Chapter 2833 The Forbidden Zone of Strange Demons (3)
Chapter 2807 The Forbidden Zone of Strange Demons (3)
Schiller sat leisurely on his chair. He would not eat the food that others had not finished, but he would use his knife and fork to arrange the food on the plate into specific shapes.
Jerome turned around and thought fiercely, others would want to run three miles away when they see this food, but it would be better for him to have three meals for three people. If he lights more candles, he can eat up the entire hotel by himself.
Jerome sat back in his seat. He had to talk to Schiller. He really couldn't go to the kitchen. There were difficulties there that he, an ordinary person, simply couldn't get through.
He had no reason to go to the kitchen before, so he naturally tricked Schiller into taking the risk. But now that he had a reason to go, he had to trick Schiller into taking him on the adventure. The difficulty increased exponentially.
Taking a step back, even if Schiller is willing to go, there is no need for him to bring a scumbag like himself. Anyone can see that under such circumstances, it is dangerous to take an injured ordinary person to explore.
This place is basically looking for death.
For the first time in his life, Jerome felt like giving up.
It's not that he really doesn't have a lobbying angle, he's just afraid that when he opens his mouth, Schiller will speak again. If he shuts up, Schiller will shut up, and he won't be able to say a word from now on.
But Schiller obviously didn't intend to let him go like this.
"Actually, I'm a little curious about your relationship with the third party." Schiller put his head on his hands and said, "Do you really hate him that much?"
Jerome's face was gloomy, as if he wanted to destroy the whole world when he thought of this person, but it could also be seen that he was a little self-defeating and he no longer wanted to hide his expression.
Seeing him like this, Schiller didn't intend to ask further questions. He said: "Okay, let's talk about business. You have also discovered that I am not the kind of person who uses conventional means to solve problems. If you think I can solve the problem in the restaurant,
trouble, especially to help you solve the trouble, then you'd better tell me everything."
Jerome pursed his lips, but he quickly moved his lips upwards, pulled down the corners of his mouth sharply, making an expression that was almost like swallowing his anger, and then said: "Okay, I can tell you who the person in the kitchen is.
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"Wrong, this is the least important question." Schiller shook his head and said, "I'm not him. I know more about Gotham than you do. I already know who the person in the kitchen is."
"Impossible." Jerome denied instinctively.
"Oswald Cobblepot, you call him Penguin."
Jerome's eyes widened instantly.
Schiller went to inquire about this restaurant and said that every part of this restaurant seemed to be engraved with his name, especially his inferiority and arrogance revealed in the round-robin game, his simultaneous flattery and kindness to the upper class.
Hate and yearning for completely closed self-satisfaction all told how he became the Penguin.
Schiller put his elbows on the table, shook the fork in his hand slightly, and then said: "His obsession with the restaurant and his obsession with power is more akin to an obsession with something that he can never complete."
Desires are second best.”
“In his eyes, in addition to feeding the diners, the restaurant is also feeding himself. What he produces and others eat it shows not his dedication, but his desire to show that the value he generates is converted into
The society's recognition of him is converted into his recognition of himself. He feeds himself without relying on anyone."
"The same is true for power. He has a different understanding of power. Cobot is not a very materialistic person. Although his family was once wealthy and then fell into decline, the material gap is not the fundamental reason for his desire for power.
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"He is mastering the channels through which he affirms himself and identifies himself. The affirmation of the high-ranking person to the low-ranking person provides the most social recognition. And if he himself is the high-ranking person, then the king in his heart can affirm the untouchable in his heart.
It's like saying to him, 'I have sat on the throne and I have the right to declare my nobility without anyone else crowning me.'"
"If we go deeper, it's not that he has to be self-satisfied, but that he cannot accept recognition from others. The organ that can accept recognition and praise from others has been removed from his body. Such people always have low self-esteem, but in order to survive,
And you must have the self-confidence to affirm everything.”
"If we say who caused this tragedy, it might be the diners in the restaurant, the upper class people. Not all of them had bad words for Cobot, who was fashionable and weak at the time, but that was exactly the problem."
"If they are all very rough, like some gang bosses who yell at Cobot, beat him, abuse him, or even want to kill him, it will not cause Cobot to suffer from other people's identity disorder. On the contrary,
Most of these upper-class people are quite kind to Cobot, at least on the surface they won't hurt him."
"This is due to the norms of the upper class, that is, unless there are special circumstances, you must behave compassionately and generously. Having mercy on the weak will make you look good."
"But Cobot is a person who cannot be tamed by mercy. The word engraved in the first line of his genes is ambition, so these benevolences will make him feel confused-why am I still so poor even though someone in a high position has affirmed me?
Down and out?"
"At the moment of being affirmed and treated well, the satisfaction of being recognized by others will instinctively make him feel happy. Even if he knows that they are pretending to be generous, he will still have a feeling of 'at least I have gained generosity', especially
When he is mixed among a group of low-ranking people, the chosen one will always feel that he is special."
"But after this kind of satisfaction ends, Cobot will feel a lot more empty than others, because he has never been willing to live like this. He feels that others have affirmed him and must be that he is special. But when he turns around, this specialness has not let him go.
He's a little bit better."
"Are those compliments all fake? Are the extra preferential treatment given to me also fake? Then what else is true? It's hard for him not to think so and fall into deep self-doubt, which makes him feel
To the point of unbearable pain.”
"Gradually, the organ for accepting recognition from others is worn out, because as soon as he is recognized by others, he will instinctively think, is this recognition real? Am I the only one who has it? Aren't you randomly selected? I will recognize you.
Will it bring you benefit?"
"After much thought, it was not for me after all. He began to refuse to accept all this, because as long as he did not obtain value satisfaction from others, he could still endure his current life. The people at the bottom of Gotham always have to learn to tolerate it."
"Later on, this suspicion of other people's recognition became a kind of curse that always followed him. Cobot could not express his gratitude to someone for his recognition from the bottom of his heart. There was always a doubt in his heart. Before his acting skills were still immature,
This will cause him to miss too many opportunities and even make him fall to the bottom."
"What's even more frightening is that he always doubts rather than abandons it. If he accepts it with full expectation from beginning to end and understands the principle of judging one's merits regardless of one's heart, then he will definitely not become a villain. If he is disappointed early, he will be completely
Regardless of anyone else's approval, he will definitely be the best villain."
"But it's a pity that he can't go to extremes. When others agree with him, the first reaction is disbelief. The second reaction is that the other party is profitable. The third reaction is that what he said can't be true. The fourth reaction is that he looks like
So sincere, he is always disappointed but always tempted."
"Even in his search for self-identity, he put layers upon layers of skin on the king in his heart that he had seen from the upper classes."
"Even if it is self-satisfaction through fantasy, in order to anchor others' recognition of him, he will even deny his current self and add many qualities that society considers worthy of recognition, so as to convince himself that this time they should be sincere.
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Jerome rolled his eyes upwards. He had long discovered that the nerves on the ceiling had stopped moving.
Jerome was about to burst into tears.
If his own heart was dissected out like this and put on the table for others to taste, he couldn't believe what he would do. But the man opposite him really did it, and he was devouring an entire restaurant.
In the case of monsters.
From the direction of the back kitchen, Jerome felt waves of cold air. This was not an adjective, but a physical description. The restaurant began to get colder and colder.
"I don't think the image of a penguin has any special meaning to him." Schiller even went on to say: "Maybe it's because he looks a bit like a penguin, maybe he walks waddling, or someone has laughed at him like this.
Him, but that’s not important.”
"But the image of the iceberg is meaningful. He prefers cold to hot, but I don't think this is appropriate. Cobot's ambition is like a raging fire. Maybe he wants to calm down before he wants to
Sealed in an iceberg."
"If he is still conscious, then he should understand that keeping oneself calm is a cowardly tendency to retreat and cannot solve anyone's ridicule. In the face of bullying, it may be better to let the other person calm down."
Jerome suddenly had a bad feeling.
Schiller lightly snapped his fingers. This action always seemed frivolous to him that was inconsistent with his temperament, but as a ray of fire appeared, the world became completely different.
Schiller stood up, holding the cluster of flames in his hand, and walked straight towards the kitchen. Jerome quickly followed, but Schiller stopped in front of the kitchen door. At this time, there was already a knot on the ground.
The layer is icy.
Schiller threw the flames directly into it.
The flame was actually very small, slightly larger than a lighter, and could probably burn a piece of paper. But the more troublesome thing was that it couldn't be extinguished. Jerome watched helplessly as ice, frost, and frost formed in the kitchen.
Even if it rains, this flame will remain motionless.
Schiller leaned against the kitchen door and peered in. After a while, he heard a crackling sound.
The ceiling finally changed.
Those nerves began to twist, and gradually no longer arranged according to scientific rules, but became somewhat like capillaries under the skin, and the entire ceiling seemed to turn into a person's pale skin.
Several protrusions appeared on the skin, and then gradually turned into a face, as if a living person was trying to escape from the skin, so it looked particularly hideous and terrifying.
But Schiller and Jerome both saw the eye-catching aquiline nose on this face. Jerome turned to look at Schiller and silently said to him with his eyes, "I really have you."
"If you don't study mathematics, physics and chemistry, the world is full of myths. It's the same if you don't study psychology." Schiller said with disdain. He walked back to the dining table and sat down again, and seemed to be talking to the face on the ceiling.
"Does my behavior remind you of those old friends? They can never really hurt you, but just like that flame, you can't extinguish it even if you try your best."
"It just keeps burning, burning until the end of time when even revenge is meaningless. It cannot be destroyed, covered and forgotten, like an ouroboros that is eternally eating itself, chopped from the middle."
