Chapter 1809: Summer in Fool Village (Twenty-Three)

Chapter 1783: Summer in Fool Village (Twenty-three)

"A more terrible and extreme possibility." Bruce looked at the surveillance screen, sighed and said, "Perhaps the terrible consequences I told Pamela were not a joke."

"What do you mean?" Lex asked him with his arms folded.

"If nothing unexpected happened, Talia should have rushed out of Rodriguez Manor half an hour ago in a maddened manner, but she didn't."

"Maybe Professor Schiller subdued her."

Bruce just glanced at Lex who said this, and said while typing on the keyboard: "If it was Professor Schiller, then there is no such thing as subduing in his response measures. Either kill or drive away. If Talia is really subdued, it proves that it is not the professor."

"And we still have a worse option." Bruce stopped what he was doing, turned his head and looked at Lex and said, "Talia was not subdued , but was attracted. "

He raised his head again to let the cold light of the surveillance screen shine on his angular features, and said like a sigh: "If Talia doesn't come out of Rodriguez Manor in another two hours, she will be completely defeated."

Lex, who was sitting in an office chair nearby, crossed his arms and looked at Bruce with doubt and dissatisfaction, saying: "I don't understand, what are you speculating and worrying about?"

Bruce paused for a moment, as if considering the need for a detailed explanation, but seemed to think that Lex might be his teammate, so he explained as detailed as possible.

"If Talia doesn't come out, it proves that the person in this manor now may not be Professor Schiller. You know, he has many personalities, and I happen to have seen the most dangerous one of them."

"Who?"

"Manipulation."

Bruce lowered his eyes, and Lex saw incomparable seriousness in his eyes, which was not comparable to his deliberately stern face and downturned mouth when he was Batman.

"There is an abyss under Schiller's tower of thought, where there is his essential pathology, not acquired, not even completely evil, but the real Schiller in a period of time that we have not been exposed to and cannot understand."

"And compared to the personality above the tower of thought, their most dangerous thing is that their highest need is to satisfy their interests, without moral laws, or even the concept of emotion."

Bruce's Adam's apple rolled up and down and said: "They kill or save someone just because the process makes them feel interesting."

"So what?"

"So as long as it is interesting enough, the manipulator will manipulate anyone and attack anyone, which means we will also become his target."

"But Why? We simply don't..."

"Because it's interesting." Bruce took a deep breath and said, "Usually Professor Schiller will consider the interesting part, but that's just a bonus. He will benefit from an interesting thing and add some fun to a thing that can bring benefits."

"But the morbidity under the abyss will completely disregard interests and satisfy their needs like an insatiable baby. Whether it will harm themselves or others is not within their consideration. "

"Next you may be surprised at how thoroughly his attitude changes." Bruce sighed and said, "It's as if we are his mortal enemies. He will do everything he can to eliminate us, but that's not because we are his enemies, but because he I think it's fun to do this."

"What's fun about it?"

"It's fun that he sits in a cool air-conditioned room and talks, while we are chased up and down by those who are bewitched by him in the weather of 38 degrees Celsius."

"So, what's fun about this?"

"You are not the kind of person who strangled sparrows with bare hands when you were seven years old, so you will never understand where this is fun." Bruce covered his forehead and said, "Sadists are happy for the pain of others. He just wants to find a suitable leisure activity for himself in his spare time in the hot summer."

"It's like sitting on the bed in a daze, watching the fan blades spinning, and feeling happy from imagining that the machine provides you with coolness and works hard until it runs out of life and dies. . "

"It sounds childish."

"Pathology is childish and regressive. Pursuing happiness without regard for the consequences is the privilege of infants." Bruce stared at the screen absent-mindedly and said, "But do you dare to say that you have never done this?"

Lex sighed softly. He decided to talk about something more practical, so he said, "So we are like clowns in a circus, doing our best to make him happy."

"Come on, it's more like he let the lion out of the circus, and we are just two unlucky guys sitting in the audience."

"But you are his student."

"So he will not let me off."

Lex slapped his forehead and said, "What have you been doing for the past four years?"

"I almost understand what kind of person Professor Schiller is, but if you demand that I understand Schiller, then you'd better work hard in the laboratory from now on." Bruce looked up at the ceiling and said, "... and then find a way to let me live for another five million years."

When Talia woke up, she saw the dark brown ceiling. The Huizi pattern looked more like a nested maze in the hazy vision, and it was Schiller's voice that pulled her consciousness back.

"Miss Talia, Miss Talia, are you awake?"

Talia felt her cold sweat soaking the silk sheets. Why did she lie defenselessly in the house of a stranger or even an enemy? She didn't even feel how the other party walked to her bedside!

In her past life, such a scene of losing vigilance had never appeared, so her thoughts were interrupted for a moment, and at this moment, she felt a cold thing stuffed into her hand.

Talia looked down and saw that it was a glass of ice water. She took a deep breath, put her thick black hair behind her head, put the cup on the bedside table and said, "Thank you, but I'm not thirsty."

She was really afraid of the master and apprentice of Breaking Bad.

Talia thought Schiller might have drugged her. Although she didn't drink the tea Schiller provided, she knew that there were many ways to poison her. It was not a good idea to stay here any longer, otherwise anything she touched might be poisonous.

"I'm sorry, I barged into your room, but you didn't answer my knocking, and I was worried that something had happened to you."

Schiller sat down on the bed, leaning sideways, looking back at Talia and saying, "I came here to apologize to you, Miss. Miss Pamela just came to me and brought me a message that my student Bruce Wayne had knocked you out in an illegal, immoral, and even horrifying way on his way to a date with you."

Talia was about to open her mouth to say something, but Schiller pressed one hand on the bed sheet, leaned forward to look at Talia, and said seriously, "I don't know why you didn't tell me about this the first time you came to see me, or this is actually a worse signal. You knew what he did, but you didn't dare to care."

Talia kept her mouth open, then closed it again, looking aside, she thought, so why didn't she accuse Bruce to Schiller with confidence?

She couldn't say that if she had had time to scratch Bruce's skin with her nails in advance, it would be Bruce who was knocked unconscious, right?

Talia guessed that this might be another test by Schiller, so she said: "He might do this because of some of my previous extreme actions, so I..."

"For example?"

Talia's eyebrows showed a trace of doubt, she looked at Schiller and said: "For example what?"

"What extreme behavior did you do?"

"He never left me a contact information, I called his private number several times, half of which was answered by his housekeeper. I went to the places he often went to look for him, but I didn't find him. I asked some of his classmates and friends where he went, but they didn't know."

"In short, you are harassing him."

Talia nodded without hesitation and said: "So if he..."

"Then he should apply for a personal restraining order against you from the police station, instead of drugging you and knocking you out."

Talia was really stunned. She stared at Schiller, wondering if she was hallucinating.

First of all, even if Schiller was not the manipulator who seemed to be able to manipulate the whole world, but just an ordinary Gotham man, it was magical enough for him to say the word "call the police".

"He has seriously violated the law and morality, Miss Talia, and the only reason you are indifferent to this is that his identity and status threaten you and make you dare not speak out about your experience."

Schiller sighed softly, as if he was regretting, and said, "If even you don't have this courage, I really can't imagine who else will stand up in this situation."

"This is bad news for me, because it means that it is very likely that my students have harmed many people in the same way in places I haven't paid attention to, and they are afraid to speak out because of fear."

Things happened so fast that Talia didn't understand what was going on, but the main reason was that Talia had never been a victim.

This beautiful and dangerous woman is always a villain. She has always been a perpetrator and abuser. Crazy evil, cruel, dark and terrifying are the comments she often hears.

"I think you may have misunderstood me." Talia said, "I have emphasized to you long ago that I am not a weak little girl."

"He did make you unconscious, didn't he?" Schiller also looked at Talia and said, "Are you sure you will not be in danger during that time?"

How can Talia be sure? In fact, this is the biggest setback she has suffered in the past ten years. It can be said that if their own plan had not gone wrong, Talia really wasn't sure what she would encounter.

"I'm sorry, it's not my intention to put pressure on the victim." Schiller stood up from the bed, his shadow covering Talia, which made him feel like a sparrow in front of the window.

"No matter what, my conscience tells me that I may need to take part of the responsibility for my failure in education. I hope a hearty dinner can heal your trauma, at least part of it."

Schiller suddenly bent down again. Talia was stiff and dared not move because the distance between them was quickly shortened. When she turned her eyes slightly, she saw the translucent fangs shining in the afternoon sun.

He must have bitten many people's necks like this, injecting the venom of words into their brains, sucking, gnawing, and swallowing...

Schiller almost whispered to Talia's ear: "Please be sure to attend, Miss Talia, just give me a chance to heal my guilt, and the precious ingredients are offered as a sacrifice for your kindness."

After Schiller left, Talia sat on the bed for a long time without saying a word.

She turned her head and looked out the window, using the scenery outside to relax her mind and focus her attention, which had just been fragmented and scattered.