Chapter 1246: Lone Shadow Becomes a Pair (3)

"I came to find you because there is a bizarre case recently..."

Batman's voice sounded by the window. He and Schiller stood in front of the window of the mental hospital room, one on the left and one on the right, but they were not completely facing each other, but both turned sideways towards the window.

When the moonlight shone in from the window, it pulled the shadows of the two people very long, spreading parallel on the ground, and spreading to the walls and ceiling.

"Just yesterday, I received news that a serial murder case appeared in Cat Getan. The state of the victims was very strange. More importantly, the murderer left a death warning at the crime scene—'Bruce Wei En will die tomorrow'."

Batman's eyes stared tightly at Schiller. He found that Schiller's expression didn't change when he heard the name, so he continued: "Wei En Group is very important to Cat Getan. Once the leader and owner of the group dies accidentally, it will cause great chaos in the city."

"Regarding this case, do you have any views?"

"You should have already dealt with the murderer, otherwise you wouldn't be talking to me here so calmly. You excluded my suspicion the first time you saw me and thought I was a partner worth cooperating with. Why?" Schiller turned to look at Batman.

"I take back what I said before." Batman opened his mouth and made everyone feel somewhat surprised, but he was still very calm: "The serial murder case I mentioned is just a code name, referring to multiple cases with similar methods in a short period of time. In your view, that should not count as a serial murder case."

Batman could clearly see that the man opposite raised his eyes with some surprise, his fingers rubbing the fabric of the suit he was wearing while hugging his arms. There was no doubt that he was feeling pleasure.

"I know very well that even if the crime time is similar and the methods are similar, it may not be called a serial murder case. They didn't do all this for the sake of death itself, but to intimidate the living..." Batman said slowly.

"If they are kidnappers, then they should do what kidnappers do, take a gun, rush into Wei En Tower, point at Bruce Wei En's head and tell him he will die tomorrow, instead of stepping into a field they are not familiar with at all, using many meaningless murder cases to insult other people's brains." Schiller continued his words and commented.

"In fact, they did exactly that." Batman tapped the windowsill gently with his fingertips and said: "Yesterday they rushed into Wei En Tower, injured Bruce Wei En, and almost made him fall into meat paste."

Not surprisingly, Batman heard the sound of the person opposite spraying air gently with his nose, so he added another fire:

"When I saw you yesterday, I knew that you and them were not the same kind of people, or rather, you were completely opposite and born enemies, but they didn't have any politeness and just broke into your territory so rudely."

"Everyone who saw the corpses focused on the sentence they used to threaten Bruce Wei En. Except for me, no one paid attention to the state of the corpses."

"And I went up to check, just because those wounds were sloppy in their ferocity. I wanted to know how they ended the victims' lives in such a short time."

"It's over." Harley, in front of the screen, covered her eyes and said: "Not a single word is redundant. How much hatred is this?"

"Batman is probably happy to death." Jason stood up and lay on the back of the chair in the front row and said: "Just encountered a group of rude killers and was thinking about how to distract them, and picked up an orthodox serial murder case murderer on the way home, who is also an obsessive-compulsive perfectionist, and just happened to be missing a set of clean clothes. If it were me, I could laugh in my dreams."

"Schiller won't listen to him so easily, right?" Hal, holding a bucket of popcorn, leaned over and said: "That's Schiller."

"You don't have to be so anxious to draw a line with them, or emphasize their difference from me, to anger me."

When Schiller's voice sounded, Hal pointed at the screen and said: "Look, look, I said so! Schiller saw through Batman's purpose of wanting to use him, so how could he be fooled so easily?"

"However, I like your taste in clothes very much. Where is the crime scene?" Schiller changed the subject.

Hal slapped his forehead.

"Heh, Arrogance is so easily bought by small favors." Greedy's voice appeared behind the seat. He said: "Bruce Wei En is so rich, what is a customized suit? Shouldn't he provide a full-range private security service system design for Wei En Group and slaughter him for a big sum?"

"But Wei En Group doesn't need any security service system, right?" Hal turned his head somewhat doubtfully and said: "Even if it needs it, Batman will design it himself."

"Whether it needs it or not is not up to him." Greedy rolled his eyes and said: "It doesn't need it, can't I make it need it?"

On the other side, Bruce, who was sitting with Morbid, slowly turned his head towards Greedy's direction and silently noted down what Greedy had just said in his heart.

Mainly the sentence "Arrogance is so easily bought by small favors." He thought that at some point in the future, it would become the best anti-fraud guide. He was anti-fraud, Arrogance guide.

In the Batmobile, Batman withdrew his hand holding the steering wheel, turned on the car's automatic driving system, and said as if chatting with an old friend: "You have the smell of Cat Getan on you, but there shouldn't be a person like you here."

"Do you want me to praise your nose for being sharper than a dog's?"

Batman rubbed the hand armor of his other hand. He keenly noticed that the person sitting in the back seat seemed to be in a bad mood again. This didn't seem to be logical, so he said again: "Regardless, welcome to Cat Getan."

"Your way of welcoming is to stand by and watch from a distance when I fell from more than two meters high?"

Batman instantly understood, so he said: "At that time, I thought you were a corpse."

"In this city, humanoid objects falling from high altitude are mostly corpses. After I watched and waited, it wasn't an explosion, which made me feel very surprised."

"He is really good at talking." Jason sighed, and Harley nodded in agreement. But Clark, sitting on the edge, was completely confused. He spread his hands and said: "What are they talking about? Some riddle? Am I the only one who can't understand?"

Harley rolled her eyes, sighed, and said: "Alright, there's still a big fool here! Jason, quickly analyze what they are talking about with your genius little brain, and then tell us. Don't you love to show off the most?"

Jason pursed his lips, rolled his eyes, and said unhappily: "Why don't you tell it?"

"I'll tell it if I tell it!" Harley also stood up, propped her chin with her elbows on the front chair back, and then said: "It's very obvious that the suit Batman brought exceeded Schiller's expectations, making him feel surprised."

"And at this time, Batman said that there was no bomb on Schiller, which made him feel surprised, nothing more than saying, 'That suit was actually just a return of courtesy, you don't owe me anything'."

"If it wasn't for asking for help and intentionally pleasing, then Batman's subsequent act of drawing a line with those rude killers and pointing out that Schiller was different from them can also be understood as coming from the heart."

"Obviously, Batman wants to further deepen their relationship, from material to spirit, from the fit in shallow aesthetics to strengthening into resonance in worldview."

There was another person who was completely confused. Barry, sitting on the other side, had eyes almost dizzy into mosquito coils. He pointed at the screen and said: "Isn't Batman saying that in such a dangerous city, if I hadn't saved you, you would have become a corpse? Isn't this a naked threat? And the bomb thing, it sounds very scary. This must be a threat, right? Right?!"

Clark nodded vigorously and said: "At this time, shouldn't he explain, saying he was too far away, didn't have time to rush over, or didn't notice something falling from the sky, etc.? This is the actual situation, why doesn't he explain directly?"

"Batman is just like this!" Barry stood up again, pointing at the screen: "He doesn't say anything properly, never explains to others..."

"Is there a possibility that he explained, but you just can't understand?" Constantine stood on the side of the two children this time.

"This is also called explanation? Isn't this threat plus sarcasm?!"

Harley and Jason shook their heads in unison, sighed. Harley hugged her arms, shook her head, and said: "I've heard an interesting theory. People in this world are divided into two types, one is like a cat, one is like a dog. Obviously we are cats, and you are..."

"Enough!" Barry raised his hand to the sky and said: "I've always felt that a cat is a very difficult animal to understand. Sudden temper, sudden meowing, sometimes hiding from you like a hidden enemy, sometimes rubbing against your side, how can it be as enthusiastic and cute as a dog?"

"Although little Bruce is also quite cute, it is indeed harder to understand." Clark also shook his head and said: "On the contrary, I feel that a dog's enthusiasm is too much. It wags its tail and barks at everyone, and it makes people full of dog saliva. Sometimes it can simply be said to be rude."

The two sides of the argument made a "cut" at the same time, neither convinced the other.

Barry's eyes turned, and he said while recalling: "If it's divided like this, the people around Batman don't seem to be like him."

"Needless to say, Clark and I, Diana is slightly better, but it's limited. However, that group of children in the Bat family, oh, that is, the future you, they should also be more like cats, just like Batman. Then why don't they get along well?"

"Then why don't you ask why Schiller and Bruce don't get along?" Jason pointed out sharply: "The identity gap between father and son, teacher and student, which carries an age gap, is very difficult to communicate."

"So, Batman being aloof is our fault?" Barry said somewhat aggrievedly.

Even if he said so, when looking at the screen, he was still a bit self-doubting, because the atmosphere in the Batmobile at this time was becoming more and more harmonious.

"I don't like those New World red wines very much, especially barrel wine. I am used to having a fortified wine during casual conversation..." Schiller said.

"Sherry or Port?"

"Sherry."

"Very coincidental, I am also Sherry."

"Unfortunately, I opened a bottle of Chenin Blanc before coming here, but I didn't finish it. But fortunately, the temperature is not high, so it should be able to be preserved for a period of time. I hope it can wait for me for a few more days." Schiller shook his head, his expression full of regret.

"I prefer a lighter taste." Batman put his hand back on the steering wheel: "There is a good Muscadet in my wine cellar."

"As good as this suit?"

"Of course."

"Who can translate for me what they are talking about?" Barry had given up thinking: "Weren't they still talking about the murder case before? Is it too early to start talking about the type of celebration wine at this time?"

"They are just doing basic understanding." Constantine shrugged and said: "Even I can understand this."

"Shut up, you Englishman."

"Alright, the general meaning is that Schiller revealed some information about his origin to Batman. He doesn't like New World red wine, implying that he is a person from the Old World, and the so-called Old World is Europe." Constantine continued.

"The subsequent ones are even more obvious. The unfinished red wine can still be preserved, which shows that the place where he often stays now has a low temperature, which shows that his trip to Mexico might just be a trip."

"Combining these two points shows that he is a person living in a European and American cultural environment, not Latin America. This helps Batman understand the cultural taboos of the next conversation, and can also find some common topics that don't make mistakes, such as God or the Bible."

"Then what does it mean for Batman to mention what red wine he likes?" Barry asked,

Clark also said somewhat doubtfully: "When he said what red wine he had in his wine cellar, I thought he would invite Schiller to have a drink. If he said this to me, but didn't invite me, I would really feel a bit disappointed."

"No, his meaning is actually 'If you return the gift, you can choose light red wine. Sending me this will never be impolite'. Schiller asked if it was as good as his suit, which is telling Batman that he understood his meaning."

"My God! Spare me! I feel like I've returned to the time of doing discussion questions in school!" Barry slumped back into the chair, and Clark also shook his head, full of helplessness.

"Is it very surprising?" Morbid's voice contained a smile. He stared at Bruce's side profile and said: "You thought you would send a crazy opponent to another self, but didn't expect to send a compatible soulmate... talking happily."

Bruce's mouth turned downwards. Morbid turned his head back, leaned his body towards Bruce's side, stared at him from above his eyes, and whispered in his ear:

"The complexion is really ugly enough."

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