The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 2576: Xiao Xiao Down (Sixty)
"I think the two cases we are discussing now, Officer Clay's home invasion and my self-defense, as well as my neighbor's encounter and all the body dumping cases presented by Chief Gordon, may have the same killer."

As soon as Schiller said this, everyone looked at him.

"The murderer is Officer Clay."

Clay's eyes widened, and just as he was about to roar, the prosecutor looked at him, with no suspicion in his eyes, only warning.

Clay is not stupid. He now regards the prosecutor as the only normal person like him in this crazy world. If he angers the prosecutor again, this damn world will be completely hopeless.

"Mr. Rodriguez, I have no objection to you speaking your mind here, but everything must be supported by evidence, otherwise Officer Clay can also sue you for false accusation."

Schiller shook his head and said, "My following discussion will not interfere with your judgment of the case between us. I am just expressing my judgment from my professional perspective."

Hearing the word "professional perspective", the prosecutor hesitated and said nothing more, because he knew Schiller's identity. He was a famous psychologist.

If Schiller judges someone from a professional perspective, then this in itself is a factual evidence, because no one on the scene is more professional than Schiller, and there are few in the world.

In many cases that are difficult to judge, the court will seek professional and technical support. Schiller is obviously a member of this professional and technical support team. What he says can greatly influence the jury's judgment and can be used as evidence.

"Go ahead, sir," said the prosecutor.

"Clay suffered from a degree of mental disorder," Schiller said. "Because of the type of work he was doing, he was extremely goal-oriented and had a lot of paranoia, and paranoia was the trigger for his mental disorder."

"Are you crazy? I'm not sick!" Clay couldn't help but retort.

"I didn't say you were ill, Officer Clay. Mental disorders in the broad sense are not usually considered to be completely pathological diseases. They are related to personality, environment, long-term education and short-term emergencies."

"I think it's possible that you killed those people while in a state of insanity, performed autopsies on them, and used your position as an investigator in people's homes to place the body parts in their refrigerators."

Clay opened his mouth to refute. Although he did do these things, he was not mentally ill. This was his mission, but he certainly couldn't say that.

"You're just being ridiculous," Clay said. "You're the one who killed and dismembered so many people."

"Persecution delusion and cognitive dissonance are also common symptoms of mental disorders." Schiller tapped the table with his fingertips and said, "The most common symptom of persecution delusion is that you think others are going to kill you, or that others have killed many people and you will be the next one."

"Then how are you going to explain that you really sewed me into human skin?"

"That's what I was going to say." Schiller looked at the prosecutor calmly and said, "Mr. Prosecutor, I only said that I picked up the human skin, but I never said that I sewed it in. I didn't do that."

The prosecutor's eyes widened slightly, and Schiller crossed his fingers in front of him and said, "I was driving on the road that day and saw a trash can overturned in a remote alley. I have written down the specific time and place in the report."

"I am a very helpful and environmentally friendly person, so I got out of the car and lifted up the trash can. At this time, I saw a black plastic bag under the trash can. I picked up the bag and found a human skin inside."

"I'm not actually afraid of dead bodies. I'm more afraid that if something like this shows up in my car or house again, I'll be questioned and violently persecuted like my neighbor, Mr. Shivana."

At this point, he glanced at Sivana, who glared at Clay.

"Besides, the damage caused by the last accident to my new house has not been repaired yet. I can't let so many police break into my home again, so I think I have to find a place to hide this thing."

"I came to the manor where I used to live. It was very large and suitable for hiding items, so I put the human skin in the refrigerator in the kitchen."

"But after returning to the new house, I felt uneasy, worried that someone would find out, so I drove to the manor again. But I didn't expect to see a figure in the kitchen after I entered through the back door of the garden."

"I later learned that it was Officer Clay, and he was putting the skin on himself and sewing himself inside it."

Everyone was stunned. Clay looked at Schiller in disbelief and said, "What nonsense are you talking about?! Why would I do that? More importantly, how could I possibly do that?"

"Of course you can, Officer Clay, because I saw it with my own eyes," Schiller said in his leisurely tone, "and it's also found in the case reports of mental disorders."

"About three years ago, I saw a suicide case in which a mentally ill patient performed a kidney removal surgery on himself. His family members mistakenly thought that an organ trafficking gang broke into his home and injured him."

"Finally, after an examination by a team of professional doctors, it was discovered that he had performed the surgery himself. Prior to this, he had never had any medical education or working experience, but he had completely removed his organs and saved his life."

"I have also seen patients who have undergone castration, lung removal, joint removal and even amputation. And they did not simply cut off the organs with a knife. They would do preoperative analysis and calibration, and creatively choose the incision site. They did not use any anesthetic drugs, and they could also perform postoperative sutures and bandages."

"The essence of this is that when a person is mentally ill, their brain activity is abnormal and dysfunctional, and their nerves are out of whack. At this time, the patient's sensory organs are completely disordered, and they can't even distinguish between themselves and others."

"Some patients described after the incident that they thought they were famous doctors operating on the president, while others thought their cats were dying and they had to operate on them."

"Of course, there are also people who are very aware that they are removing their organs, but their mental disorder makes them think that they don't have this part of their body, that these things are abnormal and need to be removed immediately."

"This is a common symptom of cognitive dissonance, but other than that, their hand-brain coordination is normal, and they clearly know what the injury and bleeding will bring to them, so they can complete such delicate and complex work, and they also know how to stop the bleeding in time, because they don't want to die, they just want to correct something that is wrong."

"'Corrective' thinking is a way of thinking common among mentally ill people. They think that something is abnormal and must be corrected, but they don't realize that the abnormal thing is themselves, their spirit and brain."

"This kind of thinking sometimes only brings pain to the patient, but sometimes it brings harm to society, because once some mentally ill patients put such thoughts into practice, it is very likely to harm others."

"According to my observation, Officer Clay, you have typical symptoms of mental disorder. Please think carefully about whether you have any abnormalities recently."

"Of course I didn't! I'm normal!"

"Every mentally ill person believes that he is normal," Schiller said. "We usually do not look at the patient's subjective judgment, but only at the facts."

After that, he turned his gaze to Gordon and asked, "Has Officer Clay been particularly irritable recently, and has he often been making repetitive movements, repeating his words, and having confusing and broken logic?"

Gordon and the other police officers looked at each other. Gordon hesitated for a moment and then said, "He's been pretty irritable lately."

Brock hesitated for a moment and then said, "I think his behavior is very abnormal, especially after he rushed into the manor. I clearly told him that we might be able to look for clues and find the switch, but he insisted on rushing in and smashing things like crazy. I don't know what's going on."

"I'm just following normal investigative procedures! Because he's a damn murderer!"

"I realize you keep repeating this word." Schiller looked into Clay's eyes and said, "Murderer, murderer, murderer, but your sentence structure is always illogical. You don't prove why you are a murderer, nor do you prove what you are going to do. You just emphasize a fact again and again. This is a very typical symptom."

"I told you I'm not crazy!!!" Clay was about to collapse. He was obviously a normal person, why did everyone say he was a lunatic?
At nine o'clock in the morning, the sunlight shone into the room through the window. Schiller and his friends sat near the window with their backs to the balcony, while Klee faced the sunlight directly.

A bright beam of light was reflected by the building next to it, overlapping with the sunlight and turning into a bright spot of light in front of Clay. The surge of blood caused by his sudden anger made him even more dizzy.

Schiller's face kept flashing before his eyes, and the bright sunlight seemed to coincide with the lights of that day. When Schiller put the human skin on his face, the lights kept flickering.

Clay began to pull away again, feeling that everything around him was unreal. If this was not a dream, why did they all think they were crazy? Only dreams could be so absurd.

He felt like he was back in the basement. The sticky touch of blood beneath his skin was gradually crawling up his fingertips. He saw the bloody truth behind the human skin mask.

“Is this a human skin?”

"This is a piece of human skin..."

"Is this my skin?"

“This is your skin…”

“Is this the real me?”

“This is the real you…”

In a trance, Clay heard Schiller's voice echoing dully in the basement.

"When we are born, we are wild beasts. Over decades, we carefully sew a human skin for ourselves, learn to restrain ourselves, learn to suppress..."

"But this is not the real you. If there is something you cannot do while wearing human skin, tear off this layer of skin and hunt as a wild beast to show them how powerful you are."

The human skin was sewn up, and Clay felt endless suffocation. He was trapped under this skin, and no matter how he struggled and twisted, he could never get free. It felt like being alive.

Flattery and fawning, ridicule and sarcasm, panic and screaming, spinning in the colorful dance floor are monsters in human skin one after another, ready to bare their fangs at any time.

You have to be faster, even faster, break through the limitations faster than them, and grow sharp teeth again to bite other people's necks, instead of being slaughtered and used as a gun.

He was fed up with the limitations of this skin and this hypocritical world. It's not that he didn't exist, he needed to exist.

"Uhhhhhhhh!!!"

Gordon watched in shock as Clay suddenly grabbed a police officer nearby and bit his neck. Gordon pulled out his gun as quickly as possible, aimed, and shot.

boom!
The blood spread along the smooth floor and flowed to the edge of the black leather shoes.

The pulsating blood reflected the cold morning light and the mist, illuminating the terrified faces of all living beings, but no one ever cared about the monster's claws extending from under the human skin.

The seams are already sewn, why not take the opportunity to hypnotize yourself?