Growing up at the bottom of Gotham, Jason has never been afraid of blood and violence, and by the time he returned as an Arkham Knight, he had already thrown all moral burdens behind.

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

But dissecting a living person is very different.

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

Jason could clearly see the Joker's smile freeze on his face, and he actually showed a painful expression like a normal person.

It's more than blood, Jason thought.

But the first time, he didn't figure out where the impact came from, but he soon had more opportunities, as he discovered that even though his surgical skills were terrible, the finishing touches were done for him by Schiller, and the Joker was not dying.

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

Before Jason had time to sigh at the emergence of a medical miracle, the second organ removal came again, and it was still Jason who operated and Schiller helped.

This time Jason was finally more stable, at least he could focus on the incision instead of the clown's face, and his hands would not tremble when he touched those hot organs.

So Schiller began his teaching.

Of course, it is a serious teaching of surgical skills, but it does not involve too much very difficult knowledge, but only roughly points out the position and technique of the knife.

But the strange feeling in Jason's heart grew stronger.

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

The clown was laughing and screaming.

Jason didn't have sympathy, but the weirdness in his heart kept him on the verge of an emotional breakdown.

Then I don't know how many times, Jason felt that the organs he had cut out were able to be put together into complete human viscera, Schiller was still instructing intermittently, and the Joker's reaction was getting bigger and bigger.

Finally, Schiller asks Jason to gouge out the Joker's eyeballs.

"First of all, we cut under the brow arch bone and remove part of the eyelid, which we don't normally do in eye enucleation, but now it's obviously not necessary to think about aesthetics."

"Then hold it down with your hand and press down firmly on ......"

Schiller's voice lingered in Jason's ears all the time, and the sharp, blood-stained scalpel dangled over the Joker's eyeballs.

One hand pressed the back of Jason's hand, letting the tip of the knife stick to the pitch-black pupil, and Jason knew that if he used a little force, the scalpel would definitely pierce his eyeball.

And the clown was not anesthetized, his eyelids were removed, and he had to watch it all with his eyes open.

Jason's hands began to tremble wildly, a panic engulfed him, and the moment he went under the knife, he finally realized the source of the strange feeling.

Schiller never treated the clown on the operating table as a human being.

Schiller did not react to the pain shown by the people on the bench, Jason did not feel the element of deliberate ignorance, Schiller was very simple and did not feel all his pain.

It was as if it was not his kind, not a living man, but a lamb to the slaughter.

Breaking through the moral bottom line can make Jason face blood and death head-on, but Schiller is not bloody, he is a bit anti-human.

"Don't worry, Jason." Schiller smiled and looked at Jason across the couch and said, "Eat something, you need to replenish your strength." ”

Jason shuddered slightly, he didn't know if it was Schiller's suggestion that he might have to lie on the operating table and lose a lot of blood and strength.

He remembered that Schiller had said "either cut him or I cut you".

Jason didn't end up gouging out the Joker's eyeballs.

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

But he really couldn't find any reason to bring such pain to people with such a gesture, and he flinched.

Jason is usually not a rule-oriented person and is not afraid of threats from others, as he always does what he says and has the ability to make it impossible for others to fulfill their threats.

But now, he has neither of these.

Jason finds himself in the lair, and in front of him is not a man at all, but a monster.

"Well, it doesn't look like that's to your taste." Schiller stood up, buttoned up his suit, and said to Jason, "Come on, let's continue." ”

Jason found himself in a position where he had to do just that.

Of course, he could choose to attack Schiller by violent means, and it was not impossible to win, and he also thought of this method.

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

At that point, death will truly become a gift.

The Joker makes Jason hate Batman for not coming to save him, Schiller makes Jason unsure that he can hold out until Batman comes to save him, and makes Jason feel that there is no point in saving him even if Batman comes to save him.

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

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

Schiller didn't stand in front of the operating table, but stopped, turned to look back at Jason, and his focused gaze made Jason look like a frog shrouded in the light of a flashlight.

"Jason, now I have a request, and I want you to do your best, okay?" Schiller stepped forward and looked Jason in the eye and said.

Jason didn't answer, and Schiller said to himself, "I want you to lie down on the operating table and stay as calm as you can." ”

Jason's eyes finally showed despair, and he felt a stream of heat gather in his chest.

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

But until this desperate situation, there was still no trace of desperate anger surging into his heart, and he even lost the courage to die, leaving only an indescribable numbness and sadness.

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

At this moment, his mind went blank.

There was no fear, no anxiety, no pain, Jason didn't think about anything in the real sense of the word for the first time, completely emptying his brain and giving all the control to others.

Schiller picked up the scalpel.

Jason was still not scared, he couldn't even think about what was going to happen next, as if he had suddenly become a brainless creature, his mind and memory were blank.

Schiller's hand pressed on Jason's eyelid, allowing him to close his eyelid smoothly, and when the cold dripped on his eyelid, he heard Schiller say, "Jason, how are you feeling?" ”

Jason ...... Jason ......"

Schiller's call didn't bring Jason's thoughts back, his mind still blank, thinking nothing.

Then there was the shaking of his fingers in front of his eyes, the direct light of the light, the slightest pain in his arm, and the sore knee from being beaten.

Jason couldn't come back to his senses at all, and he fell into a state of extreme emptiness.

After an unknown time, Jason felt a pair of strong hands grasp his arms, then put his back on his back, and let him sit up from the operating table, then turned and sat down on the edge of the operating table.

When the blood was pumped back into his brain, Jason finally came to his senses, and he turned his head to see Schiller put the scalpel back in the box.

"How does it feel?"

Jason felt relieved, but still very lost, he felt his thoughts become incredibly clear, his brain reactivated, and something that had been haunting him was gone.

The world seems to have a new look.

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

Jason shook his head.

"Putting yourself in the worst for a while, and then being able to regain the courage to face a troubled life sounds simple, right?"

"But most people don't succeed in using this therapy to get the desired results, or after practicing it themselves, they find that the breakdown is indeed a breakdown, but the mood is not relieved in any way."

Jason leaned to Schiller's side, but he knew he shouldn't have done it, reason was telling him that it was dangerous, but he just felt like he was in control.

He felt that he was in too good a state now.

"A lot of people think that the idea is that people who are anxious can understand what the worst-case scenario looks like, and then they know that the negative emotions they are facing right now are just that."

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

"With reason, we will also think about what the worst outcome is, and we also understand what the consequences we may bear, failing the exam will face a more gloomy life, if we can't finish the job, we may have to become a homeless person, and if we owe money, it will lead to a credit collapse."

"We don't really have the courage to experience all of this, so we make up a virtual crash scenario to fool ourselves into feeling like we've experienced it all, and then lie to ourselves that it's nothing."

"But it's really only superficial therapy, and I can't say it's completely useless, but for people with more serious conditions, pure psychotherapy that doesn't involve somatic therapy is useless."

"The true meaning of crash therapy is that the human brain has its own reboot function, but the password to activate it is more complicated, and under normal circumstances, it is very difficult to operate."

Jason took a deep breath and even found himself less difficult to speak, saying, "But you succeeded, and it's hard for me to describe to you how well I feel right now." ”

"Not strange." Schiller helped Jason off the operating table and said, "I don't mean to boast, but I'm afraid I'm the only one you know who can do it." ”

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

"It's difficult, Jason, I said it, and the hardest thing for other psychiatrists is that you have to completely defeat a person in order to force the brain to rebuild his spirit."

"Hindering work ethic?"

"Always." Schiller nodded and said, "And it requires the patient's own mental state to be extremely unstable, away from all familiar environments, in a completely enclosed space, to accept what can be called mental abuse, until the spirit is completely exhausted." ”

Jason remembered the feeling that his mind went blank.

At that time he couldn't think of anything, he couldn't do anything, he didn't have anything in his brain except feeling his presence, and he did feel like he was exhausted.

"The clown is also a great credit." Schiller said: "The torture of that year, the shock of the previous night, and the various emotional pulls we had after that, barely allowed you to restart. ”

"I have to say, Jason, you are stronger and more determined than I imagined, I thought you would be able to achieve the desired effect after the first use of the knife."

Jason was about to snort coldly and say that he wasn't so fragile when he heard Schiller say in a smiling tone.

"Fortunately, you restarted in time, and I was thinking about how to explain to Batman that your eyeball is missing."

Jason just wants to see Batman now.

It's been snowing a lot lately, so stay safe

(End of chapter)