Chapter 1798: Summer in Fool Village (XII)

Chapter 1772: Summer in Fool Village (XII)

"The ACTH project is a secret project conducted by the US military to explore the limits of the human body. I was once a subject of this project and the only successful experimental subject who survived."

Schiller's eyes fell on the body of the bell. There were no scars on it, but this was almost impossible for a seasoned killer, unless he had a regenerative ability far beyond that of ordinary people.

"I don't know the specific data of this experiment. No one told me at the time, and I didn't care about it later. But the project team existed for a short time and then disappeared. The reason was that Congress wanted to find fault with the military at the time, and illegal human experiments were a good target."

"The project team was disbanded too quickly. People who wanted to make money or climb to high positions were not reconciled. After the project team was disbanded, they went their separate ways, and one of the scientists decided to surrender to Congress. His name is Francis Campbell."

"Campbell knows all the information about the specific data of the project. He can provide this information to Congress as evidence of the military's illegal human experiments, and that includes detailed information about me, the only successful experimental subject and survivor. I can't let him do this because I have a family."

"Once Congress They found that I had become a super weapon, and they would not give up controlling me. The best way to control me was to control my family, and I learned this from William Walsh. "

"So, he should be considered to have saved you."

"It's far from that simple. Walsh is just a speculator. When the project team still existed, he and Campbell didn't get along, but he was more inclined to the military and didn't want Campbell to succeed."

"He asked you to kill Campbell?"

"It's not an order, but he knew I would do it to protect myself, and I did as he wished."

Death Bell sighed, and Schiller could hear the anger in it. Sure enough, Death Bell said: "Originally, this matter would have passed, but William Walsh, that idiot, secretly kept a list of test subjects, He also let his wife know, and they divorced, and the child was awarded to the woman. "

"Later, his wife remarried and married a businessman named Denecht. His son was also raised by his stepfather. After the death of old William, his only blood relative, William Denecht Jr., went to receive his biological father's estate and found the list in the estate. "

"He betrayed you." Schiller added an ending to the story. He said: "He knocked on the door of the FBI with this information and got in touch with Amanda."

"He has always wanted to find me." The tone of the bell has sunk to the bottom. He said: "He believes that the super weapon that survived that year must still be alive, and he is the only one who knows how to control dangerous weapons-he knows the identity of my family, so he must die. "

Speaking of At this point, Deathstroke was stunned for a moment. He suddenly looked up at Schiller because he recalled the question Schiller asked when he started this topic - "You have family, right?"

"William gave you the list?"

"I found it myself." Schiller did not avoid Deathstroke's murderous gaze at all. He said, "Why do you think that a murder happened in front of me, but I won't investigate it thoroughly?"

"Mr. Wilson, your biggest mistake is that you shouldn't play with William's body and construct his death in an artistic way, which greatly aroused my interest."

"For some reason, I will take the initiative to contact people who can create such art and invite them to join the art group I founded. I think the person who killed William is qualified, so I will investigate who did it."

"To investigate the murderer, you have to investigate William. Although I have no interest in him and don't know his family history, I simply asked Amanda about his residence and found the list. He didn't even hide it."

"This idiot! "Death Bell said through gritted teeth.

"I'm curious, why didn't you go to his residence to destroy the list after killing him? You didn't think he had destroyed it, did you?"

"I thought William hid it."

"Then you really overestimated this idiot."

Death Bell was obviously choked. He felt that he was scolded by Schiller and he had evidence, but he couldn't refute it.

"A common problem among smart people." Schiller put his hand on the handle of the umbrella, smiled and said: "You think he is very likely to divide the list into several parts and hide them in secret bases all over the world. At the same time, he also set up countless complex passwords for the safes that only he knows. "

"You know clearly that no matter how complicated the puzzle is, as long as the only person who knows all the clues dies, no one can connect so much information to find the final answer. This is a convenient and quick method that is specially designed for patients with late-stage paranoia and persecution. "

"But William's stupidity is obviously beyond your imagination. He simply put the list on the bookshelf in his apartment, tucked inside a book with his initials on the title, and I just know his stupidity better than you do."

Deathstroke lay back on the recliner as if he had suddenly lost his temper, and said, "Then how do you know the relationship between him and me?"

"I know you killed him."

"How do you know?"

"I just know it." Schiller turned around and sat on another recliner next to him, and said, "If you want to find loopholes in your own methods through my answer, you may be disappointed."

"I don't use detective methods to find the murderer. My method is more abstract."

"Anyway, I have nothing to do now, so you can talk about it."

"I saw contradictions in William's body. The murderer's method of killing him was too professional, neat and tidy, without any clues, as professional as the best killer in the world."

"But the killer will not pour so much emotion into the corpse. I saw anger in the death of the corpse. Your mind and spirit were imprisoned by some of his actions, so you imprisoned his body in the box in turn."

Deathstroke's fingertips moved slightly, he seemed to be hesitating, But in the end, he seemed to feel that things had come to this point and there was no point in hiding it, so he said: "The FBI is a problem for me."

"Or to put it this way, the official law enforcement agencies of any major country in the world are a problem for killers. The FBI is more troublesome because they know my real information. For my family, I must stay away from them to prevent them from recognizing me."

"It's not impossible. Campbell had submitted part of the experimental information to Congress to gain the trust of Congress. Once the FBI got the original experimental information from Congress and matched it with some of the characteristics I showed, they would know who I was."

"So you were isolated." Schiller concluded: "William's behavior caused you to stay away from this country, and in retaliation, you isolated him in a box."

"That's what he deserved." The anger in the tone of the bell still did not subside. He was angry at William's stupidity and his own carelessness.

"You may think this is just a public revenge and humiliation, but you don't have much experience showing corpses to the world, and the information you left on the corpse has not been carefully selected. To me, it's like writing your name on the corpse."

"Before this, I never thought there would be someone like you in the world, reading the face of a corpse? Humph." Deathstroke snorted coldly, but still said: "I'm just a killer who gets paid. If I didn't have a personal grudge with that idiot and wanted to warn the FBI, I wouldn't touch his body. I'm not a psychopath."

"But forgive me for being blunt, you definitely have this talent."

Feeling Schiller's sudden high interest in talking, Deathstroke immediately interrupted him: "I collect money according to the order, and leave after the kill, no need It is correct to know how to handle the corpse. Ask whatever you want to ask. "

"When did the Assassin's League find you?"

"Two months after I killed Gorbachev."

After thinking for a while, Schiller said: "I am afraid that Lei Xiaogu is not as confident as he appears. He is also afraid of you."

"He has no reason to be afraid of me. No one pays me to kill him, so he is absolutely safe."

"But he doesn't know if anyone will pay, because someone just gave you money to kill an important person. He thinks that the person behind you wants to establish a new world order like him, and thinks that the person behind you has been eyeing him for a long time."

"You didn't?"

"No, I thought he would be more interested in my students." Schiller shook his head, Still speaking in a casual tone, Death Bell was really unsure of what Schiller meant, so he asked tentatively: "So you came to me to give me another business?"

"Do you think I will hire you to kill him?"

"Why do people like you always like to use rhetorical questions?"

"Because psychiatrists usually charge by the hour, this is a good rule I suggest you can also use it, so that you can just talk and you can also collect my money."

Death Bell felt that Schiller had ridiculed him again, but with the possible business in front of him, he had no time to care about it. He said: "That old devil is difficult to deal with, so the price is very high."

"But I don't plan to pay."

"Then I'm afraid you will receive rounds of temptations from him, and there will be no peace from now on." Death Bell lay On the recliner, he folded his hands on his abdomen, made a smug gesture, and said: "Although I personally like to see you being chased, I don't think he can do it, but anyway, he will cause you a lot of trouble."

"I mean, I don't plan to hire a paid killer. Why not use a free one?"

Death Bell narrowed his eyes and said: "If there is such a tactful person, you must introduce it to me."

"Not from your industry."

"Then who?"

"Someone from the Assassin's League."

In the restaurant of Rodriguez Manor, Lex and Clark looked at Bruce who was walking back with a mobile phone. Lex frowned and asked: "What did you do? Why did you take so long?"

"I received a call from Professor Schiller."

"Is there something urgent?" Clark asked with concern.

"Nothing." Bruce sighed softly and said, "It's just that I have to take a make-up exam again."

Lex sneered from his throat, and Clark asked curiously, "Another exam? What is the content of the exam?"

"Deal with a troublesome woman."

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