"Geniuses should stay in the Lunatic Asylum until they die."
The former Bureau of Proclamation's most outstanding computer genius, Bederman, stared at the pair of white eyes that occupied most of the area. The child-like smile on his face was full of abnormal and abnormal meaning. He said with a smile,
"In the long history of mankind, the great prophet physicist Stan, the great painter with one ear, and the great me will all die here. The Lunatic Asylum is always the best graveyard for real geniuses."
Xu Le looked at him silently. He didn't quite understand the psychological state of this kind of person, such as why he was not surprised to see him and was unwilling to leave.
At this time, Bederman's emotions were like a flame sealed by ice. His appearance and tone were extremely cold and calm, but there was some kind of excitement hidden inside. He said in a sharp and bitter voice, "You want to take me away, why should I leave with you? Why should I go out? Geniuses are lunatics. The Lunatic Asylum is where I should stay. "
"Back then, you forced me to jump out of the Glory Of The Charter. You kept chasing me with your small eyes. At that time, you were not as quiet as you are now. You did not want to be disturbed by the outside world."
Xu Le paused for a moment, looked at the pair of eyes that looked particularly strange because the white had eroded the black, and said in a low voice, "If you feel that the outside world is not challenging and interesting, then you should go with me."
"Go with me, and you will have the opportunity to challenge the Charter again."
Hearing this, Bederman's pupils shrank slightly, and the white area in his eyes seemed to be larger than before.
However, he still did not give any answer. After a long silence, he waved his hand and signaled Xu Le to follow him out of the conference room.
Back to the quiet and dim ward with two jujube trees outside the window.
Bederman moved his thin and weak body slowly to the window, pointed at the densely packed data formulas on the glass with his withered fingers, and said in a slightly hoarse voice, "You solve this problem."
"Solve the problem?"
Xu Le walked to the window and looked at the question that was even more complicated than his own cerebral cortex. He couldn't help but frown, wondering if this guy had spent too much time teaching patients in the mental hospital and really thought of himself as a professor.
"After you designed MXT, many people in the Federation saw you as a genius, but I don't think it's difficult to put together a heavy and clumsy robot. It's just that I'm a little surprised that you can solve the quantum measurability problem in the turbulence device. I want to see what the upper limit of your ability is. "
Bederman walked to the bedside and sat down. He took the teacup on the table and took a big gulp.
Xu Le's brows furrowed tightly. He was running out of time. However, considering the temperament of a research genius or freak like Bederman, even if he knocked him out and carried him away, it would not help the situation in any way.
"Mathematics and theoretical physics are my weak points. My strong points are multi-dimensional geometry and structural superposition. I can't solve this problem."
The fundamental problem of the MX mecha's dual-engine turbulence device was solved by Professor Shen Yulin's research. Xu Le smiled bitterly and said, "Is it because you don't have an answer? Are you not willing to leave with me?"
"I understand that the environment in the mental hospital is much simpler than outside. People like you are more comfortable here, so you need a very strong reason to convince yourself to leave. I'm sorry, but I can't do that."
Hearing Xu Le's sincere words, Bederman suddenly laughed. His fine teeth were stained with old smoke spots, and due to malnutrition, his gums were strangely pale. His smile was extremely bleak.
"Is it very comfortable to stay in this mental hospital? Maybe you're right. I feel more and more comfortable staying here, but I'm also more and more suspicious. Am I really suffering from a mental illness? "
Bederman slowly pulled up the thin blanket and pulled it over his head nervously. Gradually, his shrill voice pierced through the darkness and cotton, echoing in the room.
"When I was first locked up in this mental hospital, I wanted to get out all the time. In the end, the doctors and nurses gave me injections and chlorpromazine.
"After three injections, my brain stopped working. I knew that if I were to continue, I would definitely not become a lunatic, but I would definitely become an idiot."
Bederman laughed strangely under the thin blanket and said, "In order not to become an idiot, I started to pretend to be an idiot. I used some methods to stop them from giving me injections."
Xu Le had a vague feeling that he was about to hear a very tragic story. He asked in a low voice, "What methods?"
Bederman did not answer. Raising the blanket, he mumbled crazily, "The doctors and nurses are all unreasonable, even more so than those real idiots. That's why I like to teach idiots. And idiots are very quiet in class, so the doctors and nurses can save a lot of trouble. That's why they also like it when I teach idiots."
Xu Le looked at the trembling blanket on the bed. He could hear the pain and hatred in Bederman's voice that could not be filtered by the blanket.
Bederman suddenly threw the blanket off his head and stared at Xu Le like a dead man. Beads of sweat kept dripping from his face. His face became redder and redder. The deep fear in his eyes gradually disappeared.
"What am I afraid of?"
"Why should I be afraid?"
"You are the most famous butcher. You will protect me."
"Yes, I want to leave."
"I want to leave!"
Listening to Bederman's crazy scream, Xu Le did not expect that the seemingly difficult road map suddenly returned to the predetermined track.
"We can't let the most outstanding brain of this generation be destroyed by madness." Bederman stared at Xu Le's eyes and said while panting, "Promise me one thing, and I will go with you."
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The hard and thick wooden stick smashed on the man's body. Blood spurted out and a blue mark was left. Sometimes, the clear sound of bone breaking could be heard.
The male nurse in a white uniform was tossing and turning on the wet and cold ground in pain. Every time the wooden stick smashed on his body, he would jump up as if he had been electrocuted and then cry and wail.
The male nurse was very tall and strong, but Xu Le had directly destroyed his ability to resist at the beginning. Therefore, he could not resist Bederman's crazy beating at all.
"Spare me! I was wrong! "The male nurse cried and shouted.
Bederman's pale cheeks were painted with excitement. He smashed the wooden stick on the right leg of the male nurse again. The crisp sound of bone breaking seemed to wash away the humiliation and hatred in the deepest part of his brain. It made his smile become innocent.
The male nurse held his face with his hands. Blood dripped from his fingers. He looked at Bederman in pain and fear and cried, "I was wrong! I was wrong! I shouldn't have done that to you! I beg you, please don't kill me! "
Bederman smiled innocently like a child. He waved the wooden stick cruelly like a child playing with autumn cicadas. His gray lips trembled at a high speed. No one could understand what he was saying, and his face was already full of tears.
Xu Le stood outside the room and smoked. The expression on his face was a little complicated. Behind him, the dull sound of the wooden stick hitting, the crisp sound of bone breaking and the miserable begging for mercy clearly told the ugly and tragic story of an asylum.
After a long time, Bederman finally finished the miserable beating or killing. He pushed the door open and walked out. He wiped the sweat on his forehead caused by excessive exercise, as if he was wiping away the past.
"Did you feel good?" Xu Le asked.
Bederman nodded and answered in a hoarse voice, "Yes."
Xu Le looked at him and asked very seriously, "Do you want to just kill him?"
Bederman answered coldly, "With so many broken bones and at least three rectal repair operations, it will be more painful to live than to die."
With Xu Le's acquiescence and even help, Bederman, who had the most outstanding brain in this era, used the most outstanding means to complete his cold revenge on some people in this asylum.
He carefully washed his bloody hands by the pool at the corner of the corridor for a long time. Then, like a professor patrolling the classroom, he walked into the conference room with his hands behind his back.
There was no feeling of parting like the last class. Bederman just picked up the piece of chalk on the ground, put it in his pocket, and then left the asylum.
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Three inconspicuous gray cars drove to the back wall of the asylum. A middle-aged man walked out of the car. He was wearing a black silk suit. His face was extremely pale. Under the contrast of black and white, he gave a particularly gloomy feeling. It was not the kind of gloominess that couldn't see the sun, but the gloominess of the eternal night.
The middle-aged man walked to Xu Le and introduced himself, "I am Han Chu."
This was the first time that Xu Le saw Han Chu. He could feel that this middle-aged man with a gloomy temperament was definitely not as terrifying as Zhang Xiaohua, but he felt more dangerous.
Sure enough, he was the most terrifying person under Lin Banshan. Xu Le thought silently in his heart. Then, he frowned and asked a very important question.
"Will the Bureau of Proclamation follow you?"
Han Chu calmly replied, "According to the Charter Act, the Bureau of Proclamation can only participate in internal affairs unless the government applies. According to our information, the Bureau of Proclamation seems to have not received the application."
"I am a citizen of the Empire. Now I am involved in the internal affairs of the Federation." Xu Le looked at him and shook his head, "This reason is not enough."
"We have our own methods," Han Chu replied with a smile.
Xu Le asked again.
Han Chu seriously explained, "But these methods have no effect on you and your team members. In other words, in the eyes of the Charter, you are too important."
Leaving the asylum, Bederman seemed to have instantly changed back to the proud computer expert, the man who was still arrogant and proud even in front of Lee Jae-do and Cui Judong.
Hearing the word Charter, Bederman's pupils subconsciously shrank, then he looked at Han Chu and said with a sneer, "You have a mole in the Bureau."
Han Chu slowly raised his eyebrows, then smiled slightly and did not explain anything.
Three gray cars quietly drove away from the asylum.
Xu Le walked to a remote part of the town, then stood under the shade of a big tree and waited for a long time until he received a confirmation signal from somewhere.
After a moment of silence, he took out the phone from his arms and softly issued an order to the people in the Federation, "Action."
Somewhere in Harbor City, a yellow taxi suddenly accelerated, roaring like an armored tank, and collided with a black SUV of the Federation Investigation Bureau on the side of the road.
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(This chapter was troublesome and took too long to write, so I deleted a long section. It was a pity.
Also, I know that the monthly votes will be doubled, but I haven't done it this month because I want to write the ending quietly. At this time, I can't spend too much time on those things.
Of course, it must be very good. As the saying goes, if you love, please love deeply; if you want to vote, please vote fiercely. I thank you first, but I will definitely not spend time on these things these days. Even if I do vote, I will only vote simply and blindly.
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