Chapter 623: Morbid Crisis (End)
When Bruce rushed into the room, Schiller had already disappeared. The darkness was so long this time that Bruce, who did not have night vision goggles, did not see how Schiller left.
This office has more than one door. Such a long darkness was enough for Schiller to leave from any other door. Bruce knew this, so he did not chase him in a panic, but began to check the situation in the room.
In the darkness, Bruce took a miniature flashlight and began to check the situation at the scene, but in fact there was nothing to investigate here. Bruce had seen everything from the window. The only valuable things here were the chair, the body, and the blood on the ground.
There was too much blood here, and the strong smell of blood made Bruce feel dizzy. At this moment, he suddenly found a series of footprints made of blood on the ground.
He walked over and took a look, and found that it should be the footprints left by men's leather shoes, which were exactly the same as Schiller's size.
But Bruce felt that this was a trap, because he knew that Schiller had special abilities far beyond ordinary people. He didn't need to walk to leave, so how could he leave footprints?
Perhaps this was another way for him to guide his sight, but Bruce could only follow this clue, because in addition to the justice of pursuing the truth and bringing the murderer to justice, Bruce had another impulse.
He witnessed Schiller's crime process with his own eyes. This was not like before. He knew what Schiller might have done, but because of Schiller's overly concealed means and skills of using force to fight force, he had no way to trace it.
He saw with his own eyes how Schiller killed a person. He deprived others of their lives in a cruel way.
In other words, Schiller no longer had any excuse to excuse the crime he committed.
Following the footprints, Bruce chased all the way out. He saw the row of bloody footprints going up the stairs until he reached the top floor of the mental hospital. The higher he went, the more confused Bruce felt, because he saw more blood next to the bloody footprints.
It didn't look like the traces of blood dripping from the clothes when he killed someone, because the amount of blood was too large. It looked like Schiller had been bleeding all the time.
This made Bruce feel absurd. How could Schiller bleed? He was just a ball of fog. Who could make a ball of fog bleed?
But when he chased to the top floor and opened the door at the end, he was sure that he was not hallucinating. Schiller in front of him was pale and covered in blood.
He stood by the window sill. When the moonlight shone on his dark suit, Bruce saw that most of the suit was stained dark red. The blood stains on it had not even condensed once, but layer upon layer.
At this time, Schiller's face was very pale, and his lips had no blood color. Because of excessive blood loss, he was on the verge of coma.
However, there was no pain or fragility in his eyes, but a kind of morbidity that Bruce had never seen before. It was a hysterical emotion that he could not understand.
On his side, three chairs were neatly arranged, and the three victims sat there, facing Bruce, looking up at the top of the room.
Bruce didn't understand why they were in such a weird posture, with empty eyes that seemed to be staring at something, but it seemed like there was nothing.
"You're here." When Schiller's voice sounded, Bruce felt very strange. He couldn't help thinking that the person in front of him was not the professor he knew.
"I know, you always think that multiple personality disorder is just an excuse for serial killers to get away with it." Schiller's voice seemed very light, as if it was always floating on the surface, with a little gentleness, not unpleasant, but it was completely different from the original him.
"Do you still think so now?" Schiller asked.
"Who are you?" Bruce walked in and stood opposite Schiller, with only a few meters between them.
"Perhaps he didn't tell you that the many personalities you have seen are not personalities..." Schiller's voice seemed a little weak, as if he always failed to get to the point. He said: "Each personality represents a trait. The Schiller you were most familiar with once represented arrogance."
"The Schiller you chose was also arrogant, but after he was chosen by you, he became crazy."
"And I..." Schiller looked at Bruce and said: "I represent the 'morbidity' in personality."
"Morbidity..." Bruce's tone began to become low, and he entered the state of Batman. He asked: "Why are you hurt?"
"Why do you think I won't be hurt? Because you have seen some magical things?" Schiller suddenly showed a disdainful smile, and he said: "Your eyes tell me that you have envied this power, but it makes me feel sick."
Schiller slowly opened his arms, raised his voice, and said: "The most exciting part of the game is that the prey can also hurt you. There is danger at any time, and you may bleed and get hurt at any time. This is the meaning of hunting."
"Putting yourself in a completely safe situation and using crushing force to deal with prey is not murder, but slaughter."
"The greatest charm of intelligent creatures is that their firm will allows them to resist even in desperate situations, and the greatest charm of murdering intelligent creatures is that their resistance may cause me to bleed and get injured, or even die."
"I may pay the same price as them at any time. This is like a gamble. Only when no one knows the outcome, at the moment of revealing it, can you get the strongest pleasure."
"If I knew in advance that I would definitely win, then this gamble would become the most boring game in the world, boring enough to make people Disgusting. "" So ... "Schiller lowered his head, unbuttoned his tie, took off his suit jacket, and revealed that he was completely stained with dark red shirts. Betting, I won. "" You are crazy. "Batman has nothing else to say, even in the face of the clown, he can reiterate the vocabulary of public safety, justice, but in the face of this Schiller, Batman has nothing to say, he is crazy." No, I said it is not crazy, because there is no need to be crazy. The thrill to stimulate, represents the complete chaos. "Schiller shook his head, saying," But I, I represent the pathological state of stimulation and pleasure ... "" Do you know how these injuries came? " Schiller tilted his head to the side, revealing the full picture of the wound. There were actually three scars, and the middle one was the deepest, deep enough to see the bone. He said, "Perhaps you have guessed that the theme of this serial murder case is owls."
"The people sitting in front of you call themselves owls, but they don't have the courage to become real owls, so I provided them with some help."
"Superb eyesight and hearing, their favorite prey, and the head that can turn greatly. When I did all this, they kept screaming, feeling pain and sadness, but since they didn't want to be owls, why did they give themselves such a name?"
"Of course, these birds who say one thing and mean another have some other weapons, which are the sharp claws they have cultivated. This wound..." Schiller turned his head and looked at his shoulder. He even reached into the wound and touched his bones. He said, "It was left by their sharp claws."
"I paid a lot of price to kill them, just like an ordinary person, designing traps, avoiding maneuvers, Using my body as bait, the final winner is still me. "
Schiller took two steps forward and put his hand on the back of the first chair. He said: "Since you have come here, you must have the patience to listen to every story I tell. So, let's start with this bank president..."
"You killed him, disguised as a cleaner, sneaked into the bank, and then threw the body off the roof." Batman told the whole story in a very concise language, and then he continued: "The rest of the people are the same, disguised as employees, sneaked in, killed them, and then threw the body off the building."
"It seems that you are a good detective." Schiller's voice became a little cold, and he said: "My life-and-death game with them is just a simple sentence in your mouth. Every detective is like this. You will skip the most beautiful part and then emphasize those laws and justice that have no meaning at all."
"You missed too many details and didn't find out how you got here. Maybe you would like to hear this story?" Schiller was very patient, but it made Batman feel creepy.
"Before, I came to this mental hospital earlier than any of you."
"When visiting any place, I always like to visit the mental hospital there to see if every mental hospital is the same as the one I live in, or better than it."
"But obviously, Anderson Mental Hospital is worse, because this is not a mental hospital, it has been transformed into an experimental base. What you didn't notice is that the letter you saw has been taken down once."
"I entered Isabel's ward, learned the secrets here, and heard the person in charge. During the conversation, I learned from him that they were all owls. "
"The bank president, the boss of Pairo, the boss of Snow Mountain, and the woman in charge of this laboratory are all members of the Owl Council. They are using various projects to raise funds for the experiments here."
"I wanted to lead you here, so I killed the first person, the bank president, and used the time, place and method that were exactly the same as the previous case in the Dream Cat City to let you know that this case is related to owls. Knowing this, you will definitely come here."
"When I was working on the first case, I left a lot of clues in my methods, which made you notice the relationship between the bank president and the boss of Parlo, and then let you check the transactions between the bank, Parlo and Snow Mountain."
"From this transaction, you will find out that Parlo wants to transform this mental hospital in the western suburbs, so you will definitely come here to investigate."
"Then, you arranged two power outages during my investigation, deliberately guiding my sight and letting me track you here." Batman looked into Schiller's eyes and said.
He had to admit that the setting of this series of interlocking clues was like an exquisite work of art.
"Batman, if I told you the truth in advance, would you still come here?" Schiller asked.
Batman was silent. It was obvious that he was not satisfied with the answer in his heart, but Schiller seemed very satisfied. He said: "Each layer of clues gives you some truth, and all the truths piece together a complete puzzle. In this process, you feel an incomparable pleasure. This is the disease you have, Batman."
"If you are really normal, you should stop when you find that I am deliberately guiding your sight, but you didn't."
Batman took a step forward, looked into Schiller's eyes and said: "I will arrest you for the serial murders you committed."
"That's what I mean." Schiller nodded, he took two steps back and stood in front of the French window.
He took out a button and pressed it lightly, and the whole French window shattered. The glass fragments were like dazzling crystals, and under the moonlight, they were like a rainstorm falling from the sky.
Schiller took another step back and stood in the night sky of Metropolis. The night wind kept blowing his hair and clothes. Batman took a step forward and said, "No, this is the tenth floor. You can't..."
"You'd better take care of yourself first." Schiller looked past Batman and looked behind him. Batman hesitated, but turned back. Then, he saw a huge black monster.
There was a sudden noise behind the black monster. Batman heard what seemed to be a loud curse in Russian. The dense sound of stray bullets sounded, and Batman instinctively rolled to the side.
Under the fire of the heavy machine gun, after the black monster was broken, the bullets like falling fire from the sky all hit Schiller.
Batman saw that the tiny flames flickered on Schiller's bloody body and gradually merged with the lights of the metropolis.
Schiller looked up, just like the corpses tied to the chairs, staring at nothingness, and then fell from the window with his arms open, embracing something.
Constantine and Keira rushed to the window, but Angela froze in place. She stared at the falling figure in a daze, and after a few seconds, she shouted:
"Schiller... Schiller!!!!!!!!!!"
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