"Then why don't you open the door?"

Schiller did not answer the question directly. He just looked up and looked around the corridor. He said: "Some traits in my personality are very dangerous, such as violence, madness, indifference, morbidity, etc..."

"These characteristics will stay in their unique building, which is often a memory I once had. For example, violent characteristics will stay in this madhouse..."

"So, you have lived in this madhouse?" Kongsu asked.

Schiller nodded, as if he had remembered something, but he did not explain the problem, but continued: "If you want to enter the building where they are, you need special keys. These keys are in the hands of the 'superego'

, these qualities cannot rise if the superego, which represents social rules and morals, does not give the key.”

"According to ordinary people's logic, when people use violence or fall into madness, they will be restricted by social rules and morals in their thinking. Once they think about this aspect, they will have concerns about violence or madness in their personality.

factors will be temporarily suppressed.”…

At this moment, at the end of the corridor they were walking through, there was a series of hurried footsteps, and a small figure ran over. Kong Su saw that it was a young version of Schiller, still holding a child in his arms.

A gray unknown object.

"Here comes the key," Schiller said.

The young Schiller ran to the door with a click, then stopped, turned around and handed Schiller a key in his hand.

The moon god Kongsu asked: "He is also a trait in your personality? What does he represent?"

"He is my true self and represents my instinct."

The Moon God Kongsu bent down and touched the head of the young Schiller. The young Schiller looked up at him and seemed not to be afraid. The Moon God Kongsu asked him: "What are you holding in your arms?"

"

The young Schiller looked down at the ball of slime in his arms. He pursed his lips and shook his head. Kongsu straightened up again, looked at Schiller and asked him: "Why can't your instinct speak?"

Schiller opened the door with the key and said: "Remember? I just said that all the characteristics were born from a certain period of my life experience..."

"The content of this experience determines the appearance and characteristics of this trait..."

As he spoke, Schiller opened the door and turned back to look at the young Schiller who was gradually running away with the gray slime in his arms. When he thought of something, he forced himself to turn his head back and look into the room.

The figure in the room was wearing a full-body mental patient's straitjacket, with several iron chains wrapped around his body. The ends of the iron chains were fixed on the four walls and ceiling, and he had a metal protective shield on his mouth.
Chapter completed!