"Perhaps, as you said, it is hatred for them, a desire for revenge." The pig's nose on the pig head mask slightly shrugged, making this rather honest-looking creature,
It also brings some evil.
"I was longing to slaughter them like pigs, longing to kill them, drain their blood, and play with their limbs. But now, I have succeeded in doing this. Isn't this because I have become a successful butcher?
performance?"
"In fact, you are a butcher, but you do need treatment." As soon as Schiller finished speaking, Valentine's eyes widened slightly. Obviously, Schiller's words exceeded his expectations.
.
"Do you think I will start talking to you about your mistakes and make your behavior worthless, and then tell you what the correct answer is?" Schiller showed a smile and said: "Success has never been
A fixed standard, even for a serial killer."
"Maybe you didn't realize that when you were telling your life story, you put most of the responsibility on others. You were focusing on describing who made you like this."
Schiller picked up the water glass on the table and took a sip of water. This indicated that he had a long speech to say next, so everyone in the room listened attentively. No one was not curious about what Schiller was going to say.
"During psychotherapy, I always encounter patients who are very good at lying. They add too much subjective judgment into their description of something and beautify themselves into saints with no problems.
, and put all the responsibility on others or this society."
"Family members who accompany them for treatment will say that they lie habitually, lying to their relatives, friends, and teachers. They not only resort to deception in major matters, but also make up lies at will even in small daily matters, and they refuse to correct themselves despite repeated admonitions.
."
"When they faced me, as usual, they re-deconstructed and created some things in their lives that may have happened in part or in different circumstances according to their understanding, and then told me
, to put it bluntly, they are just making up stories.”
"When I exposed their lies and asked them what the point of doing this was, almost no one could answer. It was their habit, and sometimes it was not even malicious."
"In fact, this is not a shortcoming. It proves that this kind of person has an extremely rich imagination."
"Everyone will beautify themselves when expressing subjectively, and the stories compiled by the best of these people can even be said to be seamless. The process of beautifying themselves is also very smooth and has no flaws. This is actually a kind of
Talent.”
"You think I beautify myself?" Valentine asked.
Schiller nodded, but then he said: "But there is something wrong with the direction of your beautification. You are just like an ordinary person, passing the responsibility to others. Do you know what this means?"
When he heard the word "ordinary people", Valentin's eyes began to show a trace of anger. He seemed to think that Schiller was belittling him, but Schiller's calm tone prevented him from getting angry.
Le went on to say:
"This means that you actually don't accept yourself well, you actually still hate yourself, and you don't love yourself enough."
Schiller reached out and put down the water glass, looked at Valentine and said, "You still have a sense of shame and a sense of morality."
"You feel that what you did was wrong, so when you talk about who caused you to do what you did, you embellish your own direction and shift the responsibility to others instead of admitting your own indifference.
Perverted and cruel.”
"You feel that as long as you deceive yourself and others, it is society that has caused you to do such wrong things, and you are not guilty."
Schiller looked into Valentine's eyes and shook his head and said: "And as long as you have ever had the thought of exonerating yourself, it proves that you also think you are guilty."
"Every person who is good at shirkring responsibility essentially does not accept himself or his own mistakes and crimes, so he creates a fantasy world in which the mistakes belong to others and only he is perfect."
"And when you hate and complain about high-ranking officials and think that it's all their fault that you are like this, it actually means that you know that killing is wrong, you know that you have made a mistake, you know that you are guilty, and you want to blame them for the crime.
Only by putting it on your body can you look innocent."
"And your criteria for judging innocence still come from social morality. The morality and laws of human society tell you that killing is wrong and dismembering others is cruel. This concept has still not been erased from your consciousness."
"Because you identify with them, you feel ashamed, so you shirk responsibility, so you generate hatred. This is why you hate them, and it is the source of the hatred in your heart."
Schiller gently took a pen from the table, touched the pen cap with his hand, lowered his head and said: "You can't really treat them as pigs, because you know that you can't shirk responsibility for a group of pigs."
"If you really ignore them and regard them as livestock, you can no longer imagine the huge influence they exert on you, and thus blame them for your cruelty and let them bear the responsibility for your violation.
Social moral shame and self-blame.”
"It's not that you don't want to do it, but you can't do it, and the reason why you can't do it is that you think you are not naturally ruthless and cruel."
"In other words, in your subconscious, you still regard yourself as an ordinary person who needs to comply with social morality."
When Schiller finished speaking, the room was quieter than when there was no one around. The extra silence was a manifestation of the thoughts filled in everyone's brains overflowing into reality.
This is why applause and cheers are not the best encouragement for the expresser. Silence is the highest respect from the audience.
Bruce sighed in his heart. No matter which professor he was, his wonderful performance in doing his job filled people with endless yearning for psychology.
Bruce had to admit that the professor's top professional level and charisma were the most important reasons why he had the patience to torture each other with Schiller for four years.
Bruce must also admit that there is no complicated reason why he has lowered his standards for Schiller's moral requirements again and again, and has repeatedly tolerated some of Schiller's behaviors that are completely inconsistent with his three views and inconsistent with morality and law.
Just because he admired Schiller.
Valentin looked at Schiller silently, but he did not want to refute irritably. Instead, he looked at Schiller's face with a focused look and said: "I sincerely regret what I said in the car.
Apologize, professor, you are a person worthy of my respect."
"It's just because I have never respected others before, so I don't know how to express it. I hope you can forgive me for my presumption."
Schiller lowered his head slightly, shook his head slightly, stood up from the chair, looked into Valentine's eyes and said: "I think I have analyzed it very clearly, and you should have some understanding of the questions you brought.
Thinking, let’s go here first today.”
There was shock and confusion in Valentine's eyes. He looked at Schiller and said, "I'm sorry, what did you say? But...but it's only been half an hour, isn't it just the beginning?"
Schiller put one hand in his suit pocket, looked into Valentine's eyes from top to bottom, and said, "I am happy to guide a lost child. This comes from my compassion."
"But I am a psychiatrist, and this is my profession. If you want to get more professional answers, you must pay, because this also expresses your respect for my professional level."
Valentine, who was sitting on the sofa, suddenly seemed a little at a loss. He looked at Schiller and said: "Of course, of course I will pay. Of course I know that seeing a psychiatrist costs money, but I came here in a hurry today.
"
Schiller shook his head slightly, then slowly bent down and got closer to Valentine and said, "What I want is not money."
Soon he straightened up again, lowered his eyes and looked at Valentine and said: "Those things you sent to my garden are missing many parts. Don't you like those parts?"
Valentin was stunned for a moment, and suddenly he said as if he had woken up: "Are you referring to the internal organs? But the internal organs are too fragile to be used to make dolls... Do you like internal organs? I can find them for you.
Do you prefer male or female ones?”
Standing behind the sofa, Harley covered her mouth and widened her eyes. Being smart, she immediately understood what Valentine was referring to.
But Schiller shook his head gently and said, "I'm sorry, I don't like pork."
Then, his eyes fell on Valentin's face, and he looked at him and said: "...are you an alcoholic?"
Seeing Schiller's eyes, Valentin seemed to understand something. His fingertips began to tremble a little, as if he was afraid, but also seemed to be excited. He shook his head and said, "No, I almost never drink."
Schiller seemed a little disappointed. He looked at Valentine seriously and said:
"You have a really bad understanding of food. Human internal organs are the most suitable for cooking among all animals. The delicate stomach is nourished by finely ground and chewed food. The liver is marinated in alcohol and decomposes a lot of sugar.
Pancreas-like...
Looking at his eyes, Valentin slowly lowered his head and glanced at his body, and then stared at Schiller. A kind of fanatical flame began to gradually appear in his eyes, which was both like crazy desire and sad pleading.
He stood up, took a step forward, looked at Schiller and said: "What do I have to pay to get the answer? ...My lungs, or my heart?"
Schiller, who was walking towards the desk, turned around. He no longer had the patient and gentle expression he had when he was undergoing treatment. Instead, he became pale and cold again, and his eyes became desolate.
He looked at Valentin from head to toe rather critically, and then said: "Judging from your body shape, your visceral fat has exceeded the standard. This is not a good thing. Laszlo, maintain a healthy body.
It is necessary.”
Valentine walked forward quickly and spread his hands, as if he wanted to explain something, but Schiller quickly stepped forward and put a hand on his shoulder.
Valentine turned to look at Schiller's hand, but made no move.
Schiller pushed him to the ground. The strong Valentine knocked over the coffee table when he fell. The tape recorder fell to the ground, made two "zilla" sounds, and stopped working.
When Batman quickly walked out of the shadows, the boning knife in Schiller's hand had already inserted into Valentine's eye socket and dug out his remaining intact eyeball.
Schiller slowly walked back to the desk and picked up an empty jar from the bookshelf.
When the blood-stained hand let go and the eyeballs with attached nerves fell into the jar, Schiller's eyes were like a child who threw a coin into the wishing well, full of unspeakable expectations.
Valentine was lying on the ground, his limbs twitching due to pain, but he did not let out any screams. He just said in a staccato voice: "Come to my right side so that I can hear clearly... what you are saying."
Batman, who was standing behind him, felt dizzy again for the first time in a long time due to the crazy things that happened in front of him.