Bruce curled his lip. "Yeah, an 'ordinary person' who could see a murder scene and immediately think of the method, then solve two serial killer cases in three days."
The moment the words left his mouth, Bruce's expression stiffened. He realized that the way he spoke was becoming more and more like Schiller's.
Schiller merely spread his hands and smiled. "Can't ordinary people have a few special talents? But you've touched on the key point. This is the biggest improvement in this update."
"It isn't just those serial killers. You and I are the same. Because of certain innate advantages, we are separated from ordinary people."
"Serial killers have weak emotions. They cannot empathize or understand the joys, anger, sorrows, and pleasures of ordinary people. You possess a high IQ and great wealth, so you are destined to drift further and further away from ordinary society. As for me, I was born with mental illness and cannot understand this world in a normal way either."
"We have all left ordinary lives behind and can only imagine how ordinary people live. Even if you give up your identity as a billionaire and immerse yourself among the lower classes, the differences in intelligence and brain structure make it difficult for you to see the world entirely from an ordinary person's perspective."
"In your eyes, how could anyone fail to learn calculus? How could anyone fail to memorize three books overnight? How could anyone fail to understand the mechanical structure inside a machine? But many ordinary people simply cannot."
"So you keep wondering whether they are truly stupid or merely unwilling to think hard." Schiller looked into Bruce's eyes, but the cold amusement that had always been there was gone. It showed that he was not mocking anyone.
Yet Schiller's words were still