Chapter 1152 Professor (XV)

Gordon looked back at Harley, not understanding why she reacted so strongly. Logically, she shouldn't know Schiller.

Schiller smiled at Harley, but it didn't make her relax at all. She just stood behind Gordon, staring at Schiller, and looked very alert. Schiller looked at Gordon and said helplessly: "It seems that she doesn't like me very much. You can only ask her."

Gordon turned around, bent down again, looked into Harley's eyes and asked: "You said the murderer wore a mask. What kind of mask did he wear?"

Harley shook her head vigorously, pursed her lips and didn't speak. At this time, the head nurse came up and said: "No matter what, she is just a child. She shouldn't stay here to be questioned after such a big stimulation. She should take a hot bath and rest now."

Gordon sighed softly. He didn't want to put too much pressure on Harley, so he turned to the head nurse and said: "Of course, I understand, ma'am, but if we don't find out this matter earlier, the hospital will be more chaotic."

"If Miss Quinzel provides any clues later, please tell me." After that, Gordon stepped back two steps and let the other two nurses take Harley away.

Bruce walked up and asked Schiller about the hospital rules and doctor habits, but he didn't get anything because psychiatric doctors are special. They are less involved in the normal operation of the hospital and have different habits from other doctors. After asking a few questions, Bruce knew that there was no need for him to invite Schiller today.

Now, he has a clear understanding of the serial killer's tricks. If he has to evaluate this case, it is "skillful, but not much".

An experienced policeman like Gordon can find clues by following the clues. Bruce and Schiller gathering together is a complete waste of detective resources.

After Schiller returned to Arkham Psychiatric Hospital, Brand walked into his office and said to him: "Did you promise Sheriff Gordon to accept patients? I was shocked when they sent the patients here."

"Yes, these patients have not responded clearly to the antidote, and have some mental problems. This is our jurisdiction, isn't it? If you are too busy, go to Jonathan, he will help you."

Schiller stood next to the cabinet behind the glass screen, picked up the only remaining newspaper, and began to read.

"It doesn't matter. We have no room here anyway." Brand touched his cheek and continued, "They also sent a group of trainee nurses to help us with medicine preparation and infusion. They have arrived. I arranged for them to stay in the staff dormitory."

"By the way, because of the sudden increase in manpower, Mrs. Miller took over the management of nurses and became the head nurse again. Recently, you'd better not go to the inpatient department to get things."

After that, Brand said a little puzzledly: "Why didn't I see Mrs. Miller always staring at you before? Don't you two have a good relationship? ... And why don't you wear gloves when you take the newspaper? Aren't you afraid of getting your hands dirty with ink?"

Schiller turned his head and glanced at Brand, saying: "If you really have nothing to do, go to bed. There will be more patients tomorrow, and you will be busy."

Looking at Schiller's serious expression as he carefully browsed the newspaper, Brand shook his head, but still turned and left.

Arkham Sanatorium spent another peaceful night. Except for the lights of the ambulances that kept transporting patients, the building fell into darkness without any light.

At this moment, a window of the office building suddenly lit up. Looking out of the window, a small black shadow stood beside the table and looked back in fear.

Schiller, still in a suit and tie, stood outside the door of his office, stretched out one hand to press the switch on the wall, and put the other hand in his trouser pocket. He looked at Harley who opened the desk drawer and said, "Miss Quinzel, your movements are so skillful that I am surprised."

After the initial shock and panic, Harley calmed down at a very fast speed, and slowly closed the drawer, took back her hand, and said, "You misunderstood, I'm not here to steal."

"But it's more serious than that, isn't it?" Schiller still stood at the door and did not enter the room. He said:

"I guess, from beginning to end, this is your plan, from the encounter with Gordon to the display of I have a lot of talent and evil features, I entered the technical college to become a nurse, and then came here with the team of nurses assigned. You should have been eyeing me for a long time, right? "

Harry put her hands behind her back and looked up, as if she didn't want to admit it, but suddenly, she became excited again, looking at Schiller with bright eyes and said: "I was right, we are the same kind of people!"

Schiller finally stepped into the room, reached out to close the door, looked at Harry and said: "I don't know what your purpose is, but no matter what the purpose is, it is not a reason for you to break into my office in the middle of the night. Even if you don't need to sleep, I need to rest. Now, can you please leave?"

"Is that what you want to say?" Harley's eyes revealed a trace of disappointment. She puffed her cheeks and looked a little angry. Then, she spoke quickly: "I thought we would be like-minded, because we are the same kind, different from those ordinary people. You should welcome me because I..."

"Ding-ling-ling!"

The crisp ring of the phone interrupted Harley's words. Schiller and Harley turned their heads at the same time and looked at the phone that kept vibrating behind the glass screen wall. Schiller sighed, walked over, picked up the receiver, and a voice came from the other side:

"You saw my work in Wayne Hospital, right?... This is what I said, I like to kill people, hahahahahahaha!"

At the end, the other party's voice began to become higher and higher. Because the room was very empty, the voice kept echoing, and Harley also heard a few words.

She ran to Schiller's side as if her tail was stepped on suddenly, snatched the phone, and said to the other side:

"Huh? A meeting gift? Your shabby meeting gift is not even as good as a toad in a stinky ditch! Is your thigh okay? It should be amputated, right? How about the blow I gave you? You incompetent, stupid, hiding your head and showing your tail rat!"

"The case you committed... You should recognize the madam of the red light district on Mary Street as your godmother, because the case you committed is like her stinky leather shoes, dirty, boring, and smelly!"

"You should go to the basement of the ace chemical plant and find a rat to be your father, because what you are best at is running in to steal dangerous chemical fuels, and you are complacent, thinking that you are the most talented thief in the world!!!"

Harley bared her teeth and spit out various insulting words at a fast speed.

The person on the other side was obviously anxious and shouted loudly: "It turned out to be you! You damn bitch! A little brat! You actually hid in the utility room and attacked me, almost killing me. Just wait! I must let you know how powerful I am!!"

Finally, Harley hung up the phone angrily. Suddenly, she was stunned for a moment, slowly turned her head and looked at Schiller, who smiled at her.

"Listen to my explanation... You have to believe that I am not a rude person!... Yes, that's right, it's all because of him! He is so stupid!" Harley took two steps back and said with a fake smile.

"Sir, you really should be more enthusiastic, but I came here for you." Harley suddenly lowered her voice and said: "You don't know how hard it is for me to find someone like me. My parents are dead. I haven't chatted with anyone for a long time. Can you chat with me?"

Schiller lowered his eyes and glanced at her. Harley's facial features were very delicate, and it could be seen that she was a beauty. At this time, the expectation on her face was also very sincere, with clear eyes and a simple expression.

But Schiller ignored her words and strode towards the desk. Harley behind him suddenly changed her expression and stood there and shouted, "Where are you going? Come back!"

Schiller kept walking, and Harley quickly wanted to catch up with him, but Schiller opened the bottom drawer door before her, and there was a dagger inside, which was empty a few hours ago.

Schiller took out the dagger and threw it on the table with a clang. He looked at Harley and said, "Why, are you going to put your gift directly into my heart?"

Harley saw that the matter was exposed, her face sank, she twisted her mouth, and then said, "Damn heart! Only that stinky rat would want to cut a person's heart out of ignorance!"

"A killer who has lived for so many years and is still only this level should just go back to his mother's belly!" Harley rolled her eyes and said disdainfully, "Even if he works hard all his life, he is just a butcher!"

After the voice fell, Harley stared into Schiller's eyes and said, "To be honest, I'm not kidding, I really want to make friends with you."

Schiller did not answer, but silently set his eyes on the dagger on the table. Harley smiled and said, "I've only heard of your name, but I haven't seen you in person. I have to find a way to confirm whether you are not worthy of your reputation, right? "

"This is not the first time you have used this method." Schiller picked up the dagger, weighed it in his hand, and then said: "You deliberately pretended to be afraid of me in front of Bruce and Gordon, trying to arouse their suspicion of me..."

"Miss, you are really a born bad seed."

Unexpectedly, Harley hugged her arms and snorted, and then said confidently: "I know that you have been tracking serial murders and are a very famous criminal psychologist, but now it seems that you are just so-so, and you are still hanging out with that group of boring ordinary people."

"Or, in fact, you are just like me, just treating them as toys?" Harley's eyes showed a smile, and she said: "Mixed among ordinary people, go to school and work step by step, and see how their boring lives are destroyed in such mediocre content?"

"Or, in an emergency that will scare them, play the role of the murderer and the most innocent bystander at the same time, and use the identity of an ordinary person to appreciate your own achievements?"

"Ms. Quinzel, it's too late today. I think we should go back and rest first. If there is anything, we can talk tomorrow..."

"Bang!"

The office door was pushed open, and Jonathan walked in with an excited look on his face. He said: "Schiller! You won't believe it! I have a good idea. It only takes a year and a half to prepare. Maybe by the end of next year, you can report it..."

Schiller quickly moved his eyes to Harley's face. Seeing Harley's puzzled expression, Schiller strode to Jonathan's side, covered his mouth, and said: " Excuse me, Miss Quinzel, this is one of my patients. He didn't take his medicine today, so he got sick. I'll send him back to the ward right away..."

"Ding-ling-ling! Ding-ling-ling!"

Schiller turned his head to look at the phone that was ringing again. He let go of Jonathan, rushed over as fast as he could, picked up the phone and yelled at the other end: "Don't call again!!!"

After that, he hung up the phone, then walked towards Harley, picked up her by the back of her neck, threw her out of the office, and then, holding the door frame, shouted at her: "Go back to sleep!!!"

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