Chapter 2084: Knight's Night of Terror (Twenty-Eight)

Chapter 2058 Knight's Night of Terror (Twenty-eight)

Jason stared at Schiller who suddenly appeared at the door with great vigilance. He found that the man walked without making any sound.

Obviously, this was a trained and traceable concealment technique, which meant that he must have put a lot of effort into this matter, so his purpose was very thought-provoking.

But Jason did not panic. He stared at Schiller, bent his body slightly, took a step forward, and crossed the gap of the sofa. His movements and posture were like a meerkat who suddenly discovered the predator when he was on guard at the door. He was a little nervous, but more cautious.

He used his index finger to pick up the edge of the painting paper, and Schiller said, "It's not polite to flip other people's things at will."

"Can't I appreciate your painting?"

"I hope this sentence will appear before you touch it next time." Schiller walked over, and from his steps and movements, there was no obvious aggression.

Jason retracted his hand. This was a fairly successful attempt, which made him sure that the man in front of him was not going to take some radical violent measures for the time being.

Yes, he was different from the Joker. This was not the first time Jason realized this, and now he began to think about the logical reasons for this difference in addition to his most intuitive first feeling.

Of course, the most obvious difference was the appearance. Before being kidnapped by the Joker, Jason had also seen this so-called comedy master in Arkham Asylum, but when he first met him, he was sure that he was a madman who was sensational.

Every part of the Joker was telling the difference between him and ordinary people, whether it was the messy green hair, pale skin, or the grinning bloody mouth, as if he wanted to hold a loud speaker and shout in your ear, "I am so different, please come and see me!"

And this doctor named Schiller was a little too ordinary. Jason knew very well that the reason why he was out of place in the Batcave was not him, or in other words, according to the judgment standards of ordinary people, he was the normal person among a group of weird people in strange costumes.

Without any further communication, Jason could see that Schiller was an upper-class person with a certain social status, so this expensive and weird gorgeous suit was not only in line with his image, but also fit his image very well.

The clown's speech and behavior were always crazy. The purpose of saying certain things was to make you unable to understand, but Schiller was just the opposite. So far, Jason had not heard any unfamiliar words from him.

Schiller spoke slowly, his words were very clear, and his words and grammar were quite standard. It was not an exaggeration to use it as a recitation model for children's classes. It seemed that the purpose was to make everyone, including children, understand.

What impressed Jason the most was that this seemingly disguised thing seemed to be more real than himself. He believed that if he peeled off a layer of human skin, there would be more standard muscle lines underneath than ordinary people.

So he would not try this, because this was not the key to the door to survival.

Jason sat on the sofa opposite, with the painting in front of him. He glanced at it as he sat down, then looked at Schiller and said, "I think we should talk."

Schiller unbuttoned his suit, put his hands on his legs and said, "I'm glad you have such a positive attitude, but I'm afraid we only have half an hour."

"What are you busy with?" Jason asked in surprise.

"Something that has nothing to do with you." Schiller also looked at Jason and said calmly, "At least it's not your turn yet."

Jason sighed and tried to smooth out the anxiety of being urged. He said, "It's not a coincidence that you brought me here, and it's not that I followed you. I didn't come here because I was afraid of you or Batman."

"When I found that I couldn't communicate directly with Batman, I chose to sit here. Maybe he would hear it, maybe you can convey to him that no matter what he wants to do, I will not change my opinion."

Schiller took a notebook from the side and took out a pen from his suit pocket. Jason could see Schiller recording what he said from the faintly visible strokes.

"Just in case, Jason, I think you should repeat your point of view to me first. You haven't done it yet."

Schiller pressed the arm of the hand that was writing on the notebook, straightened his body and looked at Jason and said: "I don't want to simply and one-sidedly regard your proposition as you want to 'kill all criminals'. Can you explain it in detail?"

"You are really professional." Jason said sarcastically: "It's a pity that other people can't use their expertise to achieve your position, because in fact they can't, but they always think they can."

"I never want to kill all the criminals in the world." Jason's originally low and hoarse voice became a little sharp. He said: "You make a person's point of view more extreme, thereby arousing the disgust of everyone else, so that you can better refute it. This is what Batman does."

"I assume he has never listened to your detailed thoughts."

"I said, but he didn't respond, so I won't say it."

"Is his response important to you?"

"His lack of response made me realize that what I said and what I did were meaningless to him, and I couldn't change him."

"Okay, Jason, I've written it down."

Jason took a deep breath and sighed, turned his head to one side and said, "People gather together to form a society for the convenience of development and emotional needs."

"But everyone has different ideas. Some people want to get more from this collective, which will inevitably hurt others, so there are laws. This is the last step before the word "society" appears."

"But we have never talked about laws. Of course, there are people in society who will kill people. They will kill other individuals in society for various reasons, such as impulse, hatred, or even excessive love."

"At this time The law will punish them. Note that I mean those who can be punished by the law. They will go to jail or even be killed. "

"Those criminals whose crimes are not serious enough to be sentenced to death may not have truly repented after a long prison life, but they will definitely realize that their crimes will make them pay a price, so they will be afraid. "

"So society tolerates all those who are afraid. They commit crimes, they pay a price, they realize that doing whatever they want hurts others and themselves, even if they commit crimes again, they will definitely rack their brains to find ways to escape punishment, and never dare to speak out the fact that they committed crimes, because they don't want to lose their freedom again. "

"What I said is within the scope of what society can tolerate, and no one has the right to make these laws. The collective pointing fingers of the society with no rules. "

"They choose to be tolerant, so they bear the cost. Everyone has an equal chance of being killed by a first-time murderer and a repeat murderer. This is fair."

"But there is a group of people in this world. Either they have extraordinary abilities to escape sanctions, and they know they can escape sanctions, or they are not afraid of any price they can pay while they are alive, whether it is imprisonment or anything else. They may not be afraid of this thing at all."

"They are not in society, but isolated from all social rules, but they are mistakenly put in the sheepfold, so even if they don't eat sheep, they have to kill them."

"Of course, there are also sheep in the flock who enjoy killing their own kind, but in order to avoid the control of their own kind, they will kill them. "But for these wolves that broke into the sheepfold, killing sheep is the right thing to do. Not only will they not be condemned, but they are also worthy of praise. The more they kill, the better. The more panicked the sheep, the better." "Because they know that they will not pay any price for their recklessness, they dare to stand in the sheepfold and howl wildly, and even dare to let every sheep hear their names and claims, and dare to shout in the ears of every sheep and even those responsible for law enforcement that they are right." "This is the biggest difference between the vicious sheep in the sheepfold and the wolves that broke in from outside the sheepfold-and I want to kill the wolves." Jason spread his hands and said: "The vicious sheep are ordinary criminals, and the wolves are super criminals, or in other words, those crazy people in Gotham." "You can't use any method to make him realize that sheep have ways to make them afraid and make them pay the price, so there is only one way to end his behavior of hurting the sheep-let them go to hell. "

"Killing them is not to vent anger, it does not contain any meaning of execution, it is just an end. When they die, they will no longer have the opportunity to harm the sheep."

"'Isolated from social rules'..." Schiller repeated Jason's wording, seeming to find it very interesting. He looked at Jason and asked, "If this is your definition, then how do you view superheroes?"

"I know what you want to say." Jason crossed his arms and said, "Yes, superheroes are also isolated from social rules. In essence, they are also outsiders who break into the sheepfold."

"But humans are not that simple. Complex emotions allow us to have countless possibilities for individual development, and outsiders are not necessarily wolves."

"Some may be deer that sympathize with similar people and spontaneously guard the sheep. Some may be dogs that fight wolves despite being vicious but need to protect their own survival resources. Some are shepherds who are more cunning and powerful than wolves. "

"For a shepherd, he never considers himself as a sheep, but the pasture and the sheep are his territory and property, so he must take a shotgun to repel the jackals."

"Is this your view of Batman?"

"He is more extreme than a shepherd, he is a president." Jason looked at Schiller intently and said: "Bruce Wayne's way of owning the world is different from all of us. Not only the sheep, but also the entire pasture, the entire town, and even the entire state and the entire country are all his property."

"Whether it is sheep, deer, dogs, or wolves..." Jason muttered: "He regards all these things as his property and does not allow any of them to be harmed."

"So he began to naively look for ways for sheep and wolves to coexist peacefully, rather than destroying either side. "

"And you think this is unfair to the sheep."

"Because I was once one of them." Jason left his sight, lowered his eyes and said, "Bruce's way of owning the world is very different from mine. When I was a little lamb, even a strong sheep with a hint of malice could cause me irreparable harm."

"When he looked down from the sky, he saw that the sheep were about the same size as the wolves. They were all in groups, following each other closely, so he thought it was a natural wonder and a delicate balance."

"But when I followed the sheep and fled for my life under the pursuit of the wolves, only I could understand the panic of my companions around me. I was more sensitive than them, maybe lucky, maybe unfortunate."

"My experience of growing up made me realize that if I had been curled up in the sheep, I would never be able to reverse the situation, so I chose to come out."

"And you've gone a little too far." Schiller stood up.

And Jason also saw that half an hour had passed on the dial hanging behind him. Obviously, his narration was not as smooth as he imagined, which delayed it for a long time, and the conversation should end.

But in the end Jason still said.

"This may be my only mistake. I shouldn't have just stood up and walked in front of the president. Such an angry sheep is so weird. No wonder he is afraid, right?"

Schiller saw sadness in Jason's eyes. He crossed the coffee table and leaned towards Jason. Before Jason could react, he gently stroked his back with his hand.