Chapter 2297

When Oliver rushed out, Amanda didn't react at all.

She was indeed an excellent agent once, but she hadn't been fighting on the front line for too long, and her reaction ability and crisis awareness couldn't compare to a front-line agent, let alone Green Arrow.

Oliver had already rushed out of the door, and Amanda had just started running. Oliver was like an arrow off the string, brushing past the side of that figure, and ran into the stairwell without looking back.

But just as Amanda ran out, she bumped into that figure. In her panic, she turned on her flashlight. In the strong light, Schiller's features seemed to be dissolved into a pale mask.

Amanda froze in place in shock. She heard Oliver's voice coming from the stairs, "Run over!! Quick!"

Amanda shook her head and retreated a few steps. She only cared about shining the flashlight on Schiller's face, breathing nervously.

Schiller still dragged the corpse and walked forward at a constant speed. Even under the light of the flashlight, those gray pupils were still somewhat unfocused, as if he couldn't see the figure in front at all.

But as he approached step by step, Amanda opened her mouth wider and wider, because she saw that the corpse of David that Schiller was dragging had a very miserable death. His neck had become flaky, looking like it had been repeatedly hit and squeezed by something until it was completely detached from the body.

Through Schiller's figure, Amanda saw the window at the end of the corridor—the windows on the cruise ship were pulled open from bottom to top.

A terrifying scene instantly appeared in her mind: David was pressed against the window, his head extended out of the window, and a hand was grabbing the window handle and smashing it downward repeatedly until the spine connecting the head was completely broken, and the head hung behind the torso like a pendant.

This association completely crushed Amanda. She moved backward in a panic again, staggering and turning to run away.

At this time, Oliver rushed out from the stairwell, shot a few arrows blindly in Schiller's direction, not caring whether he hit or not, and darted past the gap between Schiller and the corridor wall like a meteor, grabbing Amanda and tackling her to the ground.

Amanda's head hit the corner of the wall, and this knocked her unconscious.

When she woke up again, Oliver was bandaging her with bandages. Amanda blinked hard in confusion and said, "What happened? Why did Schiller..."

"He lost control."

"He..."

"You've been studying these serial killers, haven't you?" Oliver folded the remaining bandages and looked at Amanda, saying, "You can't not know the relationship between Schiller and serial killers, can you?"

"Of course I know. I also know he is the most brutal one among them, but, but... I thought he was just a theorist."

Amanda took a deep breath and said, "In their exchanges, he usually only says some theoretical things, more like an extension of criminal psychology. He never publishes the murder cases he has completed like other serial killers and proposes ideas for murder."

"So you thought he had never killed anyone?"

"Of course not, just..."

Amanda was like being choked by something. After a long while, she recovered and muttered, "This is not that professor; it doesn't look like him."

"Of course not. Since you know Schiller has multiple personalities, why didn't you think that some are responsible for theory, and naturally some will be responsible for practice?"

"I of course thought of it..."

Amanda couldn't speak again. She tried hard to ignite the flame in her chest so she could argue and criticize, but unfortunately, the fire of anger that usually burned fiercely when she faced serial killers couldn't even find a spark now.

Amanda only felt the numbness of surviving a disaster, as if after receiving a large amount of stimulation in a short period of time, the spirit activated the protection system and began to actively shield all this.

Oliver closed his eyes and sighed, saying, "Schiller is very likely on the ship because of me. He lost control and I also have responsibility. I must find a way to stop him."

"Hey, don't forget what we were going to do just now." Amanda suddenly said, "Restarting the power system and then sailing the ship back is the right thing to do. Everything is negotiable after docking."

"Are you afraid?"

Amanda opened her mouth abruptly, but only took a breath, still saying nothing.

After a while, she closed her eyes hard, grabbed the ground with her fingers, and said, "I will never be afraid of them, never."

Amanda gradually calmed down, then looked at Oliver and said, "You are Schiller's friend, you should know him better than me. Why did he lose control?"

Oliver thought for a while and said, "Although we have a lot of correspondence, I really can't say I know him very well."

"However, I have another perspective to look at him. Before, he told me about the Serial Killer Club, so I started to decipher their codes and read the articles they exchanged."

"I read almost all the articles published by Schiller. The style has a very obvious dividing line. Probably after Schiller came to Gotham to teach, the frequency of his publishing articles became very low, and for a period of time, he even disappeared completely."

"But most of the articles he published during this period were related to dissociative identity disorder. He made assumptions about certain personalities, or that might not just be assumptions, but his real situation."

"He mentioned that the normal state of normal people is naturally very stable. They control everything that is normal for a person, but everyone's morbidity has different degrees of stability due to their growth environment and education."

"It's like an evil thought suddenly popping into your head. This is your morbidity at work, but the vast majority of people just treat this as a sudden fantasy and soon throw it behind them. It can be said that the morbidity of normal people only appears occasionally, or is stimulated under specific circumstances, and does not exist all the time like the normal state."

"The morbidity of mental patients is much more stable than that of ordinary people, but they still cannot achieve continuous existence. And one of Schiller's articles mentioned that to make morbidity exist continuously, you need to give them an anchor."

Amanda listened with horror. She said, "Is he teaching others how to make their morbidity exist all the time?"

"Couldn't he be teaching others how to make their morbidity disappear?" Oliver asked back.

"You are a bit too optimistic." Amanda swallowed and said, "Especially after having close contact with the Schiller just now, no wonder the Soviet Union always says you have a firm will."

"Medicine can save people, but it will also become poison if used in the wrong place, but medicine itself should not be blamed." Oliver said his understanding and said, "Schiller's theory is like this. If used in a good place, it can cure many painful patients."

"The morbidity of serial killers is clearly much more stable than others, which also means they must have an anchor, and as long as you avoid or clear this anchor, you can make them more normal, or at least not so crazy."

"Does Schiller also have an anchor?" Amanda asked.

"No, he might have many, because he has many personality traits, but no matter how many personality traits he has, only one eventually occupies the dominant position. As long as you find the anchor of that one, it will be fine."

"What would that be?" Amanda asked.

"In Schiller's past articles, he assumed many morbid personalities and also analyzed them. Now we just need to determine which morbid personality controls the body, and we should be able to make him calm down."

"Then what are we waiting for?"

But at this time, Oliver looked at Amanda silently and said, "How do you think we should investigate?"

"Uh..." Amanda was really stumped by the question.

She couldn't say go find Schiller and ask him. The current Schiller, if he still had a little reason, wouldn't be completely unreasonable, and wouldn't completely ignore Oliver.

"Someone has to try." Oliver sighed and said, "No matter what, he should have his own pursuit for murder, but from the death state of the corpse he dragged just now, we can't see too much information, so it's impossible to judge."

"You don't want to let him kill, do you?" Amanda felt an instinctive awkwardness. She appeared somewhat hesitant.

"Of course not. No matter what, I will not condone cruel murder, so I decided to try it myself."

After Oliver stood up, he looked at Amanda and said, "But when I am in it, I am afraid I can't observe all of Schiller's reactions well, so you have to go with me, standing from the perspective of a bystander to see the key clues."

Amanda showed obvious resistance.

"Now you finally have an opportunity to confront a serial killer head-on." Oliver said.

"But not this serial killer!"

"I thought your hatred was directed at all of them."

"Of course!"

"Then go with me."

"But..."

Amanda bit her lip, as if out of fear and anger, and said, "The most extreme I ever thought was just to put Schiller in prison! Now you want me to go and have a fight with him?! This is simply absurd!"

"You are afraid." This time Oliver didn't use a question.

Amanda became dazed. She was also somewhat unable to face herself. For a long time, she had been full of resentment that Schiller refused to tell her the identity of the murderer. Later, all her actions related to Schiller were for this reason, but Schiller always chose to avoid talking about it.

Many times Amanda scolded Schiller in her heart for being a coward who only knew how to escape. She thought it must be that the serial killer was too brutal, which also made Schiller feel afraid and unwilling to cause trouble, so he didn't say his name.

This is a very normal line of thinking, so Amanda has been looking for opportunities to let Schiller face her head-on.

She did want Schiller to face her, but not to face her like this. How crazy is it to want to go and have a fight with such a killer?

Amanda had to admit that the experience of facing Schiller just now left her with a deep psychological shadow, which made her violate what had always supported her to live—fearlessly catching those serial killers who made ordinary people feel afraid.

"Alright, I think Flamingo also needs someone to deal with." Oliver didn't force it anymore. He said, "The Penitent Cartel should have a headquarters on the ship. I guess it should be somewhere on the first floor. You can go and look for it."

Amanda felt her throat tighten. She stared at Oliver nervously and asked, "Will Schiller go to the first floor?"

"Probably not, he..."

"Ah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

When the scream came, the two turned their heads to look at the stairwell leading to the first floor at the same time.