The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 1589 Fishing Day ([-])
"For a long time, my morbidity was completely submerged in the surface consciousness. The floor is very solid. Guess who built it?"

Natasha didn't need to guess, but she still cooperated very well and said, "I guess it's the doctor who cured you."

"Using cure is not accurate. He is just an ordinary person, and he does not have the ability to eliminate autism similar to terminal illness, but he does have a very strong pursuit of the word cure."

"So he sealed your sickness with a floor?"

"Yes, it was like this in the original world. If I have been content with the status quo and have no intention of getting rid of the social environment at that time, then it is okay to live like this for the rest of my life, because it is safe enough there."

Schiller was unexpectedly frank, and even did not shy away from the words "the original world". Natasha was not surprised. As an objective individual who did not have a deep friendship with Schiller, she actually saw it more clearly.

"But because college life is so boring, please note that my morbidity was completely sealed at the time, which meant that I didn't have any abnormal hobbies, nor did I pursue excitement. It was purely college study life for me. It’s too boring, because not only do I know the knowledge, but I have already felt it from practice.”

"One of the major shortcomings of precociousness." Natasha shrugged and said, "There is a type of parents who like to let their children learn knowledge that does not belong to their age group. I don't know if they can win at the starting line, but when they are second When you review this knowledge for the first time, you will definitely lose a lot of interest.”

Schiller nodded in agreement, then went on to say, "Then I went abroad and developed a little hobby in an unsupervised environment, and then I realized that there is no use for mere storage of morbidity."

The two of them walked out of the darkness while they were talking, and they came to the vicinity of the hole, but it was actually just a hole, nothing to see, the light coming out of it was too strong, and Natasha couldn't manage to see the leopard through a hole. Clear the scene of the tower of thinking on the other side.

Then they walked on, and Natasha didn't know where to go, but she heard Schiller on the way.

"My primordial desires were so influenced by the pathology growing up that even if the pathology itself had been sealed, it still affected every aspect of me."

"The doctor only sealed up the morbidity. He couldn't seal up all my emotions and desires. It was neither necessary nor possible, so I followed my anger and chose to embark on the road of revenge. I came to this country to investigate The man behind the tragedy that happened in the orphanage."

"I tried to find people involved with it bit by bit, but the first accident happened when I killed a businessman in the oil industry."

"As you can imagine, I know that I have the conditions to sneak into the assassination, and I am sure that they will not find me in a short time, and I did. The only problem is that I cut his throat with a knife as expected After that, I had an unspeakable excitement."

"The whole body is shaking, the heart rate is completely beyond the normal range, the brain and the body cannot be connected, and it is completely out of control." Schiller took a deep breath, and said as if he was still a little scared: "There is even a period of memory loss. .”

"When consciousness returned to my brain, I found myself with the body, in my rented apartment."

"Maybe I was lucky. The rich businessman had a wife and son who had been separated for many years waiting to inherit a large amount of inheritance. They hurriedly dealt with the case of the disappearance of the rich businessman without causing any disturbance. I also got away with it. It was really just a fluke in that state."

"That's what you said 'something went wrong before the end of the world'." Natasha stared at Schiller, then narrowed her eyes and said, "This is the first time I've heard of such a situation. After killing someone, he was unable to leave the crime scene normally due to excitement..."

"The first time it was serious," Schiller recalled. "The next few times it was better, but then another problem arose."

"I was excited when I was killing people. In order to find a way to solve this phenomenon, I continued to put down the bait and wait for the target. The number of times, I realized that something was changing."

"What is that?" Natasha had a bad feeling, but she still asked.

"I'm not an ascetic. I was pursued by many people in school. I picked a girl who only wanted to have a one-night stand with me. I tried to make an alibi by sleeping with her. Then I discovered that some kind of reverse A conditioned reflex happened."

"The moment I got excited, my first reaction was to kill her."

Natasha was stunned, she was silent for a while before she turned to look at Schiller and said, "I hope the men's stories can be straightforward, but it's not this type of straightforwardness, can this also be a conditioned reflex?"

"That's the problem." Schiller said with a long sigh: "I speculate that the repressed pathology on weekdays endows certain pathological behaviors with a stronger excitement, which strengthens my reflexes and makes him associated with killing and death. Together, this led to this result."

"And what I want to show you is..." Schiller dragged his voice slightly, and Natasha had already seen some dim existences in the darkness in front of him.

She took another step forward, and there was a "crash", like the sound of a stone being kicked off a cliff. Natasha looked intently, and there was an abyss beneath her feet.

"In contrast to the tower of thinking, this is the abyss of thinking that leads from my subconscious to the surface consciousness, and it is also a cage that was once morbid—my cage."

Natasha turned her head to look at him, her eyes became more focused in the darkness, and she asked, "Are you sick?"

"We are all, before that, we mixed with other traits in the surface consciousness." Schiller stood on the edge of the cliff, stomped the ground under his feet vigorously and said: "The strong wall that the psychiatrist built with social rules and morals is called the 'superego'."

"When this solid floor appears, the primitive desires that are deeply affected by pathology come to the abyss of thinking under the floor, including lust, gluttony, jealousy, etc. There are also some skills that cannot be used in a peaceful society, such as manipulation, Hunting, abuse, etc., and some distorted theories and concepts, such as art."

"Stephen said he met a man with a patterned tie in your tower of thought, who claimed to be sick."

"He is manipulative and also the source of morbid pollution." Schiller stared at the bottom of the abyss of thinking and said, "You can compare the situation of the abyss of thinking with the tower of thinking, if you go down now, you will also be in this abyss Seeing a lot of Schiller, the sickness is the opposite of the normal, and it is also made up of many fragments, but we are more closely connected."

"Actually, quite a few of us also went out to breathe, after coming into this world and punching that hole."

Just as Natasha was about to ask, Schiller explained: "Obviously, this world does not belong to a peaceful society with rules. First of all, it is not peaceful. Secondly, the social rules in my memory do not apply here."

"An aggressive personality is the guarantee of survival in a dangerous world, so the superego turns a blind eye and allows arrogance to use the characteristics of a world to punch a hole in the floor."

"Then what happened to the elevator?"

"Is there any point in pretending to be forced?" Schiller smiled, and then said, "It's troublesome to jump from the hole every day. Why don't we just build an elevator."

"It's really interesting." Natasha said half amazed and half teasing: "Can you tell me who the various morbid traits are and what they did?"

"Are you going to write it into the secret file of S.H.I.E.L.D.?"

Natasha shook her head and said, "It's just my personal interest."

"Manipulation is the oldest one, you can see him as the origin of the disease, because he was born in the early stages of the mysterious experimental organization experiment, he absorbed all the knowledge of the disease, recorded all the trauma And pain, these things are like nourishment for the sick."

"Gluttony went up several times, but because he didn't pay attention to etiquette when eating, and took several bites of food that didn't belong to him, the elevator was temporarily closed to him."

"Hunting and art have cooperated in some serial murders playing with corpses. Although the dead are not good people, but before you came down, art told me that he wanted to freeze you with liquid nitrogen and put you on the ballet stage superior."

Natasha shuddered, suddenly seemed to think of something, rolled her eyes left and right, then looked at Schiller from under her eyelashes, and said with a playful smile, "If my deduction is correct, you should be famous..."

"You can call me 'the trigger for the collaboration of psycho killers, sadists, mind control freaks, perverted artists, etc.'"

"Thank you for ruining all the atmosphere."

Natasha began to think about the logical contradiction again. She snapped her fingers and said, "Killing makes you excited, and then it turns into excitement that makes you kill. Could it be that killing is the only medium in it? Can't it be changed to something more gentle?"

"The point of this problem is that even if you solve my problem, there are still a whole bunch of sick problems waiting for you to solve."

"for example?"

"Like binge eating everything."

Natasha suddenly thought of what he was referring to, and she shuddered again, and Schiller went on to say: "The pathological traits are much more closely related than the normal ones. Once the pathological needs are met, all the traits will appear, such as manipulation and gluttony, hunting and art, abuse and lust, completely indistinguishable from each other."

"Then I think it's good for you to be single." Natasha said very sincerely: "There should be no one who meets your aesthetic preferences around you for the time being, right? If there is, we will transfer him away immediately."

"Yes, not yet."

Schiller's words just let Natasha breathe a sigh of relief, and then made her heart rise to her throat.

"But I'm going to catch one."

　Someone is in danger, I won't say who it is

　
(End of this chapter)