Chapter 1272: A Pair of Solitary Shadows (XII)

"It seems that Batman has also set his sights on you. In this case, we can cooperate. I know what you want, and I am also capable of providing you with what you want." 宆

Madge sat down on the single sofa on the first floor with great effort. The rough movement made the chair squeak. Schiller, who was standing by the fireplace, frowned, but Madge seemed to be unaware.

The single sofa on the first floor has a low backrest and a long seat. Madge sat on it in a very relaxed reclining posture, which made people feel unconsciously relaxed. Once people feel relaxed, they want to stretch their bodies, just like sitting on the bed in the bedroom.

So, March put his feet on the coffee table, crossed his fingers on his lower abdomen, looked at Schiller and said: "Batman will watch your every move in the dark. Even Gotham locals can't escape his pursuit. It's not a wise choice to be his enemy, but since you have done this, it's better to plan for your own retreat."

"He is emphasizing his control over the situation." When the picture was fixed on March's face, Bruce said very calmly: "But he used the stupidest method."

"Sometimes, actively breaking the old etiquette rules and appearing rude and impolite is a way to emphasize the sense of control, that is, the current situation is under my control, no matter how unreasonable I am to you, you can't resist."

The sickly and heavy voice seemed to flow out of a record player, as if there was a screen between him and others. The faint smile sounded like comforting, but it made people nervous.

"This is the first step to control other people's minds. When the situation is favorable to you, try to invade the other party's territory and force them to accept and get used to it, and then continue to push forward until the other party's thoughts are under your control." 宆

Everyone sitting on the other side turned to look at him, but Morbid just looked at the screen. The light from the screen flowed in his desolate gray eyes, like the waves picking the most crystal clear sand.

"The fools in this world can be roughly divided into several categories. The stupidest one is 'out of place'. This kind of people can't figure out the situation, they don't understand their own position, nor do they understand others. They use their own behavioral logic to speculate on other people's reactions, and then use the imagined results to infer their own actions."

"For example, this Mr. March imagined that Schiller would have to talk to him because he was afraid of Batman like him. He took this as a foregone conclusion and inferred that he could invade Schiller's territory and felt that Schiller would have no way to deal with him."

"And then, if others don't give them the reaction they want, they will become extremely manic and lose their reason as if some kind of switch was pressed. They can no longer talk about the matter, but just vent their emotions or morally blackmail others."

Diana, Barry and Hal all frowned. Obviously, the morbid description made them think of certain people. The disgust that surged from their hearts made them have to admit that the morbid was right. This kind of person is really annoying.

"Will Schiller continue to tolerate him?" Constantine pursed his lips tightly and said, "Even people with good tempers can't stand this level of unreasonableness, right?"

"I understand now. This is actually Batman's trap." Barry crossed his arms and said, "He is best at giving criminals this kind of difficult problem that is hard to please. If Schiller can't tolerate March and him fighting, then Batman can wait and see. If Schiller realizes this, then he can only endure March's rudeness."宆

"Anyway, no matter what kind of way it is, Professor Schiller will be very uncomfortable." Barry shrugged and said.

"Violence is not the only way to make a person look bad. What's more, Schiller can also use violence, but in a more decent way."

After the morbid voice fell, Schiller on the screen had walked away from the fireplace. He walked up the stairs to the second floor again, and March kept turning his head and following him with his eyes.

"You're right, Mr. March. I did have a little conflict with Batman, but do you know what we were arguing about?"

March was about to ask, but Schiller said directly: "The body we saw before the argument, and the murderer who committed this murder."

Schiller walked to the edge of the patio on the second floor, turned his back, raised his head and stretched out a hand, stroking the book with his fingertips, and said:

"I say he is completely wasting his time. Instead of tracking down this murderer, it is better to focus on the possible killer organization. No matter how you look at it, the killer organization that has killed several people and may continue to kill people is more dangerous, right?" 宆

"You...you think that the case was not committed by the killer organization?" March's body stiffened.

"Isn't it obvious?" Schiller was still standing by the bookshelf looking for books, and then he said as if he had suddenly realized something: "Oh, how could I forget, Mr. March, you haven't seen the body."

"If you have seen the body, you won't have this doubt. Yes, the recent murder case, that is, the murder of poor Mr. Erem, was not committed by the murderer of the previous murders, but by another murderer."

"Oh, really?" March's fingertips trembled, and he asked casually, "To be honest, I am also interested in reasoning. Can you tell me how you found it?"

"Of course, I just need someone to agree with my point of view." Schiller took out a 19th-century poetry collection from the bookshelf, put his arm on the railing, and said while flipping through the book:

"The most obvious thing is that Mr. Erem died in pain, not like the previous cases where he was killed in one blow. Sheriff Gordon and Batman both deduced that the murderer had a grudge against Erem, so he tortured him like this."

"If you have seen the body, you will know that Mr. Erem died too tragically and was in great pain before his death."

March's breathing rate became faster, his chest kept rising and falling, but he still drew a cross on his chest and said, "Really? God bless him, Although I have no intention of questioning the conclusion of the world's greatest detective Batman, has he ever said anything else about the murderer? "

"Of course, he wanted to say it, but I interrupted him."

Even standing on the second floor, Schiller could clearly hear the sound of March taking a deep breath on the first floor. Schiller smiled and continued, "I told Batman that you should hurry up and investigate the killer organization instead of wasting time here."

March's hand holding the armrest of the chair tightened for a moment, as if it took a lot of effort to loosen it. He gently covered his mouth with his hand and asked, "Why do you say that? Shouldn't Batman arrest the brutal murderer as soon as possible?"

"You are wrong." Schiller paced on the second floor with a book in his hand. The dull sound of his leather shoes stepping on the floor pulled March's heartbeat.

"When I was working in the FBI, I had seen many cases. To be honest, if we look at it from a more objective and rational perspective, individual crimes and murders in passion are actually the least harmful forms of murder. On the contrary, large-scale organized crimes, or terrorist attacks, are the most worthy of attention and investment."

Speaking of this, Schiller suddenly stopped, turned his head and stared at March and said, "Ordinary people with a little common sense should also know that compared with the momentary revenge, the killer organization is more dangerous and should be dealt with as soon as possible. Only in this way can the safety of taxpayers' lives and property be guaranteed to the greatest extent." 宆

March took his feet off the coffee table. Obviously, he was not so relaxed, but he still leaned back on the back of the sofa and said carefully, "Yes, but the murderer's brutal way of committing crimes, wouldn't it have a very bad impact?"

"You worry too much about this." Schiller raised his head slightly, smiled at March and said, "The so-called brutality, oh, sorry, this is not the word used by Batman and me, or even Sheriff Gordon, but the one who led us to the place where the bodies were stored. The young police officer who was in charge of the cold storage of the body said that he had just been transferred from Central City. As you know, the security conditions there are first-class, and he was completely surprised. "

"This murderer is not cruel at all." Schiller shook his head and said, "In the FBI's files over the years, there are countless serial killers who are more terrible than him."

"Since he was torturing the deceased, let's talk about the act of "torture". He pierced the deceased's lungs with a sharp weapon, but did not let him die immediately. Instead, he choked to death with his own blood. Well, the deceased died. It is painful at times, but it has nothing to do with cruelty. "

Madge's face became a little stiff. He opened his mouth and seemed to be about to say something, but the next second, his reason stopped him. Madge's two thumbs began to rotate continuously. He asked in a low voice: "Isn't this cruel enough?"

"Of course, the distance from cruelty is as far as Central City is from Gotham." After Schiller finished speaking, Madge was about to speak, but Schiller did not give him a chance to interrupt. Instead, he changed his previous gentle tone and spoke faster and faster.

"The main harm of serial killers who commit crimes as individuals is not the number of murders, but the fact that too brutal cases will cause panic among the people and may also lead to copycat crimes. Such examples are not uncommon. Many states have many copycats of skinning butchers, cannibals and rippers." 宆

"But forgive me for being blunt, the murderer who killed Erem can't be called a murderer at all, just a crappy coward. I advised Batman not to give him any look, but Batman insisted that I was cold and heartless, so we had a dispute."

"But the fact is that the murderer killed Erem just for the simplest and most superficial Hatred, maybe even personal hatred, maybe just because Erem scratched his car or stepped on his lawn, so he hated him, rather than hatred of one class against another, one group against another. "

"There is no thought in his case. Even if the wound is clearly placed in front of me, I can't read any thoughts from it. I can't see any depth of soul through his clumsy and shoddy works. It's so superficial, boring and uninteresting. "

"I told Batman that such murderers should not get any attention because they are completely blaspheming life and wasting people's precious life that only once. "

"Erim is dead, but his death and his body did not tell the world anything, did not convey any information, did not create beauty and art."

"The murderer is not a serial killer at all, so just hand him over to the police station. It doesn't matter if they investigate for a year or two. He can't do any decent cases anyway. He is so mediocre that it's scary."

"And the great Batman should do something more meaningful."

March had stood up from his chair. He stared at Schiller with his bloodshot eyes. Schiller also looked at him with teasing and ridicule in his eyes. Although he didn't mention any names, March knew that Schiller was insulting him in person.

Just when March thought it was over, Schiller sneered and said, "If that's all, he's just mediocre, but I said before that he's a coward."

"What did he do? Oh, yes, he stabbed the victim twice. In fact, the first knife was fatal, but it just took some time, but he didn't leave immediately, but added another knife to end the victim's life. Did he want to end the victim's pain quickly?"

"No, of course not, he was afraid, so he had to imitate the way the previous killer organization committed crimes and pretended to be killed with one knife."

Schiller laughed frivolously and said in an absurd tone: "Mr. March, can you imagine? A murderer is afraid that his work will be discovered! How absurd is this?!"

"But it's not completely unreasonable..." The smile in Schiller's tone gradually disappeared, and his leather shoes made a faint creaking sound when stepping on the stairs. Schiller walked to the first floor slowly. When he came to March, March unconsciously took a step back.

"There is no shortage of cowards in this world, just like some people, who are filled with unspeakable strong anger, but can only pretend to know nothing." 宆

"Perhaps, he must know nothing, because he doesn't know that Batman has installed several eavesdropping devices here."

Standing in front of March, Schiller took a last look at him, then walked to the large sofa in the middle and sat down, leaning back in a very relaxed manner, and said: "You must be very curious, what exactly is the mistake I am referring to when I was young? What made me lose my social identity and have to work for the FBI?"

March turned his head and stared at him, as if waiting for an answer, but Schiller just glanced at March's face and said: "Sorry, guests without appointments do not exist here, and all my questions and answers have nothing to do with him."

"Batman is indeed the greatest detective in the world, and his greatness lies in his politeness."

March immediately raised his head suspiciously, as if in every shadow corner of this room, there was a pair of fearless eyes staring at him. He retreated to the door in a panic, and the muscles on his face trembled unconsciously.

"Yes, I have killed people. I am a serial killer. My identity and files have been sealed by the FBI. Batman, did you hear that?"

Schiller stood up again and looked up at the air. March stood by the door and said in a trembling tone: "You are crazy. He will not let any criminal go. He is watching here!" 宆

"Yes, Batman, you have to believe in my experience. Now is the best time for you to take action, because I have deduced who this crappy coward is. He is..."

March took two steps back again and stumbled on the carpet. Schiller's mouth shape enlarged in his field of vision. Although the sound had not yet come out, he seemed to have imagined the scene when the name fell.

The darkness brought by the bat cape enveloped him, and the terrifying eyes like torches stared at him. March took a deep breath and whispered: "No, no, I have a greater cause, I can't be caught..."

So, he made a decision that he thought was wise, that is, to turn around and run away.

Machi rushed to the door, grabbed the door handle, and pulled it open.

The next second, with a "sizzle", the strong current on the door handle ran through his body, and the reckless guest fell down with convulsions.

The last scene in Machi's blurred vision was a pair of spotless black leather shoes stepping on the dark brown floor in front of him. 宆

Looking up again, the man in a suit and leather shoes was tall and slender. When he looked down at him, he was calm, self-controlled, decent and elegant, maintaining a meticulous beauty.

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