Chapter 2058 Knight’s Night of Fright (Twenty-Eight)
Jason stared at Schiller who suddenly appeared at the door with great vigilance. He noticed that this man walked without making a sound.
Obviously this is a well-trained and traceable concealment technique, which shows that he must have put effort into this matter, so his purpose is very thought-provoking.
But Jason didn't show panic. His eyes were fixed on Schiller, his body bent slightly, and he took a step forward, crossing the gap between the sofas. His movements and posture were like a meerkats who suddenly discovered a predator when they were on guard at the door.
, slightly nervous, but more cautious.
He picked up the edge of the drawing paper with his index finger, and Schiele said aloud: "It is not polite to flip through other people's belongings."
"Can't I admire your paintings?"
"I hope next time this sentence will appear before you touch it." Schiller walked over. Judging from his steps and movements, there was no obvious aggression.
Jason withdrew his hand. This was a relatively successful test, which allowed him to confirm that the man in front of him did not intend to take some radical violent measures for the time being.
Yes, he and the clown are different. This is not the first time Jason has realized this, and now he is starting to think about the logical reasons for this difference beyond his most intuitive first feeling.
Of course, the most obvious difference is the appearance. Before being kidnapped by the Joker, Jason had met this so-called comedy master in Arkham Asylum, but when he met him for the first time, he was sure that he was a sensationalist.
madman.
Every part of the clown's body tells the difference between him and ordinary people, whether it's the messy green hair, pale skin, or the gaping mouth, it's like you want to use a loudspeaker to shout in your ear "
I am so different, please come and see me!"
And this doctor named Schiller is a little too ordinary. Jason knows very well that the reason why he is out of place in the Batcave is not him, or in other words, judging from ordinary people's standards, he is a group of strangely dressed people.
The normal person among the weirdos.
Without further in-depth communication, Jason could tell that Schiller was an upper-class person with a certain social status, so this expensive and eccentric gorgeous suit not only did not go out of style, but also fit his image very well.
The clown's speech and behavior are always crazy, and the purpose of saying certain things is to make you unable to understand, but Schiller is just the opposite. So far, Jason has not heard any unfamiliar words from his mouth.
Schiller's speaking tone is very slow, his articulation is very clear, and his vocabulary and grammar are quite standardized. It is not an exaggeration to use it as a recitation model for children's classrooms. It seems that his purpose is to be understood by everyone, including children.
What impressed Jason most was that it seemed like a disguise, but it seemed more real than himself. He believed that if he peeled off a layer of human skin, there would be muscles underneath that were more standard than ordinary people.
Texture.
So he won't try it because it's not the key to survival.
Jason sat on the sofa opposite, and the painting was placed in front of him. When he sat down, he glanced at it, then looked at Schiele and said, "I think we should talk."
Schiller unbuttoned his suit, put his hands on his legs and said: "I'm glad you have such a positive attitude, but I'm afraid we only have half an hour."
"What are you busy with?" Jason asked in surprise.
"Something that has nothing to do with you." Schiller also looked at Jason and said in a calm tone: "At least it's not your turn yet."
Jason let out a long sigh and tried to calm down the anxiety he was being urged to say: "It's not a coincidence that you brought me here, and it's not a coincidence that I come with you. I'm not here because I'm afraid of you or Batman.
"
"When I found that I couldn't communicate directly with Batman, I chose to sit here. Maybe he would hear it, and maybe you could convey to him that no matter what he wants to do, I will not change my opinion.
"
Schiller took a notebook from the side and took out a pen from his suit pocket. Jason could see from the faintly visible strokes that Schiller was recording what he said.
"Just in case, Jason, I think you should reiterate your point to me first, since you haven't done that yet."
Schiller pressed the arm of the writing hand on the notebook, straightened his body and looked at Jason and said: "I don't want to take your idea as simple and one-sided as saying that you want to 'kill all criminals'. Can you say this?"
Can you provide a detailed explanation?”
"You are really professional." Jason said sarcastically: "It's a pity that other people can't use their expertise to achieve your status, because in fact they can't, but they always think they can."
"I have never wanted to kill all the criminals in the world." Jason's originally deep and hoarse voice became a little sharp. He said: "You make one person's views more extreme, which will cause all other
Human revulsion so that it can be better refuted, which is what Batman does."
"I assume he never listened to your detailed thoughts."
"I said it, but he didn't respond, so I stopped talking."
"Is his response important to you?"
"His lack of response made me realize that what I said and what I did meant nothing to him and I couldn't change him."
"Okay, Jason, I've written it all down."
Jason took a deep breath and sighed, tilted his head to the side and said: "People gather together to form a society for the convenience of development and emotional needs."
"But everyone thinks differently, and some people want more from this collective, which inevitably hurts others, so there are laws, which are the last step before the word 'society' comes into being.
"
"But what we are talking about is never the law. Of course, there are people in society who will kill people. They will kill other individuals in society for various reasons, such as impulse, hatred, or even excessive love.
.”
"The law will punish them at this time. Note, I mean those who can be punished by the law. They will go to jail or even be killed."
"Those criminals whose circumstances are not serious enough to warrant the death penalty may not truly repent after experiencing a long life in prison, but they will definitely realize that their crimes will cost them, so they will be afraid."
"So society tolerates all people who are afraid. They commit crimes and they pay the price. They realize that they hurt others and themselves by doing whatever they want. Even if they commit another crime, they will definitely rack their brains to find a way to escape punishment. They will never dare to disclose the fact that they committed a crime.
They say it out loud because they don’t want to lose their freedom again.”
"What I said is within the scope of what society can tolerate, and no one has the right to point fingers at the collective society that formulates these norms."
"If they choose to be tolerant, they will bear the price. Everyone has an equal chance of being killed by a first-time murderer and a repeat murderer. This is fair."
"But there is a group of people in this world. Either they have the ability to escape punishment beyond ordinary people, and they know that they can escape punishment, or they will not be afraid of any price they can pay in life, whether it is going to jail.
Being tortured or something else, they may not be afraid of this thing at all."
"They are not part of society, they are cut off from all social rules, but they are put into the sheepfold by mistake, so even if they don't eat the sheep, they kill them."
"Of course, there are also sheep in the flock who enjoy killing their own kind, but in order to avoid sanctions from their own kind, they usually do it quietly. Even if they want to show it off, they never dare to reveal their real names."
"But for these wolves who broke into the sheepfold, killing the sheep is right for them. Not only will they not be condemned, but they are also worthy of praise. The more they kill, the better, and the more panicked the sheep, the better."
"Because they know that their wanton behavior will not pay any price, they dare to stand in the sheepfold and howl like crazy. They even dare to let every sheep hear their names and opinions. They dare to speak in the ears of every sheep and even those responsible for law enforcement.
It’s only right to call them out while doing so.”
"This is the biggest difference between the ferocious sheep in the sheepfold and the wolf that breaks in outside the sheepfold - and the one I want to kill is the wolf."
Jason spread his hands and said: "The vicious sheep are ordinary criminals, while the wolves are super criminals, or in other words, the madmen in Gotham."
"You can't use any method to make him realize that sheep have a way of making them afraid and making them pay the price, so there is only one way to end his behavior of hurting the sheep - let them go to hell."
"The process of killing them is not to vent anger. It does not contain any meaning of execution. It is just an end. Once they die, they will no longer have the opportunity to harm the sheep."
"'Isolated from social rules'..." Schiller repeated Jason's wording, seeming to find it very interesting. He looked at Jason and asked: "If this is your definition, then how do you view superheroes?
of?"
"I know what you want to say." Jason crossed his arms and said, "Yes, superheroes are also isolated from social rules. In essence, they are also outsiders who break into the sheepfold."
"But humans are not that simple. Complex emotions give us countless possibilities for individual development, and outsiders are not necessarily wolves."
“Some may be deer that develop sympathy for similar people and spontaneously guard the flock, some may be ferocious dogs that fight against wolves out of the need to protect their own survival resources, and some may be more cunning and powerful than wolves.
's shepherd.”
"For a shepherd, he never sees himself as a sheep, but the pasture and the sheep are his territory and property, so he must get a shotgun to fight off the wolves."
"Is this how you feel about Batman?"
"He is more extreme than a shepherd, he is a president." Jason looked at Schiller intently and said: "Bruce Wayne's way of owning the world is different from all of us, not just the sheep, but the entire ranch, the entire
The town, the entire state, the entire country, are all his property."
"Be it sheep, deer, dog, wolf..." Jason muttered: "He regards all these things as his property and does not allow any of them to be harmed."
"So he began to naively look for ways to allow sheep and wolves to coexist peacefully, rather than to eliminate one or the other."
"And you think it's unfair to the sheep."
"Because I was once one of them." Jason left his sight and lowered his eyes and said: "Bruce's way of owning this world is very different from mine. When I was a little lamb, even if I had a trace of malice,
Even a strong sheep can cause irreparable damage to me."
"When he looked down from the sky, he saw that sheep were about the same size as wolves. They were all in groups, following each other step by step. So he felt that this was a natural wonder and a delicate balance."
"But when I follow the sheep and run away from the wolves, I am the only one who can understand the panic of my companions around me. I am sharper than them all. Maybe I am lucky or unlucky."
"My experience growing up made me realize that if I kept huddled among the sheep, I would never be able to reverse the situation, so I chose to step out."
"And you have gone a little too far." Schiller stood up.
And Jason also saw that half an hour had passed on the dial hanging behind him. Obviously, his story was not as smooth as he imagined. This took a long time, and the conversation should end.
But in the end Jason said.
"This is probably my only mistake. I shouldn't have just stood up and walked upright and walked up to the president. Such an angry sheep is so weird. No wonder he is afraid, right?"
Schiller saw sadness in Jason's eyes. He crossed the coffee table and leaned towards Jason. Before Jason could react, he gently stroked his back with his hand.
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