"I think the two cases we are discussing now, that is, Officer Clay's private invasion of the house and my self-defense, as well as the cases my neighbor encountered and all the corpse dumping cases presented by Chief Gordon, may have the same murderer."
As soon as Schiller said this, everyone looked at him.
"The murderer is Officer Clay."
Clay's eyes widened, and just as he was about to roar, the prosecutor looked at him, with no suspicion in his eyes, only warning.
Clay is not stupid either. Now he regards the prosecutor as the only normal person like him in this crazy world. If he angers the prosecutor again, then this damn world will be completely hopeless.
"Mr. Rodriguez, I have no objection to you expressing your speculation here, but everything must be substantiated, otherwise Officer Clay can also accuse you of false accusations."
Schiller shook his head and said: "The following discussion will not cause any interference in your judgment of the case between the two of us. I am just expressing my judgment from my professional perspective."
Hearing the word professional perspective, the prosecutor hesitated and said nothing because he knew Schiller's identity. He was a famous psychologist.
If Schiller judges someone from a professional perspective, then this in itself is a factual evidence, because there is no one more professional than Schiller, and there are few in the world.
In many cases that are difficult to judge, the court will seek professional technical support. Schiller is obviously a member of these professional technical support teams. What he says can greatly affect the jury's judgment and can be used as evidence.
"Speak, sir," said the prosecutor.
"Clay suffers from a certain degree of mental disorder," Schiller said: "Because of the type of work he is engaged in, he is too goal-oriented and has strong paranoia, and paranoia is the trigger of mental disorder."
"Are you crazy? I'm not sick!" Clay couldn't help but retorted.
"I didn't say you were sick, Officer Clay. Mental disorder in a broad sense is usually not regarded as a completely pathological disease. It is related to personality, environment, long-term education and short-term emergencies."
"I think it's possible that you killed those people in a state of insanity, dissected their bodies, and threw the severed limbs into their refrigerators as part of your job of investigating people's homes."
Clay opened his mouth to refute. Although it was indeed him who did these things, he was not suffering from any mental disorder. This was his mission, but he definitely couldn't say that.
"You are completely messing around." Clay said: "You are the murderer who killed many people and cut them into pieces."
"Persecutory paranoia and cognitive dissonance are also common symptoms of mental disorders." Schiller tapped the table with his fingertips and said: "The most common symptom of persecutory paranoia is that you think that others are going to kill you, or that you think that others are going to kill you. If you beat many people, you will be the next one."
"Then how do you explain that I was really sewn into human skin by you?"
"I was about to say this." Schiller looked at the prosecutor calmly and said: "Mr. Prosecutor, I only said that I picked up human skin, but I never said that I sewed him in.
, I have never done that.”
The prosecutor's eyes widened slightly, and Schiller crossed his fingers together in front of him and said: "I was driving on the road that day and saw an overturned trash can in a remote alley. The specific time and
I have already written down the location in the report."
"I am a very helpful person and care for the environment, so I got out of the car and went to lift the trash can. At this time, I saw a black plastic bag under the trash can. I picked up the bag and found that it was inside
It’s a piece of human skin.”
"Actually, I am not afraid of corpses. What I am more afraid of is that if such things appear in my car or house again, I will be questioned and violently persecuted like my neighbor Mr. Sivana.
"
Having said this, he glanced at Sivana, who glared at Clay.
"And the damage caused by the last accident to my new house has not yet been repaired. I can't let so many police break into my home anymore, so I think I have to find a place to hide this thing."
"I came to the manor where I used to live. It was very large and suitable for hiding items, so I put the human skin in the refrigerator in the kitchen."
"But after returning to the new house, I felt uneasy and worried that someone would find out, so I drove to the manor again. Unexpectedly, after I entered the back door of the garden, I saw a figure in the kitchen."
"Later I found out that it was Officer Clay, and he was putting the human skin on his body and sewing himself into it."
Everyone was stunned. Clay looked at Schiller in disbelief and said, "What nonsense are you talking about?! Why would I do that? More importantly, how could I possibly do it?"
"Of course you can, Officer Clay, because I saw it with my own eyes." Schiller said in the same unhurried tone: "And there are traces of it in the case reports of mental disorders."
"About three years ago, I saw a suicide case in which a mentally ill patient had a kidney removed on himself, and his family mistakenly thought that an organ trafficking gang had broken into the house and injured others."
“Finally, after inspection by a team of professional doctors, it was discovered that this was an operation he had performed by himself. Before this, he had never had any medical education background or working experience, but he completely removed his own organs and kept them.
Take your own life."
"I have also seen patients perform castration surgeries, lung resection surgeries, joint removal surgeries, and even amputation surgeries. And these are not just rough cuts of organs with a knife. They will do preoperative analysis and calibration.
The location of the incision is quite creatively selected, no anesthesia is used, and postoperative suturing and bandaging can be performed.”
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"The essence is that during mental disorder, human brain activity is abnormally dysfunctional and neurological. At this time, the patient's receptors are completely confused, and they can't even distinguish between themselves and others."
"Some patients described after the incident that they thought they were famous doctors who were operating on the president at this time, and some people thought that their cat was dying and they had to operate on it."
"Of course there are people who know very well that they are removing their own organs, but their mental disorder makes them think that they do not have this part of the organ in their body. These things are abnormal and need to be removed immediately."
"This is a common symptom of cognitive dissonance, but in addition, their hand-brain coordination is normal, and they clearly understand what injury and bleeding will cause them, so they can complete such delicate and complex work
, and also know how to stop bleeding in time, because they don’t want to die, they just want to correct something wrong.”
"'Correction' thinking is a way of thinking that is common among people with mental disorders. They believe that something is abnormal and must be corrected, but they don't know that the abnormal thing is themselves, their spirit and brain."
"Sometimes this kind of thinking only brings pain to patients, but sometimes it brings harm to society, because once some mentally disordered patients put such ideas into practice, it is very likely to harm others."
"According to my observation, Officer Clay, you have very typical symptoms of mental disorder. Please think carefully. Is there anything unusual about you recently?"
"Of course I didn't! I'm normal!"
"Every patient with mental disorder thinks he or she is normal." Schiller said: "We usually don't look at the patient's subjective judgment, but only the facts."
After saying that, he focused his attention on Gordon and said, "Has Officer Clay been particularly irritable recently, and often has repetitive actions, repetitive language, and confusing and broken logic?"
Gordon and the other police officers looked at each other. After a moment of hesitation, Gordon said, "He has been quite irritable recently."
Bullock pondered for a while and then said: "I think his behavior is very abnormal, especially after rushing into the manor. I clearly said that we might be able to look for clues and find the switch, but he insisted on rushing in all the way. After rushing in,
He was also smashing things like crazy, I don’t know what’s going on.”
"I'm just going through the normal investigation process! Because he's a damn murderer!"
"I realize that you keep repeating this word." Schiller looked into Clay's eyes and said: "Murder, murderer, murderer, but your sentence structure is always illogical and does not demonstrate why it is murder."
The devil doesn't explain what you plan to do, it just emphasizes one fact again and again, which is a fairly typical symptom."
"I told you I'm not crazy!!!" Clay almost collapsed. He was obviously a normal person, why did everyone call him a lunatic?
At ninety o'clock in the morning, the sun shone into the room through the window. Schiller and the others sat near the window with their backs to the balcony, while Clay faced the sun directly.
A beam of bright light was reflected by the building next to it, overlapped with the sunlight, and turned into a bright point of light in front of Clay. The surge of blood caused by his sudden anger made him even more dizzy.
Schiller's face kept dazzling in front of his eyes, and the bright sunlight spots seemed to coincide with the lights of that day. When Schiller placed the human skin on his face, the lights kept flickering.
Clay began to pull away again, feeling that everything around him was unreal. If this was not a dream, why would they all feel that they were crazy? Only dreams can be so absurd and unpredictable.
He felt that he was back in the basement again, and the sticky feeling of blood under his skin was gradually creeping up to his fingertips, and he saw the bloody truth behind the human skin mask.
"Is this human skin?"
"This is a piece of human skin..."
"Is this my skin?"
"This is your skin..."
"Is this the real me?"
"This is the real you..."
In a daze, Clay heard Schiller's voice echoing dullly in the basement.
"When we are born, we are wild beasts. We carefully sew a human skin for ourselves over decades, learn restraint, and learn to suppress..."
"But this is not the real you. If there is something you can't do in human skin, then tear off this layer of skin, become a wild beast, hunt to your heart's content, and let them see how powerful you are."
The human skin was sewn on, and Clay felt endless suffocation. He was shackled under this skin, and no matter how hard he struggled and twisted, he could never break free. It felt like he was alive.
Flattery and flattery, ridicule and sarcasm, panic and screams, what were spinning on the bright dance floor were monsters in human skin one after another, ready to reveal their fangs at any time.
You have to be faster, you have to be faster, you have to break through the limitations faster than them, you have to grow sharp teeth again to bite other people's necks, instead of letting others slaughter you and use them as a gun.
He's fed up with the limitations of this layer of skin, and fed up with this hypocritical world. It's not that he doesn't exist, he needs to exist.
"Uhhhhhhhh!!!"
Gordon watched in shock as Clay suddenly grabbed a police officer next to him and bit him on the neck. Gordon took out his gun as quickly as possible, aimed and shot.
boom!
The blood spread along the smooth floor and reached the edges of the black leather shoes.
The pulsating blood reflected the harsh morning light and mist, showing a look of frightened living beings, and no one ever paid attention to the monster's claws stretching out from under the human skin.
If the seams are all sewn, why don't you take the opportunity to lull yourself to sleep?