Chapter 1257

"Yes, I chatted happily with Mrs. Pompas just now. She also likes 19th-century poets. You know, there are not many people who share the same interest in Polish Romantic poetry."

"Is that so? Coincidentally, I also have some understanding of the Polish Youth Movement. Speaking of Romantic poetry, you must have talked about Mickiewicz, right? Many people like his 'Ode to Youth', but I prefer his 'Forefathers' Eve', especially the second part."

Bruce, holding a wine glass, blinked gently. Schiller lowered his head and smiled and said: "That's right. In the second part of 'Forefathers' Eve', the view on revenge is very interesting, breaking through the empty and barren fantasies of most Romantic poetry, and putting hatred and revenge into the resistance of peasants against landlords..."

When hearing Schiller say the words "resistance of peasants against landlords," Bruce's eyes changed slightly, but soon he smiled again and said: "The part I like most is the discussion on the conventional moral standards of the people... What do you think morality is?"

Schiller did not answer. Sure enough, just as Bruce's voice fell, he used his wine glass to block his mouth, smiled and said: "Oh, sorry, look, where did I take this for? It's just that I heard Mr. March say that you are a professor working at the FBI Intern Agent Training Academy, so I couldn't help but ask you curiously like a student."

"It doesn't matter, as long as you don't mind these slightly boring preaching contents appearing at your private banquet. Regarding this point, I have always insisted on one view..."

Just as Schiller said this, he felt a shadow stick to his back. He turned his head and saw Lincoln March's face.

This burly gentleman was wearing a light suit with quite exquisite tailoring. The neckline tailoring had a bit of an 18th-century retro style, making people look very energetic. His complexion was also very ruddy, just like all businessmen, looking full of vitality and ready to be invested in work at any time.

"Mr. March, you are here?" Schiller took a step back slightly. The distance he had pulled closer to Bruce when he toasted earlier was pulled away again. In order not to appear to completely ignore this gentleman who suddenly joined the conversation, Schiller turned his body slightly, no longer facing Bruce completely.

But in Schiller's peripheral vision, he could see Bruce frown imperceptibly, obviously dissatisfied with the current atmosphere of the conversation.

"Although conversations in private occasions are easier to make people reveal their true feelings, conversations in public occasions can also make people understand a certain side of someone."

"Obviously, Batman intends to do so. He wants to have some cultural, artistic, and even philosophical discussions with Schiller at the banquet to understand this professor more comprehensively, but he was interrupted by March."

Greed stood in the back row, supporting the back of the chair in front, and said: "March thinks he is clearing the siege for his temporary ally Schiller, but this has made Batman set his sights on him."

"There is no doubt that Batman and March both want to use Schiller, and Schiller also wants to use them," Bruce's voice came from the front row of seats.

Everyone stared at the subtle atmosphere among the three on the screen. Just as Morbid said, in such social occasions, everyone is using the atmosphere, and also changing the atmosphere, using some subtle atmosphere changes to convey their secret codes. Everyone is also reading the atmosphere and understanding what others want to express.

On the screen, although Schiller took a step back slightly, he immediately opened his mouth and said: "Yesterday during the psychological consultation... Oh, Mr. March, you said you didn't mind clarifying the content of our conversation, right?"

March narrowed his eyes slightly, but still maintained his smile, and nodded reservedly. So Schiller said: "Yesterday, I talked to Mr. March about the tragedy of Mr. Erem. This is simply shocking. There is no doubt that such a terrible case has brought great psychological pressure to everyone. I want to believe that it won't be long before my phone yellow pages will have many more records."

Bruce frowned, his face became serious, and he said: "Since I proposed the new round of investment plans for Cat Getan City, this city has not been peaceful. A mysterious killer organization has started to kill people frequently. I guess their purpose is to prevent me from making Cat Getan better."

"Hey, Bruce, do you remember our last conversation?" March immediately followed up: "When I just mentioned that there might be a mysterious and ancient organization manipulating Cat Getan behind the scenes, that terrible killer rushed in directly. He was aiming at me. He didn't want me to tell you this."

Schiller immediately swept his eyes over the two of them and showed a puzzled expression. So Bruce spread one hand and explained: "I met Mr. March at the venue of the new round of Cat Getan investment plans."

"He is a very enthusiastic and energetic gentleman, with a big family and a big business, and at the same time sharp-eyed. He thinks that the plan I proposed can better change this city, so he revealed his intention to invest to me."

"Of course, of course I think so," March followed Bruce's words and said: "Although everyone says Cat Getan's public security is not good, the economy here is not bad, or I am humble. In the entire East Coast, Cat Getan's economic development is also one of the best. This depends on the good management of Wei En Enterprises."

"As a businessman, of course I know how to grasp the opportunity firmly. I think the new round of investment plan is a great opportunity. So, I made an appointment to visit Mr. Wei En and came to Wei En Tower on the day of the appointment to talk about the specific projects of the investment."

"Of course, an investment of such a large scale must be cautious. I have no intention of questioning Mr. Wei En's ability, but there is one thing that makes me very worried. In fact, there is a legend circulating among several ancient families in Cat Getan that there is a mysterious and ancient force controlling Cat Getan, monitoring everything here."

"Just when I said this, a terrible killer wearing strange clothes and having eyes like torches broke through the window and entered. He knocked me down directly and almost killed me. My injury hasn't healed yet."

March lowered his head and shook his head, seemingly feeling lingering fear. Bruce followed his words and said: "In the fight with them, I fell off the building. Fortunately, there were certain safety measures outside Wei En Tower, so I didn't die. It was a terrible experience."

"To tell you the truth, when Mr. Wei En was recovering from his injuries, I carefully considered whether to continue to stay here," March showed a difficult look. Schiller heard him raise his volume and amplify his volume:

"I don't deny that greed is the nature of businessmen. Everyone wants to make more money. This may seem a bit vulgar and rude, but it is the truth. But the truer truth is that everyone is afraid of death. I can't take the risk of being attacked by killers every day to participate in the investment. I think everyone thinks so."

Obviously, March's voice spread very far. Schiller could clearly hear the discussions around him, and everyone cast their eyes on Bruce Wei En.

"He is forcing Batman to state his position," Clark touched his chin and said: "I often see this kind of scene. Whenever the Ministry of Agriculture has any action, the farm owners will gather. At the party, everyone will look at my dad with this kind of look, hoping he can give an explanation and response."

"You guys think, how should Batman respond?" Barry frowned, obviously feeling it was not easy to handle. He shook his head and said: "If he just emphasizes, 'I will guarantee your safety', it is obviously not powerful enough, because March has been injured by the killer, and Bruce Wei En himself almost fell off the building. No matter how he guarantees it, it looks like locking the stable door after the horse is stolen."

"But if he explains in detail, it looks a bit guilty," Constantine also wrinkled his eye muscles and said: "This will make him lose control of the situation. After all, high-level people don't need to explain."

"This is another trap of March," Bruce said calmly: "He must have a relationship with the killer who stabbed him that day and made Batman fall off the building, or he simply arranged it."

"He disguised himself as an investor to participate in the investment plan and deliberately showed great enthusiasm, being the first person to eat crabs, and then arranged an assassination plan to tell others that Wei En couldn't even guarantee the most basic safety, so don't expect this investment plan to have any results."

"He deliberately chose to attack him at Wei En's private banquet because at this time, no matter how Bruce Wei En answers, it is wrong."

"If he continues to emphasize as a high-level person, 'I will guarantee your safety', then March's injury and his own experience of almost falling to death are the best counter-arguments. But if he explains that it was just an accident like a low-level person, then he can no longer control the overall situation."

"And the key to breaking the game..." Greed's tone rose.

"... is Schiller," Bruce's tone sank.

"Mr. Wei En, please allow me to interrupt."

In the banquet hall, Schiller suddenly spoke. He raised his wine glass to the surroundings and said: "In yesterday's conversation, Mr. March didn't tell me that things had become so serious. If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have suggested him to undergo psychological treatment, but would have suggested him to contact the FBI immediately."

When the words "Federal Bureau of Investigation" landed, the atmosphere in the venue froze.

"Sorry, I am an outsider. I really don't understand. Isn't this kind of organized assassination behavior a terrorist attack? Doesn't this belong to the jurisdiction of the FBI?"

Schiller made a very puzzled expression, and his tone also revealed deep confusion.

"So many murder cases have occurred, and things have become so serious that even Wei En and Mr. March almost lost their lives. Shouldn't we invite the federal violent law enforcement agency to intervene?"

"Friends, please don't feel ashamed because of this. This is a reasonable demand of taxpayers. Everyone pays so many taxes every year, a not-so-small part of which is allocated to the FBI. The meaning of their existence is to solve problems for us. Now that such a vicious incident has occurred, why didn't anyone think of calling the police?"

Schiller's tone revealed disbelief. He moved slowly, blocking Bruce's front seemingly unintentionally. The eyes cast here by people, the moment they touched the professor's eyes, moved away one after another.

Gentlemen in suits and leather shoes raised their heads to study the patterns on the ceiling, and ladies dressed in gorgeous clothes lowered their heads to study the fit of their high heels to the floor.

"Pfft!"

Clark laughed out loud directly. He coughed lightly, looked at Bruce and said: "How come this sounds a bit familiar? Did I suggest some people to call the police before?"

"Let Gothamites call the police—" Harley dragged a long tone.

"Might as well kill them directly," Jason summarized neatly.