"After the verdict came into effect, I was sent to a special prison. Of course, it may not be special to you. This prison is called Gotham Prison in the outside world, but you call it 'Blackgate Prison'. That's right.
, that’s when I came to Gotham.”
"There, I discovered one thing. All the locals in this prison don't have to pay any price for anything they do, and all the outsiders who come here are because of people outside this city.
, I want them to die here and shut up forever."
"What a genius idea." The pig's head on the screen raised slightly, and the densely packed pig teeth in its mouth, superimposed with human teeth, triggered the audience's dense fear and nausea.
"At that time, I discovered that all our lives, all our efforts, all our thoughts, and all our actions have no meaning to some people, because we are just pigs raised in their pens."
"I studied hard, took exams seriously, and worked in the laboratory until sleepless, just to be able to walk to the slaughterhouse with my chest raised and my head raised, face the group of greedy and cruel butchers, and tell them that when I was lying on the plate,
How fat would I be."
With a "clang" sound, the sharp knife in Professor Pig Face's hand hit the chopping board, but then, as if nothing had happened, he picked up the knife and continued: "But I understand, I can not be a pig."
, and become a butcher, slaughter them, dissect them, peel off the soft organs from their bodies, hang them on hooks, and then calmly stand in front of the table and select the ingredients for today's dinner."
"The lucky ones among them will be given a more important mission." The audience sitting in front of the TV saw that the pig head on the TV suddenly showed a smile, and even wrinkled its long nose, with a kind of...
The horror of being human but not human.
"I am a chemist. I created a drug that can invade and control the human spirit. So, I began to combine the organs I obtained into a brand new life, making them more valuable than just my kitchen.
As someone once said to me, my value goes beyond the laboratory."
The camera turned again and came to the side of Professor Desk's workbench. There was a large torture rack with various organs hanging on it. There were already two feet and one hand. At this time,
Professor Pig Face hung up the last hand with the skin peeled off.
Then, he took out a head from a table at the back. The moment the head appeared, most of the people at the table trembled because the eyes on the head were still moving.
"God, is he still alive?!" A woman trembled and covered her mouth, raising her voice and saying, "How is this possible?!"
Gordon's face became darker and darker, and he gritted his teeth and said: "This damn madman, he killed at least hundreds of people!"
"He has targeted us." A gang boss sitting at the end of the table said. There was not much panic in his voice, but his tone was still a little shaky.
Everyone in this world has an instinctive fear of things that look like humans but are very different from humans. This is actually a subconscious reminder to humans not to be deceived by monsters disguised as the same kind.
Professor Pig Face has well confirmed the existence of this phenomenon. Everyone here knows that the person opposite is a person of their own kind. Even among humans, his body is not very strong and he does not behave like a beast.
General threats.
But people are afraid of him more than the beasts, because there is the soul of the beast under the skin of the beast, but there is no telling what kind of monster is under the skin of these murderers.
At this time, two more soft sounds came from the table. People turned around like frightened birds and found that Schiller had put down his knife and fork and was wiping his mouth with a napkin.
The pig-headed man on the screen suddenly stopped, as if waiting for Schiller to speak. Schiller glanced at the scene on the TV at the beginning of the film and said: "Your views, opinions and methods are very interesting, but there is one problem.
."
"Some of the conclusions I just wanted to say were interrupted. I think you don't mind if I say them again."
Schiller put the napkin on the table, leaned back straight on the chair, put his hands in front of him, looked at the meat on the plate and said: "The reason why you cook this dish so poorly is not because of your cooking skills."
It's not a good art, you just want to cover up the difference between pork and human flesh."
"You are worried that the secret will be revealed before you start playing tricks on these ordinary people, so you have taken every precaution to ensure that no one can figure out what kind of meat this is."
"But this is actually completely unnecessary, because ordinary people are always more inclined to make common sense judgments than some fanciful associations. Even if you bring a complete human rib, people will always be more inclined to think that it is some kind of
Mutated animals or models.”
"No ordinary person would check their food repeatedly before eating, observe the thickness of the bones and the direction of the fibers, and doubt whether they have eaten human flesh. Only some special patients with persecutory delusions will do this."
"So." Professor Pig Face asked, and he said, "I admit, I was a little too cautious, but being cautious is not a bad thing, is it?"
Schiller shook his head, tightened his suit jacket, looked at the picture on the screen and said: "This actually shows one thing, that is, although you keep saying it, you treat the powerful as someone who can be slaughtered at will.
Pigs, but in fact, you still think they are human beings."
Professor Pig Face paused in raising the knife. He walked back to the chopping board with the knife and was very close to the camera. Behind the pig's eye sockets were a pair of cold and cruel eyes. He stared at the camera and said to Schiller: "I have
In order to have the power to kill them at any time and dispose of their organs as I like, I am naturally a different person from these pigs and the butcher who slaughters them."
"But I can see that you feel very happy during the slaughtering process. Why do you feel happy?" Schiller asked.
But he did not expect anyone to answer, but asked and answered himself: "This happiness comes from your revenge mentality. You have changed from a pig that was slaughtered arbitrarily by their hands to a butcher who slaughtered them arbitrarily. What you have experienced
The injustice they suffered was repaid a thousand times to them, and you feel happy for the success of your revenge."
Schiller put his hands on the table again, crossed his fingers together, and said as if facing a patient: "Lazlo, answer me, when they wantonly use their power to persecute you and your family, according to their own
Do you hate them when they like to manipulate you at will and deprive you of your right to survive and live?"
Professor Pig Face was silent for a while, and then his deep voice sounded again: "...Can't I hate them? Do you want to persuade me to forgive them?"
"No, you misunderstood." Schiller shook his head and said, "Because you hate them, you will feel very happy when you kill them. Revenge is a process of ending fear and releasing stress. This is human
It’s nature and no one can escape it.”
Bruce's hand tightened slightly, but Schiller did not give him time to react, but continued:
"But these just confirm what I said, you still regard them as human beings, so you feel happy that you killed them, and you feel happy that you succeeded in revenge against them."
"In your subconscious mind, you did not regard them as pigs without any resistance, otherwise you would not intentionally burn the food, because humans cannot guard against pigs."
"Human beings have no expectations for the intelligence of pigs. People never expect pigs to think, resist, or do something unexpected. People need to use their brains to think of countermeasures and take precautions in advance."
"Humans will not hate a pig, let alone take revenge on a pig. A butcher will not feel any pleasure in killing a pig, nor will he deliberately call so many people to come to the chopping board to watch him kill the pig.
I want to hear his story about why he wanted to kill the pig."
"clang!"
The sharp sound and tremor came from the TV again. The long butcher knife struck the chopping board, and even split the chopping board in half. Professor Pig Face's tone was trembling.
"You don't understand at all, I want them to understand..."
"People don't try to make pigs understand anything." Schiller's tone was still calm, as if he was patiently comforting his old friend.
When Schiller spoke, everyone's eyes shifted from the ferocious and terrifying pig-headed face to Schiller, but soon they turned back.
For some reason, they wanted to see some ferocious faces at this time, because a face that was too calm made it impossible for people to use other factors to divert their attention.
Schiller turned away again, looked at the TV and said, "Mr. Laszlo, I suggest you come and sit in my office."
"Because a person who hates pigs, wants to take revenge on them, and goes to great lengths to put his revenge plan into practice may be an early manifestation of delusion."
Schiller stood up slowly, buttoned his suit with his hands, turned around, and walked out the door.
Bruce raised his head and stared at his back, the hairs on his arms stood up, and when Schiller walked out of the room, only the slow tone echoed in the room.
"Humans will not spend any energy on pigs, will not take revenge on them, will not show off to them, will not hate them, and will not educate them."
"I can't even see them...and can't tell them apart."