Chapter 3571 The Edge of Tomorrow (17)

"A rare guest," Victor turned around and looked at Schiller who appeared by the door, saying, "Don't you always think my laboratory is cold and you don't want to come? Why are you here now?"

"I'll remind you to update your cleaning equipment, because we may have a 'big battle' next," Schiller said, holding his arms.

"Are you reminding me that you are going to start a massacre?"

"I don't have that skill, and we are a logistics team, so we're only responsible for cleaning up the scene."

"It's very light. Last time I cleaned the rehearsal classroom, I had a sore waist and back all night. The cleaning work is really not easy to do."

"Think about the annual salary of 500,000 yuan, is it a little better?"

"You are so comfortable." Victor stretched, turned around and leaned on the lab table and said, "Have you read the emails that support will send you?"

"Yes, they are becoming more and more like a housekeeping company, and they are learning the skills of spam well."

"My two students complained to me," Victor said with his arms. "What surprised me was that the more I usually had, the more I was disgusted with them; and those students who followed the rules and obeyed order chose to retreat or join."

"This is normal. People who are accustomed to following order are not all people who are deeply aware of the meaning of order themselves. Many people are just disciplined and choose a way of survival that does not need to use their brains. They are inevitably blindly following the mentality."

"One order appears, they choose to follow; and when another order suppresses the normal order, they change themselves and continue to adapt to the new order. This significantly improves their survival rate, so there are more people like this now."

Although Schiller said this, there was no contempt or ridicule in his tone. He continued: "This is a kind of survival wisdom, and although it occasionally makes them accomplices of evil, it is hard to blame considering that those mavericks are sometimes more evil."

"This is true," said Victor. "When a person needs to protect himself by not showing his personality, but following the crowd, he cannot expect him to fight for anything."

"Instead of discussing these philosophical issues here, it's better to consider something more practical. I guess someone will take action on support soon. In order to prevent things from getting bigger, we need to help them with the aftermath."

"Do you know where the supporters are? Coppert's investigation is fruitful?"

"No, this is not something that was investigated." Schiller shook his head and said, "It was they who sent me an email. If you reply to them, they might tell you too."

"It's crazy." Victor sighed, "In fact, I have never felt so truly the change in Gotham. The new generations seem to have no vigilance and are not worried that such actions will attract demons."

"The essence of Gotham has never changed. It's just that the sun creates a peaceful appearance, which makes people pay too much attention to the glittering things during the day and fails to see the truth of the night. The monsters lurking in the shadows have never gone far, but just hide and wait for an opportunity to move." Schiller said.

"If you say that, you can call it the nest of monsters. Is this another sense of how birds of birds fly together?" Victor said with a smile.

"Maybe you can call the real bat cave here. Bats themselves are symbols of darkness and fear. When they do not live in the cave, but choose to fly out and do something, darkness and fear will come."

"Yes, this interpretation is more in line with common sense than the Dark Knight." Victor walked behind the lab bench and said, "I got a cleaning machine that automatically sprays cleaner from the equipment manufacturer. The cleaning force is very strong. Maybe we don't have to worry about the blood on the floor anymore."

"Take all the things on, let's go to the old campus for a walk."

"Where are they? No wonder I didn't hear anything here. But well, something happens to the old campus will not affect the football game. That's what you think, right?"

"They have picked a good coffin for themselves, so why should we postpone the funeral? Let's go, there might be a good show tonight."

As we were about to go out, it started to rain lightly again. However, because the temperature was still good during the day, the rain was not so cold, but it was a little wet, which made the lush green plants in the new campus look a little more green. The pedestrians in the rain were walking in a hurry, and the sound of footsteps trampling on the water droplets was like another rainstorm.

The car walked around the east side of the old campus of Gotham University and stopped under a beech tree. Looking from here, you can see the huge graffiti on the side wall of the art museum.

The door bolt on the side door was a little rusty, and when the door bolt was opened, it made some tooth-sourcing sounds, but it was submerged in the sound of rain and did not attract anyone's attention.

Victor pushed open the door and looked back at Schiller. The globe under the umbrella was slowly turning, looking through the hazy rain lines, giving people a sense of unreality that is still in a dream.

"Should I design a mask or something for myself?" Victor whispered, "so that no one can spam me because he recognizes me."

The two of them walked in along the side door and arrived at the top of the art museum. They pushed open the door of the rooftop and stood on the rooftop of the art museum and looked down.

The Art Museum is the tallest building in the old campus, from which you can overlook the remaining campus. The teaching building next to it is very quiet, and you can vaguely see several activities.

Victor stood on the edge of the roof and looked for a while and said, "It seems that they are all students from other places. Yet, outsiders always have a naive fantasy about this place, and think that their tricks work in Gotham."

"Have you heard of the 'Illuminati'?" Schiller suddenly said.

"You talk about that urban legend? If they didn't invite you to join, then the status of this evil organization in my mind would be greatly reduced."

Schiller laughed and said, "I have never been interested in secret control of the world. I mean, the conditions for Breniak to support the association are a bit like the legendary Illuminati."

"You mean you have to do something bad?"

“To be precise, you have to do something out of the ordinary. In psychology, this is called the ‘obedience test’.”

"I don't understand," said Victor. "It's the purpose of joining this organization to be the mastermind behind the world. If you still be humble to others and follow other people's orders to make a fool of yourself in public, what's the point?"

"Control the world is just a slogan. Just like the Breniak support meeting, do those who are threatened to join really feel that they can gain the status of a lord and rule even a city by greeting Breniak?"

"It sounds unrealistic. If super artificial intelligence also uses backward systems like sealing to govern humans, it will be difficult for a long time."

"That's true. All cults are nothing more than this. The grand goal is just to shout slogans. What others flock to is the actual benefits this group can bring to them - the current, undelayed benefits."

"What benefits will support bring to his members?" Victor said while thinking, "The software Breniak made can be used by anyone, and there is no threshold. He doesn't seem to be biased towards them. At least it is proved that Harley's evidence has not been made public. He really doesn't care about support."

"Sometimes, interests do not just refer to additional wealth and power, but may also be the basics."

“Basic?”

“Yes, like safety,” Schiller said. “If people who don’t join are unsafe, then getting security through joining is like gaining benefits.”

“It sounds like a total scam.”

"It is true. For ordinary people, everything they have is easily deprived, including security. They have too many loopholes and handles to capture, so they can easily threaten them. Taking measures to threaten their safety and then ask them to join to obtain basic security is indeed a scam."

"It sounds like there are big loopholes," Victor said. "What if they can't guarantee basic security?"

"We will find out soon." Schiller said, looking at the teaching building opposite.

When it was just dark, you could see the lights flashing from afar. A car was approaching here, as if it had planned it or passing by.

Several cars were parked on the side of the road, and the people in the car were not moving for a long time. Until it was completely dark, a few figures could be seen vaguely entering the teaching building, and then there was a long silence.

Victor thought he would hear gunshots and screams, but the silence of death lasted for a long time until the rain stopped and there was no movement in the teaching building.

"What's going on inside?" Victor couldn't help asking.

"They don't use guns," Schiller said. "This is a school, not a neighborhood where gangs entrench. When the gunshots sound, the police will be present quickly. If there is a living slap, the risk of exposure will increase."

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire teaching building suddenly darkened, and all the lights went out in an instant.

"The switch was pulled," Victor said. "This is a good idea. Most people will lose their vision in the dark moments and will be very flustered, which will make it easier to succeed."

"It's true. More importantly, if the windows are exposed to light, the movements of people inside the room may be seen, and it will be bad if they are photographed by a certain camera."

"Will there be some movement?" Victor narrowed his eyes and stared at the teaching building. He felt that some screams would come.

But the truth is nothing. If you listen carefully, you can hear some very slight collision of tables and chairs, but there is no voice - neither screaming, asking for help or speaking.

"This is one of the benefits of cold weapons," Schiller said. "Human voice relies too much on the vocal cords. As long as it can touch the neck, the arrival of death will be very quiet."

"Should I say that a famous teacher produces a high disciple?"

"I haven't taught them this."

"Yes, you just advanced the next meeting and assigned them a new paper revision task. This greatly compressed their time to deal with these idiots, and could only use such immediate means to solve the troubles besides the paper."

"This is the power of knowledge."

"No, if you are not you, they will definitely take a simpler approach."

“What method?”
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