Chapter 1163 Professor (Thirty-five) (Patreon)

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"After the verdict took effect, I was sent to a special Prison. Of course, it may not be special to you, this Prison is called Gotham Prison by the outside world, and you call it 'Black Gate Prison', Correct? That's when I came to Gotham."

"There, I discovered one thing, in this Prison, all the local people don't have to pay any price for anything they do, while all the outsiders who come here are because the people outside this City want them to die here and shut up forever."

"What a brilliant idea." The pig-headed figure on the screen raised slightly, and the dense, overlapping teeth of the pig and human blended together, triggering the audience's fear and disgust of density.

"At that time, I realized that all our lives, all our efforts, all our thoughts and actions, are meaningless to some people, because we are just pigs they have raised."

"I worked hard to study, took exams seriously, and worked tirelessly in the laboratory, just to be able to walk proudly towards the slaughterhouse, face those greedy and cruel butchers, and tell them how plump I will be when I lie on the Plate."

With a "clang", Professor Pigface's sharp knife hit the cutting board, but then he picked up the knife as if nothing had happened and continued, "But I understand, I don't have to be a pig, I can become a butcher, slaughter them, dissect them, strip their soft organs from their bodies, hang them on hooks, and then stand calmly at the table, selecting the ingredients for tonight's dinner."

"The lucky ones will be given a more Important mission." The audience in front of the TV saw the pig-headed figure suddenly reveal a faint smile, and the long nose also wrinkled, with a terrifying, human-like but non-human quality.

"I am a chemist, I have developed a Medicine that can invade and control the human mind, so I began to assemble the organs I obtained into a brand new life, so that their value is not just for my kitchen, just as someone once told me, my value is not just for the laboratory."

The camera then turned to the side of Professor's workbench, where a large frame-shaped torture device was placed, and various organs were hung on it, already having two feet and one hand, and at this moment, Professor Pigface hung up the last hand he had stripped of skin.

Then he took a head from a table behind him, and the moment this head appeared, most of the people in front of the table trembled, because the eyes on this head were still moving.

"Oh my God, is he still alive?!" A lady trembled and covered her mouth, raising her voice, "How is that possible?!"

Gordon's face grew increasingly grim, and he gritted his teeth and said, "This damn madman has killed at least hundreds of people!"

"He has set his sights on us." A gang boss sitting at the end of the table spoke up, his voice not too panicked, but his tone still a bit shaky.

Every person in this world will have an innate fear of things that are like humans but very different from humans, which is actually the subconscious reminding humans not to be deceived by monsters disguised as their own kind.

Professor Pigface perfectly exemplified the existence of this phenomenon, and everyone present knew that the person in front of them was a human, their own kind, and not even particularly strong in physique, not showing the threat of a fierce beast.

But people are more afraid of him than they are of fierce beasts, because beneath the skin of the fierce beasts is the Soul of the Beast, but beneath the skin of these killers, no one knows what kind of monster lies.

And at this moment, two light sounds came from the table again, and the people, like startled birds, turned their heads to look, and found that Schiller had put down his knife and fork and was wiping his mouth with a napkin.

The pig-headed figure on the screen suddenly stopped, as if waiting for Schiller to speak. Schiller glanced briefly at the scene on the TV, then spoke, "Your views, perspectives, and methods are quite interesting, but there is one problem."

"I was interrupted just now when I was about to say some conclusions, and I think you wouldn't mind if I repeated them."

Schiller placed the napkin on the table, sat up straight in his chair, placed his hands in front of him, and looked at the meat on his Plate, saying, "The reason you made this dish so badly is not because your cooking skills are poor, but because you want to cover up the difference between pork and human flesh."

"You worry, your tricks to deceive these ordinary people haven't even started yet, and they've already been exposed, so you've taken every precaution to ensure that absolutely no one can judge what this meat really is."

"But this is actually completely unnecessary, because compared to some far-fetched associations, ordinary people are always more inclined to common sense judgments, even if you serve up a complete human rib cage, people will still be more inclined to think it's some kind of mutant animal or model."

"No ordinary person will check their food repeatedly before eating, observe the thickness of the bones, the direction of the fibers, and suspect that they are eating human flesh, only some special victims of paranoia will do so."

"So." Professor Pigface asked, "I acknowledge I was a bit too cautious, but caution is not a bad thing, is it?"

Schiller shook his head, tightened his Suit jacket, and looked at the image on the screen, saying, "This actually shows one thing, which is that although you keep saying you treat the powerful as pigs that can be slaughtered at will, you still think of them as human."

Professor Pigface's movement of raising the knife paused, and he walked back to the cutting board, very close to the camera, the pig's eye sockets revealing a cold and cruel pair of eyes, and he stared at the camera and said to Schiller, "I have the power to kill them at any time and process their organs as I please, so naturally I am different from these pigs, I am the butcher who slaughters them."

"But I can see that you feel very happy in the process of slaughtering them, why do you feel happy?" Schiller asked.

But he didn't expect anyone to answer, and answered himself, "This happiness comes from your desire for revenge, you have gone from being a pig that can be slaughtered at will, to a butcher who can slaughter them at will, all the injustice you have suffered has been repaid to them a thousandfold, and you feel happy at the success of your revenge."

Schiller brought his hands back to the desktop, his fingers interlocked, as if facing a patient, and said, "Laszlo, tell me, when they ruthlessly abused their power to oppress you and your family, manipulated you at will, and deprived you of the right to survive and live, did you hate them?"

Professor Pigface was silent for a long time before his low voice sounded again, "Can't I hate them? Do you want to persuade me to forgive them?"

"No, you misunderstood." Schiller shook his head and said, "Because you hate them, you feel happy when you kill them, revenge is a process of ending fear and releasing pressure, it is human nature, and no one can escape it."

Bruce's hand tightened slightly, but Schiller did not give him time to react, and instead continued speaking:

"But this actually proves what I'm saying - you still see them as people, which is why you feel Happy that you killed them, and feel Happy that you succeeded in taking revenge on them."

"In your subconscious, you haven't treated them as pigs without any ability to resist, otherwise you wouldn't have deliberately burned their food, because people don't need to be wary of pigs."

"Humans have no expectations of a pig's intelligence. Humans never expect pigs to think, resist, or do anything unexpected that would require humans to rack their brains to devise countermeasures and prepare in advance."

"Humans don't harbor hatred towards a pig, let alone seek revenge on one. A butcher killing a pig doesn't derive any pleasure from it, nor would they meticulously summon a crowd to watch them slaughter the pig and listen to them recount their thought process."

"Clang!"

The sharp sound and vibration once again came from the television, as the long slaughtering knife struck the cutting board, even splitting it in half. Professor Pigface's tone was slightly trembling.

"You don't understand, I'm trying to make them realize..."

"People don't try to make pigs understand anything," Schiller's tone remained calm, as if patiently consoling an old friend.

When Schiller spoke, all eyes shifted from the grotesque and terrifying pig-faced figure to Schiller, but soon returned to the screen.

For some reason, they now wanted to see more of the grotesque face, because a too-calm face made it difficult to divert their attention.

Schiller turned his face back towards the TV and said, "Mr. Laszlo, I suggest you come to my office for a visit."

"Because a person who hates pigs and wants to take revenge on them, going to such great lengths to put their revenge plan into practice, may be an early manifestation of delusional disorder."

Schiller slowly stood up, buttoned his suit, and walked towards the door.

Bruce looked up at his retreating back, the hairs on his arm standing on end. As Schiller left the room, only his slow, measured tone lingered:

"Humans won't spend any energy on pigs, won't seek revenge on them, won't show off to them, won't hate them, and won't even educate them."

"In fact, they can't even see them... or tell them apart."

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