Schiller walked behind the glass screen wall without hurry, washed his hands in the basin next to the treatment bed, and then took a towel from the side, wiped his hands, and walked out.

He sat back on the couch, and Valentine lay on the floor at his feet, blood streaming down his eye sockets, staining a large area of the carpet red.

The human wounded posture and the smell of blood made Bruce instinctively want to step forward and bandage the wounded, but he didn't go in the end, but walked back into the shadows.

Not because he thought that Professor Pig-Faced was actually a serial killer, but because, in order to get to Valentine's side, he had to walk past Schiller.

It was definitely not a good idea, because Schiller had already casually tossed the towel aside and was about to start talking.

"If you come to the psychiatrist's office, but you don't plan to talk to him, but you plan to listen to him, then what you hear is most likely some words of comfort, but in fact, every psychiatrist knows that it is ineffective to only comfort the other person's condition."

"No one can comfort yourself better than you, and if you can't even comfort yourself, it makes no sense to spend money to find someone else to comfort you, you should take medicine, cure physical lesions, and then re-establish a psychological defense line to gain the ability to comfort yourself."

"But if you come to a psychiatrist's office and pay to listen to him, then a psychologist with professional ethics will naturally find the best way to comfort you, rather than excuse yourself because it's difficult."

The sofa opposite was empty, so Schiller put one leg on the other, sat upright on the back of the sofa, and said: "Every psychiatrist has a set of methods of comforting others, and I am no exception. ”

"The goal of all the psychotherapy I do is to make the patient feel that he has been understood, and the best way to make the patient feel that he has been understood, is not to repeat 'I understand you' over and over again, but to talk to him about himself."

"You have to let the patient understand you first, and then he will see from your words and actions whether he understands or not."

"Then let's talk about what interests you the most......" Schiller leaned back, put his hands on the armrests, turned his head to look at Valentin and said:

"Why don't I recognize humans as my own kind?"

A second before the question was asked, Bruce was still looking at Valentine, imagining that his eye wound was inflamed, but Schiller's voice fell, and Bruce had to look at the professor.

"I'm a psychiatrist, and in the eyes of many people, this job is mysterious, and it is, but more importantly, it will make you realize the truth that what drives humanity is actually dirty, ugly, and disgusting."

"The evil in human nature is not a burden to them, but an inseparable part of them, the basis on which they live, but they never recognized this and made a set of rules to restrain this evil, which they call morality."

"Human beings are actually easy to be domesticated because of their habits, and social animals will be domesticated by social morality, of course, there will be some individuals who are not so thoroughly domesticated, and in order to limit what these individuals do, people have formulated a set of rules called laws."

"The reason why I don't recognize ordinary people who live in morality and law as my kind is because they have become other species domesticated by morality and law, rather than the most primitive people."

Bruce tilted his head to the side, but Schiller suddenly changed his words and said:

"However, I can fully understand this phenomenon, human society is developed in cooperation with each other, in order to build a society and live in society, there must always be a set of rules to maintain the operation of society, ordinary people in order to seek a place in society, and follow this set of rules, it is very normal and understandable."

"Or rather, they should do it, and I do it, and if I want to fit in with a group, I'm going to play by the rules of that group, but it's not because I'm kind, it's just that I know it's going to work."

"The most successful education a parent can give to their children in their life is to teach them how to be a social animal and take their place in society."

"I'm not averse to ordinary people." Schiller shook his head lightly and said: "I fully understand them, and I can also substitute their position in society to think about the troubles they are facing now, and because of this, I can become a psychiatrist." ”

"I fully understand this society, how it works, and how the individuals in it, their emotional system, work."

When Schiller said this, Bruce looked at him, and Valentin also turned his head to look at him, although he was completely invisible, they actually both had the same question to ask, and Schiller also saw the question, so he answered:

"To be precise, I don't see myself as a social human being, I admit that my race is human, it's just that I don't follow the rules of human social existence, whether it's morality or law."

"This is because my mental illness, which is autism, makes it impossible for me to get any feedback from this society, and I don't need any feedback from any social individual."

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"This is a typical symptom of many people with autism, who do not give emotion, do not receive emotion, have no response, and have no feedback."

"One of the most important things about their symptoms is that they don't have the need to exchange emotions with others."

"Therefore, people often say that the so-called autistic people have low morality, which is inaccurate, there is a need for social human beings to exchange emotions, and then there is a 'morality' that restricts each other to respond to each other's emotions, if there is no need, there is no morality."

"I don't participate in the exchange of emotions, so naturally I don't need to participate in social rules, this is the original scholarly autism Schiller, from beginning to end, he is not a social human being."

Schiller sighed softly, took another sip of water, moistened his throat, and continued: "Then we will talk about your second interest—why do I want to eat my kind?" ”

Hearing Schiller say this sentence so bluntly, Bruce couldn't help but reach out and cover his eyes.

"Autistic people are not without feelings, it's just that they receive and understand emotions in a different way than ordinary people, but they also crave emotional stimulation, which is the nature of the human race."

"As mentioned earlier, I don't have emotional exchanges with any social human beings, so I can't get emotional stimulation from any ordinary person, and their attachment, fear, or worship are meaningless to me."

"The way they exchange emotions is something I can't empathize with, so it seems to me that they are lying on the ground crying like a pig rolling in the mud and can't solve my emotional needs."

"But very fortunately, I am not an individual, but a category, the world is so big, there are always a few human beings who are similar to me, and their emotional patterns are the same as mine, so I can get the emotional stimulation I want from them."

"However, we who are not social animals cannot establish a new system of emotional exchange, formulate a new set of rules, and then form a new society for each other, which we cannot adapt to."

"The way ordinary people understand each other has been domesticated by social rules and laws, and I who have not been domesticated hope to understand my kind in the most original way of the human race."

Schiller sighed softly, and the tone of his voice did not change at all, as if he were giving a lecture, but if you understood everything he said, what exactly it meant, it would only feel creepy.

"Appetite is a very wonderful thing." Schiller shook his head slightly, smiled and said, "It's not hunger, it's not the body reminding you to get nutrients. ”

"Hunger causes a person to swallow everything in front of him, but appetite is a guard on the path of crazy gluttony, and if something does not arouse the appetite of a human being, then no matter how hungry the body is, the person will not eat it."

"The appetite is quite cautious and restrained, and the food must be able to remind you of its taste in terms of color, shape, smell, etc., so as to stimulate the taste buds and secrete saliva before it goes to the mouth."

"And when you taste the food in your mouth, you will taste it to see if it meets your imagination, and then swallow it, wait for it to digest, provide you with the necessary nutrients, and then convert the nutrients into the fuel of life."

"This process is long and wonderful, and it is the first pilgrimage road built by human beings outside of survival, and it has quite special significance."

"And before what is swallowed in the stomach is transformed into nutrients, driven by appetite, the imagination of what food tastes like is the pinnacle of human understanding, empathy and imagination."

"Therefore, I am naturally willing to dedicate my most dedicated moments to the few people of my kind in this world."

When Schiller's words fell, Bruce's hand on his ear hurt a little, but he actually heard what Schiller said, because he was pressing Hallie's ear.

At this moment, Bruce feels that the greatest improvement he has made is to be able to accurately judge the level of logical self-consistency of a madman, and decisively choose to give up when the level of self-consistency far exceeds his ability to persuade.

It's a very great ability, and the anger that is shielded by this ability can make people live for many more years.

Bruce walked over to Schiller and sat down, he looked Schiller in the eye and said, "I'll take Valentin away, heal his wounds, and then put him on trial by the law." ”

"It's not because I value the law so much, it's that you can't kill him, let alone eat him."

"Bruce." Schiller called his name, turned his gaze back to him, and said, "I want to be able to have a banquet, so I need to have plenty of ingredients." ”

"I'm not going to kill pigs, I'm not going to kill people." Schiller stood up, went to the table, took the jar that had just contained the eyeballs, put it under the lamp and looked at it, and said:

"But whether or not the rules of society and humanity judge whether this matter is evil or not, you can't stop them from cutting open their chests and taking the initiative and volunteering to give me what I need."

"Stop using your professional abilities to hurt others." Bruce turned to look at him and said, "Don't do it again, Schiller." ”

"I'll remember to send you an invitation when the banquet is held." Schiller said, looking into Bruce's eyes.

Bruce took a deep breath, he felt his back molars clench, he put the palms of his hands together, and pressed his fingers against his nose, feeling dizzy.

As Schiller said, at any time, it is not illegal for people to harm themselves, and if a normal person is instigated, they can still say that it is immoral.

However, Schiller did not actually instigate, he only showed the tip of the iceberg of his madness to the group of madmen, telling them that all the answers were at the top of the mountain, and the madmen who had no fear of pain in their hearts and did not care about death would rush to serve themselves to the table, as Valentine was an example.

And Bruce didn't know how to stop it all.

Just as Bruce was thinking, the phone behind the glass screen wall suddenly rang, and seeing that Schiller had no intention of answering the phone at all, Bruce had no choice but to stand up, walked to the phone and picked up the receiver, and Gordon's slightly anxious voice sounded on the other side:

"Schiller, Roman Siannis has escaped from prison! He's probably going for you, so be careful! ”

"Bang!"