Chapter 2835: Forbidden Zone of Strange Demons (5)
Chapter 2809 The Forbidden Zone of Strange Demons (5)
The main component of Cobot's emotions is hatred, but it also contains a kind of fear. This is a pain clearly engraved in the soul that cannot be easily erased. Even a similar sentence will instinctively trigger his self-protection mechanism.
It seems that this Colin is worse than he thought, Schiller thought.
"He is indeed related to your leg injury." Jerome rolled his eyes and said, "It's so shameless. I won't tear off its legs when I play with it."
"Yeah, the most you can do is draw a big smile on it." Schiller said with a hint.
Jerome immediately began to change the subject. He knocked the broken plate with his fork and said, "Now we are going to talk about this poor little lame penguin. Your leg was injured by Colin."
"It's... it's an accident."
"Then it seems he is the one." Jerome said categorically, "It's even more unpopular to disguise it as an accident."
Schiller quite agreed with this sentence. He said: "Disguising this as an accident means that he is not sure that Cobot will forgive him after he deliberately did such a thing and was discovered. This is also true."
It means that his manipulation skills are very poor, and combined with his favorable living environment, it is probably the reason why he has no pressure to survive."
"If it were me, I would tell the other person that I did it on purpose." Jerome raised a big smile, as if he had thought of something, and the expression on his face was simply warm.
"I will tell him that this is the mark I left for him. He will think of me every time he feels pain in the future. This is the most unique gift in the world..."
When he said this, Jerome's expression became ferocious, almost gritting his teeth and roaring, "If he doesn't appreciate it, I will kill him... No, I will torture him well, I will make him suffer.
He will live his whole life! I will never let him go!"
Seeing that Jerome was also ill, Schiller had no choice but to clear his throat and try to calm both of them down.
"Let's get back to the point. Colin manipulated you and hurt you. He is the root of your doubts about the recognition of others and the root of your inability to be loyal and trustful to someone."
"The understanding he gave you at the beginning was greater than anyone else's, making you addicted to it and unable to extricate yourself. The pain he brought to you was also greater than anyone else's, which you will remember to this day and feel terrified after hearing it."
"From now on, when you meet anyone who expresses identification with you, you will think about whether he wants to hurt you. If the compassion and generosity of those upper-class people later only wear down your organs, it will eventually disappear completely.
Or because Colin had given it a stab a long time ago."
Schiller looked at Jerome again and said: "What do you think your toy should do to make you furious? Ignore your gift?"
Jerome was about to nod, but when he thought that the other person was a professional psychologist, he felt that the answer was a bit tacky. He even thought about it seriously, and then said: "What really makes me angry is that he doesn't need to
my love.”
"Don't look for recognition in anyone that shouldn't come from him." Schiller looked up into his eyes and said: "Accept the friendship of friends, the affection of relatives, the love of lovers, the respect of opponents, and the approval of those in high positions.
Applause from those you respect, rather than looking for both in one person.”
Cobot's eyes were still a little confused, but Jerome's eyes darkened again, and he even asked angrily: "Why not? I gave him so much, he should give me the same thing, I
Everything you want..."
Although he was refuting, he seemed to be expecting Schiller to give him an answer, but Schiller just waved his hand perfunctorily and said: "You two are exceptions. You can definitely look for family affection, love, friendship, and respect in him at the same time.
Approval and praise, no one can come between you two, that's it."
Jerome was a little confused, but soon he seemed to be pleased and became happy again. His eyes were rolling, and he was more energetic than ever.
"It's too late to say anything now." Cobot said: "That guy is dead, I'm afraid his bones have turned to ashes."
"No, you still have a chance to see him." Schiller tapped his fingers on the table, and Cobot immediately turned to look at him.
"The 19th floor." Jerome said before Schiller could say: "There is a monster in room 1905 that can create illusions that are almost identical to real people. That character is completely real and can even talk to you."
He seemed to remember something and became excited again, "I'm sure the illusion it created is very, very..."
Before he could describe any details, Schiller interrupted him and said: "I have experienced it too, and I can assure you that hallucinations are indeed real enough. As long as there is nothing wrong with your memory, it can remember someone in your mind."
Reappear."
But Cobot suddenly stopped talking. This time, even Jerome could feel his panic. He really couldn't stand it anymore. He narrowed his eyes and mocked: "Even if you know the truth of everything, you still...
Don’t you dare to face him? Are you crazy?!”
"Jerome, you'd better be compassionate." Schiller said: "In a place like Gotham, normal people who will leave mental scars are a rare breed. You can't even see them in the zoo, so you must
Be patient with him."
"You've learned a lot, Professor." Jerome was still angry.
"Cobot, you must be imagining a picture in your mind right now. To be precise, you are recalling a past, those beautiful pasts. Do you think that if you see him again, he will feel guilty for you, then apologize, and come back to you?"
How about we make a bet?"
Cobot took a deep breath and asked, "What are you going to bet on?"
"Bet on what he will do."
"He will... he may say that this is all a misunderstanding." Cobot gritted his teeth and said, "Of course I know he is quibbling, so I will definitely kill him."
"No, he won't say that. Even if you want to kill him and put a gun to his head, he will only do his best to ridicule you, even if you torture him and treat him the same way as others.
As a human being, he will never explain or apologize."
"Impossible..." Cobot said: "I know Colin, we have known each other for several years, he is a bad person, but who in Gotham is not bad, he hurt me, I will kill him, but no one is not afraid
If I die, he will beg for mercy from me."
"Yes, that's it. If I cut his neck, he will kneel on the ground and beg me to forgive him." Cobot also became excited, and when he smiled, his hooked nose became more obvious, and his whole face
All the muscles were trembling.
"Then let's see who is right." Schiller said: "The bet I want to make is also very simple. If I win, I will help us find out what is going on in this hotel."
"What if I win?"
"You can win Colin back." Schiller said: "If he is really guilty of you, even if he does not deserve to die, I will give you the Colin of my universe."
Cobblet didn't realize at all that even if he won, he would have to help Schiller leave the hotel to get the winning bet. He was just a little excited and a little nervous, he said.
"Then, what about the Cobot of your universe?"
"He doesn't need Colin."
Several people started to prepare.
Cobot put away the cold in the back kitchen, allowing Jerome, who had tried several times, to finally get a chance to set foot here. The reason he couldn't get in before was because it was too cold. As long as he was an ordinary person, he would be affected by the temperature.
He would become hypothermic within two minutes of staying here, so all attempts to explore the kitchen ended in failure.
Schiller and Jerome walked in. There was actually nothing special here. When they reached the deepest part, the back half of the kitchen was frozen into ice. Through the opaque ice, a figure could be vaguely seen.
"Don't go any further." Cobot said, "There is contamination on me, which may affect you. Don't touch the ice. There is a problem with the water."
It seems that Cobot is indeed a reckless person. He can control water just like the toilet.
Schiller looked carefully. It seemed that Cobot's injured leg was a little alienated, but it was okay. Adding more injuries to the injury was not a fatal thing. If a few tentacles grew out, the lame leg would be cured.
The problem was cured.
"How long will it take you to get out of here?" Schiller asked.
"Almost." Cobot took a deep breath and said, "Give me another 20 minutes, and I will get rid of this restaurant quickly."
"Can we still stay in the restaurant?"
"Yes, but you'd better stay away from the kitchen, and the temperature in the restaurant will drop. You can make that kind of flame again. I can't affect the surroundings of the flame. See you in 20 minutes."
Cobot and Jerome both have one advantage, that is, although they are crazy, they are still reliable in getting things done.
Jerome and Schiller walked back to the restaurant. This time they chose a table at the end of the restaurant. Jerome still looked at Schiller with that curious look, as if he wanted to figure out the reason.
"Did you go to college? What was your major? How were your grades?" Schiller asked three questions in a row.
Jerome showed a sly smile and said, "You are such a good professor."
"Better than you think."
"How good is it?"
"I killed Bruce Wayne for four years."
Jerome's eyes widened for a moment, and in the end he could only say that you are stronger. After all, in his opinion, Bruce Wayne is a rich man, the richest man in Gotham. If he dares to cause trouble like this, he should not be underestimated.
.
Then Jerome immediately said, "I graduated from MIT with a major in mechanical engineering and physics, worked at the Michigan Research Institute for a period of time, returned to Gotham University as a teaching assistant for a few months, and then joined Wayne Group
's laboratory."
Schiller sighed heavily.
Jerome was somewhat curious and began to ask about the details of Bruce's failure. Schiller glanced at him angrily, but still casually wrote a paragraph of Bruce's paper for Jerome to read.
Jerome took the piece of paper and looked left and right, up and down, turned it over and over, as if deciphering a code, and finally left only one sentence, "He really failed in this subject."
injustice."
"How are your brother's grades?" Schiller asked again.
Jerome sighed heavily.
"How do you say it?" He slapped his thigh and said, "Full marks for murder and arson."
Schiller laughed, and Jerome laughed with him. In the end, Jerome was almost laughing, and then he said: "You are much better than the professors I knew in college."
The 20 minutes passed quickly, and a figure appeared at the door of the kitchen, a limping Cobot walked over.
But what surprised both of them was that his leg had neither pants nor skin. The skin seemed to have been completely dissolved. The texture of the muscle tissue was clearly visible. Countless small granules protruded from the gaps in the muscles.
Still swinging constantly.
"I'm sorry, but they don't seem to accept pants very well." Cobot also pretended to be humorous and said: "They tear off clothes faster than the clients."
These things obviously hurt, so even though they made Cobot no longer limp, Cobot still walked with a limp.
Schiller looked at the half-burnt white candle, sighed, and suddenly a black umbrella appeared in his hand.
He turned the umbrella over, held the center of the umbrella with his hand, handed the handle of the umbrella to Cobot, and said.
"The time is almost up, take your umbrella and go."