Sex is a topic that humans cannot avoid, and naturally it is also a topic that serial killers cannot avoid. In the selection of victims, gender is an extremely important factor, even the most important factor in most cases.
However, according to Schiller's understanding of Jonathan Crane, he was not interested in the subject of sex, and even abandoned it, feeling that it was a low and primitive expression, and that he should pursue a more
Something noble and pure.
Jonathan is an anti-instinctist. He dresses up as a scarecrow in order to turn himself into a symbol, that is, "inhuman".
He believes that such a state is a sublimation for him, making him higher than all ordinary beings, and is even the fundamental reason why he can harm ordinary people with peace of mind and treat them with a judgmental mentality.
Therefore, the core of this case actually conflicts with Jonathan. Jonathan believes that he is different from ordinary people, and since he dresses himself as a scarecrow, he will not dress his victims as scarecrows.
Especially since these victims are the law enforcement officers he hates the most. He will not sublimate them. He thinks they are not worthy.
But Schiller knew that Jonathan was responsible for these cases, and he proudly published a paper within the club, explaining the same ideas as Jenna felt.
Let me say it again, a dog can't change its habit of eating shit, and a person's personality will not be changed so easily, especially a natural antisocial element like Jonathan, who will not suddenly behave contrary to his personality.
If you have no choice, you won't treat this matter as something very glorious and show it off everywhere. It's too late to hide it.
This made Schiller notice something unusual.
Let’s talk about the Nygma serial murder case. This case is even more bizarre. When Gordon asked about the case, Schiller’s condition was not as bad as it is now. He believed that this case was based on a person’s growth.
The trajectories are connected in series.
But now, when he came into contact with these photos, some pictures began to flash in his mind, and he realized more details that he had not realized before.
Schiller put the photos away again and stared at the last totem case for a long time, his brows never loosening.
No, it's still a little worse, Schiller thought. The curse hasn't worsened fast enough. His state hasn't hit rock bottom yet. His ability to empathize hasn't reached its limit. Some things hidden under the deep water haven't been able to survive.
was noticed.
After trying for a long time, Schiller finally gave up. He put the photo down, and while instinctively looking around, his eyes suddenly stopped on Brand's face.
Brand had a bad feeling.
Sure enough, he heard Schiller say: "External gods can affect people's spirits, right?"
Brand didn't know why he asked, but he nodded anyway.
"Can you come for me?"
"What?"
"Just give me a brain boost like you do to everyone else."
Brand was obviously stunned for a moment, and it was obvious that Schiller's words had burned Naiya's CPU.
"No, that's not the case." Brand said: "Insanity is the sequelae of human beings receiving too much knowledge, and it is not my method of attack."
"Yes, but you can cause such side effects, right?"
"Uh..." Brand was really stunned by his question. He thought about it carefully and said, "Yes, yes, but you must look directly at me."
"How can I look you in the eye?"
"I don't know either."
Brand's answer stunned Schiller. The two stared at each other in silence for dozens of seconds before Brand said.
"I really don't know. I've appeared in front of you in almost all my forms, but you haven't had any problems, so I don't know how you can look directly at me."
Schiller was silent for dozens of seconds before saying: "So I am immune to you?"
"Otherwise, how did you borrow my power?" Brand asked back: "If you go crazy when you look at me, then you won't be in my debt at all. You didn't go crazy when you got my power.
It's much more powerful than looking directly at me."
"Then why can I gain your power without going crazy?"
"I have been observing you just to get the answer to this question."
The two were silent for more than ten seconds, and Schiller suddenly had an idea. He said: "In fact, it is not me who owes you a debt, but the Soviets, so it may be him and not me who are immune to you."
Brand thought for a while and said: "It's not impossible, but the body you used is his, and I can only find this body."
"No, this body is mine." Schiller was not surprised. He didn't know his origin. After all, God's personality should be higher than his. It was normal for him not to know what God had done.
Schiller thought for a while and said: "The problem should be in his soul. To be precise, he himself is... I don't know how to put it, but the reason why he is not crazy may be because he believes in all the things in the world."
Knowledge can be understood and studied, so I don’t feel collapsed.”
Brand did not speak, even if he acquiesced to this speculation, Schiller continued: "But I am different from him. Maybe if I saw what he saw back then, it would affect his sanity? He saw it back then.
What?"
"My true body, he found my true body and negotiated terms."
"How did he find you?"
"Can I not say it?"
Schiller narrowed his eyes and stared at him.
"You know that the outer gods are hidden deep in the stars, right?"
Schiller nodded.
"Stars twinkle in front of human eyes according to a certain periodic pattern. Unfortunately, he discovered me when I was twinkling. He built a super astronomical telescope that combines science and magic and saw me at a glance."
"Then he tricked you into killing you?"
"To be precise, he didn't lie." Brand gritted his teeth and said, "Please, a human actually saw my true form. Could you resist not responding to him?"
"Now you realize how valuable curiosity is, right?"
"Yes, it's too expensive."
"Back to the topic." Schiller thought for a moment and said, "Do you know where the super telescope he built before is?"
"I know, but you probably won't be able to pass."
"Where?"
"In the sun, Naiya said, the sun is this super telescope. To be precise, it is a large laser cannon. It hit my hometown with one cannon, and the scalps of several other stars close to me were almost cut off by it."
Schiller felt more and more that he was Anatole, and that he was the only one who could do such a thing. The stars called to him, and he shot the stars. When he stared into the abyss, the abyss carried the train.
Ran away.
The most Schiller himself could do was make a loud alarm and throw it into the other person's room to help him wake up. Anatole always physically rushed out of the door.
I recall all the questions about Schiller in the institute. At best, Anatoly was talking to the scholars, but at worst, he was punching away to avoid hundreds of punches. It took less than 30 seconds to go from a debate to a full-fledged martial arts practice.
, the opposition leader was hospitalized for three months.
But when Schiller asked how to use this large telescope, Brand didn't know either, and said that he couldn't be asked to know all the details of the laser cannon. He was the one who was bombarded!
Having said this, Schiller knew that he had to take some special measures. It happened to be that it was night now and it was time to go to bed.
That night, Nyarlathotep was hit by a fully insured semi-truck for the first time in his dream. The moment he saw the clown jumping out of the truck, Nyarlathotep's CPU started to smoke.
This is a vast and boundless snowfield. There is only a vast expanse between the sky and the earth. There is almost nothing else except silvery white.
What was more sudden was that a broken black hole appeared between heaven and earth, with half of the front of a huge truck sticking out. The clown was stomping his feet and breathing inside, cursing the cold weather here.
At the end of the silvery white, a huge black shadow rose up. In the endless darkness and chaos, countless pairs of eyes fell on the small truck.
Schiller got out of the passenger seat.
The moment he looked into Nyarlathotep's true form, his dream was shattered.
Schiller suddenly sat up from the bed. The severe pain seemed to be crushing his brain. His face instantly became extremely pale, and cold sweat flowed down his forehead.
The curse took advantage of the situation, causing his body temperature to drop to a dangerous critical level. The scales spread along his spine, covering almost half of the skin on his upper body.
At this moment, Schiller found himself in an endless rice field.
The severe pain in his brain made him unable to concentrate, and his vision was shaky and filled with fog.
The wheat seedlings were as high as a wall. Schiller pushed aside the wheat and walked forward. The moment he stepped on the soft soil, he felt that his feet were about to sink in. The ground was not like a field, but more like a swamp and a whirlpool.
He continued to walk forward, and when he looked up he could only see the wheat ears hanging down around his head, and the blue sky divided by the wheat ears.
Schiller walked with some difficulty between countless wheat ears. As he walked, he saw blood stains starting to appear on the ground. His vision became more and more blurry, and some bloody scenes kept flashing in front of his eyes.
A man was stripped of his uniform, his chest was cut open, and all his internal organs were taken out. His skin was peeled off, and a pair of hands was stuffing straw into it. The same hands were holding the body stuffed with straw.
The body was placed on a huge cross.
Schiller pushed aside the last layer of wheat seedlings and saw the towering cross that had been magnified countless times before his eyes. The man's head turned towards him. There were no eyeballs, only the empty sockets of straw staring at him.
Two bloody tears flowed down his eyes.
In Schiller's field of vision, the strong male face gradually softened, the short black hair became longer and longer, and the giant corpse hanging on the huge cross turned into a woman with a graceful figure and a beautiful face.
But there was no life, and more blood flowed out from the gaps in the straw, and every drop of blood was filled with resentment.
Schiller fell suddenly.
When he opened his eyes again, he found that he fell heavily on the bed and realized what details he had missed.
Sex, this is a factor that should not exist in these two serial murder cases, but it suddenly appeared in them.
In the Scarecrow case, the victim's genitals were removed, and in the Nygma case, the last victim was penetrated from bottom to top.
She hated her reproductive organs, Schiller thought, this was a woman regretting her past, and she used this destructive way to warn herself not to make the same mistake again.
What she hates is not the reproductive organ itself, but the act of reproduction it represents. She hates that she has reproduced offspring——
Her descendants betrayed her?
Sorry for being late, Planet Coaster 2 is so much fun