Chapter 1274: A Pair of Solitary Shadows (XIV)

"Yes, I just had a very pleasant chat with Mrs. Pompos. She also likes 19th century poets. You know, there are not many people who like Polish romantic poetry." "Really? It happens that I also know something about the Polish youth movement. Speaking of romantic poetry, you must have talked about Mickiewicz, right? Many people like his "Ode to Youth", but I like his "Ancestors' Day" more, especially the second part." Bruce blinked his eyes lightly while holding a wine glass. Schiller smiled and said, "Yes, in the second part of "Ancestors' Day", the view on revenge is very interesting. It breaks through the empty and scarce fantasy of most romantic poems and puts hatred and revenge into the peasants' resistance to the landlords..." When he heard Schiller mention the words "peasants' resistance to the landlords", Bruce's eyes changed slightly. But soon he laughed again and said, "My favorite part is the discussion of the moral standards commonly accepted by the people... What do you think morality is?"

Schiller did not answer. Sure enough, when Bruce finished speaking, he blocked his mouth with his wine glass and said with a smile, "Oh, sorry, look, I misunderstood this. It's just that I heard from Mr. March that you are a professor working at the FBI Agent Training Academy, so I couldn't help asking you questions like a student."

"It doesn't matter, as long as you don't mind these slightly boring sermons appearing at your private banquet. I have always insisted on one view on this point..."

When Schiller just said this, he felt a shadow behind him. He turned his head and saw Lincoln March's face.

This burly gentleman was wearing a very finely tailored light suit. The collar was cut in a retro style of the 18th century, which made him look very energetic. His face was also very ruddy. Like all businessmen, he looked full of energy and could devote himself to work at any time.

"Mr. March, are you here?" Schiller took a step back. The distance between him and Bruce, which had been shortened when he just extended his hand to toast, was further away again. In order not to appear to completely ignore the gentleman who suddenly joined the conversation, Schiller turned slightly to the side and no longer faced Bruce completely.

But in Schiller's peripheral vision, he could see that Bruce frowned slightly, obviously not satisfied with the current atmosphere of the conversation.

"Although private conversations are more likely to make people express their true feelings, public conversations can also help people understand a certain side of a person."

"Obviously, Batman was planning to do this. He wanted to have some cultural, artistic and even philosophical discussions with Schiller at the banquet to get a more comprehensive understanding of the professor, but he was interrupted by March."

Greed stood in the last row, holding the back of the chair in front of him and said, "March thought he was helping his temporary ally Schiller, but this made Batman target him."

"There is no doubt that Batman and March both want to use Schiller, and Schiller also wants to use them." Bruce's voice came from the front seat.

Everyone was staring at the screen, the subtle atmosphere between the three people, just as Pathological said, in such a social occasion, everyone is using the atmosphere, changing the atmosphere, using some subtle changes in the atmosphere to convey their own secret codes, and everyone is also reading the atmosphere and what others want to express.

Although Schiller took a step back on the screen, he immediately said: "Yesterday during the psychological consultation... Oh, Mr. March, you said you don't mind knowing the content of our conversation, right?"

March narrowed his eyes slightly, but still kept smiling and nodded reservedly, so Schiller said: "Yesterday I talked to Mr. March about Mr. Erem's tragedy. It was simply horrifying. There is no doubt that such a terrible case has brought great psychological pressure to everyone. I think it won't be long before my phone book will have a lot of records."

Bruce frowned and his face became serious. He said: "Since I proposed a new round of investment plan for Gotham City, the city has never been quiet. A mysterious killer organization has begun to kill people frequently. I guess their purpose is to prevent me from making Gotham a better place."

"Hey, Bruce, do you remember our last conversation? "March immediately followed up: "When I just said that there might be a mysterious and ancient organization behind Gotham, the terrible killer rushed in directly. He came for me, and he didn't want me to tell you this." Schiller immediately glanced at the two of them with a puzzled expression, so Bruce spread out one hand and explained: "I met Mr. March at the venue of the new round of Gotham investment plan." "He is a very enthusiastic and energetic gentleman, with a big family and a sharp vision. He believes that the plan I proposed can better change the city, so he confided his investment intention to me." "Of course, I certainly think so." March continued Bruce's words and said: "Although everyone says that Gotham is not safe, the economy here is not bad, or I am modest. In the entire East Coast, Gotham's economic development is also one of the best, which depends on the good management of the Wayne Group. "

"As a businessman, I certainly know how to seize the opportunity. I think the new round of investment plan is a great opportunity, so I made an appointment with Mr. Wayne to visit, and came to Wayne Building on the day of the appointment to talk to him about the specific investment projects."

"Of course, such a large-scale investment must be cautious. I have no intention of questioning Mr. Wayne's ability, but there is something that makes me very worried. In fact, there is a legend among the ancient families in Gotham that a mysterious and ancient force controls Gotham and monitors everything here."

"When I just said this, a terrible killer in strange clothes with a pair of torch-like eyes broke in through the window. He knocked me down directly and almost killed me. My injury has not healed yet."

Maqi lowered his head and shook his head, as if he was feeling a lingering fear. Bruce continued his words "I fell down the building during the fight with them. Fortunately, there are certain safety measures outside the Wayne Building, so I didn't die. It was a terrible experience."

"To be honest, when Mr. Wayne was recovering from his injuries, I carefully considered whether to stay here." March showed a somewhat embarrassed look. Schiller heard him raise his voice and said:

"I don't deny that greed is the nature of businessmen. Everyone wants to make more money. This may seem a bit vulgar and rude, but it is the truth. But the more real truth is that everyone is afraid of death. I can't risk being attacked by assassins every day and participate in investment. I think everyone thinks so."

Obviously, March's voice spread far away. Schiller could clearly hear the rustling of discussions around him, and everyone turned their eyes to Bruce Wayne.

"He is forcing Batman to make a statement." Clark touched his chin and said, "I often see this scene. Whenever the Ministry of Agriculture takes any action, the farmers will gather together. At the gathering, everyone will look at my father with this look, hoping that he can give an explanation and a response."

"How do you think Batman should respond?" Barry frowned, obviously feeling that it was not easy to deal with. He shook his head and said, "If you just simply emphasize, 'I will guarantee your safety', it is obviously not strong enough, because March has been injured by the killer, and Bruce Wayne himself almost fell from the upstairs. No matter how you guarantee, it seems like a remedy after the sheep have been lost."

"But if you explain in detail, it seems a bit guilty." Constantine also frowned and said, "This will make him lose control of the situation. After all, those in high positions do not need explanations."

"This is another trap of March." Bruce said calmly: "He must have something to do with the killer who stabbed him and made Batman fall from the building that day, or he arranged it."

"He disguised himself as an investor to participate in the investment plan, and deliberately showed great enthusiasm to be the first to try it, and then arranged an assassination plan, using a painful trick to tell others that if Wayne can't even guarantee the most basic safety, don't expect this investment plan to have any results."

"He deliberately chose to challenge Wayne at his private banquet because at this time, no matter how Bruce Wayne answered, it would be wrong."

"If you continue to emphasize as a high-ranking person that I will guarantee your safety, then March's injury and his own experience of almost falling to death are the best rebuttal arguments, but if he explains like a low-ranking person that it was just an accident at the time, then he will no longer be able to control the overall situation."

"And the key to breaking the situation..." Greedy's tone rose.

"...It's Schiller." Bruce's tone sank.

"Mr. Wayne, please allow me to interrupt."

In the banquet hall, Schiller suddenly spoke up, raised his glass and saluted the people around him, and said: "During the conversation yesterday, Mr. March did not tell me that the situation had become so serious. If I had known earlier, I would not have recommended that he undergo psychological treatment, but would have recommended that he contact the FBI immediately."

When the words "FBI" landed, the atmosphere in the meeting hall froze.

"Sorry, I'm a foreigner, I really don't understand. Isn't this organized assassination a terrorist attack? Shouldn't this fall under the jurisdiction of the FBI?"

Schiller made a very puzzled expression, and his tone also revealed a strong sense of confusion.

"So many murders have occurred, and the situation is so serious that even Wayne and Mr. March almost lost their lives. Shouldn't the federal violent law enforcement agencies be asked to intervene?"

"Friends, please don't feel ashamed of this. This is a reasonable demand of taxpayers. You pay so much tax every year, and a large part of it is allocated to the FBI. The meaning of their existence is to help us solve problems. Now that such a vicious incident has occurred, why didn't anyone think of calling the police?"

Schiller's tone revealed disbelief. He slowly moved forward and seemed to inadvertently block Bruce's way. People's eyes turned away the moment they met the professor's eyes.

The gentlemen in suits looked up to study the patterns on the ceiling, and the elegantly dressed ladies looked down to study the fit between the tips of their high heels and the floor.

"Puff!"

Clark laughed out loud, coughed lightly, looked at Bruce and said, "Why does this sound familiar? Didn't I suggest that some people call the police before?"

"Let the people in Gotham call the police--" Harley dragged out a long tone.

"It's better to just kill them." Jason concluded succinctly.