The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 2579: Xiao Xiao Down (Sixty-three)

Although Schiller knew that the immortals in the comic world were no different from ordinary old humans except that they had lived for tens of thousands of years, the most typical example was Savage. This great king who had lived for so many generations could still fight back and forth with the Teen Titans, a group of little brats.

But the old man who brought Shivana over there still behaved abnormally, because he didn't look like an ordinary human old man, but like a crazy human old man.

Although most people's emotions may fluctuate occasionally, the overall pattern of emotional operation can be traced. Not to mention that people laugh when they are happy and cry when they are sad, emotions such as anger and resentment, which are far from instinct and close to logic, also have their own patterns.

Human anger cannot arise without reason, just like when a person is angry, there must be a reason for him to be angry.

The old man's reaction did not look like anger, but more like a mixture of fear, anger and resentment. In short, he was broken.

The phrase “he was anxious” is the most appropriate way to describe the background tone of the sentence “you will never be worthy of it”.

"If he is defining that you cannot inherit his power, then he won't say you are unworthy, but only that you cannot." Schiller looked at Sivana and said, "Of course, you may think that he hates evil and gets angry when he sees a bad kid like you who has no morals, so he says you are unworthy."

"But he said 'you will never be worthy'. Is this a rational judgment? Obviously not. No rational judgment can add the word 'forever', because the more rational one is, the more clear it is that nothing is forever."

"From another perspective, when a mother praises her child, 'You are always the best,' how can this be a rational conclusion? Since the word 'always' is added, this sentence can be completely understood as a pure emotional output."

"The emotions he output is obviously greater than what he encountered." Schiller said: "If he brought tens of thousands of children here, but the last one still didn't work, then he does have reason to be angry. Or if he didn't bring you in, but you broke in on your own, then he does have reason to be angry."

"But the problem is that he picked you after a long time, and he took the initiative to get you in. If you fail, he can still get the next one. So why is he so angry?"

Sivana began to think, then said, "You said he was afraid."

"Of course, it's an obvious truth. You're a new kid, but it's impossible that the Eye of the Seven Deadly Sins was placed in front of that old man on the first day. Do you think he hasn't played with this thing before?"

Xivana seemed to understand a little bit, and he said: "So he didn't figure it out at all. He couldn't handle the Eye of the Seven Deadly Sins."

"If he could handle it, you wouldn't see him there," Schiller said. "I guess he's hiding in that corner because he can't do anything about the Eye of the Seven Deadly Sins, and he knows it won't let him go, so he drags it into jail with him."

Xivana suddenly felt like laughing. He pursed his lips and said, "So the truth is that tens of thousands of years have passed, and he still can't do anything with this thing. It's just that when I touched it, it wanted to go with me, so he was so angry."

"That's part of the reason, but it's more likely that he knows that the Eye of the Seven Deadly Sins likes you, and you'll be able to take it away one day. When you take it away, you won't let him go. In short, you've threatened him."

Xivana nodded in understanding and said, "That's right. In the end, I went to the Rock of Eternity and took away the Eye of the Seven Deadly Sins, and gave him a hard blow."

"Isn't that right?" Schiller smiled, broke open his finger biscuits and said, "I told you that his unreasonable and irrational anger comes from fear. He is afraid of you."

"When a person is afraid and helpless, he or she can only use vicious words to suppress you verbally and stimulate you mentally."

"But unfortunately, I still let him succeed." Xivana sighed and said, "If only I could realize this at that time."

Suddenly he looked up at Schiller and said, "Did you meet such a person when you were a child? Professor, ... Oh, look at me, you have been a psychologist since you were a child, just ignore what I said."

Schiller smiled and said: "If I were a kid, I wouldn't usually do analysis."

Sivana didn't understand what Schiller meant. He just said, "Now it seems that guy is a bit pitiful. Forget it, let's not talk about him. Let's talk about Gotham School of Magic. Can you give me a brief introduction?"

"Originally our schedule after dinner was to visit the School of Magic, but unfortunately something happened with Director Gordon, so I'm afraid we have to go check it out first."

"Then go ahead. I've taken a day off today, so I have plenty of time." Sivana stroked his chin and said, "I don't know what the magic academy is like, but being the principal is indeed quite interesting. At least these teachers and professors are much smarter than the company's shareholders and department heads."

The two quickly finished their meal and drove to the Gotham Police Station. As soon as Schiller entered, he was stunned. Clay and several other police officers were packing up things hanging on the beams.

Schiller walked over and took a look. It was Clay. There was no difference in his facial features, and his figure and temperament were the same.

Seeing a ghost in broad daylight? Schiller thought, even if it was a fake corpse, after being shot in the head, he would have to stay in the coffin for two days. Isn't it a bit exaggerated to go back to work the next day?
Sivana was also shocked, but Schiller motioned him to put away his shocked expression. He stood next to the ladder, looked up and said, "Hey, officer, hello, what are you doing?"

"I heard that a damn serial killer hung a body here last night. I'm cleaning up the mess. Who are you looking for?"

"Commissioner Gordon asked me to come over. Is he in the office now?"

"Of course, turn left on the right side of the elevator on the third floor."

"Thank you."

Schiller came to Gordon's office. Gordon was looking at pictures and documents. When he saw Schiller coming, he raised his eyes and said, "You saw him. Any questions?"

Schiller shook his head and said, "I don't see anything wrong. Is the body still in place?"

"Yes, I'm looking at the autopsy report."

"Do you see what's wrong?"

Gordon also shook his head.

"It looks like a clone." Schiller said, "What about his memory? At which date does it stop?"

"It was yesterday, but all memories of the case that led to his death were wiped, including yours."

"It's really strange." Schiller sighed, "The secret service has finally become smarter. They know that they can't afford to lose a person, so cloning agents will be much cheaper."

"Speaking of which, the Metropolitan Police Academy also has some issues. After I went there, I found that there were very few students. There was absolutely no need to make such a big fuss."

“Maybe there are more invisible listeners.”

Gordon rubbed his arms and complained, "When will they stop this weird behavior? Gotham provoked them."

After saying this, Gordon himself could hardly hold back. Thinking about the losses the FBI had suffered in this city in the past, it was no surprise that they would do such a thing.

"You think it was the FBI?" Schiller asked.

Gordon was startled again. He sighed and said, "Can you please stop using mind reading? This is too scary!"

"I said it wasn't a telepathic device, but I don't think it was the FBI, or that it wasn't just them."

"But they do have a motive..."

“Do you think they have that level?”

Gordon opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but he thought about it carefully, recalled it thoroughly, and finally shook his head and said: "If they can make clones, they wouldn't have stuffed these people in now. Is that the CIA?"

"Do you think the CIA is available right now?"

Gordon tilted his head back slightly. He had actually forgotten about this matter. Now it can no longer be said that the CIA's butt is on fire. The fire is starting from the butt, and now it has burned to his eyebrows.

Ever since the beginning of the economic crisis, the international situation has never been peaceful. To sum it up in one sentence - let's pluck the feathers of the bald eagle together.

The CIA doesn't have time to stir up trouble in Gotham. If it's neither the FBI nor the CIA, then who could it be?
"I'm 80 percent sure," Schiller suddenly said, "it's going to be about a stupid girl."

"Amanda?"

"Although she is considered a fool in Gotham, she is unique in her intelligence among the entire spy community," Schiller commented. "She is even considered a smart and creative person among them. The idea of ​​cloning is quite novel."

"Are you going to talk to her?" Although Gordon used a question, what he actually meant was "You'd better go talk to her."

"I think the two people next to you might just be test subjects." Schiller said thoughtfully, "Don't you think their personality modules are not perfect? ​​They're a bit like repeaters."

"Oh, yes, you can read minds, right? You didn't read it."

"I repeat, I can't read minds," Schiller emphasized.

Gordon obviously didn't believe his nonsense. He recalled Clay's behavior and said, "He is a bit like a game character who repeatedly tries to complete the mission goal. The starting point and the end point are drawn, and he will only try to reach the shortest path."

"So what do you think his end point is?"

"Probably you. I mean, it's serial killers like you. It seems that his purpose is to annoy you to death."

Schiller suddenly showed a thoughtful expression. Gordon looked at him with an inquiring look. Schiller hesitated for a moment and said, "I'm thinking about the possibility that Amanda has become smarter."

Gordon laughed and said, "It seems she succeeded in annoying you."

"It's a mean trick, but it works," Schiller said. "I really can't accept hundreds of clone agents surrounding my house."

Gordon was already laughing wildly. He said, "It seems that this stupid girl has finally found the weakness of you serial killers. As long as there are enough people, you will never be able to kill them all."

Schiller gave him an unpleasant look, but had to admit that he was right. Murderers like Jonathan and Valentine all had artistic pursuits. It might take a year or more to create a work, but that didn't mean they would tolerate someone shitting on their heads.

As long as these agents continue to provoke them, they will be able to completely fill up the victim quota and even tire them out to the point of having cramps in their hands.

Amanda concluded that the best way to deal with this group of murderers is the human wave tactic.

More importantly, this is a terrible mental blow - Gordon shot Clay yesterday, and today Clay appeared in the police station in good health, which means that his death and the works based on his death are meaningless.

Schiller pondered for a while, looked at Sivana and said, "Let's go to Gotham School of Magic first."

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