Chapter 1263: A Pair of Solitary Shadows (Part 3)

"I came to see you because there was a strange case recently..."

Batman's voice sounded by the window. He and Schiller stood in front of the window of the mental hospital room, one on the left and one on the right, but they were not completely face to face, but both turned sideways to the window.

When the moonlight shone in from the window, it stretched the shadows of the two people very long, spread parallel to the ground, and spread to the walls and ceiling.

"Just yesterday, I got a message that there was a serial murder case in Gotham. The victims died in very strange ways. More importantly, the murderer left a death warning at the scene of the crime - 'Bruce Wayne will die tomorrow'."

Batman stared at Schiller. He found that Schiller's expression did not change when he heard the name, so he continued, "The Wayne Group is very important to Gotham. Once the leader and owner of the group dies unexpectedly, it will cause great chaos in the city."

"What do you think about this case?"

"You should have dealt with the murderer, otherwise you wouldn't be so calm and talk to me here. You ruled out my suspicion the first time you saw me and thought I was a partner. Why?" Schiller turned to look at Batman.

"I take back what I said before." Batman surprised everyone as soon as he spoke, but he still said calmly: "The serial murder case I mentioned is just a pseudonym, referring to multiple cases with similar methods in a short period of time. In your opinion, it should not be considered a serial murder case."

Batman could clearly see that the man opposite raised his eyes in surprise, and his fingers on his arms rubbed the fabric of his suit. There was no doubt that he felt happy.

"I know very well that even if the time of the crime is similar and the method is similar, it may not be called a serial murder case. They did all this not for death itself, but to scare the living..." Batman said slowly.

"If they are kidnappers, they should do what kidnappers do, take guns, rush into Wayne Building, point at Bruce Wayne's head and tell him that he will die tomorrow, instead of stepping into a field they are not familiar with at all, using many meaningless murders to humiliate other people's brains." Schiller continued his words and commented.

"In fact, they did." Batman tapped the windowsill with his fingertips and said, "Yesterday they rushed into Wayne Building, injured Bruce Wayne, and almost smashed him into a pulp."

As expected, Batman heard the sound of the person on the other side blowing his nose gently, so he added fuel to the fire:

"When I saw you yesterday, I knew that you and they were not the same kind of people, or you were completely opposite and born enemies, but they had no manners and rudely broke into your territory."

"Everyone who saw the body focused on the words they threatened Bruce Wayne. Except for me, no one paid attention to the death of the body."

"And I went up to check it out, just because the wounds were so ugly, I wanted to know how they ended the victim's life in such a short time."

"It's over." Harley in front of the screen covered her eyes and said, "No One word is redundant. How big is the hatred? "

"Batman must be so happy." Jason stood up and leaned on the back of the chair in the front row and said, "I just met a group of rude killers. I was thinking about how to distract their attention. On the way home, I picked up a legitimate serial killer who was also an obsessive-compulsive perfectionist. He just needed a clean piece of clothing. If it were me, I would wake up laughing in my dreams. "

"Schiller won't listen to him so easily, right?" Hal, holding a bucket of popcorn, came over and said, "That's Schiller."

"You don't have to be so anxious to draw a line with them, or emphasize their differences from me to anger me."

When Schiller's voice sounded, Hal pointed to the screen and said, "Look, look, I said! Schiller saw Batman's purpose of using him, so how could he be so easily fooled?"

"But I like your taste in clothes. Where is the crime scene?" Schiller changed the subject.

Hal slapped his forehead.

"Oh, arrogance is so easy to be bought by small favors." Greed's voice appeared behind the chair, he said: "Bruce Wayne is so rich, what's a custom suit? This must be designed to provide Wayne Group with a full range of private security service systems, and make a lot of money for him?"

"But Wayne Group doesn't need any security service system, right?" Hal turned his head with some doubts and said: "Even if it is needed, Batman will design it himself."

"It's not up to him to decide whether it is needed or not." Greed rolled his eyes and said: "If he doesn't need it, won't I make him need it?"

On the other side, Bruce, who was sitting with Morbid, slowly turned his head to the direction of Greed, and silently remembered what Greed just said in his heart.

Mainly, the sentence "Arrogance is so easy to be bought by small favors" will surely become the best anti-fraud guide at some point in the future. He is anti-fraud, the guide of arrogance.

In the Batmobile, Batman took back his hand holding the steering wheel and turned on the car's automatic driving system. He said as if chatting with an old friend: "You smell like Gotham, but there shouldn't be anyone like you here." 螰

"Do you want me to praise your nose as being sharper than a dog's?"

Batman rubbed the gauntlet on his other hand. He keenly noticed that the mood of the person sitting in the back seat of the car seemed to have suddenly deteriorated again, which seemed illogical, so he said again: "Anyway, welcome to Gotham."

"Your way of welcoming me is to stand in the distance and watch me fall from a height of more than two meters?"

Batman understood instantly, so he said: "At that time, I thought you were a corpse."

"In this city, from Most of the humanoid objects that fell from the sky were corpses. I was very surprised that what I waited for after watching was not an explosion. "

"He is so good at talking." Jason exclaimed, and Harley nodded in agreement, but Clark, who was sitting at the edge, was confused. He spread his hands and said, "What are they talking about? Some riddle? Am I the only one who doesn't understand?"

Harley rolled her eyes, sighed and said, "Okay, there is another big fool here! Jason, use your genius little brain to analyze what they are talking about, and then tell us, don't you love to show off the most?"

Jason pursed his lips and rolled his eyes, and said unhappily, "Why don't you tell it?"

"I will tell it!" Harley also stood up, propped up her face with her elbows on the back of the front seat, Then he said: "It is obvious that the suit Batman brought was beyond Schiller's expectations and surprised him."

"At this time, Batman said that Schiller was surprised that there was no bomb on him, which was nothing more than saying, 'The suit was just a courtesy, you don't owe me anything'."

"If it was not for asking for help or trying to please others, then Batman's subsequent demarcation of the boundaries between those rude killers and pointing out Schiller's different behavior from them could also be understood as sincere."

"Obviously, Batman wanted to further deepen their relationship, from material to spiritual, from superficial aesthetic harmony to resonance in worldview."

There was another confused person, and Barry, who was sitting on the other side, was almost dizzy. He pointed at the screen and said: "Didn't Batman say that in such a dangerous city, if I hadn't saved you, you would have become a corpse? Isn't this a naked threat? And bombs and stuff, it sounds terrible, this must be a threat, right? Right?!"

Clark nodded vigorously and said, "Shouldn't he explain at this time, saying that he was too far away, didn't have time to rush over, or didn't notice something falling from the sky? This is the truth, why didn't he explain it directly?"

"Batman is like this!" Barry stood up again, pointing at the screen and said, "He never says anything nice, never explains to others..."

"Is there a possibility that he explained it, but you just didn't understand it?" Constantine stood on the side of the two children this time.

"You call this an explanation? Isn't this a threat and a mockery?!"

Harry and Jason shook their heads in unison and sighed. Harley crossed her arms and shook her head and said, "I've heard a very interesting theory. There are two kinds of people in this world, one is like a cat and the other is like a dog. Obviously, we are cats, and you are..."

"Come on!" Barry raised his hand to the sky and said, "I always think cats are a very difficult animal to understand. They suddenly lose their temper, suddenly meow, hide from you like an enemy, and then... "How can a dog compare to you in terms of enthusiasm and cuteness?"

"Although Boo is cute, it is indeed difficult to understand." Clark also shook his head and said, "On the contrary, I think Krypton understands me very well, and I understand him very well."

"See, that's the difference." Harley looked around and said, "On the contrary, I think dogs are too enthusiastic. They wag their tails and bark at everyone they see, and they will make people drool. Sometimes they can be said to be rude and impolite."

The two parties in the argument made a "tsk" at the same time, and neither of them was convinced.

Barry's eyes turned, and he recalled as he said, "If that's the way it is, the people around Batman don't seem to be very similar to him."

"Clark and I don't need to be mentioned. Diana is a little better, but it's limited. However, the children of the Bat Family, oh, that is, you in the future, should be more like cats like Batman, so why can't they get along well?"

"Then why don't you ask why Schiller and Bruce don't get along well?" Jason pointed out sharply: "Father and son, teacher and student, this kind of identity gap with age gap itself, is difficult to communicate."

"Is it our fault that Batman is lonely?" Barry said a little aggrieved.

Even if he said so, he still had some self-doubt when looking at the screen, because the atmosphere in the Batmobile was becoming more and more harmonious.

"I don't really like those New World red wines, especially barrel wines. I'm used to having a glass of fortified wine while chatting..." Schiller said. 螰

"Sherry or Port?"

"Sherry."

"Coincidentally, I'm also a sherry."

"Unfortunately, I opened a bottle of Chenin Blanc before coming here, but I didn't finish it. Fortunately, the temperature is not high, so it should be able to be preserved for a while. I hope it can wait for me for a few more days." Schiller shook his head, his expression full of regret.

"I prefer lighter flavors." Batman put his hands on the steering wheel again: "There is a nice bottle of Muscadet in my wine cellar."

"Is it as good as this suit?"

"Of course."

"Who can translate for me, what are they talking about?" Barry has given up thinking: "Weren't they still talking about the murder case before? Isn't it too early to start talking about the types of celebratory wines now?"

"They are just getting a basic understanding." Constantine shrugged and said: "Even I can understand this."

"Shut up, you British guy."

"Okay, the general meaning is that Schiller revealed some information about his origins to Batman. He doesn't like New World red wines, implying that he is from the Old World, and the so-called Old World is Europe." Constantine continued.

"It's even more obvious after that. The unfinished red wine can still be preserved, which means that the temperature in the place where he often stays is not high now, which means that he may just travel to Mexico."

"These two points combined show that he is a person living in the European and American cultural environment, not Latin America. This helps Batman understand the cultural taboos of the next conversation and find some common topics that will not make mistakes, such as God or the Bible."

"Then what does Batman mean by mentioning what kind of red wine he likes?" Barry asked, 螰

Clark also said with some doubts: "When he said what kind of red wine he has in his wine cellar, I thought he would invite Schiller to have a drink. If he said this to me but didn't invite me, I would really feel a little disappointed."

"No, what he actually meant was 'If you give me a return gift, you can choose a light red wine. Giving me this will never be rude'. Schiller asked if it was as good as his clothes, just to tell Batman that he understood what he meant."

"God! Forgive me! I seem to have returned to the time when I was doing essay questions in school!" Barry directly fell back on the chair, and Clark also shook his head, his face full of helplessness.

"Are you surprised?" Morbid's voice was full of smiles. He stared at Bruce's profile and said, "You thought you would send a crazy opponent to your other self, but you didn't expect to send a compatible confidant... We had a good chat."

Bruce's mouth corners turned down. Morbid turned his head back and leaned towards Bruce, staring at him from bottom to top, and whispered in his ear:

"Your face is really ugly."

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