Chapter 3001: Green Trees, Thick Shade, Long Summer (Part 9)

Chapter 2975 The green trees are dense and the summer is long (9)

"I like riddles very much, because my ability to answer riddles makes me significantly different from other people. None of them can answer them. Only I can do it. It feels really good and you will also like it."

"I find that people are always looking for an answer to every question, like a riddle, but many times they can't get that answer, or they don't believe the answer. It's not like a riddle, which is certain. I think They feel sad."

“If I see a riddle, I know there must be an answer to it, so I don’t have to look at other questions that may not have answers, which makes me feel relaxed and happy.”

"But they said I can't always be like this. One day I will have to face questions that I can't find answers to. That may be the case, but at least now, I can give every riddle a perfect answer."

Schiller was not surprised by these words and the artistry and philosophical concepts contained in them. The madmen in Gotham are always like this. They are the most reasonable group of crazy people in the world.

Although Schiller didn't want to do it, he said it anyway.

“What if the questions you don’t want to face all have the same answer?”

Edward turned to look at him and said, "It's impossible. Different riddles have different answers. There can't be only one answer to those questions."

"Because riddles are designed to present different answers, but life is different from this society. They evolve naturally, just like a river, which eventually flows in one direction."

"What's that?"

"die."

Schiller's side face looked a little gloomy in the light of the movie. He went on to say: "The problems you see in Cobot's mother and son are actually the same problem - how to face death."

"Is death a problem or an answer?" Edward looked a little confused and said, "You say it is the answer to all problems, but you say it is itself a problem."

"When you see it as a question, you don't want to see it as the answer, but when you understand that it is the answer, you will create more questions, want to explore, and want to trace."

“Is Cobot’s death a question or an answer?”

"It was a problem before, maybe now..."

“What will they explore?”

"I don't know, you can ask them."

"Hasn't he been reading to me?"

Schiller thought for a while before he understood the meaning of the question. He said: "No, you, like him, had your own past before you came to this lunatic asylum."

"Then why can't I remember?"

"It's just that you don't want to think about it. It may be a painful memory for you, so you instinctively forget about it."

"I forgot the answer."

"You just need it to be a question, because if you don't remember what made you like this, it's always up in the air and you don't have to find the answer within yourself."

"You are so interesting. Can you guess riddles?"

"Where is your riddle book? Is it in the room?"

"In Sissy's room."

"Who is Sissi?"

"It's Cobot's mother. She came here to watch a movie called "Sissi", and she said she was Sissi."

"Then who are you?"

"Me? I am a monster underground. I drew the words and pictures in the underground tomb. If I were imprisoned there for thousands of years, I would do this."

Schiller had to raise his eyes to look at the movie being shown. Very good, the hero was dead, and the heroine was holding a torch alone on the wall to look for clues.

"She's so stupid." Edward said, "It's a doodle. It's not a riddle at all. She can't find the answer."

"It's a movie, Edward, and the director will let her find it."

"But she can't, because there are no rules." Edward's tone became urgent, and he said: "I have seen it all, and I have remembered it all. The pictures and words on the wall are all scrawled. What did she do? Can’t find it either!”

Schiller didn't speak, just stared at the screen quietly. Sure enough, it didn't take long for the heroine to rely on her intelligence to find the password to the secret room door and successfully open the door.

"It's not like that! It's not like that!" Edward stood up and stamped his feet on the spot, gritting his teeth and said, "She is wrong, she is such a fool! This is all a scam! They are all liars!"

"Yes, Edward, this is a movie, these are all fake."

"They are unreasonably stupid!"

"It all depends on the director's arrangement. If the director says the password is correct, it is naturally correct, because he needs the heroine to get out, so of course the password is correct."

Edward stood there, looking extremely frustrated. He sat back in his seat and sulked. Schiller smiled and said: "You have to find a correct answer for every riddle, but sometimes that's the case. People don't want correct answers, they Whatever they want."

"They wanted me to shut up," Edward said. "Because I was the only one who knew the right answer, and it showed how stupid they were, so they wanted to kill me so no one would know they were stupid."

"No, this just shows their stupidity." Schiller said: "They can kill you, but they can't kill the real answer. It exists there and never changes, just like the sun."

"But no one knows, they will believe those liars, just like this guy." Edward pointed at the screen and said: "The patterns on the wall are graffiti, and her answers are baseless, but she ran out."

"Yes, but the director also has to bear the consequences of doing so."

When the movie ended, Edward saw people around him leaving the table, rolling his eyes and sighing, saying that this crappy movie had wasted another hour of his life.

Edward sat there and tilted his head, as if he understood something. Then he turned around, stared at Schiller intently and said, "It's dead."

"What?"

"This movie is dead."

"Yes, to a certain extent. The box office was not good, and the reputation was not good. People who bought the tickets felt that they were wasting their money, and they could be considered dead."

"So I didn't die, and they died because they didn't look for the right answer," Edward said.

"Yes, I said, everything must die."

Edward fell silent, holding the armrest tightly with his hands, and his chest rose and fell slightly, as if for him, breathing finally became something he could do without thinking.

"Are all such people going to die?"

"No, some people live well, even better than you. This is not a mistake, Edward, it is just a choice."

"But they should look for it! They should pay for not looking for it! They all deserve to die!"

"Do you think Cobot deserves to die?"

Edward looked at Schiller angrily.

"His mother was sick, but if he wanted to know what the disease was, he had to perform a biopsy, but he didn't choose to do it. He didn't look for the answer. Do you think he deserves to die?"

Schiller turned to look at him, looked into Edward's eyes and said, "Sissi doesn't want to find this answer either. Should she deserve to die?"

Edward's chest heaved violently, and he hit the armrest next to him with his hand. Brand had arrived behind the two of them at some point, as if he was ready to subdue Edward at any time if he got angry and hurt someone.

"Guessing the answer, knowing the answer, and making the answer public are three different things. The first two represent wisdom, and the latter is just a choice. You choose to publish it, and some people choose to hide it. There is no right or wrong in this."

Edward seemed to be discouraged suddenly. He lowered his head and muttered: "So actually I'm not the only one who knows about that guy. They just don't tell them. Why?"

"You said so, so you're here now."

Edward suddenly began to tremble, and he gritted his teeth as if he were talking in the ice and snow.

"I discovered a secret that a fool was hiding. I told him I found it because it was true, but he tried to kill me. I thought they were just jealous that I was smart and jealous that I was the only one who found the answer to this riddle..."

"It's not just you, Edward, it must be more than you."

"Who else?"

"I know too."

"Impossible, how could you..."

"There's something about 'death', right?"

Edward became a little confused, as if he had no answer, as if Schiller's performance had overturned everything in the past.

"Answer me, is the answer death?"

Edward's lips trembled, his eyes darted left and right, his shoulders locked inward more tightly, and he kept swallowing. Then he lowered his voice and spoke like a thief.

"You are right, you are right...I am not the only one who knows the answer. They may have guessed it, but they don't tell it, so they live well..."

Edward began to cry, and his jaw kept trembling, causing the teeth to collide and make a small crackling sound. He curled up on the chair and said: "The answer is death, the answer to the riddle is death..."

"What riddle?"

"His riddle, the principal's riddle. He said that if I could answer it, I would be the smartest student. I thought about it for a long time..."

"You answered it."

"Yes."

"What's the answer?"

"Don't you already know?"

"I want to know how you answered."

"Bones." Edward stared at Schiller with red eyes and said, "I see bones."

"What bones?!" Brand's voice suddenly appeared, and Edward was so frightened that he retracted into his chair and did not dare to speak again.

Schiller glared at Brand with dissatisfaction and said, "If this was a TV series, you would be the first suspect."

"Stop making trouble. I'm a magician. I don't leave bones behind when I kill someone."

"Maybe you have some perverted fetishes."

"This is not considered perverted in Gotham." Brand rolled his eyes and said. He originally wanted to ask more questions, but seeing that Edward was in bad condition, he had to call the caregivers and ask them to take Edward away first.

"This poor little unlucky guy must have discovered a serial killer's crime scene and was almost silenced." Brand looked at Edward's back and said.

"He just said about the principal... If a principal is a serial murderer, most of the victims will be students. I'm afraid I have to tell Gordon."

"But you also know that no one can get clues from such a madman except you." Brand shook his head and said, "Edward is almost recovered, don't stimulate him anymore."

"You don't have to ask him to get the answer." Schiller groped with his fingers and said, "I'll ask Gordon to check which school Edward went to. There won't be many suspects."

"It seems that this serial killer is going to be unlucky." Brand said gloatingly: "If he knew that you care so much about the students of Gotham University, he might not choose students to start with."

"Such a person will not change his target easily, and I am not just for the students. Edward will not really recover until this matter is resolved."

"I know." Brand said: "The best way to let yourself go is not to let others go. You want him to solve it himself?"

"He has the ability, doesn't he?"

"I don't know, I'm just a pathologist who is always forgotten by you."

"Believe me, being forgotten by me is a good thing."

"Then am I going to be in big trouble now?"

"Yes, get ready, Mr. Brand, you..."

Schiller's movements suddenly froze. At this time, he recalled where he had seen the logo of the bottle of red wine brought by Brand - it was placed on the bedside table of a hotel.

"I take back what I said. It's me who should be prepared."

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