder.

"I don't think the image of a penguin has any special meaning to him." Schiller even went on to say, "Maybe he looks a bit like a penguin, maybe he walks unsteadily, or someone has laughed at him like this, but it doesn't matter."

"But the image of an iceberg is meaningful. He prefers cold to heat, but I don't think it's quite appropriate. Cobert's ambition is like a raging fire. Maybe he wants to calm himself down, so he wants to seal himself in an iceberg."

"If he is still conscious, he should understand that keeping himself calm is a cowardly and retreating tendency, which can't solve anyone's ridicule. In the face of bullying, it may be better to let the other party calm down."

Jerome suddenly had a bad premonition.

Schiller snapped his fingers lightly. This action always seemed frivolous when he did it, but with the appearance of a ray of fire, the world became completely different.

Schiller stood up, holding the flame in his hand, and walked straight towards the kitchen. Jerome hurried to follow him, but Schiller stopped in front of the kitchen door. At this time, a layer of ice had formed on the ground.

Schiller threw the flame in directly.

The flame was actually very small, slightly larger than a lighter, and could probably burn a piece of paper, but the more troublesome thing was that it could not be extinguished. Jerome watched the kitchen freeze, frost, and rain, but the flame remained motionless.

Schiller leaned against the door of the kitchen and looked inside. After a while, he heard crackling sounds.

The ceiling finally changed.

Those nerves began to twist, and gradually no longer arranged according to scientific laws, but became somewhat like capillaries under the skin. The entire ceiling seemed to have turned into a person's pale skin.

There were several protrusions on the skin, and then gradually turned into a face, as if a living person was trying to struggle out of the skin, so it looked particularly hideous and terrifying.

Schiller and Jerome both noticed the striking hooked nose on the face. Jerome turned to look at Schiller and silently said to him with his eyes, "You are amazing."

"If you don't study mathematics, physics and chemistry, the world is full of myths. It's the same if you don't study psychology." Schiller said with disdain. He walked back to the dining table and sat down again, and seemed to be talking to the face on the ceiling.

"Does my behavior remind you of those old friends? They can never really hurt you, but just like that flame, you can't extinguish it even if you try your best."

"It just keeps burning, burning to the end of time when even revenge has lost its meaning. It can't be destroyed, covered or forgotten. It's like chopping the eternal self-eating Ouroboros in half."

Another eight-hour flight, so sleepy