The moment he saw the black-haired woman, a pair of red eyes appeared behind Bruce, and the face that was exactly the same as him was pressed to his ear and said to him, "You should be vigilant, there is something wrong with this woman." In an instant, the space condensed again, and two Bruces with different eye colors stared at the black-haired woman named Talia left and right.

Then, they start to express their opinions, word by word.

"Her hair is so delicately groomed that it is divided into three layers, the first layer is fine curls, the second layer is large waves, and the third layer is a straighter base, which will make her hair look voluminous and not messy, but it takes at least three hours to achieve this effect."

"Her hands are well maintained, there are no traces of training, her wrists are slender, and her jewelry is just right, but there is a big problem with her nails, and the protective film of the nail polish glue she uses is matte." At this time, the blue-eyed Bruce looked at the gray-eyed Bruce next to him, and the gray-eyed Bruce said: "Human beings have phototaxis, everyone likes bright things, but the stereotype of the aesthetics of both sexes will make women chase more brilliant jewelry and jewelry, and for the decorative behavior of grooming nails, which is not too necessary for survival and can not bring additional benefits, women will be more inclined to showy, bright, and complex decoration." At this time, the blue-eyed Bruce spoke again: "The protective film used by most nail salons is to make the nails brighter, and the matte texture is not common, which is most likely customized by her." Immediately afterward, the two Bruces looked down at Talia's feet, who wore a pair of sandals that showed only two toes, but the nail polish glue on her toenails was still the same.

"There's nothing reflective about her body." Bruce, with blue eyes, spoke, "This is very abnormal. ”

"Female killers, unlike men, don't need a lot of physical training, because they don't use extreme violence to kill each other, their beauty, seductiveness, or weak appearance is the best weapon."

"At the same time, seizing the opportunity, moving quickly, and being hidden enough are also what female killers must pursue." Bruce's eyes turned away from Talia and then at William, and the other two reappeared.

"William was a very serious and rigorous man, with a slight cleanliness fetish, very typical of a scholar's personality, so that his suit was sure to be meticulously cared for, and there was no shortage of armbands and harnesses that made his shirt smooth." After the gray-eyed Bruce finished speaking, the blue-eyed Bruce pointed to a trace of the fold in William's suit behind his waist and said, "It's not because the shirt is wrinkled, nor because the suit is not ironed, he has a knife pinned to the back of his waist." ”

With a "huh", Bruce withdrew his gaze, showed a smile, shook Talia's hand lightly, and said, "Hello, beautiful lady, I'm so glad I didn't see you at the police station." The tone was still pompous, very much in line with his playboy personality, Talia did have a touching beauty, and Bruce squinted as if he was fascinated by her.

But suddenly, as if he had just woken up, Bruce said to the two of them, "Jimmy just told me that Professor Rodriguez's public inquiry is about to begin, and I need to hurry over." With that, he walked briskly across the corridor and down the stairs, looking at his back, Talia gently stroked his black hair and snorted coldly.

William's face gradually sank and looked a little gloomy, and he looked at Talia and said, "It's too risky for us to do this. ”

"Don't worry, one bait catches two big fish." Talia slowly narrowed her eyes and said in a deep voice, "We will make it." On the other side, Bruce seemed to be running downstairs in a hurry, but in fact, he walked back down the stairs on the other side after a circle downstairs.

And this time, instead of staying on the same floor where they met Talia, he followed the direction they came, found a staircase, and went up one floor.

Standing at the end of the dimly lit corridor, when one of Bruce's hands pressed against the wall, in an instant, his eyes flashed with blue, gray and red, and the light spread out from his fingertips, and the intertwined web of colors covered the entire corridor and quickly disappeared.

"Found it." The moment the deep voice echoed, the heels of leather shoes on the cold floor sounded at the same time, like a symphony of ensembles.

Bruce quickly came to the door of an office on the right side of the hallway, he didn't hesitate, pushed the door open and walked in, there was no one here, the curtains fluttering gently in the wind.

Bruce walked quickly to the curtain and gently opened the curtain on one side with his hand, revealing a corpse lying crookedly on the balcony with a bloody hole in his chest, none other than the black agent Jimmy Andris.

Without any shock or hesitation, Bruce quickly took off his blazer, took off his shirt, and placed his clothes far away from the corpse.

Then, with his naked upper body, he picked up Jimmy's body, walked quickly out of the office, and went to the utility room at the end of the corridor, laid Jimmy's body flat on the ground, took off his coat, and bandaged it on his chest to stop the bleeding.

After the blood was no longer pouring out, he stuffed the body into a cabinet in the utility room, and then took cleaning tools from the utility room to remove all the blood stains along the way.

After returning to the balcony, Bruce wiped all the blood on the floor and railing, and then went to the bathroom next to the office, washed his hands, got dressed, and everything returned to its place, leaving the scene as if nothing had happened.

By the time Bruce pushed open the door to the hall on the first floor, most of the people who were conducting the public consultation were already in place, and Bruce saw Roman, Thomas, and many of his classmates, both familiar and unfamiliar.

No one saw it when Bruce turned his head, and a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes. The agents in charge of the interrogation were all dressed in neat uniforms, entered neatly through the gate on one side, and sat behind the long, curved tables.

The jury is seated on the left and the hearing officer is seated on the right.

Bruce and Thomas, or those connected to the parties, all sit in the middle seats.

This time it was a public confrontation between the two parties, but it was not open to the public, so there were no reporters.

After everyone was seated, Schiller walked to the table, accompanied by two agents. There was a large open space in front of the curved table, which occupied almost a third of the hall, but there was only a small single chair, like a lonely boat floating on the ocean.

Schiller walked smoothly to the chair and sat down, well-dressed and energetic, not handcuffed or restrained, and still a top scholar until trial.

But at this time, the agent in charge of the interrogation broke out into a low discussion, because Jimmy, who was supposed to be sitting in the main seat, did not arrive on time.

Just then, another agent, dressed similarly to Jimmy, walked in through the door next to him, explained a few words to the others, and then sat down in Jimmy's place.

Schiller's expression was calm throughout, and when questioned, he answered all questions truthfully, without any self-justification, nor did he show anger or grievance.

And during the confrontation between the two sides, Roman was the first to speak, and he made a frank statement, with intense emotions, and kept telling the audience how Schiller controlled the repression and mentally abused him.

He spoke eloquently, and told many details, such as Schiller's threat that he would not pass his thesis or delay his graduation, and so on, to ask him to kill for him.

Thomas's rhetoric was even more intense, saying that he was disfigured solely because Schiller had mind control over him, and demanded that he harm himself, and that after he had bled for him, he still felt dissatisfied and demanded that he do more.

The emotions of these two people are very real, and in the end they start to cry and shout like crazy, like two poor students who have been mentally abused.

"Don't embarrass me." As if he couldn't stand it anymore, he lightly pressed his finger to one side of his eye and said, "Even fools like you can get the right answer, so why the hell ......?"

"You see, that's how he oppressed us, he kept insulting us, he was mentally abusing us!" Roman suddenly screamed.

"Shut up." When Schiller's gaze was cast, Roman seemed to be choked by the neck, and he couldn't make a sound.

Schiller suddenly stood up from his seat, and the security personnel on either side had their hands on the guns at their waists.

Schiller raised his head and looked at each of them for a fraction of a second before he spoke: "I thought there would be nothing more painful in this world than to teach a man who never seemed to be able to teach." ”

"But now, I have found that no matter how failed my teaching career is, no matter how painful the teaching process is, it is better than looking at two complete fools here and answering them with exhaustive methods."

"I've long said that the exhaustive method is the worst method in the world, but some people don't even know how to use it." When Schiller's words landed, Roman, Thomas, and Bruce, who was sitting in the back row, stiffened.

Now, Bruce can be sure of at least one thing, the Schiller in front of him is real, because there will be no one like this professor who can break everyone's defense with one sentence.

"Originally, I wanted to escape reality for a while, but it turned out that I couldn't let myself be refuted by such a stupid idiot, so I ......"

“…… I oppose all their accusations. Schiller sat back in his chair and looked at the agent directly across from him and said, "I have an alibi for all the scenes they describe, and for all the actions they complain of, someone can prove that I am not." Sure enough, Schiller refuted the accusations made by Roman and Thomas one by one, and kept them speechless.

After a few rounds of confrontation, the FBI agents began to present the substantive evidence that had been investigated, and Angela, who was holding the papers, glanced back, Bruce was still expressionless.

After entering this process, Angela immediately stood up and said: "The best way to judge whether a professor is competent or not, apart from the way he teaches theoretical knowledge in the classroom and the details of his daily interaction with students, is to look at his own academic level and the academic level of his students." ”

"I don't think anyone here will question the academic level of Schiller Rodriguez, and the information retrieved by the criminal investigation team in the educational information system shows that the students taught by Professor Rodriguez also have a good academic level."

"Next, I will present several psychology papers created by students under the guidance of Professor Rodriguez."

"According to our survey, Bruce Wayne, the student with the lowest grade points, the most absences, and the least satisfactory grades in his four years of study, still created a psychology paper that is far superior to the level of undergraduate psychology thesis required by the American university education system."

"This is enough to prove that Professor Schiller Rodriguez has a very high level of teaching and pays enough attention to the academic development of his students, so I invite you to circulate this paper ...... "Schiller."

He stood up with a hand, and said in a loud voice, "Wait! Don't move! ”

"I plead guilty!" Everyone looked at him dumbfounded.

"Wait a minute, Professor Rodriguez, do you mean, you're going to plead guilty to the charges?" Schiller shook his head slightly, but then, Schiller said, "I don't plead guilty to the alleged charges of mind control and abuse by these two fools, but I plead guilty to murder and false imprisonment." "The sudden change in the situation stunned everyone on the field.

In the wide auditorium, Schiller stood alone in front of the open space, and everyone was terrified when the professor's voice rang out.

"At this time, there is a corpse in this building."

"Kakaka", the sound of the gun being loaded rang out one after another, and the dust circled around Schiller's body, and he saw the muzzles of countless black holes.

"It was the body of Jimmy Andris, the agent in charge of investigating me...... That's right, I killed. ”