mtl008 Chapter 3019 Mercury Notes (5)
Chapter 3019 Mercury Notes (5)
Chapter 3019 Mercury (V)
"There are some people in this world who have no vision. It's not that they have bad vision, but that they have no vision at all. They don't have a standard to judge everything, and can't tell whether most things are good or bad, especially whether they like them or not. It's hard to hear them express sincere praise or rejection of something."
"Many people think that this is just because they are more reserved and don't comment easily. They think that they have their own thoughts in their hearts but are just unwilling to express them verbally."
"But in fact, it is not. Some people have lost the ability to judge their own preferences. This is a manifestation of excessive interference in the self."
"In every period of time when they are building themselves or in the past, their choices are always questioned and despised. The positive feedback of making choices and reaping the fruits is completely suppressed by the negative feedback of criticism and doubt, which makes making choices itself a painful thing for them."
"Positive feedback is gradually weakened, so that they can no longer feel the joy of choosing something they like and getting peace of mind. Over time, the liking no longer exists."
"Their preferences begin to gradually become dependent on the judgment of others or the public. If someone says that something is good, they will think they like it, or if most people say that something is good, they will think that it is indeed good."
"And if they get this thing, they usually think it's really good under the influence of psychological suggestion, and if it really causes them trouble, they will doubt themselves first."
"It is a long process to regain one's own perspective. Psychologists need to guide patients to make decisions continuously, explore their subtle emotions about each decision, act as external positive feedback, and help them establish their own preferences."
"What if we dig the wrong thing?" Gordon asked.
"There is no right or wrong," Schiller replied. "The psychiatrist just wants you to be healthy. Whether you like pink or blue has no effect on the psychiatrist or yourself."
"Maybe you should have preferred pink, but under the guidance of a psychologist, you feel that you prefer blue. But it doesn't matter. What matters is that you dare to like blue, which makes you healthier."
"Every time I hear you say this, I feel a little scared," Gordon said with real emotion. "It seems that this can easily change a person fundamentally."
"It's not that simple, but it can be done, so psychologists have very strict assessment procedures and need to undergo regular psychotherapy. But the more pessimistic thing is that if psychologists want to do bad things, these assessments can't stop them."
"Can we only rely on morality?"
"Yes, but the premise of what I said is that the other party is an extremely good psychologist. If he is not good enough, then good or bad is meaningless. He is just a rubbish that cheats people out of money."
"Let's get back to the point. I roughly understand what you mean by the oil barrel, but what about the flame? You said that the flame represents rebirth. Is this some kind of religious meaning?"
"Your level of psychoanalysis is second only to Bruce Gordon, Sheriff Gordon. There is no religious implication in this serial murder case."
"Well, thank you for the compliment, go on."
"If he had chosen to use water, even though he was executed in an oil barrel, I would have thought that his mental condition had not improved and he was still expressing his feelings of suffocation and pain. I don't need to explain why."
"Yes, talking about water always makes people think of suffocation."
"The same is true for fire, but the difference is that when a person is roasted to death, he undergoes a qualitative change. This is a matter of physics and I don't need to explain it in detail."
"His act of trapping people in oil drums shows that he is using the victim as a metaphor for himself. From this, we can infer that he is saying that he has undergone a qualitative change. And in conjunction with the treatment methods I mentioned, it shows that he is trying to express that through treatment, he has undergone a qualitative change and gained a new life."
"Okay, I understand a little bit." Gordon nodded and said, "Use the oil barrel to judge the mental state, and then use the mental state to infer the meaning of the way of death."
"Yes, this is psychoanalysis. We start with the mental state, and from the details of the scene, we can feel the mental state of the other party when committing the crime, and then infer various implications from it."
"What about behavioral analysis?"
"It's completely the opposite. They will first pay attention to the manner of death. For example, the person in the oil barrel was roasted to death. From this, they speculate whether the murderer was venting his anger? Is it a metaphor for his past? Is it to express some kind of thought?"
"Then we eliminate more details in the case one by one and finally get the correct answer."
"They won't pay attention to the oil drums?"
"Maybe, but they are more concerned about where the oil barrel came from and whether they can find the criminal's movements through the places where the oil barrel has been. As for why the oil barrel was chosen, they will only consider whether there is time left for evacuation between the time it takes for the prisoner to die due to the thermal conductivity of the metal and the time it takes for the police to find the body."
"I understand." Gordon felt that he really understood. He said, "Behavioral analysis is more reliable after all."
Schiller was not angry either, he just said: "It's just more understandable to ordinary people."
"Yes, I don't understand what mental emptiness or compression means, but I know that if we can find traces of the existence of the oil barrel, we may be able to deduce the murderer's movements."
"Okay, let's talk about the third case." Schiller picked up the photo beside him and was about to speak when there was a knock on the door.
Killer Croc walked over to open the door. Bruce was outside. Killer Croc immediately grinned and said, "You're finally here. You don't know how hot Gotham is this summer. If you had come a few days earlier, you would have melted on the asphalt road."
"That's why you came back a few days later than expected because you knew I was coming. Luckily it's not that hot recently. Here, your dried fish." Bruce handed a bag in his hand to Killer Croc.
Killer Croc happily took it, winked at him and said, "Come in, your good professor is studying some murder case again. You'd better not mess with him, or he'll throw you into an oil barrel."
After saying that, Killer Croc sat down on the bed and started eating his dried fish. Bruce stuck his head in first. Schiller turned his head and saw his eight bared teeth, and immediately felt a headache.
"What are you doing standing outside the door?" Schiller said, "Don't disturb the nurse's work. Come in."
After Bruce came in, he put the things on the windowsill next to him. Schiller looked up, but then returned his eyes to the photo.
Bruce dragged a chair and sat across the table. He glanced at the things on the table and breathed a sigh of relief when he found that it was not his paper.
At this time, Schiller looked up at him again, and after looking him up and down, he said, "It seems that you have not had much time to write your paper recently."
Bruce swallowed all the prepared remarks back into his stomach. He coughed awkwardly twice and said, "I really don't have time. I can't write a paper in such a busy situation..."
"You haven't written anything down without getting busy, what did you bring?"
"Oh." Bruce stretched out his arm, took the things on the windowsill, opened them and said, "This is the new thermos developed by Wayne Group. There is dense ice in the interlayer. Whether it is filled with hot water or cold water, the insulation effect is very good. If the lid is not opened, the temperature can be maintained for about two months."
Schiller took it and looked at it, but couldn't see any difference from the other thermos bottles. He stood up and went to the side to pour some hot water into it.
Bruce looked up at the ultraviolet light above, and then saw a glass of water placed in front of him, with steam rising from it.
"Let me confirm first, Professor, you don't have fangs now, right?"
Schiller rolled his eyes slightly and said, "If I wanted to poison you, would you still be alive today?"
Bruce smiled awkwardly and took a sip of the hot water. When Schiller sat down, he glanced at him again and said while drinking the water, "You've lost a lot of weight. Have you given up your plan to gain muscle?"
"I don't have much time for that, but I think it's good to be thinner, which will make me stand out from other Batmen."
"I'm going to talk to Chief Inspector Gordon about the third case. Has he shown you the photos?"
Bruce shook his head, took out his laptop from his bag, and said, "I have another mission. I have to decipher the code left at the crime scene."
"Then go to that table over there and don't touch my photos."
Bruce had no choice but to carry his computer to the table next to him. Killer Croc also moved a stool and sat next to him, watching him study the string of letters.
Schiller reconnected and said to Gordon: "Sorry, Bruce is here. He should be deciphering the code at the crime scene."
"No hurry, tell me what you think about the third case."
“He’s saying goodbye to the past.”
"Who?"
"The murderer, the murderer is saying goodbye to his past."
"The way to say goodbye is to impale someone on a wooden pole?"
"There are three aspects to this. Which one do you want to hear first?"
"Any one is fine. You naturally have your own order."
"This is why I respect you, Sheriff Gordon. You are so considerate and un-Gotham-like."
"No, professor, you have just been abused by those students for too long."
"Thank you. The culprit is sitting right next to us."
The two did not discuss this topic for too long, but began to talk about the third case. Schiller moved the photo in front of himself with his fingers, looked at it and said.
"This will definitely be the last case because the murderer has adopted a structure that echoes the beginning and the end, which is exactly the first aspect I want to talk about."
"The first case is separate, scattered, irregular, and unfixed, while the third case is aggregated, concentrated, individual, and firmly nailed down. This is a contrasting technique."
"But at the same time, this is a children's game. Scrambling blocks and pinning insects may seem like a way for children to explore the world, but in fact it reflects the human desire to break rules, disrupt order, and destroy life. It represents the other party's view that children are inherently chaotic and disorderly. This is a common theme in both cases."
“Being the same and different at the same time naturally creates a perfect resonance.”
"Apart from the structure, the second aspect is the change in the murderer's own mental state, from torn to complete, from chaotic to unified, from overexposed to concentrated and confident. This is a complete growth process."
"Does he feel he has been cured?"
"In fact, he has been cured. From the last case, we can see that his mental state is quite healthy now. He has grown from a mental patient to an antisocial person."
“What kind of growth is this?”
"From a psychological point of view, it is indeed growth."
"Okay, what about the other side?"
"It's just what I said before. He wants to say goodbye to the past. The body in the last case is a totem."
"totem?"
"Yes, it was something that humans used for sacrifices and to mark locations in primitive society. He wanted to commemorate his own growth, so he put a person vertically on a wooden stake. There is no doubt that this is a totem."
"If I were to sum up this serial murder case, I would say it was personal. He didn't want to express his views on the world, but just told the world about himself. He didn't even want anyone to understand him. He just wanted to commemorate himself."
"What do you think of his performance, Professor?"
"Like I said before, a choice is just a choice. There is no success or failure. He has deeply understood this, so he doesn't think about how well he can do. He just wants to finish it."
"He prepared and took action at his own pace. No matter what the outcome, being able to take this step means that he has found a new self and he has healed."
"But he didn't expect you to understand."
"Maybe, but he would never have thought that I would be happy for him. At any rate, there is one less mentally ill person in the world."
"But there's one more sociopath."
"No, Sheriff, he won't kill again. This will be his last work. He will do something he prefers to do."
"what is that?"
Just as he was saying this, Schiller heard someone knocking on the door again. This time he was closer to the door, so he walked forward and opened it.
Standing outside the door was Edward Nygma.
(End of this chapter)