mtl008 Chapter 3569 Edge of Tomorrow (5)
Chapter 3569 Edge of Tomorrow (5)
Chapter 3569: Edge of Tomorrow (Fifteen)
After returning to the office, Schiller slept until noon. He faintly heard the sound of sirens while sleeping, but was not awakened, and slept more soundly.
When he got up, the police seemed to have left. As soon as he walked out of the lounge, there was a knock on the office door. After opening the door, Harley was standing outside.
"Have the police been here yet?" Schiller asked, wiping the lenses of his glasses.
"Yes, we asked his classmates, roommates, and members of the band. But we didn't get anything out of him. Most people knew that he would go to the bar at that time. The police have already gone to the bar street to investigate."
"I have to say, Professor, your logistics work is so professional." Harry gave Schiller a thumbs up and said, "I was stunned when I walked into the rehearsal room. I have never seen this classroom so clean."
Schiller smiled and said, "You notified me in time. If the blood and the body had been left for a while, it wouldn't have been so easy to resolve."
"Anyway, you've solved a big problem for me." Harley breathed a sigh of relief, "Brainiac knows how to make people extreme."
"Why do you say that?"
"Lina... oh, the lead singer of our band, showed me her chat history on her phone. Guess what? It was Brainiac's instigation that led that guy to come up with such a stupid idea."
Harry took out his phone and showed it to Schiller. Schiller took it and looked at it for a while, then frowned deeply. The content was simply challenging his bottom line as a psychology professor.
The bassist also downloaded the "Super Butler Brainiac" app, which can be used to control various smart devices and conduct various questions and answers.
The bassist asked a question on it: "How to chase the girl you like."
At the beginning, Brainiac's style was quite normal, and the suggestions he provided were nothing more than finding common topics, cultivating common hobbies, and after gaining initial affection, making appointments to go out for dinner or to the movies.
But obviously, this advice was meaningless to the bassist. He had tried to do this before, but failed. This superficial advice was not going to help him woo Harley at all.
Then, of course, he followed up with Brainiac, listing some of Harley's reactions, mixed in with some complaints.
The bassist asked Brainiac to analyze Harley's psychology, but the thread of his butler software did not seem to call Harley's side. In other words, his analysis of Harley was based on the bassist's words.
In Brainiac's analysis, Harley is a frigid, gold-digger and a shameless person. The bassist obviously agrees with this analysis and starts to follow Brainiac's words and scold Harley for being shameless.
If you ask Brainiac for advice at this time, the advice he gives will be very similar to the popular gender analysis on the Internet, something like "women don't love men who are not bad."
Anyway, the topic got off track. The bassist thought that Harley was just being rude and that he should be more assertive and proactive.
In addition, he was drunk and took drugs, so he sent a message to ask Harley to go to the rehearsal room. After being rejected again, his emotions completely exploded, so he chose to attack Harley, but was killed in return.
Through Brainiac's reply, Schiller can see that Brainiac's logic is to blindly agree with the user and give sufficient emotional feedback, but he has no moral bottom line.
It's like a person saying, "So-and-so is so hateful, I want to kill him." If he goes to see a psychiatrist, the psychiatrist will probably say, "Extreme measures are not advisable. Let's analyze where your disgust for him comes from and how to adjust this emotion."
Brainiac would say, "From what you've described of his behavior, he is indeed a horrible, unforgivable person. What he did to you seriously hurt your feelings. I completely understand why you want to kill him."
At first glance, Brainiac's reply seems more considerate. After all, when everyone is angry, they hope that everyone can stand on their side and help them scold the person who made them angry. This can indeed make people feel better.
But in fact, extreme emotions are like a fire. Psychologists will teach everyone how to make the fire smaller or avoid burning themselves as much as possible. But Brainiac is teaching everyone to throw the fire out and burn others.
It seems that throwing away the fire is a simpler and more convenient method, but if you throw it, I will throw it too. If you throw the fire away, you will be fine, but you will also be burned by other people's fire. Who can guarantee that they will never be harmed by other people's extreme emotions?
However, considering that Brainiac himself is an evil artificial intelligence that invades the Earth, it is normal for him to be so eager to create chaos in the world.
"He told her that sooner or later he would make me suffer." Harry shook his head.
"You mean Lina? Did she come to save you?"
"That's not the case. She doesn't have the guts to do that. She's worried that if that bastard does something to me, it will implicate her. After all, everyone knows that they have a close relationship. And..."
"And what?"
"I suspect she might want to take a photo so she can join the Brainiac Support Group with it."
Schiller frowned slightly and said, "Are there any conditions for joining the support group?"
"Yes. Either you listen to them and do something bad, or you have to get evidence against someone who hasn't joined the gang. The reason my door was sprayed with graffiti was because my roommate wanted to join the gang."
"She has the upper hand over you now."
"That's why I didn't kill her." A cold light flashed between Harry's eyebrows. She said, "I want to see if she can join the sect with this."
“She has no proof,” Schiller said, sitting down behind his computer. “She’s never going to have any.”
"Yes, words are not enough. But they have been eyeing me for a long time and have never been able to find my weakness. I'm afraid they will not let go of such a rare opportunity."
While thinking, Schiller looked up at his emails, but saw an unfamiliar email at the top.
After clicking it, there was only a short sentence on it - "We know you killed someone, Professor Rodriguez. If you don't want us to call the police, contact us."
Schiller narrowed his eyes.
"What's wrong?" Harry asked.
"It seems that they intend to use Lina to threaten a more valuable target." Schiller sneered and said, "But it's true. I am notoriously difficult to deal with. They will not let go of this more rare opportunity."
Harley turned to the side of the table to look at the content on Schiller's computer screen. When she saw that sentence, she couldn't help but "tsk" her lips.
"Professor Freese... um, I mean, didn't Mr. Freeze also receive this email?"
Schiller looked down at his phone and saw Victor's text message, which also talked about this matter.
"I don't think there's any need for Oswald to investigate." Schiller opened the email and began to write a reply. He said, "They will be very happy to open the base to me."
"You said not to kill people."
"I don't plan to do that," Schiller said as he typed. "I'm saying I won't do it, but you can't say for sure if someone else will do it."
"what do you mean……"
"If it were a university somewhere else, students would avoid this kind of bullying group. But Gotham University is different. It's the cradle of Gotham's high-IQ criminals. Do you think they will tolerate this bunch of idiots bullying them?"
Harry couldn't help but sneer, and then said: "There are many people like me. Maybe they will draw a serial killer?"
"Nothing is certain." Schiller continued typing. Harry realized at this time that he was not replying to the strange email, but emailing his students.
"Are you planning to teach your students?"
"Of course not," Schiller said. "I don't do that. I just slightly modified the wording of my opinion on their paper, made it more aggressive, and made them feel a little bit of pressure. Pressure is motivation."
Harley looked at Schiller's choice of words and said, "That's more than a little offensive power. I think you're going to stress them out."
"So what do you think they will do when they are under so much pressure that they explode?"
"If it was a normal person, I would say they would probably go out drinking and have sex, and at best take some drugs. But if it's your students, it's hard to say."
"Is there anything bad to say?"
"What kind of good person can be studying psychoanalysis?"
Schiller snorted and was about to say something, but Harley said first: "It doesn't mean that those who study behavior analysis are good people. Those who study psychology are the same."
"You scolded yourself too."
"Of course I know that I'm not a good person. Otherwise, who were you cleaning up the crime scene for last night?" Harley walked back to her seat and sat down, putting one hand on the table and said, "But, those doctors and graduate students under you are the worst of the bad guys. If they form an organization, I'm afraid that the Tomorrow Alliance will find it difficult to match them."
"Before you talk about who to match, you should consider James Gordon's heart, miss. If Ms. Waller plans to form a suicide squad one day, I will send their resumes over."
"You mean let Amanda tie a bomb around their necks?"
"I mean, admitting them would be suicidal. I know that all too well."
Harry laughed because of the helplessness in Schiller's tone, as if she could already imagine how much torture Schiller suffered from this group of traitors on a daily basis.
Schiller sat in front of the computer and typed for a long time until he had sent out the replies to the paper emails, and then he slowly began to reply to unfamiliar emails.
Harley leaned over to take another look, and then she couldn't hold it in anymore. Schiller only replied with one sentence - "No housekeeping service needed, thank you!"
sorry for being late
Next time I eat snail rice noodle, I will never eat spicy rice noodle 555