The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 2069 Knight Fright Night (Thirty-nine)

Jason, who grew up at the bottom of Gotham, has never been afraid of blood and violence. When he returned as the Arkham Knight, he had already thrown away all moral burdens.

Not only is he not afraid of killing, he also doesn't care about dismembering the body. As long as the criminal can pay the price, he dares to use any bloody method.

But cutting open a living person is completely different.

Especially when the other person is conscious and can feel pain, the impact of cutting open their skin, removing their bones, and reaching into the internal organs to touch the deepest part of a person is unparalleled.

Jason clearly saw the clown's smile frozen on his face, and he actually showed a painful expression like a normal person.

There's more to this than blood, Jason thought.

But the first time, he didn't understand what the impact came from, but he soon had more opportunities, because he discovered that even if his surgical skills were extremely bad, the finishing work was still done by Schiller's gang. What he accomplished, the clown did not die.

He is still alive and his lost organs are growing back.

Before Jason had time to lament the emergence of a medical miracle, the second organ removal came again. Jason was still the surgeon, with Schiller assisting.

Jason was finally more stable this time. At least he could focus on the incision instead of the clown's face, and his hands wouldn't shake when he touched those hot organs.

So Schiller began his teaching.

Of course, it is a serious teaching of surgical techniques, but it does not involve too much difficult knowledge. It only roughly points out the location and technique of operating the knife.

But the weird feeling in Jason's heart became stronger and stronger.

Then a third time, a fourth time, and again, each time removing only a small portion of the organs and recording how quickly they grow back.

The clown was laughing and screaming.

Jason had no sympathy, but the weird feeling in his heart kept him on the edge of emotional collapse.

Then there were countless times when Jason felt that the organs he had cut off could be assembled into complete human internal organs. Schiller continued to guide him intermittently, and the clown's reaction became increasingly louder.

Finally, Schiller asked Jason to dig out the Joker's eyeballs.

"First, a knife is made under the brow bone and a part of the eyelid is removed. Usually we don't do this in eyeball removal surgery, but now there is obviously no need to consider aesthetics."

"Then hold your hand here and press down hard..."

Schiller's voice lingered in Jason's ear, and a sharp, blood-stained scalpel hung over the clown's eyeball.

One hand held down the back of Jason's hand and put the tip of the knife against the dark pupil. Jason knew that if he applied even a little force, the scalpel would definitely penetrate his eyeball.

The clown was not anesthetized and his eyelids were removed. He had to witness all this with his eyes open.

Jason's hand began to tremble crazily, and a kind of panic engulfed him. At the moment of cutting, he finally realized the source of the strange feeling.

From beginning to end, Schiller never regarded the clown on the operating table as a person.

Schiller didn't react at all to the pain shown by the people on the experimental table. Jason didn't feel the factor of deliberate ignorance. Schiller simply couldn't feel all his pain.

It was as if it was not his kind, not a living person, just a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

Breaking the moral bottom line allows Jason to face blood and death, but Schiller is not bloody, he is a bit anti-human.

"Don't worry, Jason." Schiller looked at Jason across the sofa with a smile and said, "Eat something, you need to replenish your strength."

Jason trembled slightly. He didn't know if this was Schiller's hint that he might have to lie on the operating table and lose a lot of blood and energy.

He remembered Schiller saying "Either I cut him open, or I cut you open."

Jason ultimately didn't gouge out the Joker's eyeballs.

He really didn't dare to do it. He found that he couldn't do it, even if it was a clown, and even if his eyeballs would grow back.

But he really couldn't find any reason to use such a gesture to bring such pain to others, so he flinched.

Jason is usually not a very rule-oriented person and is not afraid of threats from others, because he always does what he says and has the ability to make the other party unable to realize their threats.

But now, he has neither.

Jason found himself in the lair. The person in front of him was not a person at all, but a monster.

"Well, it seems that this is not to your taste." Schiller stood up, buttoned his suit, and said to Jason: "Come here, let's continue."

Jason found himself doing just that.

Of course, he could choose to attack Schiller with violence. This was not without a chance of winning, and he also thought of this method.

But the biggest reason why he didn't dare to take action was that he couldn't accept the consequences of failure.

At that point, death will truly become a gift.

The Joker made Jason hate Batman for not coming to save him, and Schiller made Jason unsure that he could persist until Batman came to save him, and made Jason feel that even if Batman came to save him, it would be meaningless.

Jason followed Schiller back to the basement, where he found that the clown had been placed on another operating table.

He suddenly became nervous and couldn't help but think about, who is the vacant operating table for?

Unexpectedly, Schiller did not stand in front of the operating table. Instead, he stopped and turned around to look back at Jason. His focused gaze made Jason look like a frog shrouded in the light of a flashlight.

"Jason, now I have a request, and I hope you can do your best, okay?" Schiller took a step forward, looked into Jason's eyes and said.

Jason didn't answer, but Schiller said to himself: "I hope you can lie down on the operating table and stay as calm as possible." Jason's eyes finally showed despair, and he felt a wave of despair. Heat pooled in his chest.

"Go, Jason." Schiller reached out and held Jason's arm.

But even in this desperate situation, there was still no trace of the anger to fight to the death in his heart. He even lost the courage to fight to the death, leaving only an indescribable numbness and sadness.

Jason followed Schiller to the operating table and lay on his side with his feet flat on the table.

At this moment, his mind went blank.

There was no fear, no anxiety, no pain. For the first time, Jason truly thought of nothing. He completely emptied his mind and gave up all control to others.

Schiller picked up the scalpel.

Jason still didn't feel scared, he couldn't even think about what would happen next, as if he suddenly turned into a creature without a brain, his thinking and memory were all blank.

Schiller put his hand on Jason's eyes, allowing him to close his eyelids smoothly. When the cold dripped on his eyelids, he heard Schiller say: "Jason, how do you feel?" ?”

"Jason...Jason..."

Schiller's call failed to bring Jason back from his thoughts. His mind was still blank and he didn't think of anything.

Then there were fingers waving in front of his eyes, the direct light, a trace of pain in his arms, and the sore knees from being knocked.

Jason couldn't come back to his senses at all, he fell into an ultimate state of emptiness.

After an unknown amount of time, Jason felt a pair of strong hands grab his arm, and then support his back, making him sit up from the operating table, then turned around and sat on the edge of the operating table.

When the blood was pumped to the brain again, Jason finally came to his senses. He turned around and saw Schiller putting the scalpel back into the box.

"how do you feel?"

Jason felt relieved, but still very confused. He felt that his thinking became extremely clear, his brain became active again, and something that had been entangled in his emotions disappeared.

The world seemed brand new.

Schiller looked at him with a smile and said, "Have you ever heard of breakdown therapy?"

Jason shook his head.

“Sounds simple enough to put yourself in the worst-case scenario for a period of time and then regain the courage to face a troubled life, right?”

"However, most people do not successfully use this therapy to obtain the expected therapeutic effects, or find after practicing it that the collapse is indeed a collapse, but the emotions are not relieved in any way."

Jason leaned towards Schiller, but he knew he shouldn't have done so. Reason told him that the other party was very dangerous, but he just felt that everything was under control.

He felt that his current state was too good.

"Many people believe that the idea behind this therapy is to allow people who are experiencing anxiety to understand what the worst-case scenario is, so that they can then understand that the negative emotions they are facing now are no more than that."

"People think that when they feel rock bottom, they will love the life in front of them more, but the human brain is not that simple."

"With reason, we can also think about the worst outcome and understand the consequences we may bear. If we fail in the exam, we will face a gloomier life. If we fail to complete the work, we may become a homeless person and we will not pay back the money we owe. It will lead to a collapse of credit.”

"We don't have the real courage to experience it all, so we make up a virtual collapse scenario to fool ourselves into thinking we are experiencing it all, and then lie to ourselves that it's actually nothing."

"But this is really only superficial therapy. I can't say that it is completely useless, but for people with more serious illnesses, pure psychological therapy that does not involve physical treatment is useless."

"The essence of collapse therapy is actually that the human brain has its own restart function, but the password to activate it is more complex, and usually, it is difficult to operate."

Jason took a deep breath and found it wasn't even that difficult for him to speak. He said, "But you succeeded. It's hard for me to describe to you how good I feel right now."

"It's not surprising." Schiller helped Jason get off the operating table and said, "I don't mean to boast, but among the people you know, I'm afraid I'm the only one who can do it."

"How did you do that?" Jason touched his upper body with doubt. At this time, his senses seemed to have been washed again, as clear and clear as freshly cleaned glass.

"It's difficult, Jason, I said it, and for other psychiatrists, the most difficult thing is that you have to completely break a person to force the brain to rebuild his psyche."

"Is it detrimental to professional ethics?"

"Always." Schiller nodded and said, "And the patient's own mental state is extremely unstable, far away from all familiar environments, in a completely closed space, and subjected to torture that can be called mental abuse. Until the spirit is completely exhausted.”

Jason remembered the feeling of his mind going blank.

At that time, he couldn't think or do anything. There was nothing in his brain except the feeling of his own existence. He really felt that he was exhausted.

"The clown can be considered the biggest contributor." Schiller said: "The torture of that year, the shock of the night before, plus the various emotions that followed us, barely allowed you to restart."

"I have to say, Jason, your strength and determination are beyond my imagination. I thought you would be able to achieve the desired results after the first operation."

Just when Jason was about to snort and say that he was not that fragile, he heard Schiller say in a smiling tone.

"Fortunately, you restarted in time. Just now I was thinking about how to explain to Batman that your eyeballs are missing."

Jason really wants to see Batman right now.

　It's snowing a lot recently, everyone, please pay attention to safety

　　

　

(End of this chapter)