PFC Chapter 2808: Demonic Restricted Area (4)
Chapter 2808: Demonic Restricted Area (4)
Chapter 2808: Demonic Restricted Area (IV)
Jerome felt a little confused. This counterattack was actually not strong enough. If you said that Schiller could make a super bomb and blow up the restaurant and the entire hotel, Jerome would believe it. This guy was much more powerful than ordinary people could imagine.
But he didn't do that. He created a small, ordinary-looking flame. It was not a huge disaster and was far from a severe blow to the enemy. However, Cobert, who had not shown up in the kitchen after listening to Schiller's entire analysis, suddenly appeared.
"Long time no see, Jerome." The face on the ceiling was still very gloomy, with drooping eyes, downturned corners of the mouth, and aquiline nose that was particularly eye-catching.
"How did you two know each other?" Schiller asked.
"It can be said that we met each other by chance." Jerome said vaguely: "We met by chance."
"His brother has caused me a lot of trouble." Cobert didn't care about Jerome's attempt to cover up his past and directly exposed his past. He said, "Your brother is much smarter than you. What do you think he would do if I killed you here?"
Jerome raised his head and looked at the ceiling with a vicious look, but said nothing. Cobert turned his gaze to Schiller.
"Put out the fire." He said this, and the threat didn't sound strong, but it had a sinister and cunning tone.
"I now have a way to reattach the snake. Do you want to try it?" Schiller avoided the question and seemed to not understand what he was saying at all. Cobert just stared at him coldly, but Schiller had never lost in any stalemate.
“Who are they?” Schiller asked, and then added: “If you don’t tell me, I can only guess.”
Jerome immediately signaled to Cobert with his eyes, asking him to speak quickly. Letting Schiller guess would not end well, just like himself. Although he also wanted to find something to hold against this damn hook-nosed man, if it was Schiller who would be satisfied, he would rather share the same hatred with Cobert.
Cobert did not answer, so Schiller continued talking to himself, and it seemed that he had already thought of the answer.
"Your childhood was not very lucky. There were too many unfortunate factors. A fish living in water will not feel suffocated. The bad conditions where you were born did not actually make you very painful. Even your abnormal father and mother..."
When Schiller mentioned the word "mother", the nerves of the entire ceiling contracted for a moment, and then quickly stretched out. Cobert's face became more prominent, as if he was about to break free from the ceiling at any time. He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to swallow Schiller.
But it was obvious that he couldn't do it in a short time. The restaurant's resistance was very strong. Even if it was closed now, he couldn't completely swallow up the restaurant so quickly. At least he couldn't break the restaurant's rules now. Schiller was still having a meal, and he couldn't do anything to him at this time.
"I have no intention of insulting you and your family. I am referring to abnormality compared to what is in the textbooks. If it is compared to Gotham, then it is not so bad." Schiller commented objectively: "You have a house and are not often displaced. You have the concept of going home and hiding. Although this is part of the cowardice in your character, it also proves that you have been sheltered, both mentally and physically."
"You have a house and maybe a responsible mother when you were a kid, so if you run into trouble you can't solve, you can just dive into your nest and enjoy at least a moment of peace, which you often do, and you still do until now."
"I believe you are in a bad situation now. If you have the chance to go home, you will definitely do so. Is your mother still alive?"
Cobert's expression was obviously a little stiff. He wanted to control himself, but he couldn't help looking at Jerome. Jerome shook his head and said, "I came in not much later than you. If you meet Jerome, maybe you can ask him."
"Let's get back to the topic." Schiller said that Cobert's attitude had changed a little, because he seemed to think that Schiller could leave here, so that he might be able to protect his mother. Cobert has always been patient and humble to those who are beneficial to him.
"During this period, your recognition from others and your self-recognition system are normal, because most of the emotions you receive at this time are relatively pure. Some people scold you, some people hit you, and they deny your value because of your meanness."
"At the same time, there must be people who praise you, and they praise you from the bottom of their hearts. Some people think you are great, and some people think you are valuable. You really think so too. The recognition of others and the recognition of yourself are half and half, forming a stable recognition system."
"But one day, something changed. Someone made you doubt the recognition of others for the first time. You immersed yourself in the recognition he provided you, but he hurt you. Who was this person?"
The face on the ceiling seemed to regain its color in an instant, even a little red. He raised his lips to show his teeth, and almost viciously spat out a name, "Colin!!!!!!"
"A...nobody?" Schiller was not agreeing with the Penguin. Instead, he looked through his memories and found that there was no such person in Gotham. This meant that he might have died in some corner.
Cobert seemed very satisfied. He gritted his teeth and said, "Yes, he is just a nobody. No one knows him. He will die soon if he leaves me. He deserves it!"
"You're not as carefree as you appear." Schiller smiled and said, "It seems that he will regret his whole life if he doesn't die in your hands."
Cobert fell silent again, his eyes still as vicious as before, his lips trembling slightly, his nose sticking up, and his eyes rolling up. He was obviously recalling something, but now was not a good time to recall. The more he recalled, the angrier he became, and the whole restaurant began to tremble.
"Calm down." Schiller knocked on the service bell next to him. The moment the familiar elevator sound rang, the three of them paused for a moment.
It's not that there is really any magical effect, but it's obvious that the three of them have suffered from this ringtone. They are all smart people and immediately realized that now is not the time to vent their emotions.
"I guess you must trust him very much." Schiller said, "Before you met him, you were not doing well. I don't mean that no one recognized you at all. It was because someone recognized you that what you needed at that time was understanding, not recognition."
"Just like a starving ghost who only asks for food and doesn't care whether it tastes good or not, people who are not that hungry will be picky. You were obviously not as hungry as you are now in your childhood."
"You are different, so you always don't fit in. I'm not saying you have a disability, but you always think long-term, which is rare in the lower classes of Gotham. Most people are always only worried about tomorrow. If you talk to them about the future, they will treat you as a freak."
"You are a freak in everyone's eyes. Even if you can provide convenience to some people with your wisdom and ruthlessness and make them recognize you, they still don't understand you."
"That man named Colin expressed his understanding for you. Combined with your hatred for the upper class, he may not be a low-class person in Gotham. He is at least a few levels higher than you. He may come from a well-off family and even have the conditions to go to school."
"...He goes to a private elementary school." Cobert finally spoke. He said, "My mother is in poor health and can't do heavy work. She cooks for a distant relative who runs a shop to make a living. I am responsible for delivering meals to her. I pass by the gate of that elementary school every day. One day, it was raining and I was a little late, and I bumped into him."
"I knew it was over right then, not because of the meal, but because I had soiled his clothes, which were expensive and I couldn't afford to pay for them. His parents must be on their way, and I was scared to death."
"And then he must have said he didn't care, right?" Schiller said. "He would tell his parents that he made the mess while eating, and that he would bring his breakfast to you tomorrow if he could, and he actually did, and ate with you."
"Then you think he's not a hypocritical rich man. He's willing to have dinner with you, which proves he's not just being kind, but really doesn't look down on you. You can't believe it and start to beg for mercy, but the result is that he's really pure and innocent, just like a ray of light in your life."
Cobert's mouth was already open, and he obviously wanted to continue talking, but Schiller interrupted him. He didn't know what to say, so he stared at Schiller and asked, "How did you know?"
Jerome couldn't bear to listen any longer. He sighed, leaned sideways on the armrest and said, "He was born a bad guy. He had planned it all along."
Cobert opened his mouth to refute, but Jerome also learned Schiller's stealing method. At the moment when Cobert took a breath, he said, "Don't ask me why I know, because I am also a bad guy."
As expected, Cobert was choked and started coughing violently. Jerome didn't want to pretend anymore and showed a wicked smile.
"I bet he had been keeping an eye on you in school for a long time. You delivered lunch at that time regardless of weather conditions. He had plenty of time to plan for accidents and rehearse his expressions. Believe it or not, the timing and strength of his collision with you were practiced countless times."
Cobert wanted to speak again, but Jerome intercepted the ball again and said, "Don't ask me how I know. I've done it before."
Cobert was choked again and almost suffocated himself. Jerome began to enjoy it all. When he realized the pleasure that words were more powerful than fists, no one could refuse.
"I remember I haven't introduced myself yet. Although you probably haven't heard of my name in this universe right now, maybe you will hear it soon. My name is Schiller Rodriguez. I'm a psychologist and a professor of psychology at Gotham University in another universe."
"From a professional perspective, I can tell you responsibly that this man named Colin approached you with a purpose from the beginning. You must have suspected this, but you rejected this idea because you felt it was meaningless."
“But there are some people in this world, like him and me, who don’t necessarily do things for profit, but just want to watch the world burn.”
"This boy named Colin is probably the same. He is a born bad guy. He approaches you just to bully you. He is no different from other people who bully you. It's just that he was born into a good family and has the opportunity to receive education, so he can disguise himself better than others."
"Moreover, he has a greater need to disguise himself than the lower class people, which means that he has been suppressed for a longer time. And for these born bad guys, the more they are suppressed, the crazier they will explode."
Cobert's lips began to tremble, obviously he thought of something, but Jerome suddenly smiled broadly and asked out of the blue.
"Does your leg hurt?"
The whole restaurant shuddered.
Cobert's expression disappeared instantly, and the cold air spread out from the kitchen again. Schiller looked at Jerome with a disapproving expression and said, "You can't provoke him like this. If it happens again, I will definitely not help you clean up the mess."
"This means you will this time, my good professor." Jerome smiled and said, "Call that coward back, I swear I won't scare him again."
"Cobot." Schiller raised his voice and said, "If you still want to continue listening, come out. If you don't want to, the two of us will leave."
The other party was obviously struggling, mainly wondering whether he was sure he could keep the two people here by force, but the Penguin Man always knew when to act. After a few seconds, the face reappeared.
But the look in Cobert's eyes when he looked at Jerome was somewhat complicated.