Chapter 1252

"When Schiller met Batman, although there were only the two of them, the process of Gordon taking them to the cold storage under the Cat Getan Police Department was public. Many police officers saw their whereabouts. Do you think every police officer in the Cat Getan Police Department will perform their duties?"

Bruce was also stating a fact in a question. Hal shook his head and said, "The vast majority of cities with poor public security have corrupt police. Even in a city like Haibincheng where gangs don't amount to much, there are many police officers who take bribes just to open the door for those smugglers who go by sea."

Jason nodded knowingly. Harley sneered, narrowed her curved eyes, and said, "Professor Schiller said 'the murderer hates the victim,' which means that this murderer must hope that the victim's tragic state is seen by everyone. He must hope that the person he cruelly murdered, the corpse that has been messed up, appears in front of the public and loses the last shred of dignity. This is part of his revenge behavior."

"So, he will definitely pay attention to the whereabouts of the corpse and will definitely use informants in the police station to understand how many people saw the results of his revenge, how they speculated about his cruel criminal process, and how they scolded him for being cunning. This can satisfy his arrogance and vanity."

Bruce glanced at Harley. Diana reached out and put her arm around the little girl's waist, pressed her onto the seat next to her, touched her head, and said, "What did your parents teach you?"

"My parents died long ago, and they died miserably," Harley said indifferently, "Because of their stupidity, because of their fear of me."

Diana stroked Harley's back. She knew this was another dark story, but she also knew that there were too many dark stories in Cat Getan. At least this little girl could come here, and most of the people here could protect her.

"As she said, the murderer must know that Batman took a stranger to see his masterpiece," Constantine said, pinching his chin with his fingers, "The murderer must know something about Batman, but obviously, he is also afraid of Batman. I'm afraid he is worried that Batman will expose him."

"While fearing being punished, he also wants to know how Cat Getan City's great detective evaluates his masterpiece. And to satisfy both of these psychologies, he originally only had one choice, which was to go to Gordon. But Schiller's arrival gave him a second choice."

Barry also frowned and began to analyze. Although the Flash is not a typical detective image, he has actually worked in the judicial system longer than anyone else present, especially in the physical evidence technology center. He has seen all kinds of murder cases, and his grasp of the murderer's psychology is no worse than anyone else present.

"That is to say, the murderer will go to Schiller," Bruce concluded, "He is curious about Schiller's identity and also wants to know from Schiller how Batman evaluates him."

"Throwing himself into the net," Hal snorted coldly.

Diana shook her head and said, "Not necessarily. Obviously, neither Schiller nor Batman treats this murderer as their biggest opponent. Anyone can see that their biggest enemy is each other."

"Batman invited Schiller to participate in Bruce Wei En's party, wanting to see how Schiller obtains a reasonable identity. Schiller also needs an opportunity to change from a visitor from outer space to a social person with an identity background, and then get a ticket to participate in the party."

"You mean, Schiller will choose to cooperate with the murderer?" Clark stared at the screen and said, "Although I don't quite understand your previous reasoning, it seems now that both Batman and the murderer want to use Schiller, and Schiller also wants to use them."

"Exactly," Bruce confirmed Clark's inference.

Just as his voice fell, with a "creak," the door of the mansion was opened. Schiller looked at the uninvited guest who had just pressed the doorbell through the crack of the door.

The man opposite was wearing a long trench coat, a slightly old-fashioned hat, an expensive suit underneath, cufflinks with three quite clear rubies, and dazzling diamonds embedded on the watch that was half-exposed.

"Hello, sir. I am Lincoln March. I apologize for visiting you without an appointment. I know I didn't make an appointment. I just came from the community service center. There was no record of your phone number in the yellow pages, so I had to come and knock on the door. I hope you can forgive my rudeness."

This man named Lincoln March took his hat off his head. He had well-groomed black short hair. His eyes might be dark blue, but because he was facing the light, the color looked darker, more like dark brown or black.

Schiller held the door frame with one hand and placed the other hand on the door, never giving March a position to enter. At this time, March took a box in front of him and said, "I came too hurriedly and didn't have time to customize any decent gift, but this letter opener from Sri Lanka is embedded with twelve gemstones representing the zodiac. I hope you will like it."

After the box was opened, a small dagger lay in the box. Gorgeous gemstones were embedded on the hilt, and the light emitted was colorful. Schiller showed a smile, as if he had been pleased. He let go of one hand and stepped aside to make way.

The brilliance of the gemstones was reflected in Schiller's pupils. The smile there did not reach the bottom of his eyes, and even the layer floating on the surface carried a trace of coldness and disgust.

"Schiller is not happy," Hal said while nodding, stating an obvious fact.

Clark spread his hands and said, "Facing a murderer, no one would be happy. What's more, if Schiller wants to use him, he has to talk to him nicely. If it were me, I would go crazy."

"That's not the point," Bruce shook his head and said, "The point is that the gift is not to his liking, or rather, the gift is not bad, but he explained too much."

"I hate people who show off their knowledge like this," Diana frowned slightly and said in a slightly arrogant tone, "There are too many such people. When giving gifts, they seem to be afraid that the stupid, beauty-loving women they imagine won't understand the meaning behind the high-end gifts they prepared."

"They want to please the opposite sex with the beautiful appearance of gemstones, but they also feel that the other party is too superficial to understand them at all, so they must explain. They can't control their lustful hearts, and they can't let go of their poor self-esteem. They are like clowns."

Bruce turned his head to look at the side face of this beautiful princess. The light and shadow flowed along Diana's brow bone and bridge of the nose, stopping under her lips, carrying a kind of sophisticated charm that makes it hard to refuse.

Precisely because society requires men to be mature and women to be childlike, both green men and mature women have extra charm.

Bruce tried hard to turn his head back and said, "As soon as this Mr. March opened his mouth, he exposed his impatience."

"He tried hard to explain to Schiller that he had already been to the community center to check the yellow pages, but just couldn't find Schiller's page, so he had to knock on the door, which was slightly unreasonable. This guilty attitude doesn't look like someone asking for help, but rather like self-comfort."

"Excellent detectives in this world have their own styles, but clumsy third-rate detectives are surprisingly consistent."

When Bruce continued to speak, everyone turned their eyes to him. No matter what their relationship with Bruce was, everyone present could not deny that Batman is the smartest person in the world.

"They are very accustomed to doing redundant things and making many unnecessary explanations, but the motivation is not to achieve results, but to comfort themselves, as if once these words are said and these things are done, the effect they imagined has already been achieved."

"They only focus on their own actions, not on other people's reactions. If others don't give the expected reaction, they think it's the other party who is stupid, not that they did something wrong."

Accompanied by Bruce's steady tone, March, who walked into the room, raised his head to look around. When he saw a bronze sculpture covered in mud on the shelf, his eyes turned, and he curled his lips slightly, but soon put on a smile again and said to Schiller:

"It seems you have many very special collections. I am the same. Beauty is innocent. Even if it is not appreciated by the public, artists will always meet collectors who resonate with their souls."

"He is not a real socialite," Greed Schiller said, leaning his elbows on the back of the chair and standing in the back row, "He neither understands collecting nor art."

"You guys can tell again?" Clark looked at Bruce's expression first, then at Greed's expression, sighed, and said, "One day I will have to be like Barry and tell everyone you guys can predict the future."

Diana shook her head and said, "Collectors of niche art never take pride in being niche. They accept others' praise for their aesthetics, but the premise is that they have something to say."

"Most real niche collectors collect items that do not conform to mainstream aesthetic trends, not to show that they are special. But March obviously thinks so. His focus is on proving that he is different from ordinary people, but this is exactly what niche collectors hate most. It's too superficial," Bruce continued smoothly.

"Niche is not cheap at all, sometimes even more expensive. Mainstream collectors always have a bias when understanding niche collectors, feeling that they are just trying to prove their difference by specializing in these strange things."

"In daily life, they have encountered too many people who superficially understand or even despise their inner love, only understanding them as clowns who seek attention. Therefore, flattering them for being special and different from the public is completely shooting oneself in the foot, and it is counterproductive."

After Diana's words fell, Clark sighed deeply and said, "Thank my parents, thank them for running a farm, thank Smallville, my simple hometown, for making me a small-town youth, instead of living in these riddles every day like you and Bruce."

"I'm really sorry to bother you so late, but I was so engrossed in talking about Cat Getan investment with Mr. Wei En at Wei En Tower earlier that I delayed my schedule a bit. I hope you don't mind."

As soon as March opened his mouth, the corner of Bruce's mouth outside the screen twitched, and he repeated what he had said:

"Seemingly unintentionally revealing his investment level, putting himself in a high position to gain others' trust..."

"So, do you know him?" Clark turned his head and asked.

"Scammers all over the world say they know me," Bruce turned to look at Clark and said, "Haven't you received scam calls? Haven't you heard scam companies say they have hundreds of millions of dollars in business dealings with Wei En Enterprises?"

Clark was stunned for a moment, but then he covered his mouth with his fingers, seemingly to hide his smile. Diana also laughed out loud. The owner of Wei En Enterprises saying this himself really makes people feel a kind of ridiculous humor.

"Sit down, Mr. March."

Schiller pointed gently at the single chair on the left side of the table in the reception area, and the next second, March threw his trench coat on the back of the single chair on the right.

The moist water vapor from walking by the river and the dust stuck to the fluff on the surface of the coat rose together. The light refracted countless light spots, and in Schiller's eyes, a lively ball was held.

"It's over!"

Harley and Jason shouted in unison.