PFC Chapter 2984: The Green Trees Are Thick and the Summer Is Long (8)
Chapter 2984: The Green Trees Are Thick and the Summer Is Long (8)
Chapter 2984: The Green Trees Are Thick and the Summer Is Long (XVIII)
What makes these people more difficult to deal with than serial killers is that serial killers are criminals. Even if the rules cannot restrain them, they can still be punished by law. They can stand firm morally. The only difference is their strength.
This is also why the Gotham Police Department can almost run rampant in Gotham after upgrading its equipment. No matter how powerful the gangs are, they are still a group of criminals. I don't need to find any other reasons to crack down on you. It is my natural duty, and justice is the best justification.
But when it comes to the struggle for interests, it is very complicated. There is no justice in it. The two companies are fighting each other for the sake of competing for interests. The police can naturally arrest whoever breaks the law, but what if neither party breaks the law? But what if both parties do not break the law but endanger others?
In this case, who should the police stop? Stopping one party is equivalent to favoring the other party. Once the police lose their impartiality, their good days will be over.
The same goes for Schiller. His bottom line is actually not to disturb his life. If he has to add one more thing, it is not to harm Gotham University, and it is best not to harm Gotham.
His original intention for investigating this matter was that he learned from Edward that someone was harming students. He was worried that this might affect the enrollment of Gotham University. Although the local students lacked discipline, they were indeed gifted. What if the murderer killed a future genius in the field of psychology?
But after investigating to this point, both Schiller and Pamela found that the murderer was unlikely to be a serial killer who committed crimes out of interest. Of course, interest may be involved, but it is not the fundamental purpose. Someone wants to gain something through this series of cases.
Once the motive is no longer pure, many things are involved. If there are huge interests behind it, they will definitely eliminate the variables in the plan at all costs.
The means they take are not just sending out killers, but more likely to be destroying property, interfering with work, smearing public opinion, surveillance and harassment, or even more despicable means. They will do anything to protect their vested interests.
Since Schiller's bottom line is not to let others disturb his life, he should stop after investigating to this point. Otherwise, even if these endless means cannot really kill him, they can at least make him very annoyed. Pamela is reminding him of this.
Pamela is a genuine superpower, but she still gnashed her teeth when she mentioned the environmentalists who pestered her, which shows that she suffered a lot at their hands.
In the final analysis, two fists cannot beat four hands. One person cannot fight against interest groups. This has been the case throughout history. Even the strongest carbon-based creatures famous in history have had times when they had to compromise, right?
When I returned to the office, Constantine was nowhere to be found, and Brand was obviously still staying up late to mark papers. From his expression, I could tell that the interns under his command were acting like lawless criminals again.
Seeing Schiller sitting on the sofa cutting a cigar, Brand frowned and said, "If you want to smoke, go outside and smoke."
Schiller didn't say anything. He cleaned up the things on the table and was about to leave. Brand stopped him, put down his things, sat down and said, "What's wrong with you?"
Then he mumbled to himself, "Are you the psychiatrist or am I the psychiatrist? Why do I have to coax you every time?"
"You call this 'coaxing'? Is this why you didn't choose psychology but became a pathologist?" Schiller retorted mercilessly.
But there is obviously no better psychologist in the world than Naya. He can figure out the cause and effect of things without even asking the patient.
Brand paused for a moment and then said, "You don't like to cause trouble, unless trouble comes to you. This time, in order to vent your emotions, you took the initiative to cause some trouble, but you didn't expect that this trouble would be more troublesome than you imagined."
Schiller cut the cigar in silence. After a while, he said, "These things have nothing to do with me. Even if I stay out of it now, no one can say anything."
"You are confused because you know you don't have the same sense of good and evil as ordinary people. You interfere in everything just because you are interested. We are the same."
"But you are different from me in that you want to be an ordinary person, and the ordinary people you love most follow very simple values."
"But I'm not a hero."
"Yes, that's why you sit here and struggle instead of fighting crime non-stop. You don't want to be disturbed, but you also want to be a normal person with normal ideas."
"What do you think?"
"I think you can give it a try. After all, your tolerance for error is much greater than that of ordinary people."
"Gray Mist is not with me now."
"That's not what I meant." Brand took a sip of water and said, "You never realized that some people stay around you not because of how much you pay them, but just because you are charming. They are willing to pay a price to protect and help you."
"Is this what it should be?"
"There is no such thing as should or should not, because the society of ordinary people also operates in this way. They follow charismatic leaders to complete their own careers and realize their self-worth. In this process, they are both admired and admire others, and are both loved by others and love others. Do you think ordinary people are not charming?"
"Of course not. Even if we compare them among their peers, some are exceptionally outstanding and worth following."
"In that case, you can just go for it, because if things don't go well, you won't be the only one to bear the cost."
“I don’t want anyone else to pay for it.”
"But they are happy to do so, honored even, and look forward to the day when you will help them after they help you."
"Even if they don't help me, I will..."
"That would make them feel guilty and anxious, because they always think that you are a person, not a natural phenomenon. The difference between the two is that people's time and energy are limited, and helping others will always delay themselves to some extent, but God will not. God is omniscient and omnipotent, and no matter how much he helps people, it will not harm himself."
“So, if one day they accept it with a clear conscience, get used to it, and even no longer want to change, it proves that they regard you as a god. If they are always worried and want to give back because of their worries, it is precisely because they regard you as an ordinary person.”
"I take back what I said before. Are you really not considering switching to psychology?"
"And then, like you, you were pissed off by the students?"
"Aren't you pissed off by the students right now?"
"My students are not very good at cooking, but they are not stubborn and they are not that persistent," Brand snorted.
“But they still have to delay their graduation,” Schiller said.
Brand's face became even uglier. Apparently, some passages from thesis that had not been polluted by knowledge appeared in his mind. It had always been the Outer Gods who used knowledge to pollute humans, but now, humans began to pollute the Outer Gods with nonsense papers. Is this fair?
However, Schiller's mood obviously improved a lot. He put the cigar he had just cut back into the box, obviously not planning to smoke it. After thinking for a while, he said, "I think I can give Edward a hypnotic treatment. I admit that I want to learn more from this treatment, but I guarantee that this treatment will have a positive impact on him."
"You want to make up your mind." Brand saw through his thoughts and said, "You want to know how bad the incident was and whether it was worth your trouble."
"I'm not a street hero." Schiller shook his head and said, "If it's just school bullying, it's not my turn to deal with it. I have enough problems."
"Okay, I can help you arrange that, but I think it would be best if you see a psychiatrist to make sure you're in the right mental state."
“Do you need to evaluate the results?”
"Not this time, but if something unexpected happens, I will kick you out and file a complaint against you at Gotham University."
Schiller raised his hands slightly to show surrender. He stood up and said, "Is Cobblepot in his mother's ward now? I need him to contact Edward to make preliminary preparations for hypnosis treatment. I also need an assistant."
"He has been in the ward the whole time. You can go find him directly, but the assistant you brought with you..."
"Of course she's not a medical major, otherwise I wouldn't have to tell you specifically. She's a little girl, and I use her to ensure my own safety."
Brand frowned slightly and said, "Do you think the situation has become so serious?"
"You are really just a pathologist. I must emphasize to you that deep hypnosis is an extremely dangerous behavior. It means that I will go deep into the mental world of a mental patient, where there may be all kinds of absurd and weird things in the world. Even if he is about to recover, the danger level there is higher than that of the most crazy normal person's mental world."
Brand didn't refute much. He said, "How many days do you need to prepare?"
"Tonight and tomorrow will be enough. Mainly, I need someone Edward trusts to comfort him so that he can accept a new treatment calmly."
"Okay, tomorrow night at 7 o'clock, you will have three hours of alone time. Should that be enough?"
"No problem, but I'd like to ask you for a favor." Schiller stood up and said, "Help me keep an eye on Williams by the lake."
Brand shook his head and said, "It's too far away for me."
"But there's water there, or should I go find a giant octopus?"
"You can't find it," Brand said. "Before the return of the old days, you can drain all the sea water on the earth and still not get the giant octopus to warm your stomach."
Schiller smiled, and the two of them walked towards the door, but they bumped into Cobert who was about to come in.
"Ah, Professor, and Dr. Brand." Cobblepot greeted them. Schiller saw that there was no sign of nervousness on his face, so he knew that nothing was wrong with his mother.
"I was just looking for you, Professor." As expected, Cobblepot said, and Brand left the office alone, leaving the two to talk alone.
Cobert hesitated for a moment before speaking: "It's like this, have your relatives stayed at your house recently? Among them is a raccoon, two purple-skinned girls, and a big guy..."
Schiller knew he was talking about the Guardians of the Galaxy, so he nodded and said, "Yeah, they're staying at my house right now, what's up?"
"Now they're at the Gotham Police Department."
Schiller raised an eyebrow and said, "Then why didn't Gordon call me?"
"He should call soon. I came to see you mainly because someone contacted me and hoped that I could mediate. You know."
Schiller understood that it should be Williams who found Cobblepot through his connections, but what did those reckless guys from the Guardians of the Galaxy do to get themselves into the police station and ask Williams to find Cobblepot to mediate?
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(End of this chapter)