Chapter 1135: Professor (15)

Hearing Roman's words, Shiler and Bruce were both stunned. Afterward, they looked at each other and said in unison, "You two are in cahoots?... I'm not familiar with him."

But Roman exploded directly. He shouted at the top of his lungs, "You ignore my work! You only let that group of stupid police investigate!

You clearly knew everything long ago, yet you pretended to know nothing and acted here to play me!

You group of damn... damn..."

"Wait a moment, let me interrupt." Bruce extended a hand and looked at Roman, saying, "What exactly is wrong with you?"

Before Roman could speak, Bruce said, "Alright, Roman, I know your father has put a lot of pressure on you, but I can help you solve this matter. This isn't charity or anything; it's just friends helping each other. If you feel bad about it, you can help me in the future."

"Bruce Wei En! Batman! You idiot!

!" Roman shouted Bruce's name loudly, and the word sandwiched in his speech made Bruce frown. He said with some surprise, "What are you talking about? Roman? Alright, with your family's strength, it's not difficult to know that I'm funding Batman, but this is part of my charity work..."

But Roman looked at him gloomily and said, "Do you still intend to continue pretending? Do you think I don't know that Batman is Bruce Wei En, that it's you yourself?!"

A trace of helplessness appeared on Bruce's face. Just as he was about to continue explaining, Roman sneered and said, "You two, from the day I committed the crime at the hospital, you should have guessed my identity, right?"

"You deliberately pretended not to know, and it was nothing more than to break me psychologically!" Roman looked into Batman's eyes, nodded, and said, "Cat Getan vigilante... well-deserved reputation."

Bruce opened his mouth, then licked his lips, looked Roman up and down, and said, "You just said that the case at the hospital was done by you?"

"That's right!" Roman gritted his teeth and said, "It was that case, the one you didn't even put in your eyes, the one you threw to ordinary police!"

"

As he spoke, Roman's tone became filled with grief and indignation. He started pacing quickly in the room and said, "I spent a full three months finding the most perfect target, making the most meticulous planning, and achieving the best effect, but you... but you didn't even look at it! Do you know how much effort I spent? Isn't this exciting enough?!"

He sat down on the office sofa with a thud, covered his face with both hands, and said in a tearful tone, "Not only did you refuse to look, refuse to investigate personally, but you even completely ignored me and thought of such a vicious method to humiliate me... Very well, you succeeded, okay!

"

Bruce opened his mouth. He almost blurted out, "So, you are the genius killer who took Shiler as the second target?"

And the reason Bruce didn't say this was because he felt it was simply too Shiler-like.

Regarding the details of these cases, Bruce really had some parts he didn't understand. Just as he was about to open his mouth to ask, Shiler spoke to Roman, "I'm sorry, I won't write recommendation letters for anyone other than my students. If being rich enough could change my decision, the Bruce Wei En in front of you wouldn't have almost failed to graduate."

"What exactly are you doing?!

" Roman stood up again. He looked at Shiler in disbelief and roared, "I am a serial killer! I am a perverted murderer!

A person who just cruelly murdered a doctor!

! Standing right in front of you!

You are actually still talking about some recommendation letter?!"

"Then, should we talk about you calling to harass me?" Shiler looked at Roman and asked.

Roman was stunned and said, "When did I call to harass you?"

"So, that wasn't you?" Shiler was also a bit surprised, but afterward, he shook his head and said, "Then it seems we have even less to talk about."

Bruce also understood Shiler's meaning. He walked directly to the door, picked up the phone, and said to the other end, "Hello? Commissioner Gordon? There is a murderer here who needs you to come and arrest... Yes, that's right, the culprit of the hospital case."

After Gordon came over, Bruce didn't say anything, just pointed at Roman. After Gordon took Roman away, Bruce looked at Shiler. Shiler made a gesture of invitation. Bruce touched his chin and began to analyze:

"He just emphasized that he chose a perfect target, which means Dr. Richard must have had something special about him; otherwise, he wouldn't have emphasized it so much."

"The head nurse's description of Dr. Richard is indeed a bit strange. If what the head nurse said is true, then Dr. Richard doesn't sound like a Cat Getan local at all. How could Cat Getan have such a doctor who is excellent in character and learning, doesn't take drugs, doesn't drink, and has a clear head when going into the operating room?"

"But what exactly is special about Dr. Richard..." Just as Bruce was lost in thought, Shiler reminded him at the right time, "Don't forget, his second target was me, and serial killers love to find commonalities in their targets when committing crimes."

"Commonalities..." Bruce pondered for a moment and then said, "That's right, you two are both doctors, but besides that? Wait..."

Bruce suddenly turned his head and stared at Shiler. He narrowed his eyes slightly and then said, "That Richard is also a serial killer?"

Before Shiler could continue to prompt, Bruce said, "It seems that's indeed the case. I understand."

"What do you understand?" Shiler asked.

"I understand... a weakness of serial killers." Bruce walked to the sofa and sat down, revealing a smile, and then said, "Their weakness lies in the fact that they are not ordinary people."

"Their emotions are naturally weaker than ordinary people's, and their behavioral patterns are also different from ordinary people's. Therefore, when they want to hide in the society of ordinary people and disguise themselves as a member of ordinary people, they always try too hard, don't they?... Professor Shiler."

Bruce read Shiler's name with extra weight. After moving his gaze away, he continued, "In order to prevent others from suspecting that he is a bad person, he naturally has to disguise himself as a good person. But he doesn't know how to be a normal good person, so he can only choose to be a perfect person."

"Good moral character, excellent ability, never arguing with others, and not even getting angry at all—this is the good person they imagine. They think that as long as they disguise themselves like this, they can integrate into the society of ordinary people."

"Therefore, Dr. Richard had such a good reputation. He is a very typical example of someone who wants to disguise himself as an ordinary person to integrate into society but tries too hard."

"However, there is another suspicious point. Wasn't the culprit's leg injured by Harley? Why does Roman's walking posture seem as usual, without any inconvenience?"

"... No." Bruce said, "Roman should have an accomplice. Perhaps that day, it wasn't one person who stayed at the hospital, but two. After one was injured, the other saved him."

"That's right, it must be like this." Bruce stood up from the sofa, pacing in the room while saying, "That day, I felt something was tricky. A person with such a severe leg injury could still run so far back to the base, and almost left no traces. Even if he had money, it would be impossible to do."

"But if he had an accomplice, everything would be explained."

"They committed the crime together. After the crime, they stayed at the hospital to observe the situation together. One of them might have wanted to do something, but bumped into Harley and took a shovel."

"He jumped out of the window desperately, and his accomplice saved him, took him to the base, and treated him... However, can such an injury really heal?" Bruce said with some doubt, "Wouldn't these cold-blooded and inhumane guys abandon companions who have no utility value?"

"I don't remember if I told you before." Shiler suddenly spoke, "Generally speaking, real serial killers don't cooperate."

Bruce recalled for a moment, then nodded and said, "That's indeed the case. Could it be that Roman isn't a real serial killer?... No, I felt that cold-blooded temperament in him."

"But there is one exception." Shiler continued, "That is, when they have a common enemy."

"A common enemy? You mean..." Bruce cast his gaze on Shiler. He still remembered that he had seen on the note he left in Roman's base before that serial killers all wanted to kill Shiler.

"You mean, all the serial killers who come here will cooperate?" Bruce's complexion became somewhat heavy.

In his heart, if Shiler faced any single serial killer, the unlucky one would definitely not be Shiler. But if he faced a group, and a group of serial killers who would cooperate, it might really not be certain.

"Don't you intend to do something?" Bruce looked at Shiler and asked.

"Do what?" Shiler leaned on the office chair, showing no sign of tension at all. He picked up the newspaper beside the desk and started reading, while Bruce slowly frowned.

"You are not Shiler." Bruce stared at Shiler and said. Shiler's eyes appeared from above the newspaper, looking at Bruce. Before he could speak, Bruce pointed at the newspaper and said, "When you read the newspaper before, you would definitely wear finger cots because you felt that the ink would dirty your hands."

"And, I have seen the serial murder cases you concocted. You would never get yourself covered in blood because you felt that it was neither elegant enough nor dirty." Bruce raised an eyebrow and said, "... You have a very severe mysophobia."

"You are not Shiler." Bruce repeated again.

"I am." Shiler looked at him and said very seriously. But afterward, he smiled and said, "It's just that, perhaps not the Shiler you know."

"Who exactly are you?"

"I already said, I am Shiler." Shiler stood up from behind the desk, walked to Bruce, folded the newspaper in his hand, and then looked up at Bruce, saying, "Perhaps, you should know that the Shiler you know is called 'Arrogance'. Perhaps, you also know that he has another personality trait called Greed."

"So, you are also one of the Seven Deadly Sins?" Bruce asked.

Shiler nodded, but then shook his head, smiled at Bruce, and said, "Once, I was Sloth... but not anymore."

Shiler tilted his head slightly, looking at the scene outside the window behind Bruce, and he spoke slowly:

"Arrogance merged into one and became stronger, Greed gained powerful strength, and the first thing they did after becoming stronger was... to realize Shiler's dream."

"Dream?" Bruce repeated this word.

"That's right, the current me is the product of them using their enhanced strength to realize the dream." Shiler looked at Bruce with a smile and said, "Now, you can call me—'Mediocrity'."

"Or, just call me... an ordinary person."

"Or, just call me... an ordinary person."