The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

"After the verdict took effect, I was sent to a special prison. Of course, it may not be special to you. This prison is called Gotham Prison outside, but you call it 'Black Gate Prison', yes, That's when I came to Gotham."

"There, I found one thing. All the locals in this prison don't have to pay for anything they do, and all the foreigners who come here are because of people from outside the city. , want them to die here and shut up forever.”

"What a genius idea." The pig's head on the screen raised slightly, and the densely packed teeth belonging to the pig in the mouth were superimposed on the human teeth, which aroused the audience's fear and nausea of ​​density.

"At that time, I discovered that all our lives, all our efforts, thoughts, and actions have no meaning to some people, because we are just pigs raised by them."

"I studied hard, took exams seriously, and worked in the laboratory until sleepless nights, just to be able to walk to the slaughterhouse with my chest up, face the group of greedy and cruel butchers, and tell them that when I was lying on the plate, how fat I would be."

With a sound of "clang", the sharp knife in Professor Zhu Nian's hand fell on the chopping board, but then, as if nothing had happened, he picked up the knife and said, "But I understand, I don't need to be a pig." , And become a butcher, slaughter them, dissect them, peel off those soft organs from their bodies, hang them on hooks, and then calmly stand in front of the table and choose the ingredients for today's dinner."

"The lucky ones can be given more important missions." The audience sitting in front of the TV saw that the pig's head on the TV suddenly showed a smile, and even wrinkled its long nose, with a kind of expression like Human but not human horror.

"I am a chemist, and I have created a potion that can invade and control the human spirit, so I began to use the organs I obtained to form a new life, so that their value is not limited to my kitchen, just As someone once told me, my value is beyond the laboratory."

The camera turned again and came to the side of Professor Table's workbench, where there was a large torture rack with various organs hung on it, and there were already two feet and one hand, and at this time, Professor Pigface hung up the last hand that had been stripped of skin.

Then, he took out a head from a table behind, and the moment the head appeared, most of the people in front of the table trembled, because the eyes on the head were still moving.

"Oh my God, is he still alive?!" A woman covered her mouth tremblingly and raised her voice, "How is this possible?!"

Gordon's face became more and more serious, he gritted his teeth and said, "This damned lunatic, he killed at least a hundred people!"

"He's already eyeing us." A gang boss sitting at the end of the table said, there was not much panic in his voice, but his tone was still trembling.

Everyone in this world will have an instinctive fear of things that resemble humans but are very different from humans. This is actually a subconscious reminder to humans not to be deceived by monsters pretending to be of the same kind.

Professor Pig Noodles proved the existence of this phenomenon very well. Everyone here knows that the opposite person is a person of the same kind. Even among humans, his physique is not very strong, and he does not behave like a beast. General threat.

But people are afraid of him more than the beast, because the soul of the beast is under the skin of the beast, but under the skin of these murderers, I don't know what kind of monster it is.

At this time, there were two soft sounds from the table, and the people who looked like frightened birds turned their heads and found that Schiller had put down the knife and fork and was wiping his mouth with a napkin.

The pig-headed man on the screen suddenly stopped, as if waiting for Schiller to speak. Schiller glanced at the scene on the TV at the beginning of the film and said: "Your views, viewpoints and methods are very interesting, but there is a little problem. .”

"Some of the conclusions I was about to say were interrupted, and I think you don't mind if I say it again."

Schiller put the napkin on the table, leaned back straight on the back of the chair, put his hands in front of him, looked at the meat on the plate and said, "It's not because of your chef that you cook this dish so badly." The art is not good, it’s just that you want to cover up the difference between pork and human flesh.”

"You are worried that your actions to play with these ordinary people will be revealed before you start, so you have made a perfect plan to ensure that absolutely no one can judge what kind of meat it is."

"But it's completely superfluous, because ordinary people are always more inclined to common sense judgments than some whimsical associations. Even if you bring up a complete human rib, people will always be more inclined to this. Mutated animals or models."

"No ordinary person will check their food repeatedly before eating, observe the thickness of the bones and the direction of the fibers, and wonder if they have eaten human flesh. Only some special patients with delusional persecution will do this."

"So." Professor Pig Noodle asked, he said: "I admit, I was a little too cautious, but being cautious is not a bad thing, is it?"

Schiller shook his head, tightened his suit jacket, looked at the picture on the screen and said: "This actually shows one thing, that is, although you keep saying that you treat the rich and powerful as people who can be slaughtered at will. Pigs, but in fact, you still think they are people."

The pig-faced professor stopped raising the knife, and he walked back to the cutting board with the knife in his hand. He was very close to the camera. Behind the pig's eye sockets were a pair of indifferent and cruel eyes. He stared at the camera and said to Schiller: "I have In order to kill them at any time and dispose of their organs as I like, I am naturally a different person from these pigs, the butcher who slaughters them."

"But I can see that in the process of slaughtering, you feel very happy. Why do you feel happy?" Schiller asked.

But he didn't expect anyone to answer, but asked himself and answered: "This joy comes from your revenge. You have changed from a pig slaughtered by them to a butcher who slaughtered them at will. Those who you have suffered All the injustices have been paid back to them thousands of times, and you are happy for the success of revenge."

Schiller took his hands to the table again, crossed his fingers together, and said as if facing a patient: "Lazlo, answer me, when they wantonly use their power to persecute you and your family, according to their own Do you hate them when they like to play you around and take away your right to exist and live?"

Professor Zhu Nian was silent for a long time before his deep voice sounded again: "...Can't I hate them? Are you going to persuade me to forgive them?"

"No, you misunderstood." Schiller shook his head and said: "Because you hate them, you will feel very happy when you kill them. Revenge is a process of ending fear and releasing stress. This is the process of human beings. nature, and no one can escape it."

Bruce's hand tightened slightly, but Schiller didn't give him time to react, but continued:
"But these just confirm what I said. You still treat them as human beings, so you feel happy that you killed them, and you feel happy that you succeeded in revenge against them."

"In your subconscious mind, you didn't regard them as pigs without any ability to resist, otherwise you wouldn't intentionally burn the food, because people don't guard against pigs."

"Humans don't have any expectations for the wisdom of pigs. People never expect pigs to think, resist, or do something unexpected. It takes people to spend their brains to think about countermeasures and prevent them in advance."

"Humans will not hate a pig, let alone take revenge on a pig. A butcher will not feel any pleasure in killing a pig, and he will not deliberately call so many people to watch him kill a pig before they come to the chopping board. You have to listen to him tell the story of why you want to butcher a pig."

"clang!"

The sharp sound and tremor came from the TV again. The long butcher's knife slashed on the chopping board, and even split the chopping board in half. Professor Zhu Nian's tone trembled a little.

"You don't understand at all, I want them to understand..."

"People don't try to make pigs understand anything." Schiller's tone was still calm, as if he was patiently comforting his old friend.

When Schiller spoke, everyone's eyes shifted from the hideous and terrifying pig's face to Schiller, but soon turned back again.

For some reason, they wanted to see some hideous faces at this time, because a face that was too calm made people unable to use other factors to divert attention.

Schiller turned his face away again, looked at the TV and said, "Mr. Laszlo, I suggest you come to my office for a while."

"Because a person hates pigs, wants revenge on them, and puts his revenge plan into practice, which may be an early manifestation of delusion."

Schiller stood up slowly, buttoned his suit with his hands, turned around, and walked out the door.

Bruce stared up at his back, the hairs on his arms bristling, and when Schiller walked out of the room, there was only that slow tone echoing in the room.

"People don't spend any energy on pigs, they don't take revenge on them, they don't show off to them, they don't hate them, and they don't educate them."

"Even, I can't see them... I can't tell them apart."