OBS Chapter 2809: Demonic Restricted Area (5)
Chapter 2809: Demonic Restricted Area (5)
Chapter 2809: Demonic Restricted Area (V)
Cobert's emotions were mainly hatred, but also implied a kind of fear. This was obviously a pain engraved in his soul that could not be easily erased. Even a similar sentence would instinctively trigger his self-protection mechanism. It seemed that Colin was worse than he thought, Schiller thought.
"He is indeed related to your leg injury." Jerome rolled his eyes and said, "How tasteless! I won't tear off a toy's legs when I play with it."
"Yeah, the most you can do is draw a big smiley face on it," Schiller said meaningfully.
Jerome immediately changed the subject. He tapped the broken plate with his fork and said, "Now we are talking about this poor lame little penguin. Colin broke your leg."
"It was...an accident."
"Then it looks like it was him." Jerome said decisively, "It's even more unfashionable that he disguised it as an accident."
Schiller agrees with this statement. He said: "Disguising this as an accident means that he is not sure that Cobblepot will forgive him after he deliberately did such a thing and was discovered. This also means that his manipulation skills are very poor. Combined with his affluent living environment, it is probably because he has no survival pressure."
"If it were me, I would tell the other person that I did it on purpose." Jerome smiled broadly, as if he had thought of something, and the expression on his face was simply heartwarming.
"I will tell him that this is the mark I left for him. Every time he feels pain, he will think of me. This is the most unique gift in the world..."
When he said this, Jerome's expression became ferocious, and he almost roared with gritted teeth, "If he doesn't appreciate it, I will kill him... No, I will torture him and make him live a miserable life! I will never let him go!"
Seeing that Jerome was also having an attack, Schiller had to clear his throat and try to calm both of them down.
"Let's get back to the point. Colin manipulated you and hurt you. He is the root cause of your doubts about other people's approval and the reason why you can never be loyal and trust someone."
"The understanding he gave you at the beginning was greater than anyone else's, which made you intoxicated and unable to extricate yourself. The pain he brought you was also greater than anyone else's, which you still remember and are terrified to this day."
"From now on, whenever you meet someone who expresses his approval of you, you will wonder if he is going to hurt you. If the kindness and generosity shown to you by those upper-class people later only wore away your organ, will it eventually disappear completely because Colin has already stabbed it."
Schiller looked at Jerome again and said, "What do you think your toy would do to make you angry? Ignore your gift?"
Jerome was about to nod, but when he thought about the fact that the other person was a professional psychologist, he felt that this answer was a bit tacky. He even thought about it seriously for a while, and then said: "What really makes me angry is that he doesn't need my love at all."
"Don't seek recognition from anyone that doesn't deserve it." Schiller looked up at his eyes and said, "Accept the friendship of friends, the affection of relatives, the love of lovers, the respect of opponents, the recognition of superiors, and the praise of respected people, but don't look for all of these in one person at the same time."
Cobert's eyes were still somewhat confused, but Jerome's eyes darkened again. He even asked angrily, "Why not? I gave him so much, he should give me the same thing, everything I want..."
Although he was refuting, he seemed to expect Schiller to give him an answer. Unexpectedly, Schiller just waved his hand perfunctorily and said, "You two are exceptions. You can find family affection, love, friendship, respect, recognition and praise in him at the same time. No one can come between you two. That's it."
Jerome was a little confused, but soon he seemed to be pleased and became happy again. His eyes rolled around, more energetic than ever.
"It's too late to say anything now." Cobert said, "The guy is already dead, and I'm afraid his bones have turned to ashes."
"No, you still have a chance to meet him." Schiller tapped the table lightly with his fingers, and Cobert immediately turned to look at him.
"19th floor." Jerome said before Schiller could. "In room 1905 there is a monster that can create an illusion that is almost identical to a real person. That person is completely real and can even talk to you."
He seemed to remember something and became excited again. "I'm sure the illusion it creates is very, very..."
Before he could describe any details, Schiller interrupted him and said, "I've experienced it, too. I can assure you that the hallucination is real enough that, as long as your memory is fine, it can bring back someone in your memory."
But Cobert suddenly stopped talking. This time even Jerome could sense his panic. He really couldn't stand it anymore. He squinted his eyes and sneered: "Even if you know the truth, you still don't dare to face him? Are you crazy?!"
"Jerome, you'd better be compassionate," Schiller said. "In a place like Gotham, normal people who are traumatized are a rare species. You can't even see them in a zoo, so you have to be patient with him."
"That's really a lesson for you, Professor." Jerome was still speaking sarcastically.
"Cobert, you must be imagining a picture in your mind right now. To be more precise, you are recalling the past, the beautiful past. Do you think that if you see him again, he will feel guilty towards you, apologize, and come back to you? How about we make a bet?"
Cobert took a deep breath and asked, "What do you want to bet on?"
"Bet on what he will do."
"He might... he might say this is all a misunderstanding." Cobblepot gritted his teeth and said, "Of course I know he is quibbling, so I will definitely kill him."
"No, he won't say that. Even if you try to kill him and put a gun to his head, he will just taunt you as much as he can. Even if you torture him and give him a taste of his own medicine, he will never explain or apologize."
"Impossible..." Cobblepot said, "I know Colin. We have known each other for several years. He is a bad guy, but who in Gotham is not bad? He hurt me, and I will kill him, but no one is not afraid of death. He will beg for mercy from me."
"Yes, that's right. If I cut his neck, he will kneel on the ground and beg me to forgive him." Cobert also became excited. When he smiled, his hooked nose became more obvious and the muscles on his whole face were trembling.
"Then let's see who's right," Schiller said. "My bet is simple. If I win, I'll help us figure out what's going on with this hotel."
"What if I win?"
"You can win Colin back," Schiller said. "If he really feels guilty about you, even if he doesn't deserve to die, I will give you the Colin of my universe."
Cobblepot had no idea that even if he won, he would have to help Schiller leave the hotel to get the winnings. He was just a little excited and a little nervous, he said.
"Then, what about the Cobert of your universe?"
"He doesn't need Colin."
Several people began to prepare.
Cobert removed the cold air from the kitchen, giving Jerome, who had tried several times, the chance to finally step in. He couldn't come in before because it was too cold. As long as he was an ordinary person, he would be affected by the temperature. He would get hypothermia within two minutes of staying here, so all his attempts to explore the kitchen ended in failure.
Schiller and Jerome walked in. There was actually nothing special here. When they walked to the deepest part, the back half of the kitchen was frozen into ice. Through the not-so-transparent ice, they could vaguely see a figure.
"Don't go any further." Cobert said, "I am contaminated and it may affect you. Don't touch the ice. There is something wrong with the water."
It seems that Cobert is indeed a reckless person. He, like the toilet, can control water.
Schiller took a closer look and found that the injured leg of Cobert seemed to be a little distorted, but it was okay. Adding injuries to injuries was not a fatal matter. If a few tentacles grew out, it would just cure the lameness.
"How long will it take you to get out of here?" Schiller asked.
"Almost there." Cobert took a deep breath and said, "Give me another 20 minutes, and I'll finish this restaurant quickly."
“Can we still stay in the restaurant?”
"Okay, but you'd better stay away from the kitchen, and the temperature in the restaurant will drop. You can make that kind of flame again, but I can't affect the area around the flame. See you in 20 minutes."
Both Cobert and Jerome have one advantage, that is, although they are crazy, they are still reliable when it comes to getting things done.
Jerome and Schiller walked back into the restaurant. This time they chose a table at the end of the restaurant. Jerome still looked at Schiller with curious eyes, as if he wanted to find out what was going on.
"Have you been to college? What was your major? How were your grades?" Schiller started with three deadly questions.
Jerome smiled in a sly way and said, "You are such a good professor."
“Better than you think.”
"How good is it?"
"I hung Bruce Wayne for four years straight."
Jerome's eyes widened instantly, and finally he could only say that you are stronger. After all, in his opinion, Bruce Wayne is a rich man, the richest man in Gotham. If someone dares to cause trouble for him like this, he should not be underestimated.
Then Jerome immediately said, "I graduated from MIT with a degree in mechanical engineering and physics, worked at the Michigan Research Institute for a while, returned to Gotham University as a teaching assistant for a few months, and then joined the Wayne Group's laboratory."
Schiller sighed heavily.
Jerome was a little curious and began to ask about the details of Bruce's failure. Schiller glanced at him unhappily, but still wrote a paragraph of Bruce's paper for Jerome to see.
Jerome looked at the paper left and right, up and down, over and over again, as if he was trying to decipher a code. In the end, he only left one sentence, "It's really not unfair that he failed this subject."
"How are your brother's grades?" Schiller asked again.
Jerome sighed heavily.
"What do you mean?" He slapped his thigh and said, "Full marks for murder and arson."
Schiller laughed, and Jerome laughed with him, until Jerome almost laughed out loud, and then he said, "You're much better than the professors I knew in college."
20 minutes passed quickly, and a figure appeared at the door of the kitchen. It was Cobert who limped over.
However, what surprised both of them was that his leg had neither pants nor skin. The skin seemed to have been completely dissolved, and the texture of the muscle tissue was clearly visible. Countless small flesh buds stretched out from the gaps in the muscles, and were constantly swaying.
"Sorry, but they don't seem to accept pants very well." Cobert also said humorously: "They tear clothes faster than prostitutes."
These things obviously hurt, so even though they no longer made Cobblepot limp, he still walked with a limp.
Schiller looked at the white candle that had been mostly burned out, sighed, and suddenly a black umbrella appeared in his hand.
He turned the umbrella around, held the center of it with his hand, handed the handle to Cobert, and said.
"The time is almost up, take your umbrella and go."