Chapter 1012: Scarecrow's Bad Luck (Part 2)

Just as Jonathan said, Batman had indeed learned a lot from Schiller, but actually, it didn't include his language style of equally breaking everyone's defenses. So, when Jonathan shouted that name, Batman felt a bit puzzled.

Because he knew that if Schiller were sitting here, the one being scolded and mocked would definitely not just be Jonathan. Those who hadn't even arrived, such as Green Lantern, Batman, Superman, and even the teachers at the freshman registration office, couldn't escape being innocent bystanders.

Batman's language style was like a sniper rifle: after determining the target, open the scope, aim, and kill with one shot.

And Schiller's language style was more like a machine gun, and an infinite-ammo one at that. Not to mention his frontal enemies, even a mosquito flying overhead would be shot down, arriving lightly equipped and leaving carrying two pounds of bullets.

Jonathan seemed to have lost patience. He said: "You cannot save Cat Getan... Batman!"

"But you might suffer from Alzheimer's, because you have already said this sentence once, just 2 minutes and 32 seconds ago." Batman immediately followed up.

With a "Bang—", the tremor of the table being slammed made the cup and water pot on the tabletop emit a crisp clattering sound.

"Do you know why this is? Because Cat Getan's rain, Cat Getan's rainwater contains a mysterious substance that will trigger the toxins in Cat Getan's metal. That will cause Cat Getan to fall into boundless darkness, never to rise again!"

"And then?" Batman asked.

Batman's calm expression did not exceed Jonathan's expectations, because he also knew that with Wayne's power, investigating these things was not difficult. He caught his breath, suddenly brought up another topic, and said:

"Do you remember? Back then, your investigation into the missing persons cases in the Morson District was fruitless, and those cases were precisely what I did."

"Your understanding of 'fruitless' is very special." Batman said bluntly: "We investigated every clue and caught you, sending you to a psychiatric hospital. If you think this is 'fruitless', next time I will remember to break your spine before sending you over."

"But you couldn't save those missing people. Do you know? When I was dissecting them, I felt very happy..."

"Originally, I could have killed them first and then dissected their corpses, but I didn't do that. This is not because I like to hear screams, but because of you, Batman!" Jonathan squinted his eyes.

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"When hearing them scream and curse at me, my pleasure didn't come from them themselves. They were just like fish on a chopping block; when dying, they were also boring."

"But whenever I thought that there was a vigilante who claimed to be righteous, searching bitterly for their whereabouts outside, harboring hope of being able to save them, while I was destroying this hope bit by bit, I felt excited to the point of trembling all over..." Jonathan's tone became excited.

Batman paused, pursed his lips into a line, and then evaluated: "Hmm... it seems you are a relatively typical serial killer."

Jonathan's expression froze. Batman rubbed the water cup with his finger and said: "Being able to obtain mental pleasure from harming others, and deceiving passersby and fooling the police makes you even more excited—very traditional, very typical."

"Are you crazy, Batman!" Jonathan stood up, spread his hands, and said: "Do you want me to tell you in detail about the miserable state of those victims? Shouldn't you come up and punch me? I am the kind of criminal you hate the most—cruel, evil, and completely unrepentant!"

"Indeed unrepentant, but cruel and evil... that depends on who you compare yourself with." Batman sat in the chair, looked up at Jonathan, and said: "I heard that the serial killer crime world has already undergone several rounds of innovation. Professor Crane, did they not notify you?"

Jonathan was stunned, because what Batman said was too matter-of-fact, so he instinctively asked: "What innovation? Who didn't notify me?"

"Committing crimes purely for the mental pleasure of killing has already been defined as a typical serial murder case. That is to say, it will appear on the first page of that section of textbooks, about dozens of pages away from those true strange cases."

Jonathan's complexion became darker and darker, but Batman still didn't stop. He continued: "And flipping forward two pages, perhaps it will mention certain stimuli in childhood that brought special hobbies to these serial killers."

"If flipping to the end, in some strange cases that destroy humanity or have yet to be solved, the killer is always conveying their philosophy to all the audience... So, Professor Crane, what is your philosophy?"

Jonathan was choked. His mouth was slightly open, seemingly eager to say something to answer Batman's question. But before he could think of an answer, Batman said: "It seems you don't need to answer, because if you and your cases were to be written on the last few pages, you wouldn't need to wait for me to ask you before you start thinking."

Just in the gap of Jonathan's silence, Batman remembered a casual chat he once had with Schiller.

Or rather, that shouldn't be considered a casual chat, but more like a time of relaxation to ease the atmosphere and ensure both sides didn't use violent means to solve problems while torturing each other over the wording of a thesis.

At that time, although Batman had already improved to a certain extent in terms of mental stability, he still hadn't completely opened his mind. He had neither been to the slums nor participated in the hell war.

But at the time, Batman had already been tortured by the thesis to the point of losing his mind, so he directly asked Schiller a question he felt was very fatal—what are serial killers actually afraid of?

But Schiller seemed to have no self-awareness at all, not hearing the targeting in Batman's words. He directly told Batman that if you want to scold a serial killer, there is one word that is best to use, and that is "typical."

As long as you say that he and the cases he committed are very typical, he will definitely have his defenses broken. Batman didn't believe it, so he asked Schiller what to do if the other side didn't have their defenses broken.

Schiller told him that if you clearly tell the other party with factual evidence that your case is very typical, but the other party doesn't get angry, it means he is not a true serial killer, at least not a born killer.

Next, Schiller also told Batman a secret that shocked him a bit, which was that the lunatics of the world communicate with each other. Simply put, they have a group.

Of course, communication methods weren't that developed now, but they still pay attention to each other's movements. The method is to collect newspapers from all over, look for major cases on them, explore each other's modus operandi, pay attention to those arrested, and compare themselves with them to determine their level within the group.

Batman actually wanted to ask Schiller what level he belonged to at the time, but his keen intuition and survival instinct made him shut his mouth to prevent himself from becoming one of the major cases.

Afterward, Schiller told him that if he wanted to further break the other party's defenses, he could directly point out that the other party's status in this group was very low, and no peer would feel amazed upon seeing his case. Even if there was a great hatred with the other party, one could completely use the ultimate weapon—"You are very mediocre."

Of course, beyond the ultimate weapon, there is also a weapon beyond the pale. Unless you have an irreconcilable hatred for the other party, it is best not to use it.

Unfortunately, Batman had a life-and-death hatred with every criminal.

"Batman, don't forget who you are! Aren't you a self-proclaimed executor of justice? When a murderer is standing in front of you, you just sit idly by and don't arrest him?!" Jonathan launched an attack again.

Batman withdrew his hand from the tabletop, folded his hands, and placed them on his lap. He sat up straight, his back against the chair.

This posture of his made Jonathan very unhappy. It reminded him of a boring person, Don Falcone.

Jonathan didn't know why he would see the shadow of the Don on Batman. They clearly shouldn't have had any intersection, or rather, Batman was the Don's enemy, and in Batman's eyes, the Don should also be a hateful criminal.

Yet Jonathan indeed clearly saw the bearing and composure that had shocked an entire era of Cat Getan on Batman. Batman looked at Jonathan and said:

"Why are you so focused on me?"

When Batman first asked this question, Jonathan didn't react for a moment, but afterward, Batman pursued:

"Why, from the moment I entered the door, your gaze has been fixed on me? Why do you keep paying attention to my reactions? Why do you now demand that I arrest you? Am I very important to you?"

Batman's gaze toward Jonathan was very sincere, as if he really didn't understand the answer to these questions. But Jonathan was suddenly stabbed as if by a knife, almost jumping up from the dining table. He said: "How could I be focused on you?! What is so special about you?! You are the same as those ordinary people, mediocre and stupid, and even more absurd than them!!"

"Then I will call Sheriff Gordon now, put handcuffs on you, and send you to the police station. There will be professional doctors to conduct a psychiatric evaluation for you. If you are really a mental patient, they will be responsible for sending you to the hospital."

Batman stood up, like a guest who had finished dining and wanted to leave. But Jonathan suddenly roared like a madman:

"Batman!! What are you doing?!! Aren't you a vigilante?! Aren't you the embodiment of justice? Why don't you arrest me?!!!"

"I understand... I understand..." Jonathan suddenly began to pace in place. He said: "You are despising me! You are looking down on me! You think I am just an ordinary criminal, not worth your effort. My God, are you blind?!!!"

Jonathan suddenly stopped. He reached out his hand, pointed at the door, and said: "How many people can those ordinary murderers and those gangs kill? Ten? Twenty? But I have killed at least two hundred people!!!"

Batman still looked at him calmly and said: "Then you are very suitable to work on the assembly line of a slaughterhouse."

Jonathan took a deep breath, as if he wanted to suck up all the oxygen in the room. His body began to tremble uncontrollably. He clutched his chest and said: "Batman, how can you have such a narrow perception of me?! You don't even know my modus operandi! How do you know how much effort I spent arranging it, and how perfectly I executed it?!"

"My teacher often says one sentence: if the result is wrong, there is no process score." Batman continued.

"But... but do you know what kind of results I achieved?!" Jonathan grabbed his hair like a madman, slammed his elbow against the wall beside him, and shouted: "I discovered long ago that Cat Getan's rainwater had a problem! So, I spent four years solving this problem!!!"

"You sought me out because I poisoned Cat Getan's drinking water, right? But I tell you, that is not poison, but an antidote!"

"That kind of hallucinogen originates from the fear toxin, but it has another function. It can induce the toxins that rainwater has permeated into the human body!"

"Their process of going mad is actually the hallucinogen fighting the toxins in the body. In the end, my antidote will surely defeat the poison and completely eliminate the toxins in the rainwater!"

"I am a hero, just like you, Batman. I have done more than you!!" Jonathan roared hysterically: "I am the true savior of Cat Getan, and yet you treat me like a criminal, wanting to kill and arrest me!!"

Batman paused and said: "However, I didn't want to kill you, nor did I want to arrest you."

"Uh..." ===== CHAPTER 1013 =====