You know the rules: if you want it, come and take it yourself!

Although Lin Yu didn't quite agree with Old Zheng's "hysteria" explanation last time, he felt that the Second Generation "Freud" couldn't be defined so simply, and that this person might have some secrets hidden within him.

But this time, after listening to the Second Generation "Freud" rattle off a long analysis of Old Zheng's cause of death, and considering that Old Zheng was actually killed by "Fluoxetine" with an axe due to his own mistake, he couldn't help but start to have some doubts...

Could it be that this Second Generation "Freud" really has something wrong with his brain?

It has to be said that the Second Generation "Freud" was actually quite convincing. For a moment, Lin Yu almost actually believed that what she said was the Truth. In fact, Old Zheng himself didn't understand why he died.

But... the problem is that Lin Yu's evidence to confirm Old Zheng's cause of death isn't just Old Zheng's own account.

First of all, the will representing the "Death game" would absolutely not target him, the individual "Player," and force him to die simply because Old Zheng was researching the "mass production Trial."

Lin Yu knew better than anyone just how high the Supreme will of the "Death game" was.

The lofty will of the "Death game" is incapable of providing any targeted response to Old Zheng's actions.

If Old Zheng had actually done something taboo that would be noticed by the will of the "Death game," causing the Game's will to eliminate him, it would have done it much more cleanly and efficiently than it has now.

Under those circumstances, it was absolutely impossible for Zheng Jianshen to still have a brain left, let alone for that "Asylum" to exist as a [Instance] of himself.

Secondly...

Lin Yu was quite familiar with the "Diviner" and the power of "Destiny" mentioned by the Second Generation "Freud".

The shattered power of "Destiny" wasn't that magical, and the "Diviner" definitely wasn't involved in Old Zheng's death—otherwise, the Lord of Mist Island would have taken his Living Soul long ago.

As for the Island Master of the 6th Island...

That Princess Bai Yue would kill Old Zheng? Don't be ridiculous!

Lin Yu was certain that if he ran to the 6th Island and told Princess Bai Yue, "I can Resurrection Old Zheng, but I need your life as the price," and if he could prove that what he said was true, Princess Bai Yue would definitely commit suicide on the spot.

That luminous woman's mental state was indeed that obsessive—she dared to awaken all the ancient civilization ruins of the entire Mist Island just because of what appeared to be Old Zheng's mental fluctuations, almost killing a group of "Tier 3" and "Tier 4" experts, which already speaks volumes about her stance.

Therefore, Lin Yu was quite certain that all of this was just the Second Generation "Freud's " own conjecture.

Calling it "hysteria" is really not an exaggeration.

On the surface, however, Lin Yu, who also worshipped Schreiber and claimed to be the successor of "Freud," did not show any doubt at this moment.

Instead, he fell into thought, "So there were so many secrets back then... That makes much more sense now."

"Due to various limitations, I don't really know much about the cause of my teacher's death—I just assumed that he himself had already decided to die and was contemplating suicide back then... I never imagined that his death would involve so many things."

Lin Yu murmured to himself, and Skinner silently pushed two glasses of new wine in front of the two of them.

"President, Schreiber, your Margarita and Cosmopolitan."

The Second Generation "Freud" picked up the Margarita, took a small sip, and a small chip appeared on the rim of the glass, which was covered in sea salt.

Although less than a tenth of the bright yellow cocktail liquid had sunk, the Second Generation Freud still coughed lightly, and his face visibly flushed.

"Cough cough cough..."

She put down her cup, adjusted her glasses, and, after calming her breathing, said, "So, Schreiber, I acknowledge that you're not a fraudulent Liar, but you also need to understand... when it comes to knowing Mr. Zheng, you're far inferior to me."

"You're ultimately just a self-taught amateur... while I am his personally groomed successor, the student who inherited his mantle."

"I know you've been claiming that I misunderstood his intentions and misinterpreted his ideas—but perhaps you should now reflect on whether you're the one who's gone Error."

"If you are willing to admit your Error, I would be happy to invite you to join the 'Psychology Society' and become a member of the 'Professional Committee,' assisting me in continuing the unfinished work of the First Generation 'Freud.'"

The Second Generation Freud spoke, his eyes behind his glasses revealing a hint of sincerity.

"Of course, while I believe my general direction is correct, I must admit that you also possess some ideas and details about the First Generation 'Freud' that I don't, so perhaps I do have some shortcomings in understanding his philosophy... I welcome your corrections."

"Since we both inherited Freud's legacy, we should be considered fellow disciples, and shouldn't continue to fight amongst ourselves... Instead, we should work together and exchange what we each possess, shouldn't we?"

The Second Generation Freud said this.

This is indeed a good opportunity for Lin Yu.

Even Old Zheng was somewhat delighted. "Wow, boss, the hysteriac has relented... Maybe this is a good opportunity for you, 'Schreiber,' to officially join the 'Psychology Society'!"

"It seems you don't need to directly confront this 'Tier 4' to enter the 'Psychology Society' and start influencing the organization."

"Moreover, being able to communicate with her more peacefully will help us unravel this guy's mystery—boss, I admit I have my own selfish motives, because I'm genuinely curious about this guy's background."

Lin Yu fell into thought upon hearing Old Zheng's words.

Indeed, this is a good opportunity for me—no matter how you look at it, it's a good opportunity.

He agreed to join the Second Generation "Freud" and the "Psychology Society" to operate the identity of "Schreiber" in a safer way to achieve his desired goals.

But...

This is a "good" option, a "safe" option.

This is not an option that "Schreiber" would make.

The character "Schreiber" he was playing would never make that choice.

Thinking of this, Lin Yu picked up his wine glass, took a sip, and once again entered the role of "Schreiber".

"I quite like this wine, thank you for the recommendation."

Both the Margarita and the Cosmopolitan are short-drink cocktails, so although the Margarita glass and the conical glass used to serve them are slightly different in shape, they are very similar in that they have a wide mouth, a shallow depth, and a tall stem.

This type of cup is generally very light and has a small capacity, so from the beginning, the Second Generation Freud had been holding the cup in his hand without putting it down.

Lin Yu gently brought his cup closer to the one in her hand, and with a "clink," they clinked glasses.

The Second Generation Freud raised an eyebrow. "So... you accepted my invitation?"

Lin Yu downed half of the Metropolitan Cosmopolitan in one gulp, and a blush rose on his pale face.

"No... you self-proclaimed Second Generation 'Freud' guy, listen up—I admit, perhaps you could be considered my fellow disciple, but my views have never changed."

"I've never thought you were qualified to inherit the name 'Freud'... You, you, compared to your teacher, compared to that 'Mr. Zheng' you mentioned," Lin Yu stared at her, his eyes behind his glasses filled with undisguised scrutiny and disdain, "You're too mediocre, too weak, too outdated, too rotten!"

When you said 'hatred doesn't exist,' I did think you were quite promising. But what about your initiative to invite me to 'bury the hatchet' and join the 'Psychology Society'?

"Firstly, I have absolutely no interest in the 'Psychology Society' that you currently control—from beginning to end, I've felt that you've misinterpreted the teacher's philosophy, causing the organization to completely deviate from the right path, and this won't change just because you know more about the Truth the teacher's death."

"I will only join the Psychology Society when the entire organization is united and asks me to bring them back on the right track."

The Second Generation Freud listened to Lin Yu's speech, narrowed his eyes, silently picked up his wine glass, and took a big gulp as well.

"Cough cough!"

This time she coughed even more violently, her entire face and neck turning red, whether from drunkenness or anger, it was hard to tell.

"Go on."

The Second Generation Freud said coldly.

Lin Yu put down his wine glass, still staring at the Second Generation Freud. Both of their eyes were as sharp and cold as frost-covered blades.

"Secondly, even if you and I are not imposters, haven't you considered this possibility?" Lin Yu's tone revealed a hint of disdain. "As the teacher's successor... haven't you considered this possibility?"

"We are the 'Trial' left to each other by our teacher—to obtain his complete legacy, whether it's the 'Psychology Society' organization, those [Item], Memory, the Supernatural System of Mental Power... and most importantly, his groundbreaking and imaginative ideas and concepts—perhaps what we want to obtain is not through cooperation or exchange, but by passing these 'Trial'!"

"If you want something, defeat the other party to get it. That's the mindset of a 'strong person,' that's the mindset of 'Freud,' isn't it?"

Lin Yu spoke, his tone calm yet powerful.

Upon hearing Lin Yu's words, the Second Generation Freud remained silent at first, then a look of almost ecstatic joy appeared on his face.

She grinned, revealing her gleaming white teeth.

"To be honest, Schreiber, I've always felt that you were the 'Final Trial' Mr. Zheng left for me."

"But... lately, I've had this idea that 'recruiting you and cooperating with you might be one way to pass the Trial.' After all, you certainly don't seem like an ordinary person, and killing you or turning you into an idiot... would be such a waste!"

"But now I understand—after listening to your statement, I completely understand."

"The Trial Mr. Zheng left me are certainly not simple—your stubborn personality is probably part of Mr. Zheng's complete calculations!"

"So, I'll take you even more seriously from now on, Schreiber!"

"As you said... if you want the name 'Freud' and the organization 'Psychology Society'..."

"Then come and get it yourself!"

With that, she downed the Margarita in her glass in one gulp and tossed the glass to the ground.