Chapter 1155

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

But Roman exploded directly, shouting at the top of his lungs: "You ignored my work! You only let that bunch of stupid police investigate!! You clearly knew everything long ago, yet you pretended not to know anything and acted here to play me!! You bunch of damn... damn..."

"Wait a second, let me interrupt." Bruce extended a hand, looked at Roman, and said: "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. 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 hard to know 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 keep pretending? Do you think I don't know that Batman is Bruce Wei En, that it's you yourself?!"

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

"You deliberately pretended not to know, just to break me psychologically!" Roman looked into Batman's eyes, nodded, and said: "Cat Getan vigilante... lives up to the 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 bother to look at, the one you threw to the ordinary police!!"

As he spoke, Roman's tone became filled with grief and indignation. He began to pace rapidly around the room and said: "I spent three whole months finding the perfect target, made the most meticulous plan, and achieved the best effect, but you... but you didn't even take a look at it! Do you know how much effort I spent? Isn't this exciting enough?!"

He plopped down onto the office sofa, covered his face with both hands, and said in a tearful tone: "Not only did you refuse to look, refuse to investigate in person, you even completely ignored me and came up with 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 made Schiller the second target?"

And the reason Bruce didn't say this was because he felt it was just too "Schiller."

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

"What on earth are you doing?!!" Roman stood up again, looked at Schiller in disbelief, and roared: "I am a serial killer! I am a psychopathic murderer!! A person who just cruelly murdered a doctor!!! Is standing right in front of you!! And you are still talking about a letter of recommendation?!!"

"Should we talk about you calling to harass me instead?" Schiller asked, looking at Roman.

Roman was stunned for a moment and said: "When did I call to harass you?"

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

Bruce also understood Schiller's meaning. He walked straight 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, the culprit of the hospital case."

After Gordon arrived, Bruce said nothing, just pointed at Roman. After Gordon took Roman away, Bruce looked at Schiller. Schiller 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 was 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 morally and academically excellent, doesn't do drugs, doesn't drink, and has a clear head when performing surgery?"

"But what exactly was special about Dr. Richard..." Just as Bruce was lost in thought, Schiller reminded him at the right time: "Don't forget, his second target was me, and serial killers love to look for commonalities in their targets."

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

Bruce suddenly turned his head and stared at Schiller. He narrowed his eyes slightly and said: "That Richard was also a serial killer?"

Before Schiller could continue to prompt him, Bruce said: "It seems that is indeed the case. I understand."

"What do you understand?" Schiller asked.

"I understand... a weakness of serial killers." Bruce walked to the sofa, sat down, revealed a smile, and 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 different from ordinary people's. Therefore, when they want to hide in ordinary society and disguise themselves as a member of the ordinary public, they always try too hard, don't they?... Professor Schiller."

Bruce read Schiller's name with extra weight. After looking away, he continued: "To prevent others from suspecting he is a bad person, he naturally has to disguise himself as a good person. But he doesn't know how to be an ordinary good person, so he can only choose to be a perfect person."

"Good morals, excellent ability, never arguing with others, and never even getting angry—this is the good person they imagine. They think that as long as they disguise themselves like this, they can integrate into ordinary society."

"So, that's why 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 killer's leg injured by Harley? Why does Roman's walking posture seem as usual, with no inconvenience?"

"……No." Bruce said aloud: "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 around the room while saying: "That day, I felt something was fishy. A person with such a severe leg injury could run so far back to the base, and almost leave no traces—even if he were rich, it would be impossible to do."

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

"The two of them committed the crime together. After the crime, they stayed at the hospital to observe the situation. One of them might have wanted to do something, but ran into Harley and got hit with 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 a companion who has no utility value?"

"I don't remember if I told you before." Schiller suddenly spoke: "Generally speaking, true serial killers do not cooperate."

Bruce recalled for a moment and then nodded: "That is indeed the case. Could it be that Roman is not a true serial killer?... No, I felt that cold-blooded temperament in him."

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

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

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

In his heart, if Schiller faced any single serial killer, the one who would be unlucky would definitely not be Schiller. 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 Schiller and asked.

"Do what?" Schiller leaned on his 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 Schiller." Bruce stared at Schiller and said. Schiller'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 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 was neither elegant enough nor dirty." Bruce raised an eyebrow and said: "……You have a very severe mysophobia."

"You are not Schiller." Bruce repeated again.

"I am." Schiller looked at him and said very seriously, but then he smiled and said: "It's just that, perhaps not the Schiller you know."

"Who exactly are you?"

"I already said, I am Schiller." Schiller stood up from behind the desk, walked in front of Bruce, folded the newspaper in his hand, and then looked up at Bruce and said: "Perhaps you should know that the Schiller you know is called 'Pride,' and perhaps you also know that he has another personality trait called Greed."

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

Schiller nodded, but then shook his head, smiled at Bruce, and said: "I used to be Sloth... but not anymore."

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

"Pride and the others merged to become stronger, Greed gained powerful strength, and the first thing they did after becoming stronger was... to realize Schiller's dream."

"Dream?" Bruce repeated this word.

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

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