Chapter 1015: The Clown's Bad Luck (Part 1)

"Batman, perhaps, you don't know that I have been secretly observing you, much earlier than you think, dating back to the first time you came to Gotham University to register."

Jonathan sat on the chair, and Batman stood at the door and looked at him quietly, neither taking a step forward nor responding to any of his remarks.

But Jonathan still said to himself: "On the first day you came here, Schiller and I knew what kind of person you were, so we both faced a choice - leave or stay?"

"The good professor Schiller you know is what kind of person I am. We are very similar, but different."

"When you appeared on the campus of Gotham University, we both understood a fact at the same time. Students with such personalities will definitely become our enemies."

Jonathan sighed and said: "Perhaps, you know that I am constantly conducting cruel human experiments, but unfortunately, Schiller is not much better than me. I know, He took my fear gas, so what else can he use it for? "

"I guess you should have experienced the power of fear gas, which is my masterpiece... Never mind, let's get back to the point. "

"We both know that we should not be doctors, but lunatics wearing straitjackets and staying in a mental hospital, and you, Batman. You are the same, you are obviously a patient, but you have to imagine yourself as a doctor. "

"Such a person is very troublesome, especially, you are Bruce Wayne. "Jonathan seemed to be fearless. He directly pointed out Batman's identity, but Batman was not moved at all. He remained silent and did not respond at all.

"I admit that I am completely inferior to Schiller in this respect, because when I learned this fact, I had the idea of ​​retreating." Jonathan sighed softly again, drank a sip of water and continued:

"I am not completely sure that I can cure you, and I know that I can't destroy you. In this case, staying in school and confronting you head-on is not a good choice... And Schiller is much crazier than me."

"Your mentor..." Jonathan shook his head, as if he recalled something, and said: "Only a real madman would choose to stay under such circumstances, and only people who are crazy to a certain extent would want to cure Batman."

"And what's even crazier is that he really made progress." Jonathan turned his head and looked at Batman, as if he was looking at a rare treasure. The possessiveness and madness in his eyes could not invade Batman at all.

"So, I chose to temporarily avoid the limelight and left Gotham University, while Schiller chose to stay, to deal with you and try to heal you." Jonathan drank another sip of water, tilted his head, looked at Batman and said, "Aren't you tired of standing there? Come and sit down."

And in his surprised eyes, Batman really walked into the house and sat opposite the dining table. He even poured himself a glass of water.

Before, Jonathan let the water in the cup spill out, leaving a puddle of water on the table. He dipped his fingertips in the water, sketched on the table, and then said: "Do you know, Batman? The result of my experiment with hundreds of lives, which is the fear gas that I am most proud of, was taken away by Schiller. There is at least a warehouse of fear gas. What do you think he will do with this fear gas?"

Batman lowered his eyes, looked at the calm water surface in the cup beside him, and then looked at Jonathan and said: "How did Schiller get this fear gas?"

Jonathan's fingertips stiffened for a moment, he took a deep breath, and then gritted his teeth and said: "... He is a despicable thief who stole my research results..."

"How did Schiller steal the fear gas?" Batman asked again.

"He entered the warehouse where I stored my goods and swept away all the fear gas!" Jonathan's tone became a little trembling, but Batman nodded calmly and said, "So, where is your warehouse?"

"Mossen Street, of course it's in Mossen Street..." Jonathan just finished speaking, and suddenly reacted. He thought Batman was trying to trick him, but Batman shook his head and said, "There is no professional warehouse in Mossen Street at all. You didn't just pile up your research results in a basement and call it a warehouse?"

Batman raised his eyelids, looked at Jonathan with a calm look and said, "Schiller is at least better than you in one aspect. He cherishes his research results very much and will not throw them away in a basement in the slums..."

"Or, in your circle, I mean, in the circle of psychologists and mental patients, doctors and murder enthusiasts, this kind of careless behavior really won't lower your reputation?" Batman asked, staring into Jonathan's eyes.

Jonathan's breathing rate became much faster, but then he tried to calm down, his face darkened, and then he said: "It seems that Schiller taught you a lot, but have you ever thought that his treatment of you was based on his use of fear gas..."

"All your mood changes in front of him are actually because you are under the hallucinogenic effect of drugs. In his eyes, all your true feelings are just sample data under the effect of drug experiments."

Unexpectedly, Batman nodded and asked: "You also have fear gas, so why don't you want such sample data? Don't you like it?"

Jonathan's fingers tightened instantly and clenched into fists. He looked at Batman with a gloomy face and said: "Do you know that you have become exactly like him, just like the lunatics and criminals you hate the most, who know how to use words to pierce other people's hearts, and then laugh at their jokes with an indifferent attitude."

"Do you want to tell a joke?" Batman asked again.

Jonathan tilted his head, slowly loosened his fist, clasped his palm on the table, and said: "It seems that he not only cured your illness, but also taught you a lot of knowledge. I have to say that for a psychologist, this is already a lifelong achievement worthy of praise."

"But it's useless, Batman, you can't save Gotham. Don't you know where the darkness here comes from? Don't you know that the criminals you hate the most are actually just innocent people transformed by the power of darkness..."

Batman narrowed his eyes slightly. From Jonathan's tone, he seemed to know some information that others didn't know. Sure enough, Jonathan continued He said, "I am different from Schiller. Although I am a psychologist, I am not just a psychologist. I am also a chemist, and I am also the world's top one..."

"Your criminal record has already proved this, and I think, in addition, your skills may be better than his." Batman still said very calmly: "Otherwise, how did you escape from Arkham Asylum where Schiller was the attending physician?"

With a "bang", the cup was overturned, and Jonathan's whole arm began to tremble, and his chest rose and fell violently, because Batman hit the vital point again.

At the beginning, Jonathan and Hugo were chased and fled in Arkham Asylum together, which was another past that he could not bear to look back on.

"So, what wonderful conclusions do the world's top chemists have?" Batman asked.

Jonas narrowed his eyes and looked at Batman. The outline of his face was very young, and his blue eyes were shining. When the light from the window shone on them, it was like the ripples on the sea.

This appearance is completely different from that of the professor, but the skills and temperament used by Batman during the negotiation made Jonathan see another figure in a trance when the dust in the room was illuminated by the light.

With this impression, Jonathan became less confident about the conclusion he was going to say next.

At first, he thought he was going to face a young man who had just graduated from college and had many psychological flaws and mental illnesses, but in fact, although he had not seen Schiller for a long time, he met him again after a long separation.

"After your four years of long investigation, you should have come to a small conclusion, that is, there is a problem with the rain in Gotham, but do you know what the problem is?"

"What is the problem?" To Jonas's surprise, Batman did not speak out his conclusion at length to seize the initiative, but humbly asked for advice like a student, which resulted in the scene of Jonathan's fault-finding and step-by-step pressing in the preview not appearing.

Jonathan always had an illusion that Batman seemed to be very good at dealing with such situations.

Jonathan knew that there was an optimal state in the negotiation field. He was not extremely nervous, extremely cautious, and 100% active, nor was he laughing, scolding, despising his opponent, and relaxing too much.

A true negotiator would combine the two, not giving in at the most critical part, and when it was necessary to ease the atmosphere, he would take the initiative to bring up a light topic, express a relaxed and unguarded attitude, just like a kite flyer, constantly letting out the line and pulling the line, making the other party fall into mental fatigue.

However, negotiation is not doing questions, and what you are facing is not a rigid theoretical problem, but a living person.

Human psychology is the most wonderful thing in the world. Even if you do a lot of psychological tests and background checks, you can't predict what the other party will say.

Although some people are particularly talented in this regard, if you want to really be able to control yourself, you can only use the tactics of a sea of ​​questions.

Seeing more, hearing more, and suffering more, you will naturally understand what strategy to adopt when facing a certain type of opponent in order to defeat the opponent.

To hone this skill, you must engage in high-intensity confrontation in a short period of time, while extending the battle line to exchange time for experience.

But Batman is not as experienced as someone of this age. Jonathan can't figure out what kind of experience can allow Batman to practice such confrontation skills in four years.

It's like a child who ranked last in the class in the first grade and was admitted to college in the sixth grade.

Jonathan stared at Batman closely, observing every subtle change in his expression, and then he saw a kind of boredom on Batman's face, which instantly made Jonathan feel like his heart was stabbed.

His face suddenly turned red, and his breathing rate reached the extreme. He panted with some effort, swallowed saliva at a frequency of three or four times every ten seconds, and the muscles on his shoulders and fingertips trembled together.

"Professor Klein, you should calm down." Batman looked at Jonathan and said expressionlessly: "The whole world does not want you to die of a heart attack on the eve of publishing a great academic conclusion."

"Shut up... Schiller!"

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