Chapter 1269: A Pair of Solitary Shadows (Part 9)

"When Schiller and Batman met, although there were only the two of them, the process of Gordon taking them to the cold storage in the basement of the Gotham Police Department was public, and many police officers saw their whereabouts. Do you think every police officer in the Gotham Police Department will perform their duties?" Bruce was also stating a fact in a question. Hal shook his head and said, "Most cities with poor public security have corrupt police. Even in a city like Seaside City where the gangs are not very powerful, there are many police who accept bribes just to open the door for those smugglers who travel by sea." Jason nodded in understanding. Harley sneered and squinted her eyes and said, "Professor Schiller said that 'the murderer hates the victim', which means that the murderer must want the victim's miserable condition to be seen by everyone. He must want the person he brutally killed to have his body, which has been ravaged, to appear in front of the public and be lost. "To take away the last bit of dignity is part of his revenge."

"So, he will definitely pay attention to the whereabouts of the body, and will definitely use the informants in the police station to find out how many people have seen the results of his revenge, how they speculated on his cruel crime process, and how they scolded him for being cunning, which can satisfy his arrogance and vanity."

Bruce glanced at Harley, Diana reached out and put her arm around the little girl's waist, pressed her on the seat next to her, touched her head and said: "What did your parents teach you?"

"My parents died a long time ago, and they died miserably." Harley said nonchalantly: "Because of their stupidity, because they were afraid of me."

Diana stroked Harley's back gently. She knew this was another dark story, but she also knew that there were too many dark stories in Gotham. At least this little girl could come here, and most people here could protect her.

"As she said, the murderer must know that Batman took a stranger to see his masterpiece." Constantine pinched his chin with his fingers and said, "The murderer must know something about Batman, but it is obvious that he is also afraid of Batman. I am afraid that Batman will expose him." Obituary

"He is afraid of being punished, but he also wants to know how the great detective of Gotham City evaluates his masterpiece. In order to satisfy these two psychological needs at the same time, he originally had only one choice, that is, to find Gordon, but Schiller's arrival gave him a second choice."

Barry also frowned and began to analyze. Although the Flash is not a typical detective image, he has actually worked in the judicial system longer than anyone present, especially in the Physical Evidence Technology Center. He has seen all kinds of murders and has no worse grasp of the murderer's psychology than those present.

"In other words, the murderer will go to Schiller." Bruce concluded: "He is curious about Schiller's identity and wants to know from Schiller how Batman evaluates him."

"Walk into a trap." Hal snorted coldly.

Diana shook her head and said, "Not necessarily. Obviously, neither Schiller nor Batman regards the murderer as their biggest opponent. Everyone can see that their biggest enemy is each other."

"Batman invited Schiller to Bruce Wayne's party to see how Schiller obtained a reasonable identity. Schiller also needs an opportunity to transform from an alien to a social person with an identity background, and then get a ticket to participate in the party."

"You mean, Schiller will choose to cooperate with the murderer?" Clark stared at the screen and said, "Although I don't quite understand your previous reasoning, it seems that Batman and the murderer both want to use Schiller, and Schiller also wants to use them."

"That's right." Bruce confirmed Clark's inference.

Just as his voice fell, the door of the mansion was opened with a "creak", and Schiller looked at the uninvited guest who had just pressed the doorbell through the crack of the door.

The man opposite was wearing a long trench coat, a slightly old-fashioned hat, and an expensive suit. His cufflinks were three clear rubies, and his half-exposed watch was inlaid with dazzling diamonds.

"Hello, sir. I'm Lincoln March. I'm sorry for visiting you. I know I don't have an appointment. I just came from the community service center, and there's no record of your phone number in the yellow pages, so I had to knock on the door. I hope you can forgive my impoliteness."

The man named Lincoln March took off his hat. He had a well-groomed short black hair. His eyes might be dark blue, but because of the backlight, the color seemed darker, a bit like dark brown or black.

Schiller held the door frame with one hand and placed the other hand on the door, never giving way to March. At this time, March brought a box in front of him and said, "I came too hurriedly and didn't have time to customize any decent gifts, but this letter opener from Sri Lanka is inlaid with twelve gems representing the twelve zodiac signs. I hope you will like it."

After that, the box was opened, and a small dagger lay in the box. The gorgeous gems were inlaid on the handle, and the flashing light was brilliant. Schiller smiled, as if he was pleased. He loosened one hand and stepped aside to make way. Obituary

The brilliance of the gems was reflected in Schiller's pupils, and the smile there did not reach the bottom of his eyes. Even the layer floating on the surface was a little cold and disgusted.

"Schiller is not happy." Hal nodded and stated an obvious fact.

Clark spread his hands and said, "No one would be happy facing a murderer, not to mention that if Schiller wants to use him, he has to speak to him in a nice voice. If it were me, I would go crazy."

"That's not the point." Bruce shook his head and said, "The point is that the gift is not what I want, or the gift is not bad, but there are too many explanations."

"I hate people who show off their knowledge." Diana frowned slightly and said in a slightly arrogant tone, "There are too many people like this. When giving gifts, they seem to be afraid that the stupid and beautiful women they have imagined in their minds can't understand the meaning behind the high-end gifts they have prepared."

"They want to please the opposite sex with the beautiful appearance of gems, but they also think that the other party is superficial and can't understand themselves at all, so they have to explain. They can't control their lustful hearts, and they can't let go of their pitiful self-esteem, like a clown."

Bruce turned his head and looked at the profile of the gorgeous princess. The light and shadow flowed along Diana's eyebrows, across the bridge of her nose, and stayed under her lips, with a sophisticated charm that is hard to refuse. Obituary

Because society requires men to be mature and women to be young, young men and mature women have extra charm.

Bruce turned his head back and said, "Mr. March exposed his impatience as soon as he opened his mouth."

"He tried to explain to Schiller that he had gone to the community center to look at the phone directory, but he didn't find Schiller's page, so he knocked on the door directly, which was a bit unreasonable. This guilty attitude didn't seem to be asking for help, but self-consolation."

"The world's excellent detectives have their own styles, but the crappy third-rate detectives are surprisingly consistent."

When Bruce continued to speak, everyone looked at him. No matter what their relationship with Bruce was, everyone present could not deny that Batman was the smartest person in the world.

"They are very accustomed to doing unnecessary things and making a lot of unnecessary explanations, but their motivation is not to achieve results, but to comfort themselves, as if they have said this and done this, and the effect they imagined has been achieved."

"They only focus on their own actions, not on the reactions of others. If others do not give the expected reactions, they think that the other party is stupid, not that they have done something wrong." Obituary

Accompanied by Bruce's steady tone, March walked into the room and raised his head to look around. When he saw a bronze sculpture covered with mud on the shelf, his eyes turned and his mouth slightly curled, but he soon put on a smile again and said to Schiller:

"It seems that you have a lot of very special collections, and so do I. Beauty is innocent. Even if it is not appreciated by the public, artists will always encounter collections that resonate with their souls. "He is not a real celebrity." Greedy Schiller leaned his elbows on the back of the chair and stood in the last row and said, "He neither understands collection nor art." "You saw it again?" Clark looked at Bruce's expression first, then at Greed's expression, sighed and said, "One day I will be like Barry, telling everyone that you can predict the future." Diana shook her head and said, "Collectors of niche art are never proud of being niche. They accept others' admiration for their aesthetics, but the premise is that they have something to say." "Most real niche collectors collect collections that are inconsistent with the popular aesthetic trend, not to show that they are special, but March obviously thinks so. His focus is on proving that he is different from ordinary people, but this is exactly what niche collectors hate the most, too superficial." Bruce continued smoothly. "Niche art is not cheap at all, sometimes it is even more expensive. Mainstream collectors always have a prejudice when understanding niche collectors, thinking that they are just doing these weird things to prove their difference." Obituary

"In daily life, they have encountered too many people who superficially understand or even despise their inner love, and only understand them as clowns who are sensational. Therefore, complimenting them for being special and different from the masses is completely flattering the horse and counterproductive."

After Diana finished speaking, Clark sighed deeply and said, "Thank you to my parents, thank you for running a farm, thank you to Stan. Moville, my simple hometown, made me a small town youth, instead of living in this riddle every day like you and Bruce. "

"I'm really sorry to bother you so late, but I was too engrossed in talking about Gotham investment with Mr. Wayne in Wayne Building before, and delayed my schedule a little. I hope you don't mind."

As soon as March opened his mouth, Bruce's mouth twitched outside the screen, repeating what he had said:

"Seemingly revealing his investment level unintentionally, putting himself in a high position to gain the trust of others..."

"So, do you know him?" Clark turned around and asked.

"Scammers all over the world say they know me." Bruce turned his head and looked at Clark and said, "Have you never received a fraud call? Haven't you heard that the fraud company said it has hundreds of millions of business dealings with the Wayne Group?"

Clark was stunned for a moment, but then he covered his mouth with his fingers, as if to hide his smile. Diana also laughed out loud. The owner of the Wayne Group said this in person, which really made people feel funny.

"Sit down, Mr. March."

Schiller gently pointed to the single chair on the left side of the table in the reception area, and the next second, March threw his windbreaker jacket on the backrest of the single chair on the right.

The wet water vapor just from the riverside and the dust on the fluff on the surface of the jacket rose together, and the light reflected countless light spots, holding a lively dance in Schiller's eyes.

"It's over!"

Harry and Jason shouted in unison.

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