Chapter 1255

"It seems that Batman has also set his sights on you. Since that's the case, we can cooperate. I know what you want, and I have the ability to provide you with what you want."

March sat down hard on the single sofa on the 1st floor. The rude movement made the chair make a "creak" sound. Schiller, who was standing by the fireplace, frowned, but March seemed to be unaware.

The single sofa on the 1st floor has a lower back and a longer seat. March was sitting on it in a very relaxed leaning posture, giving people an unconscious sense of relaxation. Once a person feels relaxed, they want to stretch their body, just like sitting on a bed in a bedroom.

So, March put his feet on the coffee table, crossed his hands on his lower abdomen, looked at Schiller and said, "Batman will watch your every move in the dark. Even for a local in Cat Getan, no one can escape his pursuit. Being an enemy of him is not a wise choice, but since you have already done so, it is better to plan your own retreat."

"He is emphasizing his control over the situation," Bruce said very calmly when the screen was frozen on March's face, "But he used the most stupid method."

"Sometimes, actively breaking old etiquette rules and appearing rude and unreasonable is a way to emphasize a sense of control, that is, the current situation is under my control. No matter how unreasonable I am to you, you cannot resist."

The morbidly heavy voice sounded like it was flowing out of a record player, as if there was a screen between him and the others. The vague smile sounded like it was comforting, but it made people's nerves tense.

"This is the first step in controlling others' spirits. When the situation is favorable to oneself, try to invade the other party's territory and force the other party to accept and get used to all this, and then push for more, until the other party's thoughts are brought into one's own control range."

Everyone sitting on the other side turned to look at him, but the morbid one just looked at the screen. The light of the screen flowed in his desolate gray eyes, like waves choosing the most crystal-clear sand.

"The fools in this world can generally be classified into several types, among which the most stupid one is 'untimely'. This kind of person can't figure out the situation, neither understands their own position nor others'. They use their own behavioral logic to speculate on others' reactions, and then use the imagined results to reverse their own actions."

"For example, this Mr. March, who imagines that Schiller must be afraid of Batman like him, so he has to talk to him. He takes this as a predetermined conclusion and reverses that he can invade Schiller's territory, feeling that Schiller will have no way to deal with him."

"And next, if others don't give them the reaction they want, they will seem to be pressed by some kind of switch, start to become incomparably manic, lose their minds, and can no longer discuss things on their merits, but just pour out emotions or morally kidnap others."

Diana, Barry, and Hal couldn't help but frown. Obviously, the morbid description made them think of certain people. The disgust that surged from their hearts made them have to admit that the morbid one was right. This kind of person is really annoying.

"Will Schiller continue to tolerate him?" Constantine pursed his lips tightly and said, "This level of unreasonableness, even a good-tempered person can't stand it, right?"

"I understand now, this is actually Batman's trap," Barry said with his arms crossed, "He is best at giving criminals such difficult problems that are not pleasing on both sides. If Schiller can't tolerate March and takes action against him, then Batman can be the oriole behind. If Schiller realizes this, then he can only endure March's rudeness."

"Anyway, no matter which one, Professor Schiller will be very uncomfortable," Barry shrugged and said.

"The means to make a person look ugly are not just violence. What's more, Schiller can also use violence, but in a more decent way."

After the morbid words fell, Schiller on the screen had walked away from the fireplace. He walked up to the 2nd floor along the stairs again, and March kept turning his head, always following him with his gaze.

"You are right, Mr. March. I did have a small conflict with Batman, but do you know what we were arguing about?"

Just as March was about to ask, Schiller said directly: "We were arguing about the corpse we saw earlier and the murderer who committed this murder case."

Schiller walked to the edge of the 2nd-floor patio, turned his back, looked up, stretched out a hand, and rubbed the books with his fingertips, saying:

"I said he was completely wasting his time. Instead of chasing this murderer, it's better to put his mind on the potentially existing killer organization. No matter how you look at it, a killer organization that has killed several people and may continue to kill is more dangerous, right?"

"You... you think that case wasn't done by a killer organization?" March's body stiffened.

"Isn't this obvious?" Schiller stood by the bookshelf looking for books, then he opened his mouth as if suddenly realizing, "Oh, how could I forget, Mr. March, you haven't seen the corpse."

"If you had seen the corpse, you wouldn't have this question. Yes, the recent murder case, that is, the case where poor Mr. Erem was murdered, was not done by the murderer of the previous murder cases, but by another murderer."

"Oh, really?" March's fingertips trembled. He asked seemingly unintentionally: "To tell you the truth, I am also a bit interested in reasoning. Can you tell me how you discovered it?"

"Of course, I also need someone to agree with my point of view," Schiller took a 19th-century poetry collection from the bookshelf, leaned his arm on the railing, and said while flipping through the book:

"The most obvious is that Mr. Erem died very painfully, not killed with one blow as in the previous cases. Commissioner Gordon and Batman both inferred that the murderer had a grudge against Erem, so he tortured him like this."

"If you had seen the corpse, you would know that Mr. Erem died too miserably and was very painful before he died."

March's breathing frequency became faster, his chest heaved constantly, but he still made a cross on his chest and said: "Is that so? God bless him. Although I have no intention of questioning the conclusion of the world's greatest detective Batman, did he say any other conclusions about the murderer?"

"Of course, he originally wanted to say it, but I interrupted him."

Even standing on the 2nd floor, Schiller could clearly hear the sound of March taking a deep breath on the 1st floor. Schiller smiled and continued: "I told Batman, you'd better hurry up and investigate the killer organization, don't waste time here."

March's hand gripping the chair armrest tightened, as if he had spent a lot of effort to let go. He covered his mouth with his hand and asked in a low voice: "Why would you say that? Shouldn't Batman arrest the cruel murderer in the first place?"

"You are wrong about that," Schiller paced on the 2nd floor with the book. The dull sound of leather shoes stepping on the floor pulled March's heartbeat.

"When I worked in the FBI, I had seen many cases. To tell you the truth, if viewed from a more objective and rational perspective, individual crime and passion killing are actually the least harmful kind of murder. On the contrary, large-scale organized crime, or what can be called terrorist attacks, is the most worthy of attention and investment of manpower."

Speaking of this, Schiller suddenly stopped, turned to stare at March and said: "Ordinary people with a little common sense should also know that compared with temporary revenge, killer organizations are more dangerous and should be dealt with in the first place. Only in this way can the life and property safety of taxpayers be guaranteed to the greatest extent."

March took his feet off the coffee table. Obviously, he was not so relaxed anymore, but he still leaned on the back of the sofa, deliberated and said: "Yes, but won't the murderer's cruel way of committing crimes bring a very bad influence?"

"You are worrying too much," Schiller looked up slightly, smiled at March and said: "The so-called cruelty, oh, sorry, this is actually not the wording of Batman and me, or even Commissioner Gordon's. It was said by the little police officer who led us to the cold storage where the corpse was kept. He had just transferred from Central City not long ago. You also know that the public security conditions there are first-class. He is completely making a fuss."

"This murderer can't be called cruel at all," Schiller shook his head and said: "In the archives of the FBI over the years, serial killers more terrible than him are as numerous as the sea."

"Since he is torturing the deceased, let's talk about the act of 'torture'. He pierced the deceased's lungs with a sharp weapon, but didn't let the deceased die immediately, but let the deceased choke to death on his own blood. Well, the deceased was quite painful when he died, but this has nothing to do with cruelty."

March's face became a bit stiff. He opened his mouth, and some words were about to blurt out, but the next second, his reason stopped him. March's two thumbs began to rotate constantly, and he asked in a low voice: "Is this not cruel enough?"

"Of course, the distance from cruelty is as far as Central City is from Cat Getan," Schiller said. After he finished, March was about to speak immediately, but Schiller didn't give him a chance to interrupt, but changed his previous gentle tone, and his speaking speed became faster and faster.

"The serial killer who commits crimes on an individual basis, its main harm is not in the number of murders, but in the fact that overly cruel cases will trigger public panic and may also lead to imitation crimes. Such examples are not uncommon. Many state skinning butchers, cannibals, and Jack the Rippers all have many imitators."

"But forgive my bluntness, this murderer who killed Erem can't be called a serial killer at all, just a clumsy coward. I advise Batman not to give him any attention. Batman insists that I am cold and heartless, so we had a dispute."

"But the fact is just like this. This murderer killed Erem just for the most simple and superficial hatred, perhaps even personal hatred. Perhaps it was just because Erem scratched his car or stepped on his lawn, so he hated him, rather than a hatred of one class for another, one group for another."

"His case has no thought at all. Even though the wound has been clearly placed in front of my eyes, I cannot read any thought from it. I cannot see any depth of soul from his clumsy and clumsy work. It is so superficial, boring, and uninteresting."

"I told Batman that this kind of murderer should not get any attention, because they are completely blaspheming life and wasting the only precious life of a human being."

"Erem died, but his death and his corpse could not show anything to the world, did not convey information, did not create beauty and art."

"The murderer is not a serial killer at all, so just leave it to the police in the police station. It doesn't matter if you check for a year or a half. Anyway, he can't make any decent case. It's terrifyingly mediocre."

"And the great Batman should do something more meaningful."

March had already stood up from the chair. He stared at Schiller with those bloodshot eyes. Schiller also looked at him, his eyes full of playfulness and mockery. Although he didn't name names at all, March already knew that Schiller was insulting him to his face.

Just when March thought it was over, Schiller showed a cold smile and said: "But if it were only this, he would just be mediocre. But I said earlier, he is a coward."

"What did he do? Oh, yes, he gave the victim two knives. In fact, the first knife was already fatal, but it took some time, but he didn't leave immediately, but added another knife to end the victim's life. Was he trying to end the victim's pain quickly?"

"No, of course not. He was afraid, so he had to imitate the way the previous killer organization committed crimes, disguising the illusion of one-knife death."

Schiller laughed frivolously and said in an absurd tone: "Mr. March, can you imagine? A murderer is actually afraid of his work being discovered! What kind of absurdity is this?!"

"However, it's not completely unreasonable..." The smile in Schiller's tone gradually disappeared. When his leather shoes stepped on the stairs, there was a faint creak. Schiller walked to the 1st floor unhurriedly. When he came to March, March took a step back unconsciously.

"There is never a shortage of cowards in this world, just like some people, whose hearts are filled with intense anger that is hard to describe, but still can only pretend that they don't know anything."

"Perhaps, he must not know anything, because he doesn't know how many wiretaps Batman has installed here."

Standing in front of March, Schiller looked at him one last time, then walked to the central big sofa and sat down, leaning on the back of the chair very relaxedly, and said: "You must be very curious about what the mistake when I was young is? What made me lose my social identity and have to work for the FBI?"

March turned to stare at him, as if waiting for an answer, but Schiller just glanced at March's face and said: "Sorry, guests without an appointment don't exist here. All my questions and answers have nothing to do with him."

"Batman is indeed the world's greatest detective, and his greatness lies in his politeness."

March looked up suspiciously, as if in every shadow corner of this room, a pair of fearless eyes were staring at him. He retreated to the door in a panic, and the muscles on his face twitched unconsciously.

"Yes, I have killed people. I am a serial killer. My identity and files have been sealed by the FBI. Batman, did you hear that?"

Schiller stood up again and looked up to talk to the air. March stood by the door and said in a trembling tone: "You are crazy. He won't let go of any criminal. He is staring here!"

"Yes, Batman, you have to believe my experience. Now is the best time for you to take action, because I have already reasoned out who this clumsy coward is. He is..."

March retreated two more steps and stumbled over the carpet. Schiller's mouth shape enlarged in his field of vision. Although the sound hadn't been transmitted yet, he seemed to have fantasized about the scene when the name landed.

The darkness brought by the bat cloak shrouded him, and the terrifying eyes like torches stared at him. March took a deep breath and muttered in a low voice: "No, no, I still have greater undertakings, I cannot be caught..."

So, he made a decision he thought was wise, which was to turn around and run away.

March rushed to the door in one step, gripped the doorknob, and pulled the door open hard.

The next second, with a "zila" sound, a strong electric current on the doorknob penetrated his body, and this rash guest fell down twitching all over.

The last picture in March's blurred vision was a pair of spotless black leather shoes stepping on the dark brown floor in front of him.

Looking up, the man in a suit and leather shoes had a slender figure. When he looked down at him, he was calm, self-possessed, decent, and elegant, maintaining a meticulous beauty.

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