When Bruce burst into the room, Schiller was gone, and this time the darkness was so long that Bruce, who didn't have night vision devices, didn't see how Schiller had left.

There was more than one door in this office, and such a long period of darkness was enough for Schiller to leave any one of the other doors, and Bruce knew this, so instead of rushing to chase it, he began to check the situation in the room.

In the darkness, Bruce took a miniature flashlight and began to check the scene, but there was nothing to investigate here, everything Bruce had already seen through the window, and the only valuable thing here was the chair, the corpse, and the blood all over the floor.

There was so much blood here, and the smell of blood made Bruce a little dizzy, and it was when he suddenly noticed a series of footprints made of blood on the ground.

He walked over and looked at it, and found that it was supposed to be the footprints left by men's leather shoes, which were exactly the same as Schiller's yardage.

But Bruce felt that this was a trap, because he knew that Schiller had special abilities that were far beyond ordinary people, and if he wanted to leave, he didn't have to walk at all, so how could he leave footprints?

Perhaps, this is another way for him to direct his attention, but Bruce can only follow this clue, because in addition to the righteous heart of finding out the truth and bringing the murderer to justice, Bruce has another impulse.

He witnessed Schiller's crime, which was not what it had been, and he knew what Schiller might have done, but because of Schiller's overly covert methods and skills, there was no way to trace the situation.

He saw with his own eyes how Schiller killed a man, and he deprived others of their lives by a cruel means.

In other words, Schiller no longer has any excuse to excuse his crimes.

Following the footprints, Bruce chased all the way out, and he saw the row of bloody footprints going up the stairs until he reached the top floor of the psychiatric hospital, and the further up he went, the more confused Bruce became, because he saw more blood next to the bloody footprints.

It wasn't like it was dripping on the clothes when I was killing, because the bleeding was so great that it looked like Schiller was bleeding all the time.

This left Bruce feeling ridiculous, how could Schiller bleed? He's a complete fog, who can make a fog bleed?

But when he chased him to the top floor and opened the door at the very end, he was sure that he was not hallucinating, and Schiller in front of him was pale and covered in blood.

He stood on the windowsill, and as the moonlight shone down on his dark suit, Bruce saw that most of the suit was stained dark red, and the blood stains on it had not even congealed once, but pressed one layer at a time.

At this time, Schiller's face was very pale, and his lips no longer looked bloody, because of excessive blood loss, he was already on the verge of coma.

However, there was no pain or fragility in his eyes, but there was a pathology that Bruce had never seen before, a hysterical emotion that he could not understand.

At his side, three chairs were neatly arranged, and the previous three victims sat upright, facing Bruce, looking up at the top of the room.

Bruce didn't understand why they were in such a strange gesture, their empty eyes as if they were staring at something, but as if they were nothing.

"You're here." When Schiller's voice sounded, Bruce felt very unfamiliar, and he couldn't help himself from thinking that the person in front of him was not the professor he knew at all.

"I know you've always felt that multiple personality disorder is just an excuse for serial killers to get away with it." Schiller's voice seemed very soft, always seemed to float on the surface, with a little tenderness, not unpleasant, but it was completely different from the original him.

"Do you still feel that way?" Schiller asked.

"Who are you?" Bruce walked in and stood across from Schiller, only a few meters between them.

"Maybe he didn't tell you that the many personalities you have seen are not personality......" Schiller's voice seemed a little weak, and it always seemed to be unrealized, he said: "Every personality represents a trait, and the Schiller you were most familiar with once represented arrogance."

"The Schiller who was chosen by you was also arrogant originally, but after he was chosen by you, he became crazy."

"And I'......," Schiller said, looking at Bruce, "I represent the 'pathology' of the personality."

"Sick ......" Bruce's tone began to grow muffled, and he entered Batman's state, he asked, "Why are you hurt?"

"Why do you think I can't get hurt? Because you've seen something magical? Schiller suddenly smiled disdainfully, and said, "Your eyes tell me that you have envied this power, but it makes me 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 it can bleed and hurt at any time, which is the meaning of hunting."

"Putting yourself in complete safety, using crushing force to deal with your prey, that is not murder, but slaughter."

"The greatest charm of intelligent beings is that their firm will makes them resist even when they are desperate, and the greatest charm of murdering intelligent beings is that their resistance may make me bleed, injure, and even die."

"I could pay the same price as them at any time, and it's like a gamble, and only when no one knows whether to win or lose, the moment it is revealed, can I get the strongest pleasure."

"If I had known in advance that I would have won, the gamble would have become the most boring game in the world, boring and disgusting."

"So......" Schiller bowed his head, untied his tie, took off his suit jacket, revealing his shirt completely dyed dark red, he reached out and threw the blazer aside, and said, "I gave up all the power beyond ordinary people, and you see these ......"

Schiller waved his hand, pointed at the corpses, and said, "...... They're all my trophies, and I've won every gamble here. ”

"You're crazy." Batman has nothing else to say, even in the face of the Joker, he can reiterate words such as public safety and justice, but in the face of such Schiller, Batman has nothing to say, he is crazy, crazy very completely.

"No, I said, I don't represent madness, because real madness doesn't need any pleasure to stimulate, it represents complete chaos." Schiller shook his head and said, "But I, I represent the sick, the pathological ...... chasing thrills and pleasures"

"Do you know where these injuries came from?" Schiller gestured to his shoulder, where there was a deepest wound, and from Batman's point of view, he could even see the bones beneath the scar.

Schiller tilted his head to the side, revealing the full picture of the wound, which was actually three wounds, the deepest of which was already visible to the bone, and he said, "Perhaps you have already guessed that the subject of this serial murder case is the owl."

"These people sitting in front of you, who call themselves owls, but don't have the courage to be real owls, so I offer them some help."

"Amazing sight, great hearing, their favorite prey, and their heads that can turn so much, they are screaming and feeling pain and sadness when I do all this, but why should they give themselves such a name when they don't want to be owls?"

"Of course, these duplicitous birds have some other weapons, and that is the claws they have cultivated, and this wound ......," Schiller tilted his head to look at his shoulder, and he even put his hand directly into the wound to touch his own bones, and he said, "it was their sharp claws."

"I paid a lot of money to kill them, just like an ordinary person, designing traps, dodging around, and using my example as bait, and I am the final winner."

Schiller took two steps forward, put his hand on the back of the first chair, and said, "Now that you have come here, you must have had the patience to listen to me through every story, so start with this Mr....... President."

"You killed him, disguised himself as a cleaner, infiltrated the bank, and dropped the body off the roof." Batman finishes the story in very succinct language, and then he continues, "The rest of the people are the same, pretending to be employees, sneaking in, killing them, and throwing the bodies down the stairs."

"Looks like you're a good detective." Schiller's voice became a little cold, and he said: "My life-and-death game with them, in your mouth, is just a simple sentence, every detective is like this, you will skip the most beautiful parts, and then emphasize the law and justice that have no meaning at all."

"You've missed so many details that you didn't realize how the hell you got here, and maybe you'd like to hear the story?" Schiller was patient, but it creeped Batman.

"I came to this psychiatric hospital before, before any of you."

"When I visit any location, I always like to go to the madhouses there and see if every one is the same or better than the one I live in."

"But obviously, Anderson's asylum is worse because it's not a madhouse, it's been converted into a test base, and what you didn't notice is that the letter you saw has already been taken down once."

"I entered Isabel's hospital room, learned the secrets here, heard the conversation of the person in charge, and from him, I learned that they were all owls."

"The president of the bank, the owner of the Pyro Company, the owner of the Snow Mountain Company, and the woman in charge of the laboratory, they are all members of the Owl Council, and they are using various projects to raise funds for experiments here."

"I wanted to lure you here, so I killed the first person, the bank president, and let you know that this case is related to owls, and if you know this, you will definitely come here through the exact same time, place, and method as the previous case in the Dream Cat City."

"When I was working on the first phase of the case, I left a lot of clues in the method, which made you pay attention to the relationship between the bank president and the boss of the company, and then let you inquire about the transaction between the bank, the company and the snow mountain."

"From this deal, you will find out that Pyro wants to renovate this psychiatric hospital in the western suburbs, so you will definitely come here to investigate."

"Then, in the course of my investigation, you arranged two power outages, deliberately directing my eyes and asking me to track you down here." Batman said, looking into Schiller's eyes.

He has to admit that the setting of this series of interlocking clues is like a delicate work of art.

"Batman, if I told you the truth in advance, would you still be here?" Schiller asked.

Batman was silent, obviously, 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, all the truth spells out a complete puzzle, you feel the unparalleled pleasure in the process, this is the disease you get, Batman."

"If you were really normal, you should have stopped when you noticed that I was deliberately directing your gaze, but you didn't."

Batman took a step forward, looked Schiller in the eye and said, "I'll arrest you for the serial murders you committed."

"That's exactly what I mean." Schiller nodded, and he took two steps back and stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.

He took out a button, pressed it gently, and the entire floor-to-ceiling window shattered in response, and the glass shards were like brilliant crystals, like a rainstorm falling from the sky under the moonlight.

Schiller took another step back and stood in the night sky of the Metropolis, the night wind constantly blowing his hair and the hem of his 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's gaze went over Batman and looked behind him, Batman hesitated, but turned back, and then, he saw a huge black monster.

There was a sudden noise behind the black monster, and Batman heard what seemed to be a loud shout in Russian, and the sound of dense stray bullets sounded, and Batman instinctively rolled to the side.

Under the light of the heavy machine gun, after the black monster shattered, all the bullets like fire fell from the sky, and all of them hit Schiller's body.

Batman saw that tiny points of flame flickered on Schiller's blood-soaked body, gradually merging with the lights of the metropolis.

In this way, Schiller tilted his head and looked upward, like a corpse tied to a chair, staring at nothingness, and then fell from the window in a gesture of embracing something with open arms.

Both Konstantin and Kayla rushed to the window, but Angela froze in place, staring at the falling figure in a daze, and after a few seconds, shouted:

Schiller...... Schiller!!!!!!! ”