"It seems that Batman is also eyeing you, in that case, we can work together, I know what you want, and I have the ability to provide you with what you want."

March sat down on the single sofa on the first floor, and the rude movements made the chair squeak, and Schiller, who was standing by the fireplace, frowned, but March seemed to be unaware.

On the first floor, the armchair has a low backrest and a long seat, and March sits on it in a very relaxed backward position, giving people an unconscious sense of relaxation, and once you feel relaxed, you want to stretch your body, just like sitting on a bedroom bed.

So, March put his feet on the coffee table, crossed his fingers on his lower abdomen, looked at Schiller and said: "Batman will watch your every move in the dark, even if it is a native of Gotham, no one can escape his pursuit, it is not a wise choice to be an enemy of him, but since you have done this, it is better to plan for your own future." ”

"He's emphasizing his control over the situation." When the picture freezes on March's face, Bruce calmly says, "But in the most stupid way." ”

"Sometimes, taking the initiative to break the old rules of etiquette and appear rude and rude is a way to emphasize the sense of control, that is, the current situation is under my control, and no matter how unreasonable I am to you, you cannot resist."

The sickly voice seemed to flow out of a record player, as if there was a screen between him and the others, and that smile that seemed to be there was still sounded soothing, but it was nerve-wracking.

"This is the first step in controlling the other person's mind, trying to invade the other person's territory when the situation is in their favor, and forcing the other person to accept and get used to it, and then inch by inch until the other person's mind is under your control."

Everyone sitting on the other side turned their heads to look at him, but they were just looking at the screen, and the light of the screen was flowing in his barren gray eyes, like the waves of the sea picking the most crystal clear sand.

"The fools in this world can probably be divided into several categories, one of the stupidest is 'untimely', this kind of people do not understand the situation, neither their own position, nor the other people's, they use their own behavioral logic to speculate on the reactions of others, and then use the fantastical results to extrapolate their own actions."

"For example, this Mr. March, who fantasizes that Schiller must have to talk to him because he fears Batman as much as he does, and he takes this as a given conclusion, and instead deduces that he can invade Schiller's domain, thinking that Schiller will have nothing to do with him."

"And then, if someone doesn't give them the reaction they want, it's like they've been hit by some kind of switch, and they start to become extremely manic, lose their minds, and no longer just pour out their emotions or morals to kidnap others."

Diana, Barry, and Hal all frowned, apparently the morbid descriptions reminded them of certain people, and the disgust that swelled up in their hearts made them have to admit that the pathological was right, that this kind of person was really annoying.

"Will Schiller continue to tolerate him?" Konstantin pursed his lips tightly and said: "This level of unreasonableness, even a good-tempered person can't bear it, right?" ”

"I kind of get it, it's actually Batman's trap." Barry crossed his arms and said, "He's the best at giving criminals this kind of thankless problem, if Schiller can't tolerate March and him, then Batman can be behind, if Schiller realizes this, then he can only put up with March's rudeness." ”

"Either way, Professor Schiller is going to have a hard time." Barry said with a shrug.

"The means of making a person ugly are not only violence, but even more, Schiller can also use violence, but in a more dignified way."

The morbid voice fell, and Schiller, who was on the screen, had already walked away from the fireplace, and he went up the stairs to the second floor again, while March kept turning his head and kept following him with his gaze.

"You're right, Mr. March, I did have a skirmish with Batman, but do you know what we're arguing about?"

As soon as March was about to ask, Schiller said directly: "The body we saw before arguing, and the murderer who committed this murder." ”

Schiller walked to the edge of the patio on the second floor, turned his back, tilted his head and stretched out a hand, rubbed the tips of his fingers against the book, and said:

"I said that he was completely wasting his time, and he had the kung fu to track down this murderer, so it was better to focus on the possible killer organization, no matter how you look at it, it is more dangerous to kill several people and possibly continue to kill people, right?"

"You ...... Do you think that case was not the work of the killer organization? March's body stiffened.

"Isn't that obvious?" Schiller was still standing by the bookshelf looking for a book, and then he said, as if it dawned on him, "Oh, how did I forget, Mr. March, you have not seen a corpse. ”

"If you've seen corpses, you don't have that doubt, yes, that recent murder, the murder of poor Mr. Errim, was not the hand of the killer of the previous murders, but of another murderer."

"Oh, really?" March's fingertips trembled, and he asked as if unintentionally, "To tell you the truth, I'm also a little interested in reasoning, can you tell me how you found out?" ”

"Of course, I need someone to agree with me." Schiller took out a book of 19th-century poetry from the shelf, put his arm on the railing, and said as he flipped through the book:

"The most obvious thing is that Mr. Errim died a painful death, not a one-shot death like in previous cases, and Sheriff Gordon and Batman both deduced that the murderer had a grudge against Errim to torture him like this."

"If you've ever seen a corpse, you'll know that Mr. Doereim died a terrible death, and he was in great pain."

March's breathing rate became a little faster, and his chest kept heaving, but he still drew a cross on his chest and said, "Really?" God bless him, and while I have no intention of questioning the conclusions of the world's greatest detective, Batman, has he said anything else about the murderer? ”

"Of course, he was going to say it, but I interrupted it."

Even standing on the second floor, Schiller could clearly hear March on the first floor taking a deep breath, Schiller smiled, and then said, "I said to Batman, you better hurry up and investigate the matter of the killer organization, don't waste time here." ”

March's grip on the armrest of the chair tightened as if it had taken a lot of effort to let go, and he gently blocked his mouth with his hand and asked, "Why do you say that?" Shouldn't Batman be the first to arrest that murderous murderer? ”

"You're wrong." Schiller paced the second floor with a book, the dull sound of his shoes on the floor tugging at March's heartbeat.

"When I was working in the FBI, I saw many cases, and to be honest, if you look at it from a more objective and rational point of view, individual crimes and murders of passion are actually the least harmful acts of murder, on the contrary, large-scale organized crimes, or terrorist attacks, are the ones that deserve the most attention and invest in manpower."

Speaking of this, Schiller suddenly stopped, turned his head to stare at March, and said: "Ordinary people with a little common sense should also know that compared with the vendetta on the spot, the killer organization is more dangerous and should be dealt with as soon as possible, and only in this way can the life and property safety of taxpayers be guaranteed to the greatest extent." ”

March took his foot off the coffee table, obviously not so relaxed, but he still leaned back on the sofa and said, "Yes, but wouldn't the murderer's murderous way of doing the crime have a very bad effect?" ”

"You're going to have to worry about that." Schiller tilted his head slightly, looked at March with a smile and said, "The so-called murderous, oh, sorry, this is not actually a word I used with Batman, or even Sheriff Gordon, but the little police officer who led us to the cold storage where the body was kept, he was just transferred from Canterlot, and as you know, the security conditions there are top-notch, and he is completely rare and strange." ”

"This murderer is not murderous." Schiller shook his head and said, "Among the FBI's archives over the years, there are as many serial killers as terrible as him. ”

"Since he was there to torture the dead, let's talk about the act of 'torture', he pierced the lungs of the deceased with a sharp object, but did not let him die immediately, but choked the deceased with his own blood, well, the deceased was quite painful when he died, but this has nothing to do with cruelty."

March's face became a little stiff, he opened his mouth, as if he was about to blurt out something, but the next second, his reason stopped him, March's two thumbs began to rotate, and he asked in a deep voice, "Isn't this cruel enough?" ”

"Of course, the distance to the murderous city is as far away as Canterlot from Gotham." After Schiller finished speaking, March was about to speak, but Schiller did not give him a chance to interject, but changed his previous soft tone and spoke faster and faster.

"The main danger of serial homicides who commit crimes as an individual unit is not the number of murders, but that overly murderous cases can cause panic among the population, and may also lead to imitation crimes, such examples are not uncommon, and there are many copycats in many states such as skinning butchers, ogres and rippers."

"But with all due respect, the murderer who killed Errim is not a murderer at all, just a lame coward, I advised Batman not to give him any looks, Batman said that I was cold and ruthless, so we had an argument."

"But that's the way it is, the murderer killed Errim only for the most simple and superficial hatred, maybe even personal hatred, maybe just Errim scraped his car or trampled on his lawn, so he hated him, not one class against another, one group against another."

"There is no thought in his case, and even if the wound is clearly laid before my eyes, I cannot read any thought in it, and I cannot discern any depth of soul in his clumsy and crappy work, so superficial, dull, and uninteresting."

"I told Batman that these murderers deserve no attention because they are completely desecrating life and wasting a precious life that people only have once."

"Errim died, but his death and his body did not show anything to the world, did not convey a message, did not create beauty and art."

"The murderer is not a serial murderer at all, so just hand it over to the police at the police station, and it doesn't matter if you investigate it for a year and a half, anyway, he can't do any decent cases, and the mediocrity is scary."

"And the great Batman, he should do something more meaningful."

March had already risen from his chair, and he stared at Schiller with his bloodshot eyes, and Schiller looked at him with banter and ridicule in his eyes, and although he did not name him at all, March already knew that Schiller was insulting him to his face.

Just when March thought that this was the end, Schiller sneered and said, "But if this is all there is, he is just mediocre, but as I said before, he is a coward." ”

"What did he do? Oh yes, he gave the victim two knives, in fact, the first knife was already fatal, it just took a little time, but he didn't leave immediately, but made up for another knife and ended the victim's life, was he trying to end the victim's pain quickly? ”

"No, of course not, he was afraid, so he had to imitate the previous way of organizing the killer to commit crimes, and disguise the illusion of killing with a knife."

Schiller laughed flirtatiously and said in a ridiculous tone: "Can you imagine, Mr. March? A murderer is actually afraid that his work will be discovered! How ridiculous is that?! ”

"However, it is not completely unreasonable...... the smile in Schiller's tone gradually disappeared, and the leather shoes made a faint squeak when they stepped on the stairs, Schiller walked to the first floor without hurry, and when he came to March, March unconsciously took a step back.

"There is no shortage of cowards in this world, just like some people, whose hearts are filled with unspeakable anger, but can only pretend that they don't know anything."

"Perhaps, he must not know anything, because he also does not know, Batman has a couple of bugs here."

Standing in front of March, Schiller gave him one last look, then went to the large sofa in the center and sat down, leaned back very relaxedly, and said, "You must be curious, what exactly do I mean by the mistakes of youth?" What made me lose my social identity and have to work for the FBI? ”

March turned his head to stare at him, as if waiting for an answer, but Schiller just glanced at March's face and said, "Sorry, the guests who don't have an appointment don't exist here, and all my questions and answers have nothing to do with him." ”

"Batman is indeed the greatest detective in the world, and his greatness lies in his politeness."

March immediately looked up suspiciously, as if there was a pair of fearless eyes staring at him in every shadowy corner of this room, and he retreated to the door in a little panic, the muscles on his face shaking unconsciously.

"Yes, I've killed people, I'm a serial murderer, my identity and files have been sealed by the FBI, Batman, did you hear that?"

Schiller stood up again and looked up into the air to speak, and March stood by the door and said in a trembling tone: "You are crazy, he will not spare any criminal, he is staring here!" ”

"Yes, Batman, you have to trust my experience, now is the best time for you to act, because I have deduced who this crappy coward is, he is ......"

March took two steps back again, stumbling over the carpet, Schiller's lips magnifying in his vision, and though the voice had not yet come out, he seemed to have imagined the sight of the name when it landed.

The darkness brought by the bat's cloak enveloped him, and the terrifying eyes of a torch stared at him, March took a deep breath and muttered in a low voice, "No, no, I have a greater cause, I can't be caught......"

So, he made what he thought was a wise decision, which was to turn around and run away.

March rushed to the door, grabbed the doorknob, and pulled the door open with all his might.

In the next second, there was a "zila" sound, and a strong electric current on the doorknob penetrated his body, and the reckless guest collapsed with convulsions.

The last image in March's blurred vision is a pair of spotless black leather shoes, stepping on the dark brown floor in front of him.

Looking up again, the man in the suit and leather shoes is slender, and when he looks down at him, he is calm, self-controlled, decent and elegant, maintaining meticulous beauty.

Viewer x

I'm afraid that the little fool won't be able to understand the hanging

(End of chapter)