PFC Chapter 3050 Mercury Notes (36)
Chapter 3050 Mercury Notes (36)
Chapter 3050 Mercury Record (Thirty-Six)
Sex is a topic that humans cannot avoid, and naturally it is also a topic that serial killers cannot avoid. When selecting victims, gender is an extremely important factor, and even the most important factor in most cases.
However, according to Schiller's understanding of Jonathan Klein, he was not interested in the topic of sex, and even despised it, thinking that it was a low and primitive behavior, and that he should pursue something more noble and pure.
Jonathan is an anti-instinctist. He dresses himself up as a scarecrow in order to transform himself into a symbol, that is, "non-human".
He believed that this state was a kind of sublimation for him, making him superior to all ordinary lives. It was even the fundamental reason why he could feel at ease hurting ordinary people and treat them with a judgmental mentality.
Therefore, the core of this case is actually in conflict with Jonathan. Jonathan believes that he is different from ordinary people, and since he dresses himself up as a scarecrow, he will not dress the victim up as a scarecrow as well.
Especially since these victims are the law enforcement officers he hates the most, he will not elevate them because he thinks they don't deserve it.
But Schiller knew that Jonathan was the one who committed these cases. He even proudly published a paper within the club, elaborating on ideas similar to what Jenna felt.
Let me say it again, a person's personality cannot be changed so easily, especially a born antisocial person like Jonathan, who will not suddenly behave in a way that goes against his personality. If he really has to, he will not show off about it as if it is something glorious, and he will not hide it in the least.
This made Schiller realize something was wrong.
Let's talk about the Nygma serial murder case. This case is even more bizarre. When Gordon asked about the case, Schiller's condition was not as bad as it is now. He believed that this case was connected by the growth trajectory of one person.
But now, when he came into contact with the photos, certain images began to flash in his mind, and he realized more details that he had not been aware of before.
Schiller laid out the photos again and stared at the last Totem Case for a long time, his brows never relaxed.
No, it's still not enough, Schiller thought. The curse is not getting worse fast enough, his condition has not yet fallen to the bottom, his empathy has not been exerted to its limit, and something hidden deep under the water has not been detected.
After trying for a long time, Schiller finally gave up. He put the photo down and instinctively looked around, when his eyes suddenly stopped on Brand's face.
Brand had a bad feeling.
Sure enough, he heard Schiller say, "Outer gods can influence people's minds, right?"
Brand didn't know why he asked that, but he nodded anyway.
"Can you give me one?"
"what?"
"Just like you did to the others, give me my brain."
Brand was obviously stunned for a moment. Apparently, Schiller's words had burned out Neil's CPU.
"No, that's not it," Brand said. "Insanity is the sequelae of humans receiving too much knowledge, not my means of attack."
"Yeah, but you can create this kind of sequelae, right?"
"Uh..." Brand was really stumped by his question. He thought about it carefully and said, "Of course you can, but you have to look me in the face."
"How can I look you in the face?"
"I do not know either."
Brand's answer stunned Schiller. The two stared at each other. After a few seconds of silence, Brand said.
"I really don't know. I've shown you almost all of my forms, but you didn't have any problems, so I don't know how you can look me in the face."
Schiller was silent for dozens of seconds before he said, "So I am immune to you?"
"How else did you borrow my power?" Brand asked back, "If you go crazy just by looking at me, then you don't owe me a debt at all. You didn't go crazy even though you got my power. This power is much stronger than just looking at me directly."
"Then why can I have your power but not go crazy?"
"I have been observing you just to get the answer to this question."
The two of them sat in silence for more than ten seconds. Suddenly, Schiller had an idea and said, "It's not me who owes you a debt, but the Soviets. So it may be him, not me, who is immune to you."
Brand thought for a moment and said, "It's not impossible, but the body you're using is his, and this is the only body I can find."
"No, this body is mine." Schiller was not surprised. He didn't know his origin. After all, God's status should be higher than his. It was normal for him not to know what God did.
Schiller thought for a moment and said, "The problem should be in his soul. To be precise, he himself is... I don't know how to put it, but the reason why he didn't go crazy is probably because he believes that all knowledge in this world can be understood and studied, so he didn't feel collapsed."
Brand didn't say anything, even if he acquiesced to this speculation. Schiller continued, "But I am different from him. Maybe if I saw what he saw, I would be affected in my sanity. What did he see?"
"My real body, he found my real body to negotiate terms."
"How did he find you?"
"Can I not say it?"
Schiller narrowed his eyes at him.
"You know that the Outer Gods are hidden deep within the stars, right?"
Schiller nodded.
"The stars twinkle before human eyes according to a certain periodic law. Unfortunately, he discovered me when I was twinkling. He built a super astronomical telescope that combined science and magic, and saw me at a glance."
"And then he tricked you into coming down and slaughtered you?"
"To be precise, he didn't lie." Brand gritted his teeth and said, "Come on, a human actually saw my true form. If it were you, would you be able to resist responding to him?"
"Now you realize how precious curiosity is, right?"
"Yes, it's too expensive."
"Let's get back to the point." Schiller thought for a moment and said, "Do you know where the super telescope he built before is?"
"I know, but you probably can't get through."
"Where?"
"In the sun, Naya said that the sun is this super telescope, or more precisely, a large laser cannon. It fired at my hometown, and the scalps of several other stars close to me were almost cut off by it."
Schiller felt more and more that his original self was Anatoly. Only he could do such a thing. The stars called to him, and he fired a shot at them. When he stared into the abyss, the abyss ran away carrying the train.
At most, Schiller would make a big alarm clock and throw it into the other person's room to help him wake up, but Anatoly always physically rushed out of the door.
Looking back on the time when we were studying all the issues concerning Schiller, to put it nicely, Anatoly was engaging in a debate with many scholars; to put it bluntly, he was just throwing one punch to prevent a hundred. The debate turned into a full-blown brawl in less than 30 seconds, and the leader of the opposition was hospitalized for three months.
But when Schiller asked how to use this large telescope, Brand didn't know either, and said that he couldn't be asked to know all the details of the laser cannon because he was the one being bombarded!
Having said that, Schiller knew that he had to take some special measures. Fortunately, it was already night and time to go to bed.
Looking at Schiller's departing back, Brand's ominous premonition grew stronger and stronger.
That night, for the first time in his life, Nyarlathotep encountered a collision with a semi-trailer in his dream. The moment he saw the clown jumping off the truck, Nyarlathotep's CPU was smoking.
This is a vast and boundless snowfield. There is only vastness between heaven and earth, and there is almost nothing else except silver-white.
What was more abrupt was that a broken black hole appeared between the sky and the earth, with half of the front of a huge truck sticking out. The clown was inside, stamping his feet and breathing hard, cursing the cold weather.
At the end of the silver-white, a huge black shadow rose up. Amidst the endless darkness and chaos, countless pairs of eyes fell on the small truck.
Schiller got out of the passenger seat.
The moment he looked into the eyes of Nyarlathotep's true form, his dream was instantly shattered.
Schiller sat up suddenly from the bed. The severe pain seemed to crush his brain. His face turned extremely pale in an instant, and cold sweat flowed down his forehead.
The curse took advantage of the situation and caused his body temperature to drop to a dangerous level. Scales spread along his spine, covering almost half of his upper body skin.
At this moment, Schiller found himself in an endless rice field.
The severe pain in his brain made it impossible for him to concentrate, and his vision was shaky, hazy and foggy.
The wheat seedlings were as tall as a wall. Schiller pushed aside the wheat and walked forward. The moment he stepped on the soft ground, he felt that his feet were about to sink in. The ground did not look like a field but more like a swamp and a whirlpool.
He continued walking forward, and when he looked up he could only see ears of wheat surrounding and then hanging down above his head, and the blue sky divided by the ears of wheat.
Schiller walked with some difficulty among the countless ears of wheat. As he walked, he saw bloodstains beginning to appear on the ground. His vision became more and more blurred, and some bloody scenes kept flashing before his eyes.
A man was stripped of his uniform, his chest was cut open, all his internal organs were taken out, his skin was peeled off, and a pair of hands were stuffing straw into his body. The same hands held the body stuffed with straw and placed it on a huge cross.
Schiller pushed aside the last layer of wheat seedlings and saw the towering cross, which had been magnified countless times, appear before his eyes. The man's head turned towards him, with no eyeballs, only empty eye sockets made of straw staring at him.
Two streams of blood and tears flowed down his eyes.
In Schiller's vision, the man's resolute face gradually softened, his short black hair became longer and longer, and the giant's body hanging on the huge cross turned into a woman with a graceful figure and beautiful face, but lifeless. More blood flowed out from the gaps in the straw, and every drop of blood was filled with resentment.
Schiller fell suddenly.
When he opened his eyes again, he found himself falling heavily on the bed and realized what details he had missed.
Sex is a factor that should not exist in these two serial murders, but it suddenly appeared in them.
In the case of the Scarecrow, the victim's genitals were removed, and in the case of the Nygma, the last victim was penetrated from bottom to top.
She hated her reproductive organs, Schiller thought, this was a woman who regretted her past, and she used this destructive method to warn herself not to make the same mistake again.
What she hated was not the reproductive organ itself, but the act of reproduction it represented. She hated herself for having reproduced.
Her offspring betrayed her?
Sorry for being late, Planet Coaster 2 is so much fun