"After the verdict came into effect, I was sent to a special prison, of course, it may not be special to you, this prison, the outside world is called Gotham Prison, and you call it 'Black Gate Prison', yes, I came to Gotham at that time."

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

"What a genius idea." The pig's head on the screen is slightly raised, and the dense teeth belonging to the pig in the mouth are superimposed on the human teeth, triggering the audience's dense fear and nausea.

"At that time, I realized that all our lives, all our efforts, all our thoughts, and our actions have no meaning for some people, because we are just pigs in captivity."

"I studied hard, took exams seriously, worked in the laboratory until I couldn't sleep, just to be able to walk up to the slaughterhouse, face the greedy and cruel butchers, and tell them how fat I would be when I lay on the plate."

With a "bell", the sharp knife in Professor Pig's hand slashed on the board, but then, as if nothing had happened, he picked up the knife and continued: "But I understand that I can be a butcher not a pig, but a butcher, to slaughter them, to dissect them, to strip those soft organs from their bodies, to hang them on hooks, and then calmly stand in front of the table, and choose the ingredients for this dinner." ”

"Among them, the lucky ones can be entrusted with a more important mission." The audience sitting in front of the TV saw that the pig's head in the TV suddenly showed a smile, and even its long nose was wrinkled, with a kind of human-like but inhuman horror.

"I'm a chemist, and I've made an elixir that can invade and control the human spirit, so I began to take the organs I had acquired and form a whole new kind of life, so that they are worth more than my kitchen, just as someone once told me that I am worth more than a laboratory."

The camera pans again, and comes to the side of the professor's workbench, where there is a large-shaped torture rack on which various organs are hung, and there are already two legs and one hand, and at this time, Professor Pig-faced hung up the last hand that has been stripped of skin.

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

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

Gordon's face became more and more heavy, and he gritted his teeth and said, "This damn madman, he killed at least a hundred people!" ”

"He's already eyeing us." A gang boss sitting at the end of the table spoke, his voice not showing much panic, but still a little shaky in tone.

Everyone in this world has an instinctive fear of things that resemble people but are very different from people, which is actually a subconscious reminder to humans not to be deceived by monsters disguised as the same kind.

Professor Pig Noodles is a good confirmation of the existence of this phenomenon, and everyone here knows that the opposite person is a person, their own kind, and even among humans, the body is not very strong, and does not show a threat like a beast.

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

At this moment, there were two more soft noises at the table, and the people who looked like frightened birds turned their heads to see that it was Schiller who had put down his 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, and Schiller glanced at the scene on the television and said, "Your views, opinions and ways are interesting, but there is a little problem. ”

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

Schiller put the napkin on the table, leaned back against the chair, put his hands in front of him, looked at the meat on the plate and said, "You will make this dish so badly, not because you are not good at cooking, but you want to cover up the difference between pork and human meat." ”

"You're worried that the mystery will be revealed before your action of teasing these ordinary people begins, so you've taken all possible measures to ensure that absolutely no one can judge what kind of meat this is."

"But that's a complete redundancy, because the average person is more inclined to common sense than some whimsical association, and even if you bring up a whole human rib, people will always be more inclined to have some kind of mutated animal or model."

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

"So what." Professor Pig Noodles asked, and he said, "I'll admit, I've been a little too cautious, but prudence isn't a bad thing, is it?" ”

Schiller shook his head, tightened his blazer, looked at the screen and said, "This actually shows one thing, that is, although you keep saying that you treat the powerful as pigs that can be slaughtered at will, in fact, you still think they are human beings." ”

Professor Pig-Faced paused as he lifted his knife, and he walked back to the board with his knife, very close to the camera, behind the pig's eye socket was a pair of cold and cruel eyes, he stared at the camera and said to Schiller, "I have the power to kill them at any time and dispose of their organs as I like, and I am naturally the one who is different from these pigs, the butcher who slaughters them." ”

"But I can see that during the slaughter, you feel happy, why do you feel happy?" Schiller asked.

But he didn't expect anyone to answer, but asked himself: "This happiness comes from your revenge, you have changed from a pig slaughtered at will under their hands to a butcher who slaughtered them at will, and the injustices you have endured have been repaid to them a thousand times over, and you are happy for the success of revenge." ”

Schiller put his hands on the table again, crossed his fingers together, and said as if facing a sick person: "Laszlo, answer me, when they wantonly use their power to persecute you and your family, manipulate you as they like, and deprive you of the right to live and live?" ”

Professor Pig Mask 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're mistaken." Schiller shook his head and said: "Because you hate them, so when you kill them, you will feel very happy, revenge is a process of ending fear and releasing stress, this is human nature, no one can get rid of 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 will feel happy that you killed them, and you will feel happy that you have succeeded in avenging them."

"In your subconscious, you don't think of them as pigs that don't have any ability to resist, otherwise you wouldn't have deliberately scorched the food, because people don't guard against pigs."

"Human beings have no expectations for the wisdom of pigs, and people never expect pigs to think and resist, and to do something unexpected.

"Human beings will not have hatred for a pig, let alone take revenge on a pig, the butcher will not have any pleasure in killing the pig, and he will not call so many people to watch him kill the pig before coming to the board, and listen to him tell the story of why he killed the pig."

"Bell!"

The sharp sound and tremor came from the TV again, and the long pig-killing knife slashed on the board, and even split the board in half, and Professor Pig-Face's tone trembled a little.

"You don't understand at all, I'm going to make them 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-headed face to Schiller, but soon, it turned back again.

For some reason, they wanted to see some hideous faces at this time, because a face was too calm for people to divert their attention with other factors.

Schiller turned his face back to the television and said, "Mr. Laszlo, I suggest you come and sit in my office." ”

"Because, a person who hates pigs and wants revenge on them, and who also goes out of his way to put his revenge plan into practice, may be an early manifestation of paranoia."

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

Bruce stared up at his back, the hairs on his arms standing on end, and when Schiller walked out of the room, only the slow tone echoed through the room.

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

"You can't even see them...... I can't tell them apart. ”