Chapter 2322

It started raining lightly in Cat Getan at night, but it wasn't as cold as when it was raining continuously in the past. Although the rainwater was cool, the water vapor leaking from the window cracks carried a kind of damp freshness.

Schiller, who was half-dreaming and half-awake by the bed, hung up the phone and sighed lightly. Merkel brought hot tea in and placed it in front of Schiller and said, "Is there another murder case? Sir, do you need to prepare a coat?"

"Ah... of course." In a place Merkel couldn't see, Schiller's eyeballs turned lightly, and then he immediately restrained the vivid expression on his face, turning to become serious and deep.

He coughed lightly and said, "Prepare a suit, those I wore before will do."

Merkel was somewhat surprised. He said, "You don't let me get close to your wardrobe, have you forgotten? Oh, I understand, actually you are other..."

"I am not, I have things to do, go prepare clothes."

Merkel didn't ask another word, turned and left. Schiller sighed, took out his phone and fiddled with it. In fact, Greed was checking Arrogance's previous call records.

He had to go to the murder scene, but he really wasn't familiar with the people in this universe, so the best method was to disguise himself as Professor Schiller, whom they were familiar with.

Greed sighed in his heart. Disguising as Arrogance is really hard enough. If there were broccoli now, as long as he performed a death on the spot, everyone would believe it.

Merkel sent the clothes. Schiller frowned slightly, raised his eyes to look at Merkel, and asked, "What about the brooch?"

"Uh, do you want to wear a brooch? Then I'll go find it," Merkel looked at Schiller somewhat suspiciously and said, "What style do you want?"

Schiller thought for a moment before remembering that it seemed only Pathological wore brooches among them. Arrogance was a person who relatively advocated simplicity and unchanging, while he himself felt that buttoning a brooch was too troublesome.

But the words had already been spoken, and it was too late to take them back, so Schiller made an inexplicable expression and said, "Swordfish brooch, the one with the longest thorn."

Merkel was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized. He said nothing and went downstairs to get the brooch. Schiller changed into the suit in the bedroom. To be precise, he struggled with this terrible suit for 1 minute and 40 seconds, barely putting it on.

Just when Schiller was thinking about why Arrogance had to wear so many fixing straps under the suit, Merkel walked up, holding a tray of brooches. Besides the swordfish, there were many brooches that presented a long strip shape and had sharp thorns.

Schiller actually liked a boat-shaped one, with a simple and smooth shape, and it was shiny silver. But he knew in his heart that Arrogance definitely wouldn't choose this style, and in the end, he still chose that black swordfish brooch.

Black suit with black brooch, Schiller himself wanted to laugh standing in front of the mirror, but he knew he couldn't stand longer, so he walked out of the room with big strides like Arrogance.

Merkel didn't doubt it, but Schiller almost forgot to take the umbrella. Fortunately, he remembered it before passing the umbrella bucket, otherwise the previous acting would have been in vain.

Taking the umbrella, Schiller walked to the driver's seat of the car Merkel had driven to the door. He subconsciously stepped on the accelerator hard, then realized this was the Cat Getan manor area, not his suburban asylum. He stepped on the accelerator, and he would have to have a 17-car pileup before the next intersection.

Starting slowly, and turning the intersection at the slowest speed in his life, Schiller felt that the power of the sigh in his heart was greater than this car. What other necessity did such an old Bentley have for existing?

Then it was a long traffic jam.

Of course, Schiller wasn't unaccustomed to traffic jams. After all, he started jamming when he lived in a big city in his previous life. There wasn't a place in Cat Getan and New York that didn't jam. He had already jammed for two lifetimes and was used to it long ago.

Waiting until he drove the car from the West District to the South District where the case occurred, the time was already approaching midnight. Schiller originally felt that he must have come in vain. After jamming for nearly two hours, any case would have been investigated.

As a result, just after the car turned the intersection, he discovered that the police car on the opposite side had just arrived. Gordon, who had also been jammed on the road for two hours, was cursing while getting off the car.

Schiller managed to hold back his laughter, pushed open the car door, and just wanted to stretch his foot out, when he suddenly saw a puddle of water on the ground. Very good, this was the difficult pass that Arrogance couldn't cross.

So he retracted his foot and sent a text message to Gordon in the car, "I'm here."

Sure enough, two minutes later, Gordon appeared outside the car door holding two cups of hot tea. The police officer behind him laid the waterproof blanket outside the car door. Schiller walked out of the car, didn't take the tea from Gordon's hand, but pointed his finger at the building and walked toward that direction with big strides.

Gordon looked at his back and sighed, but said nothing, instead following behind him. Without waiting for Schiller to ask, he took the initiative to say, "It's not that I wanted to call you so late, but I knew you definitely hadn't slept..."

Schiller said in his heart, I slept four hours ago. If it weren't for this call, he could have slept for at least another four hours. I really don't understand why these Cat Getan people have to carry out such active night activities in a city that doesn't often see the sun.

"Very peculiar," Gordon finally mentioned the case and said, "It looks like it was done by your kind of people."

Schiller finally couldn't help but look back at Gordon. Does this police officer want to hear what he is saying? You called me over in the middle of the night to be a detective, and then you said this case was done by our kind of people. Are you using the elimination method to find the murderer here?

At this time they had already walked into the hall. Schiller's footsteps instantly paused.

In the center of the hall was a naked male corpse. The head and limbs had all been cut off, the abdominal cavity had been hollowed out, the head was placed in the middle, and the limbs were also among them, like four flower petals stretched out toward four directions, the whole person becoming a peculiar-shaped sculpture.

Supporting this sculpture was a brass disc, and underneath was a very common exhibition hall exhibition stand.

Schiller only then remembered that the building they seemed to have walked into wasn't an ordinary civil building. He turned his head to look at Gordon. Gordon nodded and said, "Cat Getan History Museum. Mrs. Faiman, who is responsible for hall management, discovered this when she intended to get off work and lock the door."

Schiller made a look of realization, but in fact, he didn't realize anything. He didn't know what history the Cat Getan History Museum had, didn't know who Mrs. Faiman was, and didn't even know what time this place locked the door, and who this unlucky guy was.

But Gordon just made a look of "you definitely know everything." His eyes seemed to be hoping that Schiller would stand here and use about two minutes to explain the cause and effect directly.

Greed hadn't been out in DC for a long time before, but those were very early things.

What exactly happened in these years? Bruce became like the Joker, Arrogance became like Batman.

What kind of unrealistic expectations do these people have for him? How does he know who the murderer is? And why does he have to know who the murderer is? Anyway, this group of ordinary police here definitely can't catch the person who can do this thing. Why waste this time?

Schiller took out his phone, dialed the phone, and said, "Come over once."

With a "clatter," the phone fell to the ground.

Hearing the sound, Amanda rushed out of the bathroom in a hurry. The blood stains in Bruce's fingernails hadn't been completely washed away, but he raised his head and stared at Amanda and said, "He knows."

Amanda opened her mouth in shock, then a trace of panic appeared on her face. She looked at this mess on the ground and said, "Then what to do?"

Bruce took a deep breath. He was obviously also very nervous, but not nervous about the same thing as Amanda. He also took a look around, mainly looking at the pile of internal organs wrapped in plastic cloth in the center of the narrow washroom.

"No time to find a shredder, smash it and flush it down," Bruce said, carrying two reddish hands.

"What about the tools?"

"Put them back in the utility room, no one will notice." Bruce walked to the window and took a look downstairs. The row of police cars was driving toward the end of this block, which was exactly the crime scene.

"Schiller shouldn't have come so fast!" Amanda screamed.

"I also don't know what's going on," Bruce said, "My calculation was precise. From the time we acted to the time the body was discovered, there should have been an hour. The police arriving at the scene should have been three hours later, and Schiller would have come an hour later. He is more accustomed to letting ordinary police collect the obvious clues, so that he can directly verify the thoughts in his mind through these things."

"Could it be that Gordon urged very urgently?" Amanda frowned tightly and said, "I said don't make such a big scene. Gordon must be crazy with anger, so he urged Schiller to come over quickly."

Bruce walked over, bent down to clean up the plastic cloth, and said, "He can't urge Schiller. I'm thinking, does the professor know we were going to act early?"

"How is it possible? How could he know the future?"

"He understands me very well," Bruce grabbed the four corners of the plastic cloth and squatted on the ground looking at the ground and said, "He knows that I would eventually realize what exactly was missing in my doctoral application."

Amanda was stunned for a moment, then her expression became desperate. She looked at Bruce, her face full of "you're not, are you?" expression.

Then she started to collapse, shouting at Bruce, "Don't tell me, the final material for your doctoral application is the work of a serial killer! Do you still remember who you are?"

"This was done by both of us together."

Amanda's words were held back. She took a deep breath and said, "But it was you who proposed..."

"He stopped breathing in your hands, I'm sure, and everything I did afterward was just playing with the corpse, damaging morality, but not illegal."

Amanda realized she was manipulated again. She wished she could rush up and give Bruce a slap, but she also knew now wasn't the time to care about this.

She took a look at the blood stains all over her hands, arms, and body, and while walking toward the bathroom, she cursed, "Nothing good happens to anyone who gets involved with you two master and apprentice! You two damn madmen! Mental perverts! Serial killers!"

"You'd better calm down," Bruce said while cleaning up, "He called me over, the final things can only be handled by you. You are clear, with him here, if you have even the slightest slip-up, we're all finished."

An angry scream came from the bathroom.

Bruce started drafting in his heart. He knew the war had just begun, and every sentence he said next related to whether he could study for a doctorate.

Schiller put down the phone and looked at Gordon and said, "Bruce will be here soon."

"Does this matter have anything to do with him?"

"Of course it does, it has a big relationship."

Schiller added silently in his heart, if the omnipotent Batman doesn't come, and you don't pay, do you want me to think about who the murderer is myself?