Bei Bat tilted his head slightly, turned his eyeball upwards to look at Schiller, so that he squeezed out fine lines above the brow bone, and Schiller wrote down four words, and drew a circle of these four words, like writing a mind map, and drew other branches below.

"I don't go to the abyss very often, so I don't know much about them, but since they are spirits, they will definitely appear in their favorite form."

Schiller wrote a few words representing the dress of the four names, and Bei Bat looked over and found that the first one was written "black shirt" under the hunt.

"He often attends celebrity banquets, following his prey on the dance floor, in the corridors, and in the bathrooms, sticking to his clothes, in addition to wine, lip prints, and blood, and black is the least visible color."

Schiller's deep voice echoed through the room, and Bei Bat only felt a chill creeping up from behind, and he began to understand the horror movie protagonists who were smashing ghosts.

Then he saw Schiller write "white shirt" below the word art and explained it.

"If pitch-black undertones can swallow all colors, white is all about bringing out the brightest colors, and when he works on a soft, fiery material, the marks left on the white shirt will also become part of the work, which is worth keeping."

When Schiller's gaze looked at the last two names, the tip of his pen paused, and then he wrote "gray scarf" under gluttony.

"He is not an elegant diner, he is usually overeater and overeater, because he eats a lot of food to recover his energy very quickly, and he is well prepared for everything that follows, and he often carries a gray napkin at a minimum to make sure that the soup does not drip on his clothes."

At the last time of abuse, Schiller's pen paused for an unusually long time, as if he remembered something, but finally wrote "red shirt".

"He's going to be very happy to wear all kinds of red clothes, which reminds him of the fish that are constantly jumping because they have lost their skin and are exposed to the air."

Finally, the introduction to abuse is brief, but Schiller's tone and some of the things he alludes to in his tone make Bei Bat shudder.

He looked down at the four names on the paper again, licked his somewhat dry lips lightly, and said, "What about the other things?" What are their characteristics and weaknesses? ”

Schiller shook his head lightly and said: "I said it all, I don't go to the abyss often, I don't know much about them, I only know one thing, that is, we try not to irritate them, otherwise you can feel the treatment of the real horror movie protagonist." ”

Bei Bat's instinct of belonging to Batman reminded him that what Schiller said was true, because the cold light that flew by the shards of glass was only about a centimeter from his eyeball, and the moment was as long as a century.

"As for their weaknesses, I can only guess." Schiller first nodded on the hunt with his pen and said: "Hunting will only hunt one prey at a time, and whoever he targets will appear in front of him again and again until he finds an opportunity to strike." ”

Suddenly realizing that Schiller's previous portrayal of these pathological personality traits revealed some very dark truths, he instinctively said: "From the dance floor to the hallway to the bathroom cubicle? ”

At this moment, Bei Bat saw his vision sway, his eyes filled with a hazy light, and when the light dissipated, the crowd on the dance floor dispersed, and his vision locked on one of them.

The man's back always appeared in the shaky vision, leaving the dance floor, greeting the people around him, taking the wine glass from the waiter's hand, standing still and talking to acquaintances until he turned and walked down the hallway.

Walking through the long hallway, the light became dimmed, and the figure disappeared into the bathroom cubicle, the overhead light flashed, and the young face of Schiller in a black shirt was reflected in the mirror.

Bei Bat woke up suddenly, and he finally realized that Schiller was describing not concepts, but the past.

And so the perspective continued.

Bei Bat saw a huge wall painting in his field of vision, and when he turned his head, it seemed to be an art workshop, set up in a huge warehouse, and this huge wall painting depicted the French painter François Boucher "The Education of Cupid".

Before Bei Bat could think about the metaphor of the painting, he saw a huge fish in the messy easel, with a knife stuck in its abdomen, but the blood foaming from the gills of the fish kept coming out, indicating that it was still alive.

The scales were scraped off, the abdominal cavity was dissected, and the muscles and bones were groped, and blood was constantly spurted out, dyed all the way down the cuffs, leaving flower-like blood spots on the placket.

A fierce hunger pang came, and the light in his field of vision began to shake constantly.

The shrill sirens were getting closer and farther away, and the sounds of killing, cursing, and gunfire were heard incessantly.

Bei Bat found himself gradually pulling away from the body, and then he saw the huge warehouse covered in blood, and the fish that had lost their scales and skin were jumping in the distance.

The officers rolled in like beans, their arms raised in a circle, like a giant flower, and the stamens of the schiller lay on the ground on all fours, and there was only newborn joy on their young faces.

Bei Bat woke up suddenly, and when he looked at Schiller again, his eyes were completely different, and Schiller was unaware, and he was still looking down about the possible weaknesses of several pathological personality traits.

Bei Bat couldn't listen at all.

He took a deep breath and stood up, turning his head to look at the other door in his office, which led to the bathroom.

He didn't say anything to Schiller, who raised his head, but walked straight to the bathroom, and when he walked in, he didn't enter the toilet cubicle, but retched twice as much as he could, turned on the faucet and flushed his face.

Bei Bat straightened up, wiped his face in the mirror, and combed back the water-stained hair on his forehead.

The overhead light flashed.

The image of the bat in the mirror suddenly changed, and he saw Schiller again, but not the young face.

He had white sideburns, no glasses, and his gray eyes were very loose, and he looked at Bei Bat with a smile.

Bei Bat blinked, and he disappeared again.

Bei Bat was about to open his mouth to ask, when the faucet suddenly moved.

With a "squeak", the switch of the faucet was turned on, and the water flowed out, masking the voice of the speaker, and the Schiller appeared in the mirror again.

This time, Bei Bat saw it clearly, he was wearing a dark blue suit, a dark orange tie tied with a double Windsor knot, looking solemn and gorgeous.

"What you see is what happened."

His voice seemed to ring in Bei Ba's ears, and he couldn't help but turn his head, but there was nothing there.

"Who the hell are you?"

"Who the hell is Schiller?"

Bei Bat didn't expect him to ask such a rhetorical question, and he didn't have the answer to this question at all, but he had just seen it, at least partially.

So the answer came out of his mouth, but he still lowered his head, shook his head, and said, "You can't hallucinate me." ”

"You know it's not a hallucination."

Bei Bat crouched on the sink again, gasping for breath, what he saw, heard, and touched in that vision was too real.

Bright banquet streamers, noisy human voices, gasps and faint struggles and warm blood after the prey is injured......

"Why?" Bei Bat asked angrily, "Are you just enjoying all this?!" ”

"They're my enemies, but I do enjoy it."

Bei Bat slowly closed his eyes, and his hands on the sink began to tremble a little, for him, this is the real ghost story - there is a group of people in this world who feel the heartfelt enjoyment and joy of mutilating their kind, they are natural criminals, born murderers.

"Who the hell is Schiller?"

The overhead light flickered a few more times, and the muffled voice reappeared in Bei Ba's ears.

The light flickered again, and the figure that appeared to be extraordinarily tall disappeared, and the face of Bei Bat appeared in the mirror.

He was wearing a hospital gown, which contrasted sharply with the gorgeous and dignified suit, and the eyes sunken in the sockets were particularly dull under the light of the overhead lamp.

"Who the hell is Schiller?" He muttered to himself.

This time, he saw the figure of Schiller, dressed in a fancy suit, appear behind him in the mirror.

Schiller stretched out a hand and placed it on his shoulder, and although Bei Bat didn't feel any touch, he felt an indescribable weight that almost crushed him.

"Answer me, Batman, who the hell is Schiller?"

"He's ......" Bei Bat's gaze began to flicker with the lights overhead, and he gasped lowly, and finally a voice that sank to the bottom echoed through the small room.

"Schiller is...... Killer. ”

Batman and Natasha were cleaning the blood from Natasha's arm in the bathroom, and Natasha stared nervously at the door and said, "Hurry up, he might be here soon." ”

She glanced down at the wound on her arm, which had been cut about a few minutes earlier when the window at the end of the hallway burst open when they had just come up from the stairwell.

At that time, they did not realize the seriousness of the problem, and only thought that it was a ghost, until they saw Schiller's shadow on the glass again, and at the same time, Natasha's blood was gone.

What's even more terrifying is that the wound, which was not deep, is getting deeper and deeper, and the blood is flowing more and more, but not a drop has fallen to the ground, and it has all disappeared out of thin air.

The clotting function of platelets is as if it suddenly stops working, and the blood has no signs of clotting, just keeps flowing out, and then disappears into the air.

It wasn't until Natasha saw from the window of the hospital room in the corridor that a Schiller wearing a gray scarf around his neck was tearing open the wounds on Natasha's arms with his hands, and all the blood disappeared from his fingertips.

Batman and Natasha realized that Schiller was not wandering aimlessly, and that they had only been lucky enough to not run into Schiller who would target them.

The two of them ran wildly, and finally found the bandage in the preparation room in front of them, and the two ran all the way to the bathroom before they shook off Schiller, who was chasing them, and was about to bandage the wound.

Just as Batman was about to put a bandage on the wound after cleaning it, the light above their heads suddenly flashed twice.

A figure appeared in the mirror of the sink.

Natasha's eyes widened, because she was very familiar with this figure, and Schiller in the mirror was wearing a turtleneck sweater and half-long hair tied back her head, staring at Natasha with a smile on her face.

(End of chapter)