The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 2333 Gotham Music Chapter (72)

Chapter 2333 Gotham Music Festival (Part )

After talking so much, Schiller was no longer so sleepy. He knew that even if he went back now, he would probably remain sleepless all night until dawn. It was all messed up anyway, so it wouldn't be a problem if he worked harder.

"Serial killers always think they are sober when they commit crimes. To some extent, this is true. They can handle the crime scene more calmly and rationally than ordinary murderers, and can almost leave no trace. If this is crazy, then there are few sober people in this world."

"But that's how human behavior is. They follow certain rules, and these rules must reflect their personality. People can't live as other people. Their actions are their own, and naturally they all reflect themselves."

"Clues can be erased, traces can be covered up, but every conscious decision they make is based on their thoughts and comes from their personality, which must be traceable."

“When he arranges the body in a certain way, it may superficially reflect what he wants to express, but it actually expresses more than that because his choices also reflect his personality.”

"There are many factors that influence his choice, in addition to his personality, there are also his state at the moment, his thoughts at the moment, and his recent worries."

Bruce's expression was serious, he was really evaluating whether this was the case, because he knew Schiller would not lie on professional matters.

I really won't lie. Schiller saw what Bruce was thinking and added in his mind: The professional part is all true, just like a ship is indeed made of steel, but the parts connecting each component have been replaced with marshmallows, and you still insist on trying to start it. If you don't capsize, who will?

"So I can see more," Schiller said. "And the reason I say this murder is not about sacrifice is because the killer obviously added more anxiety to it than his purpose when he committed the crime."

"He was thinking about a problem, which is that a certain tragedy that I mentioned is bound to happen. Just like Hegel's point of view, neither of them was wrong, but they took two different paths because of their different ethical and moral requirements."

"So what do you think of this aesthetic theory?" Bruce asked.

Schiller's real answer depends on how much money you pay him, but no one is paying him now, so there is only one answer - nonsense, kid!

"I think he has unique significance in psychological theory." Schiller pretended to think, "But for me personally, ethical tragedy should be viewed at a more macro level. Hegel focuses too much on emphasizing individual character."

“But in fact, the princess and the king only represent two completely different ethical classes. They are only representatives of the group under ethical requirements, not completely their own individuals, so I prefer to explore the conflict of the overall ethical requirements of society.”

"But aren't you a psychologist?" Gordon asked. "That sounds like sociology."

Because it is indeed a matter of sociology, Schiller said to himself, if I talk about psychology, what if Arrogant comes back with a inconsistent testimony? As long as I digress far enough, you will definitely forget it later.

"Social science is like this. You need to draw inferences from one instance to another and then integrate them to understand all problems in a macro and detailed way, right?"

"It looks like this has become your lecture hall again," Gordon said.

If you continue to act like this expert came all the way here at 11pm just to show off his knowledge, this will definitely be your funeral home, Schiller thought, staring at Gordon with ill intent.

Bruce seemed to have realized something. He thought that it was indeed the case. The entire social science was a very large category, and psychology was a very young subject, but other subjects were not like this. They were always connected to each other and independent of each other.

Bruce has been studying psychology in isolation, especially psychoanalysis, but in fact this category is just a drop in the ocean in the entire social science discipline, and is often not recognized by the mainstream academic community.

It is indeed beneficial to look at problems from a more macro perspective. Disciplines such as sociology are relatively rigorous, and involve a process of investigation, experimentation, and analysis. This should enable him to better understand how people are in society, which is also an issue that cannot be avoided in the study of psychology.

It seems that you can't learn mind reading by sticking to psychoanalysis, but as long as you learn enough categories and reach a high level, you can always come to a conclusion similar to mind reading through comprehensive analysis. Bruce believes he can do it.

After figuring this out, Bruce sighed inwardly and began to flip through a list of famous sociologists in his mind.

"So the murderer is Amanda and her accomplices, right?" Gordon picked up the notebook and began to record and said: "We will try to track her down. In any case, what she did was a bit too much. This thing ruined my date."

Seeing that Gordon seemed to be about to close the case, Schiller decided not to bother with him. Anyway, Batman next to him had already realized something, and his purpose of causing trouble had been achieved.

But at this moment, a female police officer rushed in and said, "Sheriff, there has been a murder in the gift shop at 102 Douglas Street! The body of a decapitated woman was hung upside down on the beam, and there was blood all over the ground."

Gordon frowned immediately, not because of the picture his subordinates painted, but because he remembered something, and said, "Didn't you tell me this morning that there was also a beheading case at the dock?"

"Yes, Sheriff, the bodies were also hung, but we cannot confirm that this is a serial murder case for the time being."

"You're not sure yet? When do you plan to be sure?"

The female police officer was obviously embarrassed. She said, "These two victims have nothing in common. Judging from the time of death, the murderer probably couldn't get from the pier to Douglas Street within two hours. You know what Gotham is like at 7 o'clock in the morning."

Gordon also showed some doubts and asked, "Is the time of death very accurate?"

"Yes, because the bodies had lost a lot of blood, the forensic doctor said it was easy to judge. But it was precisely because of this suspicion that I came to you. We all know that you are quite knowledgeable about serial murders."

"Yes, I know a lot about this." Gordon looked back at Schiller and Bruce and said, "Let's go."

Schiller and Gordon walked down the stairs together. Just as he was about to walk towards his car, he saw Gordon had opened the door of the police car for him in advance.

Schiller looked down at the time. It was already midnight. From where he was standing, the traffic jam on the street nearby had not improved at all. When he thought about having to spend another two hours in the car and it would be two o'clock in the morning when he got home, Schiller thought it would be better to continue making trouble. He had already lost sleep. Couldn't he have some fun?

Schiller resolutely walked into the police car.

"Actually, I think what you said before makes sense." Gordon, who was driving, suddenly said, "Barbara and I do lack some communication."

Schiller meant that a man who would cancel a date with his long-lost girlfriend because of a murder case probably lacked more than just communication with his girlfriend.

This guy is really weird, Schiller thought. For cases that Gordon was notified of, Gordon basically didn't have the ability to catch the murderer, and for cases that Gordon was not notified of, there was no need for Gordon to handle them.

So all Gordon did was to receive the notification, go to the crime scene, call people, and close the case. But even so, he didn't have a relationship, didn't get married, and didn't have children. Is he a lazy person?

And this city, it's already midnight, and the streets are full of cars. Even if only a small number of them are people who have just got off work, so many people work from seven in the morning to midnight every day. After decades, this broken city is still like this. Are they social sloths?

And Batman, you can tell how good at thinking he is just by looking at his expression. He is extremely clear-headed every moment, good at self-reflection, sharp thinking, and a super memory. But he can get so anxious just by studying for a master's degree. The King of Sloths?

Shila-

The sleepy Schiller suddenly woke up and rubbed his head which had just hit the front seat. Gordon in the driver's seat had already rushed out.

Under the shining light of countless car lights, flashlights and emergency lighting equipment, Schiller only saw a blurry figure jumping between the rooftops, and then several figures swinging past.

Bruce also got out of the car. He looked at the figure in front of him and said, "Deathstroke? How did he offend so many Spider-Men?"

Gordon had already started calling the police station and was discussing the situation. After a while, he got back into the car and said, "Now I know why the traffic was so congested today. The red and blue guys were chasing the yellow and black guys for a whole day. Many car owners were busy watching them get into an accident. The roundabout was almost completely blocked."

"Why is Spider-Man chasing Deathstroke?" Bruce asked.

"I don't know, but my colleague who is in charge of the city's appearance said that a man in a red and blue uniform was seen everywhere in the city, littering the ground, smoking and throwing cigarette butts everywhere, drinking and throwing bottles everywhere, causing three fires and almost causing a chemical plant explosion."

"How is that possible?" Bruce said, "Those Spider-Men have only been here for three days, and they've almost cleaned out all the cigarette ashes in the cracks in Gotham's ground. How is it possible that they're throwing cigarette butts around?"

"Oh, I see." Bruce suddenly realized and said, "No wonder Deathstroke is called the strongest mercenary. He really found the weakness of Spider-Man. He must have painted his armor red and blue, disguised himself as Spider-Man and destroyed the city appearance."

"But what harm can it do to them?" Gordon said in confusion. "To be honest, although smoking and littering of cigarette butts are not encouraged, it is still a bit too much to underestimate this city if he thinks that a few more cigarette butts he threw will cause a disaster. There are so many criminals lining up."

"But Spider-Man absolutely cannot accept Spider-Man becoming the destroyer of the city's appearance. They are absolutely furious." Bruce said: "However, Deathstroke has been chased by this group of super-powered youths for a whole day and has not been caught up. His strength is indeed a bit beyond my imagination."

"But he's not a dangerous person." Gordon gave his judgment: "He won't do anything unless you pay him. He can even be considered a model of civilization in Gotham."

"Who says it's not?"

While they were chatting, Schiller closed his eyes and wanted to take a nap, but just as he was about to fall asleep, his Doujie communication system suddenly rang. He clicked it to check and found that it was a message from Beibat.

I clicked on it and saw that the pdf was 57 pages long and came with two 4G compressed files. The first sentence at the beginning of the catalog document was "Although the transformation of Arkham Asylum has not yet been fully completed..."

Very good, Schiller thought, cartographer sloth.

Lightning!

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(End of this chapter)