"Belena and I are very good friends. We have known each other since we were children and were admitted to Gotham University together."
"She is a rich girl who lives in the affluent area of the South District, and I am a child born and raised in the East District. Fortunately, my parents love me relatively and provide me with education, but usually, I also have to work as a flower girl.
Tong, let those rich ladies buy flowers from me and earn some pocket money to support their families."
"When I went to sell flowers in the South District, I met Belena. She was different from other rich girls. She didn't hate me and wouldn't tell me to get away. She seemed to be more beautiful than others.
She is more mature and knows how difficult it is for the poor, so she will buy all my flowers every time."
"The two of us became very good friends, and it was she who encouraged me to study hard and get into college. Although my grades were not as good as hers, I finally got into Gotham University and recently earned
A lot of money was sent back to my family, and our family has moved out of the East District."
"Belena has really helped me a lot. She secretly subsidizes me every time, gives me all kinds of brand-new things, and then makes excuses saying she doesn't like them. I know this..."
"I always felt that I was just envious of her, but never jealous of her, but just a few days ago, I don't know why, I... I started to be jealous of her, from the beautiful dress she wore to the gemstone ring on her hand...
…”
"When I heard that her fiancé, the guy named Thomas, was imprisoned for murder, I kept secretly laughing. I felt that her beautiful life was going to be ruined. I even started to feel extremely happy...
"
"This kind of negative emotion engulfed me. Every time late at night, I would cry bitterly. I would think, how could I be such a person, how could I be so dark, even though I was not like this before..."
"Until a few days ago, this situation became more and more serious. I started to want to kill Belena. I couldn't even wait for a second. I bought a knife, prepared a rope, and even thought about the location...
…”
"But at this time, I began to realize that something was wrong. I felt that I was definitely not this kind of person." Although Angel's face was weak, her eyes were shining. The scholar's temperament in her body had begun to gradually emerge. No wonder she could become
The right-hand man of the professor in the physics department.
"I began to think and deduce from the beginning that when Belena and I met, our family conditions were much different. At that time, I was younger and more immature. If I were to say jealous,
, that’s when I should be jealous of her.”
"However, since I entered college, my tutor has been very good to me. He usually subsidizes me and allows me to participate in some gang-invested industries so that I can earn extra money. My financial situation begins to get better and better.
, I even have a small sum of money on hand that I can use at my own disposal."
"Those things that Belena once owned, I also own now. It's not that I can't afford a dress or a gemstone ring, it's just that I really don't like those things."
"Moreover, as I mastered more and more knowledge, I began to learn to think calmly and analyze carefully. I am not like those wealthy ladies in wealthy areas who wear new skirts and bring new clothes.
Gemstone rings make me feel jealous. A new research result is more worthy of attention to me."
"After I realized something was wrong, I started to fight against this emotion, but it was much stronger than I imagined. I had no relevant knowledge and could not escape this vortex. I really tried my best..." Angel's hand
She was clutching the sheets tightly, tears streaming down her face, looking very desperate.
"Maybe, I really have a crazy disease, a crazy disease that won't heal..."
"So, you harmed yourself and wanted them to send you to a mental hospital?" Gordon asked.
Angel shook his head and said: "No, that day, I already took the knife and other things and wanted to kill Belena. I couldn't control myself at all..."
"However, my teacher came to me and said that he had a teaching tool that he was very anxious to use. He asked me to go to the storage room of the teaching tool immediately and help him get it. I tried hard to overcome that impulse, but it still lingered there.
in my mind."
"So, I took the knife and went to the teaching aid room. I thought, when I finished this thing, I was going to kill people..."
"However, after arriving in the teaching aids room, looking at the things I had used, the equipment that had taught me knowledge, I regained some of my sanity. I thought, I must not ruin Belena's life.
I can't ruin my own life, there is never any destiny in this world..."
Angel gritted his teeth and said: "So, I started to fight with it. It was a powerful beast. I had to kill it to protect the two of us..."
"I saw it, I'm sure I really saw it! It was a demonic beast, a murderer...a terrible monster, black..."
Schiller knocked hard on the guardrail of the bed, and the crisp sound interrupted Angel's hallucination. She lay on the bed, gasping for air, her neck was covered with veins and sweat, and she stared at the ceiling, looking very numb.
stiff.
"Be clear, they don't exist, it's your hallucination." Schiller continued to knock on the guardrail of the bed.
"I fought with it for a long time. I punched it a few times, and it punched me a few times. It tried to strangle my neck from behind and cover my mouth. I broke away and cut it with a knife.
Its body, but it recovered quickly..."
"Finally, I realized that I might not be able to defeat it." Quietly said in a desperate tone: "It got into my body and wanted to control me to kill Bellena. I only had the last one left.
A way to stop it..."
"If it wants to live with me, then I will kill myself, so that it will die too. At least Belenna is safe..."
After saying this, Angel seemed to have lost all her strength, and her voice became lower and lower, until she closed her eyes, lay on the bed, her breathing gradually became longer, and she slowly fell asleep.
"So, is she really insane?" Gordon asked, looking at Angel's face.
"If we only look at the symptoms she mentioned, it is indeed a mental problem that caused all this. However, there is a loophole in it, and that is his incorrect jealousy of Belena."
"Generally speaking, the emotions that can cause mental problems in patients are inward, such as excessive focus on self, low self-esteem, sadness, feeling that they are dispensable, not accepted by society, etc..."
"But emotions such as anger, jealousy, and hatred rarely lead to such serious mental problems. Once explosive emotions burst out, it is not easy to accumulate in the heart and cause so many problems."
"It's like listening to the confessions of many patients. Most of them are describing themselves and telling their own sadness and helplessness. Few people will accuse others with resentment. They don't have such full emotions. They
I am no longer able to generate such explosive emotions.”
"That's what you mean, you don't even have the strength to hate anymore?" Gordon asked.
"Yes, they cannot express various emotions like normal people. Emotional disorders are also a form of mental problems. If their emotions were the same as ordinary people, then they would not be so seriously ill.
"
"Among all the explosive emotions, the mental problems caused by jealousy should not be so serious. At most, it may trigger anxiety disorders, but it will not be the main reason."
"What do you think is going on?" Gordon asked.
"There may be many reasons for this abnormality, but in most cases it is caused by external stimulation. I suspect that someone has guided and amplified this emotion."
"Is there such a way?" Gordon asked.
"Of course. It can also be done by normal psychiatrists, but it's a little troublesome. But for the top people in this industry, it can be said to be a piece of cake."
The way Gordon looked at Schiller gradually changed, but Schiller didn't pay attention. He just stared at Angel's face, seemingly thinking about something, but at this moment, Angel suddenly sat up from the bed.
"Belenna! I'm going to kill you!
!
Belenna..."
She started shouting crazily and struggled to sit up from the bed. Her face was pale and her teeth were showing, like an evil ghost crawling out of hell.
Gordon hurriedly held her down, but the strength of a mentally ill patient who entered a state of excitement and released muscle restrictions was unimaginable to ordinary people. Gordon could hardly hold down the thin Angel until Schiller took out his umbrella and
He waved his umbrella and hit Angel on the head with a "bang", making her lie down again.
Schiller stood up, looked at Gordon and said, "Chief Gordon, please go back to the police station first. Leave this to me and I will thoroughly investigate her mental problem."
After Gordon left, Schiller's face darkened. If the previous murder made him just a little angry, because it broke his daily routine, and the other party also cut off the power of Gotham University because he wanted to kill someone,
As a result, the light bulbs in his office also stopped working, affecting Schiller's work.
But now, he is really angry. Of course, this is not because he thinks it is wrong to control the minds of others. Schiller is not a superhero. He has no such sense of justice. He only regards this ability as a tool.
But the other side, armed with the same tools, invaded his territory, even without concealing it, and walked around in a swagger. This was a provocation.
People are always more hostile to people who are similar to themselves, and the same is true in the field of lunatics with antisocial personality.
Schiller leaned back on the chair and took out a bottle of wine. He did not open the cork, but the aroma of the wine was enough to make everyone present fall asleep.
As soon as he entered the palace of his thoughts, Schiller heard a chaotic sound coming from downstairs. He saw Schiller in a white coat hurried up and said to him: "Hurry! Hurry!
Click to stop that green-haired madman, he's going crazy again!"
Schiller raised his eyebrows and walked down with an umbrella. Sure enough, he saw a green-haired figure stomping his feet vigorously in the corridor, muttering to himself: "Here we go again... here we go again...
…Another one…”
Schiller frowned, and at this moment, he felt a knock on the door of his thinking palace. Schiller walked downstairs and opened the door. Standing outside was Jack the Clown.
With a gloomy face, he strode into Schiller's palace of thought, then turned back and shouted:
"Here comes another clown! Where did he come from? He actually dares to run in front of Batman! Oh, he is such a damn heartless man. How sad is he going to make me before he is willing to give up?!"
"One after another! How many does he want before he's satisfied?? I'm going to kill him... chop him into pieces... No! No! I'm talking about the damn Joker, not Batman, how could I even think
What about killing Batman?”
However, Schiller did not watch his performance. He turned around and walked out of the door of the Hall of Thought. After a while, the clown Schiller also walked down. He and Jack looked side by side at the door.
This huge door, which always only opens a crack, was completely opened at this time, and the bow of a huge ship came in. Schiller stood on the bow and said:
"The actual combat is about to begin, everyone is in position!"
The two clowns opened their mouths wide, but before they could make any sound, they were drowned by the endless Schiller wave.
With the sound of a low horn, the ship sailing in the space of consciousness set sail.
Ten minutes later, in the dreamland, the horn suddenly sounded.
"boom!
!
!
"
The elves floating in the clouds looked in shock at a bed that appeared in front of them, and above the bed, Morpheus, the dream god, was still sleeping, clutching the quilt, and his eyes widened.