Chapter 2083 Knight's Night of Terror (Twenty-Seven)

Jason was disturbed by Schiller's last words before he went ashore, because he remembered an argument he had with Batman a long time ago, still because of their different attitudes towards criminals.

"I will become the embodiment of fear in Gotham. Fear is like a noose around the necks of all criminals, so that they dare not act rashly to maintain balance."

"Then why not just kill them?" Jason remembered asking angrily: "Let them bleed, let them pay the price, and use it to warn future generations not to commit crimes again."

"Maybe this can solve part of the problem." Batman rarely explained, he said: "But it can't solve all, because there are always people in this world who are not afraid of death."

Jason recalled Batman's attitude when he said this. He seemed to separate death and fear, but they should actually be one. Who would not be afraid of death?

Schiller got off the boat first and stepped onto the flat land. It was obviously repaired by humans. Through the slightly turbid sea surface, Schiller guessed that there should be a bat submarine parked under the island.

Jason followed closely behind, stepping on the slightly moist ground in the morning, stepping over a patch of weeds, stepping over the old wooden boards and dead trees lying on the ground, and walked towards the only cottage on the island.

Fortunately, the front of the house was no longer so messy. In front of it was a small garden with some faded signs hanging on it. Climbing up the steps of the porch and pushing open the sky-blue door, the furnishings inside were quite comfortable and warm.

The floor was made of naturally dark red pine wood, with a dark blue threshold printed with a welcome slogan. On the right was a marble fireplace decorated with gold metal plates, and on the left was a hall with a half-enclosed floor-to-ceiling window.

In the center of the hall was a white carpet with tassels, on which was a soft sofa with a flower-shaped backrest and an armchair printed with small dark green florals. Most of the plants were tall ferns planted in white polygonal flower pots.

Beyond the screen wall, on the other side is the dining room and kitchen. The cabinets and wall cabinets are neatly arranged in light green and camel colors. Most of the pots and pans are made of common transparent glass and porcelain printed with mimosa leaves.

Pushing open the door at the end of the kitchen is the stairwell. Behind a small door on the side is the laundry room. The stairs are still made of red pine wood, and the handrails are decorated with golden spheres with patterns.

Going up the stairs, there is a passage as soon as you enter the second floor. On the right is the master bedroom, on the left is the study, and further forward is the terrace on the second floor, where there is a goose egg-shaped hanging chair.

There is a bathroom in the master bedroom, and there is also a bathroom on the side of the study. Going back to the stairs and going up is the attic. There is a single bed and a chest of drawers in the whole attic. There is a balcony on the left and another laundry room on the right.

Jason walked around the house and did not find any monitoring equipment, but he did not believe that Batman would be so negligent. Either he updated the technology and put invisible surveillance, or they were carrying other surveillance equipment.

When Jason went downstairs, he found that Schiller was adding firewood to the fireplace. The burning flames made him feel a little hot in his armor.

He was not very confident about his armor that Batman had touched, so he went to the laundry room next to the stairwell, took off all his clothes except his shirt, threw his armor out of the window, and threw the cloth clothes into the washing machine.

It was obvious that someone had been taking care of and maintaining this place all year round. There was no problem with water and electricity. Jason even found a bag of fresh laundry detergent without lumps and poured some into the washing machine.

He walked out with the laundry basket and asked, "Do you need to wash clothes?"

"I think I do." Schiller nodded in front of the fireplace, glanced at his cuffs that were stained with dust, then he looked at Jason's laundry basket and said, "Have you started the washing machine? Then I'm afraid I have to wait a while."

Jason went back without saying anything.

Jason went upstairs along the stairwell. He had seen things put in the closet of the master bedroom before. When he walked over, he found that there was indeed a big box there, which contained all kinds of clothes.

He put it on himself and found that the size was suitable, but he couldn't find any clothes of the same style as Schiller's clothes, so he had to pray for the best.

Jason changed into a sweater, pulled the drawstring of the hat straight, put on the baseball cap on his head, but took it off again. He looked at the environment of the master bedroom and finally chose to carry the box to the attic.

When he went downstairs, he found that Schiller was already sitting at the coffee table writing something, so he stood at the door of the stairwell and asked: "Which room do you want to live in?"

"It's all right. Have you decided?"

Jason frowned and felt very disgusted. He never liked people talking to him in a tone of "I have completely seen through you".

"Yes, I live in the attic." Jason said stiffly.

"Then you can go upstairs and rest for a while. Someone will bring us food soon."

Jason stood there staring at Schiller. He asked, "What should we do?"

Schiller was still concentrating on writing. After hearing this question, he paused for a while before looking up at Jason and said, "What?"

"I mean, what are we doing here, what do you and Batman and all of them want me to do by bringing me here?"

"Are you expecting a therapy session?"

"I'm not expecting..."

"I'm afraid you'll have to wait a moment, I have some thoughts to sort out, if you don't mind, I'll call you before dinner."

Jason sighed, then took a deep breath, filling his chest, and said, "I can't stand it anymore, can't you just give me a break? Is it fun to guess? Why are you all like this?"

"You haven't talked to anyone else in a long time, right?" Schiller looked up at him again, but soon He lowered his head and wrote while saying, "That's why you have such a strong desire to express yourself. You are just looking forward to someone having a good chat with you."

"But being too anxious is not conducive to conversation. I can give you some sedatives. Adequate sleep will make you better."

"Stop changing the subject!" Jason said loudly, "Tell me what you are going to do, or I will leave!"

"I don't want to lie to you, Jason." Schiller finally put down his pen, put his hands on his knees and looked at Jason and said, "I am doing some research. It is a joint research between me and Batman. We have reached a deal."

"Huh? Batman sold me to you?"

"Not you." Schiller shook his head.

Jason was even more surprised, but Schiller stopped talking. When he picked up the pen again, he just said, "I think you have seen that this is a very serious and important matter, and the focus is not on you."

"I hope you don't disturb me when I'm working. I will try my best to answer your questions at other times."

Jason stood silently for a while, went upstairs along the stairwell, returned to the attic and sat on the bed. He felt a little sore in his muscles and couldn't sleep, so he wanted to stand up and move around.

On the way to the balcony, he happened to see a mirror on the wall. Jason turned his head and found that the scar on his face had faded a little. It seemed that the treatment of the strange symbiote worked.

He lifted the back of his sweater to check the scar on his back. Just as he turned around, he saw a small boat coming over on the skyline.

That should be a boat delivering food, Jason thought, so he didn't pay much attention to it and continued to check the scars on his body. The boat stopped at the dock, and Jason saw a figure coming down from it, who didn't look like an acquaintance.

Getting closer to the window, Jason found that it seemed to be Peter Parker, who was moving some incubators off the boat. His movements were surprisingly agile, and he could see that he was incredibly strong.

Because he wanted to know Peter's specific strength data, Jason simply walked to the curtain, covered his body with the wall, and looked out.

After Peter moved several large boxes of incubators, Schiller came out, but he did not mean to help Peter move the ingredients, but stepped back into the boat.

Jason saw Schiller dragging a black trash can out of the boat, which was the kind of public trash can that was often placed on the street, usually black or dark green, with a lid with raised stripes.

Jason found that the things in the box were definitely not light, and Schiller's strength was also amazing. He estimated it in his mind, and then found that Schiller would definitely think that what he said about knocking him down in three seconds was ridiculous.

Although it was not as easy as imagined, Jason felt that the two should be evenly matched. After all, his weight was there, and it was not so easy for the other party to subdue him.

Then Jason felt a little strange. What kind of food would be placed in the trash can and transported with other incubators? Judging from Schiller's dress, he was not such a careless person.

Peter moved the incubators, and Schiller pushed the big trash can, but they did not go to the front door, but went around to the back of the house. Jason found that there was a door to the basement before entering the house.

Jason stood on the windowsill and watched the two people around the corner. Jason narrowed his eyes. The refrigerator and freezer were obviously in the kitchen on the first floor, and the water and electricity were ready. Why did they move the things to the basement first?

Jason immediately became alert. He ran down from the attic, came to the second floor, and walked through the corridor to the terrace on the second floor. The basement door could be seen from this direction.

Unfortunately, it took him a while to run over. Peter had already walked out. Jason watched him put a big lock on the basement door.

There are two doors in the basement, one leading directly to the outside and the other leading directly to the first floor, on the other side of the stairwell on the first floor. If the outside door is sealed, you must go to the first floor to enter the basement.

But his room is in the attic, so Schiller's room must be on the second floor. If you want to go to the first floor, you must pass Schiller's room.

It seems that he made a wrong decision, Jason thought, maybe this decision was not made by him, but he made it after being guided by Schiller.

Then the question is, Schiller moved the ingredients into the basement, locked the door outside the basement, and blocked Jason's way to the basement. What is he going to do in the basement?

Jason hesitated for a moment. He thought Schiller would not return to the first floor so soon, so he ran down.

Before he could reach the door to the basement, Jason saw the paper Schiller had just used to write and draw on the table. The paper was blown by the wind, and the corners floated to the other side of the coffee table.

Jason slowed down and walked over slowly. When he got closer, he found that there was no writing on it, just a picture.

It was a human anatomy picture.

Jason looked up and Schiller was standing by the door, looking at him.

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