Chapter 1124

Gordon looked back at Harley, not understanding why she reacted so intensely. Logically speaking, she shouldn't know Shiler.

Shiler smiled at Harley, but this didn't make her relax at all. She just stood behind Gordon, staring at Shiler the whole time, appearing very vigilant. Shiler looked at Gordon and said somewhat helplessly: "It seems she doesn't like me very much. You'll have to ask her yourself."

Gordon turned around, bent down again, looked into Harley's eyes, and asked: "You said the murderer wore a mask. What kind of mask did he wear?"

Harley shook her head vigorously, pursing her lips and not speaking. At this time, the head nurse walked up and said: "Regardless, she is still just a child. She shouldn't be staying here to be questioned after experiencing such a huge shock. She should go take a hot bath now and then get some rest."

Gordon sighed gently. He didn't want to put too much pressure on Harley either, so he turned his head and said to the head nurse: "Of course, I understand, ma'am. But if we don't find out about this matter early, the hospital will be even more chaotic."

"If Miss Quinzel provides any clues later, please be sure to tell me." After finishing, Gordon took two steps back and let the other two nurses take Harley away.

Bruce walked up and asked Shiler about hospital rules and doctor habits, but didn't gain anything, because psychiatrists were special; they participated less in the normal operation of the hospital, and their habits were different from other doctors. After asking a few questions, Bruce knew that he had no need to invite Shiler over today at all.

Now, he was already very clear about the serial killer routine. If this case had to be evaluated, it was "skilled, but not much."

An experienced policeman like Gordon could follow the clues to find leads. Bruce and Shiler gathering together was a complete waste of detective resources.

After Shiler returned to Arkham Asylum, Brand walked into his office and said to him: "You agreed to accept patients from Sheriff Gordon? I was even startled when they sent the patients over."

"Yes, these patients don't have obvious feedback to the antidote, and they have some mental problems. This is within our jurisdiction, isn't it? If you're too busy, go find Jonathan; he will help you."

Shiler stood next to the cabinet behind the glass screen, picked up the only remaining newspaper, and began to read it.

"It doesn't matter, we're empty here anyway." Brand touched his cheek and continued: "They also sent a batch of intern nurses over to help us with medication and infusions. The people have already arrived, and I've arranged for them to stay in the staff dormitory."

"By the way, because of the sudden increase in manpower, Mrs. Miller has taken over the management of the nurses and has become the head nurse again. Recently, you'd better not go to the inpatient department to take things."

After finishing, Brand said with some confusion: "Before, why haven't I seen Mrs. Miller always staring at you? Isn't the relationship between you two quite harmonious?... Also, why aren't you wearing finger cots when you take the newspaper? Aren't you afraid the ink will dirty your hands?"

Shiler turned his head and looked at Brand, saying: "If you're really idle, go to sleep. Tomorrow, when there are more patients, you'll be busy."

Looking at Shiler's serious expression as he carefully browsed the newspaper, Brand shook his head, but still turned and left.

Arkham Asylum spent another peaceful night. Except for the headlights of the ambulances that were constantly transporting patients, the building was plunged into pitch darkness, without any light.

Just at this moment, a window in the office building suddenly lit up with a "snap." Looking from outside the window, a small black shadow stood next to the desk, looking back in some terror.

Shiler, still in a suit and leather shoes, stood outside the door of his office, stretched out a hand to press the switch on the wall, and put his other hand in his trouser pocket. Looking at Harley, who was opening the office desk drawer, he said: "Miss Quinzel, your movements are surprisingly proficient."

After the initial shock and panic, Harley calmed down at an extremely fast speed, and, unhurriedly, closed the drawer, withdrew her hand, and said: "You misunderstood, I'm not here to steal things."

"But, it's more serious than that, isn't it?" Shiler still stood at the door, not walking into the room. He opened his mouth and said:

"I guess, from beginning to end, this was all a plan you designed. From meeting Gordon by chance, to showing your somewhat talented and evil characteristics, to entering the technical college to become a nurse, and then coming here with the team of transferred nurses, you must have had your eye on me for a long time, right?"

Harley put both hands behind her back, her eyes looking diagonally upward, seemingly not wanting to admit it, but suddenly, she became excited again. Looking at Shiler with bright eyes, she said: "I really didn't misjudge; we are the same kind of people!"

Shiler finally stepped into the room, reached out to close the door, looked at Harley, and said: "I don't know what your purpose is in doing this, but regardless of what the purpose is, it's not a reason for you to break into my office in the middle of the night. Even if you don't need to sleep, I need to rest. Now, can I ask you to leave?"

"Is this what you want to say?" A trace of disappointment appeared in Harley's eyes. She puffed out her cheeks, appearing a bit angry, and then said with a fast speaking speed: "I thought we would be like-minded, because we are the same kind, different from those ordinary people. You should welcome me, because I..."

"Ding-a-ling!"

The crisp telephone ringing interrupted Harley's words. Shiler and Harley turned their heads at the same time to look at the phone vibrating constantly behind the glass screen wall. Shiler sighed, walked over, picked up the receiver, and a voice came from the other side:

"You saw my work at Wayne Hospital, right?... This is what I said, I like killing, hahahahahaha!"

Speaking to the end, the other party's voice began to become more and more high-pitched. Because the room was very empty, the sound echoed constantly, and Harley also heard a few words.

She was like someone who had suddenly been stepped on the tail, ran quickly to Shiler's side, snatched the phone, and said to the other side:

"Huh? A greeting gift? That shabby greeting gift of yours isn't even as good as a toad in the sewer! Is your thigh okay? It should be amputated, right? How was that hit I gave you? You incompetent, stupid, hiding-your-head-and-showing-your-tail rat!"

"The case you did... you should recognize the madam in the red-light district of Mary Street as your godmother, because the case you did is just like her smelly leather shoes, dirty, uninteresting, and stinking!"

"You should go to the basement of the Ace Chemical Plant and find a rat to be your father, because what you are best at is running in to steal and drink dangerous chemical fuel, and you are still complacent, thinking you are the most genius thief in the world!"

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Harley bared her teeth, spitting out various insulting words at a fast speed.

And the person on the other side was obviously anxious too, shouting loudly: "So it was you! You damn bitch! A little brat! You actually hid in the utility room to ambush me, causing me to almost die. You just wait for me! I must let you know how powerful I am!

Finally, Harley hung up the phone angrily. Suddenly, she froze for a moment, slowly turned her head to look at Shiler, and Shiler looked at her with a smile.

"You listen to my explanation... you have to believe, I am not a rude person!... Yes, that's right, it's all because of him! He is really too stupid!" Harley took two steps back and said with a fake smile.

"Sir, you really should be more enthusiastic. I came here for you." Harley suddenly lowered her voice and said: "You don't know how hard I've been looking for someone of the same kind. My parents have both passed away, and I haven't chatted with anyone for too long. Can you chat with me?"

Shiler lowered his eyes and looked at her. Harley's features were very delicate, and one could tell she was a beauty in the making. At this time, the expectation on her face was also very sincere, her eyes were clear, and her expression was simple.

But Shiler didn't pay attention to what she said, but walked with big strides in the direction of the desk. Harley behind him suddenly changed her expression, stood on the spot, and shouted: "Where are you going? Come back! Come back!"

Shiler didn't stop his footsteps, and Harley quickly wanted to catch up with him. However, Shiler opened the bottom drawer door one step ahead of her. Inside, there was a dagger, and a few hours ago, it was still empty.

Shiler took out the dagger, threw it on the desktop, and it made a "clanging" sound. He looked at Harley and said: "Why, do you plan to send your greeting gift directly into my heart?"

Harley saw that the matter was exposed, and her expression sank. She twisted her mouth and then said: "To hell with the heart! Only that smelly rat would want to cut people's hearts because of ignorance!"

"A serial killer who has lived for so many years and still only has this level, he'd better hurry back to his mother's womb!" Harley rolled her eyes and said with disdain: "Even if he tries hard for another lifetime, he's just a butcher!"

As the words fell, Harley stared into Shiler's eyes again and said: "Seriously, I'm not joking. I really want to come and make friends with you."

Shiler didn't answer, but silently dropped his gaze on the dagger on the desktop. Harley pulled the corner of her mouth and smiled, saying: "I've only heard of your name, but I haven't seen you in person. I have to find some way to confirm whether you are living up to your reputation, right?"

"This isn't the first time you've used this kind of method." Shiler picked up the dagger, weighed it in his hand, and then said: "You deliberately pretended to be very afraid of me in front of Bruce and Gordon, wanting to arouse their suspicion of me..."

"Miss, you really are a born bad seed."

Unexpectedly, Harley crossed her arms and hummed, then said righteously: "I know you've been investigating serial murder cases and are a very famous criminal psychologist, but now it seems you're just so-so, actually mixing with that group of uninteresting ordinary people."

"Or is it that, actually, you are the same as me, just treating them as toys?" A trace of a smile appeared in Harley's eyes. She said: "Mixing among ordinary people, going to school and work step by step, going to see their uninteresting lives, how they perish in such mediocre content?"

"Or, in sudden events that will make them terrified, simultaneously playing the role of the murderer and the most innocent bystander, using the identity of an ordinary person to appreciate your own results?"

"Miss Quinzel, the time today is already too late. I think we should go back to rest first. Whatever it is, tomorrow we will..."

"Bang!"

The office door was pushed open, and Jonathan walked in with an excited face. He said: "Shiler! You definitely won't believe it! I thought of a good idea. It only takes a year and a half to prepare. Maybe by the end of next year, you can be in the newspaper..."

Shiler quickly moved his gaze to Harley's face. Seeing the confused expression Harley revealed, Shiler walked to Jonathan's side with big strides, covered his mouth, and then said: "Sorry, Miss Quinzel, this is one of my patients. He didn't take his medicine today, so he had an attack. I'll send him back to the ward immediately..."

"Ding-a-ling! Ding-a-ling!"

Shiler turned his head again to look at the phone that rang again. He let go of Jonathan, rushed over at the fastest speed, picked up the phone, and shouted at the other side: "Don't call again!

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After finishing, he hung up the phone, and then walked towards Harley again, picked her up by the back of her neck, threw her out of the office, and then, leaning against the door frame, shouted at her: "Hurry up and go back to sleep!