"I guess I'm not going to be the first to see your way of moving, where have the others gone?"

"They're all alive and well, Jason, you know I don't have to be the enemy of the world, what do you see?"

Jason sighed, and he said, "Look, you know that no one can make you pay, and I hate that smug tone, but I know I can't either." ”

"You're still worried that Batman made a mistake, didn't see through me completely, and then was deceived by me, so you chose to come here to contain me, why do you think I'm interested in you?"

"Because you look like that." Jason made a complicated expression and said, "Are you completely uninterested in psychological trauma in some extreme situations?" ”

"So you admit that you're traumatized?"

Jason took a deep breath, as if trying to swallow his anger back, and he said in a calm tone, "We're not talking about this, don't go around in circles with me, I'm saying, I'm not going to stay here and do nothing." ”

Jason was about to continue when his eyes fell on the pile of paper in Schiller's hand, and he hesitated for a moment before saying, "Can I read that?" ”

Schiller raised an eyebrow, and Jason stared at the paper on which he had written, "I don't have to know what you're up to, but I think I can get a little bit of amusement from reading the text." ”

Much to Jason's surprise, Schiller pushed the wad of paper over, and Jason couldn't believe it was so simple, he thought it would take at least another 200 rounds for him to find a clue.

"Are you disappointed that your detective skills are nowhere to go?" Schiller laughed and said, "There really is nothing mysterious about me, you can look through my materials, but these academic materials will probably be quite boring." ”

"Or you can be more patient and wait until the evening, there will be a satisfactory answer."

Schiller stood up and left the table, and Jason buried himself in the pile of papers, not even noticing him leaving.

To Jason's disappointment, it was a fairly pure medical document, filled with a lot of jargon he couldn't understand, and he could only tell that it was some analysis of the symptoms of Creutzfeldt-Jakob disease neuropathic epilepsy.

At the end of the document is a hand-drawn diagram of lymphatic structures, which can be seen to be drawn in a short period of time, so it is a little sloppy, but even if Jason is not very good at anatomy, he can tell that the drawing should be more accurate.

As Schiller said, reading such purely academic materials can no longer even be said to be boring, but torturous, and even Jason, who is very willing and good at reading, is a little unbearable after reading a piece of paper.

The information he could get from this information was that Schiller was indeed studying these things as he said, and Jason had to guess that the research site should be the basement.

So what does this have to do with Batman?

Jason didn't think that Schiller had been hired by Batman to study something, and that there was no need for it.

Batman has some technical advisors, but usually helps him make weapons and equipment, and Batman does all the research and development by himself, which sounds amazing, but it is commonplace for Batman.

So if Batman wants to study something, there's no need to fake someone else, and there's no need to come to this desolate island and do it in a well-equipped Batcave, isn't it?

The most unpredictable thing is, what does all this have to do with him? Batman should know that he is even further away from the scientist.

Jason, sitting on the couch thinking about it all, didn't know when he had fallen asleep, but when he woke up, it was completely dark and the fireplace was blazing.

Schiller, who had always claimed to be busy, sat down on the couch across from Jason and said, "Do you have time to talk, Jason?" ”

"Isn't that up to you? Are you done? ”

"Pretty much." Schiller nodded and said, "Come and do some of the duties of a psychiatrist." ”

"I'm glad you haven't forgotten." Jason said sarcastically, "If this is your trick, it works, it changes a person who insists that he is not sick and does not need treatment, and makes him wait a day just to say a few words to you." ”

"I'm sorry, but I'm thinking about something more important, about myself." Schiller did not shy away from saying.

This made Jason a little suspicious, from his previous communication with the Bat Family, it can be seen that this doctor is from another universe, so what happens in this universe reminds him of himself?

"Do you want to talk about yourself?" Jason finally decides to take a risky step, which is an offer that any expressive madman can't refuse.

He may be influenced, but it is also possible to remain sane and get more out of what he has to say.

"Which part do you want to hear?"

Jason had to admit that he was still a little interested, so he said, "About how you turned yourself into a sheep." ”

Schiller raised his head slightly, leaned back and said, "I can't say that I am surprised by this, but everyone who sees this is very interested. ”

"Did you tell them?"

"Jason." Schiller was clearly careful in his choice of phrasing, saying: "Some people don't have the patience to listen, some don't dare to listen." ”

"I wouldn't be either." Jason said categorically, "I have a lot of patience and I don't feel scared. ”

"But you may act violently."

"Why?"

"The process is obviously not as rosy as you think." Schiller folded the fingers of his hands together and said, "People are crawling through trauma and growing." ”

"Do you want to tell me about your trauma?"

"I think you're mistaken."

At this moment, Jason held his breath, and at the same time that he saw the bright colors blooming on the suit, completely attracting his attention, Schiller seemed to be a different person.

"I'm usually someone else's trauma."

Run, run, run!

This was what Jason's instinct told him, and he regretted it in an instant, shouldn't he have turned the key of the clockwork half a turn and only looked at the soft wool side?

Schiller's tone changed, no longer slow, but with a sense of focused power, making it impossible to block the voice, and even if he didn't pay attention, he still drilled into his ears.

"Jason, you're being chased and feeling the fear of others in your hasty escape, and it's not the deepest valley a lamb can fall to."

Jason couldn't help but be intrigued, he knew it was dangerous, he knew it better than anyone, but he wanted to hear it.

"You are fortunate that you did not show any talent until you had the strength to defend yourself, and if you had not, you would have known that there is an animal that is the common enemy of the wolf and the sheep, the president and the shepherd."

"What's that?"

"Viper, because his venom kills with one blow, and no one dares to bet." Schiller said meaningfully: "When you have Venom, you are left with only two choices, to live forever in fear, or to bring fear to others." ”

Jason knew what Schiller had chosen.

"Death can put an end to the crimes of the wolves, but they will not repent, and the firm and powerful screams before they die will still bring unimaginable panic to the sheep, and make them panic and uneasy for the rest of their lives."

"You must crush the ridiculous pride of all those who dare to play with you, make them bow down, and give up their half-life doctrine to be trampled on, only to enjoy the death you have given you with gratitude, in order to truly put an end to those spiritual legacies."

Schiller stood up, Jason leaning against the back of the couch until Schiller walked to his side, and he didn't move, and at this moment he understood that Schiller was right.

Facing the lion in the room, someone can fight to the death, but if the poisonous snake entrenched on the ground has a venom that kills with one blow, it is better to stay still.

Schiller walked behind Jason, put his hand on one of Jason's shoulders, bent down and said, "Describe what you saw next, and tell me all about it." ”

In a moment of tension, a needle pierced the side of his neck, and Jason smelled fear.

His pupils dilated instantly, and he instinctively said, "No......"

Jason was back in the tiny room, his hands hanging from the ceiling, covered in wounds.

"Who are you?" The terrified voice asked.

"I'm Jason......"

Pain! Pain! Pain that is hard to resist.

"What do you see?" Schiller's voice came indistinctly, and Jason felt that he didn't have the strength to answer, but he felt his neck being strangled while the murderer waited for his answer.

Jason kicked weakly, tried to pull his mind away, and said, "The clown asked my name...... I...... Answered, he left a scar on me. ”

"Go on."

He asked again, another scar.

"Does it hurt?"

"Of course."

"He said Batman forgot about me...... I retorted to him...... Bleeding, a lot of blood...... He asked me to read the newspaper...... That's ...... There is Robin...... Heh......"

Jason looked like he was really going to suffocate, Schiller relaxed his arms a little, he gasped for breath and said, "He peeled off my skin...... Newspaper...... ...... on the wound"

"What's next?"

Jason couldn't speak, Schiller tightened the arm that grabbed his neck again, Jason continued to kick his legs, but he couldn't break free, he sighed for a long time, and finally said.

"He wants me to ...... Remember his name...... Clown...... Letter J......"

Schiller suddenly let go of his arm, and Jason lunged forward, knocking over the coffee table and falling to the ground.

Schiller walked up to his mouth and stuffed two pills, and Jason lay there gasping for a moment.

Schiller crouched down beside him and said, "You haven't forgotten, Jason, you remember the fear that the clown brought to you." ”

"You understand that even without fear gas, you will dream of him every night for the rest of your life, how he torments you, how he brings you pain and fear."

"Jason, what if Batman kills the Joker? Can he erase your memory? Can you erase the injuries you've suffered? ”

"Do you think he can watch you spend the rest of your life in pain? You know he can't, Jason, you know. ”

Jason shook his fists and Schiller grabbed him by the hair, turned his face to himself and said, "You want to say that he didn't even take the first step for you, didn't even avenge you, and didn't agree with you with his actions." ”

"Not really, Jason, he's changed quite amazingly, just skipping the red tape that doesn't matter...... You'll really have to take a look. ”

With that, under Jason's horrified eyes, Schiller single-handedly pulled up his 200-pound strong body, grabbed Jason's neck through the living room, walked down the stairs, dragged him to the basement door, and threw him to the ground.

Jason felt dizzy when he fell to the ground, but as usual, he didn't feel any hostility from Schiller, and Schiller didn't attack him, so what was he doing?

Through the light through the cracks in the basement door, Jason saw a sharp, lanky face with green hair, pale skin, and a large grinning red mouth.

The clown laughed at him through the crack in the door.

In the blink of an eye, it wasn't a clown, no clown's exaggerated makeup, just a strange man who fell to the ground.

And what made Jason mistaken was that the strange man had the exact same smile on his face as the clown, his eyes were closed, but the smile seemed to be engraved on his face.

Babbling, the basement door was pushed open, and Jason, who was lying on the floor, saw that Schiller walked in, picked up the man, and placed him on an operating table.

"His name is Henry, he's the new Joker, and Batman grabbed him and gave him to me."

Jason stiffened in shock, unable to move, while Schiller stood in front of the operating table and looked at him condescendingly, his face completely in shadow.

"Jason, come here. Cut him open, or I'll cut you open. ”

Fright Night is coming!

(End of chapter)