Chapter 1892

"Then who is the other director?" Schiller asked again.

"That young man named Dick." Bale-man continued to walk forward, stepping over high and low bushes, and said, "He is very likely the terrifying serial killer of this day."

"Remember the rules previously stated by the organizer? Every serial killer has special abilities. Before, we understood this special ability as them being very strong or knowing fighting techniques, but perhaps we should think of it more magically."

"Since the organizer could bring so many superheroes here to play games, then he clearly isn't an existence that views things with human eyes. His imagination must also break through the limits of ordinary humans. Then the abilities possessed by serial killers might be more like magic."

Bale-man took a deep breath and then speculated, "I was the third to board the bus, just before you. Judging from the seats, Dick was the first to board, but no one saw how he boarded."

"And what made me feel even more wrong was that Batman didn't choose to sit in the same row as Dick, which is the last row. This is very wrong, because if it were me, I would definitely choose the last row. That is the best strategic position, and one can overlook the scene of the whole bus."

"From that moment on, I felt a bit strange in my heart, but I couldn't say where the strangeness was, until you personally said the relationship between Dick and you."

Bale-man turned to look at the other self. He looked at Batman and said, "You said Dick is your foster son. Although he is from another universe, you seem too indifferent."

"But as far as I know, Batman is just that indifferent." Schiller retorted.

"Completely different." Bale-man shook his head and said, "We must pay attention to where our attention is placed. Sometimes although I don't respond on the surface, I still give attention. But he clearly doesn't pay attention to his foster son from another universe at all."

"Our relationship isn't good." Batman said concisely, "At least during a certain period, we had some contradictions. The reason doesn't hold up."

"And I didn't take this as key evidence. It can only be said to be a component of strange intuition."

After Bale-man denied it, he continued, "When I saw that footprint, I did believe it for a moment, or maybe that footprint was real, just left by a serial killer with mimicry ability after turning into a monster."

"And after leaving the hunter's cabin, I realized that the footprint might be a smokescreen. Someone wanted us to think there was a very strong terrifying serial killer here."

"But this just confirms that the serial killer of this day isn't a very strong monster. Otherwise, he wouldn't need to use such means. I dare say that if a monster of that size had rushed out the first time we went there, it would definitely have caused us huge trouble."

"If the serial killer chooses more roundabout means, it shows that his attack power might not be very strong, and his body shape is relatively average. But the organizer, knowing that there are two Batmen here, is unlikely to put such a weakling as our opponent. Then there is only one possibility: this serial killer is very good at sneak attacks."

"But for Batman, that kind of ambush at a certain location isn't threatening enough. Then there is only one way left, and that is to play psychological warfare."

Schiller revealed an interested expression, looked at Bale-man, and said, "I'm all ears."

Bale-man pointed to his temple with a finger, turned his head, and said, "The strongest psychological warfare in this world is the preconceived stereotype. The people here have participated in at least one round of the game. Every time, they wait for other teammates to wait for them after arriving at the game location."

"Then at this time, the second person to board the bus finds that someone is already sitting in the car and looks like a superhero, so it's easy to think that he is also a teammate. This is a preconceived impression that is very difficult to break, and it is also the biggest advantage of this serial killer."

"And you saw it earlier than I did." Bale-man turned to look at Schiller and said, "Can you talk about your train of thought?"

"I'm afraid you wouldn't want to hear it."

"Tell me and I'll know."

Schiller sighed. The expressions of the three people in the car he saw the moment he boarded flashed before his eyes. In that one second, he determined that Nightwing was a fake.

This wasn't because he had any mind-reading ability. The biggest evidence was that there were two Batmen sitting in the car now—two living, from different universes, but very "Batman" Batmen.

But Nightwing wasn't excited at all.

Dick actually wasn't a particularly lively child. Schiller also knew this point, and even many times he could be called quiet, but he was also a member of the Bat-family.

As everyone knows, Batman's number one fan group is the Arkham fan group, and the number two fan group is the Bat-family fan group. Or perhaps the two sides just have different styles of hitting the charts, but in reality, they are indistinguishable—the crouching dragon and the phoenix chick—and have a fanatical love for Batman that is difficult for ordinary people to understand.

Dick loved and admired Batman very, very much. Even if the Batman in the universe where Schiller was didn't really act as Batman, Dick still liked him very much, or simply liked bats very much.

Schiller knew that Dick had a cabinet full of bat peripherals in his room at Wayne Manor, and he was even so protective of his food that none of them had been stolen by Jason or Tim so far, which showed his fanaticism.

And now there were two living Batmen sitting in the car, and they were even communicating. And the number one Robin could actually have the leisure to look at the scenery outside the window. If this wasn't a fake, there would be ghosts.

Later, Schiller also deliberately brought up his relationship with Batman and repeatedly led the topic to Bale-man. Dick seemed to be listening, but in fact, his attention wasn't here at all, which showed that he couldn't be any member of the Bat-family or the Arkham fan group.

Schiller said his train of thought. Bale-man opened his eyes slightly and looked at Batman with a somewhat strange look, while Batman walked forward without moving.

Bale-man had no choice but to touch his chin, shook his head, and then said, "But this is just speculation, right? How did you expose him?"

Schiller turned to look at Natasha.

Natasha shrugged and began her account.

Actually, Natasha changed her strategy when she found out that she and Schiller were going to board the bus one after the other. Since she couldn't hide her alliance relationship with her teammate, she had to find another way to spy on other people's information.

When everyone regards you and another person as allies, spying on information becomes very difficult, because they feel that you might reveal their secrets to the other person. Even if you approach them, they will suspect why you aren't staying with your teammate.

But Natasha is a quite experienced agent. She knows what to do in this situation.

Sex is the most natural attraction between men and women. Actually, at this time, there is no need for any complicated methods. Saying directly "I like you and want to sleep with you" is the method that picks the fewest faults.

Especially targeting Batman, this kind of person who knows he is handsome and is good at using his charm. The other party is also very likely to go with the flow and use this as an excuse to reverse-extract information. And Batman did indeed do so.

As for how Natasha judged that he was this kind of person without having seen Batman, it can only be said that there are few men in this world that the Black Widow cannot see through.

Originally, Natasha had successfully sent a signal, and Batman also responded to her without a sound. As for how Batman responded, it can only be said that there are few Batmen in this world who cannot convey information with their eyes.

Actually, the two were just using each other, borrowing some ambiguous atmosphere to extract information from each other's mouths, and both sides knew it well, just seeing who was more skillful.

But everything changed when the organizer read the rules.

Upon hearing the word "serial killer," Natasha and Batman looked at each other, confirming their eyes—they were people who had been pitted.

The two immediately changed from scumbags and sluts who played with feelings and deceived each other into a solid alliance that was united and firm.

Without it, losing one would not be able to hold Schiller back.

When Schiller took the initiative to propose staying behind in the camp with Dick, the two immediately exchanged glances and nimbly took away the light bulb.

Actually, both saw that Dick was wrong. Batman was because he knew his Robin too well, and of course, he somewhat understood the fanaticism of the Bat-family members, so he could naturally detect the strangeness when facing the silent Nightwing.

And Natasha, still the same sentence, Black Widow is a special attack against male targets, but she saw a layer of fog on Dick, who should have been very easy to understand.

Just like that, the two sneaked to the other side of the camp, not to do anything strange, but purely to see how Schiller planned to expose this fake.

The method Schiller used was shockingly simple.

No verbal confrontation, no psychological testing. Schiller picked two roughly identical thick tree branches and handed them to Dick. After Dick took them, he threw them directly into the firewood pile next to him.

Alright, confirmed. This Dick must be a fake.

No Nightwing would receive two short sticks similar to his weapons without playing a stick flower but throwing them away directly. None.

Schiller made a move directly.

Just as he strangled Nightwing's neck and dragged him back, he saw Natasha peeking there through the gaps in the grass. Schiller loosened his hand, and Nightwing ran out.

The good news is that Schiller lost interest. The bad news is that the Black Widow was excited.

Then Batman discovered that she said she was a female agent, but she wasn't just a female agent. She came prepared.

Sure enough, those who can hang out with Schiller are all birds of a feather.

Black Widow directly picked up a sharp tree branch and began to hunt Dick in the woods. This was her most accustomed hunting method and also the one that could make her most excited.

And this serial killer with mimicry ability indeed didn't have strong attack ability. Although he hadn't been weakened in physical fitness, he was definitely not the opponent of the excited Natasha.

His mistake was that he shouldn't have turned into a very handsome young man, and he had extremely sturdy muscles and a perky butt. Black Widow just liked this.

After Natasha tackled the serial killer Dick, she directly inserted the tree branch into his eye socket. The serial killer Dick did scream, but everyone present knew his true identity, so besides making Natasha more excited, it was of no use.

The female agent rode on the serial killer Dick, constantly piercing his body with the tree branch. And this poor serial killer had very tenacious vitality. The female agent stabbed him nearly two hundred times before killing him. This really satisfied her.

But satisfaction is satisfaction. She didn't pay attention when she was excited, and the movement was too rough, so blood splashed on her clothes. So she could only go to the small stream to wash her clothes, while Schiller helped her deal with the serial killer's body.

Because the rules said there were ten serial killers, it was highly likely that there was one a day. Even if not, Schiller wasn't very afraid. He hadn't had enough fun yet.

So Schiller dragged Dick's body, searched in the woods all the way, and found his base. It just so happened that there was a wood chipper there, so Schiller threw the body in, and then found a plastic cloth to spread at the exit until the shredded body was packed up.

Of course, he didn't forget to take away the animal traps, tripwires, and hunting guns in the tool room, forging a scene where the serial killer went out to set traps.

Then he returned to the place where Dick was killed and began to scatter the body. The main reason for doing this was to create a big scene to cover up the bloodstains left when Natasha killed Dick, which were very easy to see the cause of death. Sure enough, Bale-man didn't investigate further.

And when the two Batmen were searching the house, the shouting, gunshots, and gunshot wounds they heard were all self-directed and acted. The main reason was that the three of them made a bet, betting on when Bale-man, who was kept in the dark, would find out.

Schiller bet on the next morning, so of course, he did his best to extend the time. Batman didn't intend to stop him either. Self-directed and acting as a serial killer was better than really being a serial killer because of boredom.

"However, you won this game." Schiller shrugged and looked at Bale-man.

Bale-man turned to look at him, smiled, and said, "Yes, of course I won."

"If it weren't for my proposal to go hunting for food and that trap plan targeting the serial killer, I'm afraid you would definitely have found an excuse to leave the team, pretend to be kidnapped and missing by the serial killer, and then pretend to attack the camp at night, right?"

And Batman sighed lightly again.

Until the bus stopped in front of the sign, Bale-man looked somewhat suspiciously at Batman walking onto the bus. Natasha, who was walking at the end, patted him on the shoulder, passed him, and left a sentence.

"No, he wasn't pretending."