American TV series Detective's Daily Life

Chapter 76 Batman is a psychopath

"The reality is that in most cases we still have to rely on force to ensure that others give us the opportunity to use our brains."

Chuck made a move and said, "Spencer, we only have whether we want to, not whether we can."

"But I really want to but can't."

Reed smiled bitterly: "I've tried it many times."

"That's just not enough thought."

Chuck looked at him: "You said we are the same kind of people, and we are indeed, but I work harder than you, because if I don't work hard, I can't even sit here and talk normally.

And you can live a normal life without this step, so you don’t have this urgent need in your subconscious mind, and you can’t do the same level of exercise as I do. "

"That's true."

Reed thought for a moment and nodded in agreement.

"You have a strong enough brain and imagination. Next time you go to practice shooting, imagine this picture."

Chuck said: "You are a BAU, and you often encounter various powerful criminals. When your companions are knocked down, only you can save your companions and yourself, and bring the criminals to justice.

But because you were unable to pass the gun-holding test, you were powerless and could only watch all this happen before your eyes.

You should understand that the criminals you face are basically perverts. Imagine that your companions and yourself will suffer perverted torture that is worse than death because of your unwillingness to work harder.

If these pictures cannot inspire you to work harder, then I suggest you leave BAU and return to campus to be a pure scholar, because this is most likely the situation you will encounter in the future, for your own good and for the good of your peers. "

A picture appeared in Reed's mind, and his face turned pale.

He is known as the FBI's humanoid crime database, and those horrific crime scenes are deeply engraved in his unforgettable brain. After a little correspondence with Chuck's description, he can't bear it.

The gift of photographic memory and an overly smart brain, just like the repeated nightmares brought to him by little Sheldon when faced with birds and chickens, have become a burden at this moment.

Gideon watched his apprentice turn pale after what Chuck said, narrowed his eyes, and said nothing.

Because he understood that what Chuck said was right, and forcing Reed properly would also help Reed grow.

In their profession, in addition to talent and ability, the most important thing is psychological endurance. While enduring the tragedy of the victims, they also have to bear the heavy pressure that they may also become victims.

If you cannot do this, sooner or later you will have no choice but to leave actively or passively.

"Batman is an interesting guy."

Gideon looked down at the chessboard for a while, then didn't rush to play. He looked up at Chuck and smiled: "He is a billionaire playboy during the day, but turns into the Dark Knight at night. Dr. Wolfe, what do you think of him?" ?”

"He's a psycho."

Chuck looked down at the chessboard and casually stated his thoughts on Batman.

He knew that Gideon must have suffered from an occupational disease and wanted to explain (write) him.

He doesn't care.

"oh?"

Gideon looked at Chuck with interest, waiting for further explanation.

"During the day, he is Wei Bancheng. With the resources and influence, if he wants to, he can do things that Batman will never be able to do, and truly change Gotham City from its roots."

Chuck said: "But he didn't want to do this. Instead, he transformed into Batman at night and personally fought against criminals. The criminals were injured but not killed. The more they beat, the more they were arrested and imprisoned, the more perverted they became. He would break out of prison every once in a while and bring them to the citizens of Gotham. Greater suffering.

Couldn't Batman's super intelligence not think of this?

I'm afraid not.

So why doesn't he do this?

Batman's greatest ability, the Bat Suit, the Bat Chariot, the Bat Fighter and other high-tech equipment all rely on Wei Bancheng's ability.

So in the final analysis, there is no Batman, there is just Wei Bancheng, a mentally ill person who uses his money-making ability to enjoy an extremely luxurious life under the sun during the day and an exciting dark life at night.

They are no different from those rich people who like to go to watch underground boxing matches like the Roman Colosseum, tear off the pretense of civility, distort their faces, roar and enjoy the boxing until their flesh and blood flow freely.

It's just that he was rich and willful, so he expanded this small-scale underground boxing match to the entire Gotham City, and used his money power to hire professionals for training, spend crazy money on krypton gold equipment, and then personally bullied the whiteboarder. "

"..."

Reed opened his mouth, speechless.

He really didn't expect that Chuck looked like Batman, so when he said that Chuck looked like Batman before, wouldn't it be a compliment?

"There's a fine line between genius and madness."

Chuck raised his head and glanced at Reed: "We are all geniuses and a little mentally ill. This is normal."

In the world of American TV series, you can’t be called a genius without some quirks, and you can’t be called a super genius without some mental illness.

Reed was immediately relieved and smiled again.

This is why he likes and admires Chuck. They are the same kind of people.

His biggest worry is that his mother has paranoid schizophrenia, and this mental illness is hereditary. He often worries that he also has this kind of mental illness.

However, when it came to Chuck's mouth, he could say and face it calmly. Staying with Chuck was too much of a stress relief for him.

Monica's apartment.

"Please, can you stop grinning."

Best friend Rachel complained in envy: "Did you not take out the toothbrush after brushing your teeth?"

"Are you sure it's a toothbrush?"

Chandler was teasing as always.

"Shut up!"

Monica didn't like hearing such naughty jokes and pointed at Chandler, but she was in such a happy mood that she kept a bright smile on her lips.

"As for it?"

Ross rolled his eyes in displeasure.

"You do not understand."

Monica rolled her eyes back, still unable to control her smile, and frequently looked at the phone on the table.