Chapter 2327: Gotham Music Festival (75)

Without a doubt, so far, the two biggest opponents Oliver faced were the Penitence Cartel and the FBI. And if both of them fell into trouble, the pressure in Mexico would be much lighter.

And Oliver and Amanda had cooperated on the ship; they might have reached some kind of agreement. Amanda helped Oliver facilitate this plan, while Oliver helped Amanda improve her status. This was a win-win.

No matter how Bruce analyzed it, the answer he finally got was this. However, he didn't think Oliver would use this kind of means. If he could, he wouldn't have been driven out of Mexico.

Conversely, this kind of countless clues finally converging at one point, without seeing its trace in any joint, and finally, the beneficiary who was least easily discovered was always him—these descriptions made it really hard for Bruce not to think of that name—Schiller Rodriguez.

To say what benefit this sentence had for Schiller, there was actually no specific benefit. Schiller had almost never dealt with the Penitence Cartel, and his grievances with the FBI were also a matter of his past life. So no matter which of them fell into trouble, it had nothing to do with Schiller.

But he had gained many implicit benefits. For example, Schiller had always wanted to help Oliver, because apart from friendship, there was also the revolutionary friendship of the same stance between them.

At the same time, Schiller also hoped that the situation in Mexico would stabilize. Apart from considerations of stance, if Mexico, which should have seized the rare stable period for development, was in continuous civil strife, then even if it got better in the future, it would always be a step slower. This wasn't what Schiller wanted.

As for Amanda, Bruce knew Amanda used to be Schiller's student, but he hadn't heard of any grievances between the two. However, since there was a teacher-student relationship, driving a wedge into the FBI might be beneficial for the future.

More importantly, the one least likely to be suspected in this series of operations was Schiller, because almost everyone and everything involved had no interest relationship with him, nor any grievances. Suspecting anyone else was impossible to suspect him.

Especially these few murder cases with clumsy methods and no artistry at all almost completely excluded Schiller's suspicion, because everyone knew that if Schiller were a serial killer, he would be the best one.

Suspecting Schiller, Bruce had to suspect more things. The cooperation they had on the West Continent, accurately speaking, the plan they completed together, whether it also hid benefits for Schiller that Bruce didn't know.

Passing all the clues in his mind again, Bruce keenly grasped the key.

Schiller had a serial killer group; this was already an open secret.

And the reason why this terrible secret that had been disclosed didn't attract the disgust of righteous heroes was that anyone who could know this news could figure it out; this was actually a means to limit serial killers.

Because the trend in the group was to promote artistry, quality over quantity. Many serial killers were even proud of completing a great murder after planning for many years, which could greatly slow down the frequency of serial killers killing people.

Even Superman had to admit that even if he could find all the serial killers in this world, they were all well-disguised and possessed normal or even upper-class social identities. If he jumped out and killed everyone, people wouldn't feel he was upholding justice, but would only feel he was a crazy supercriminal.

Therefore, adopting this means that was both righteous and evil to limit serial killers was already the best solution that could be found at present. If crime would never be extinct, then minimizing the number of crimes as much as possible was also saving more people.

However, not long ago, Bruce noticed a problem: the academic achievements published in this group began to have a tendency toward homogenization.

But this was also hard to avoid. Even counting from the time Schiller came to this world, it had been almost 10 years. The human body was wonderful, but not wonderful enough. There were only a few ways to fiddle with corpses, and it was inevitable that repeated cases would appear.

And there were also people like Flamenco, who were just annoying ghosts who copied unscrupulously just because they joined early and had old seniority, apart from academic misconduct, and talked a lot.

Judging from Bruce's observation, apart from the decline in academic level, Schiller should be even less able to tolerate those people who were incompetent but talked a lot.

Then trading the souls of sinners with demons was highly likely to be Schiller's way of making this group of academic scum shut up forever, because if one wanted to find a place in the world with the highest content of evil, this serial killer club was second to none.

Soul hunters would inevitably launch a fierce pursuit of this group of serial killers. Still the same sentence, never use your hobbies to challenge others' professions. Serial killers killing people might be out of interest, but soul hunters had to rely on this to eat.

The magicians remaining in the magic world at present were not to be trifled with. Although not every one of them was as skilled as Constantine, they were all about the same. They had standards and style in fishing for side jobs, and they had plenty of ways to deal with ordinary people.

The disguises serial killers were proud of, the carefully cleared traces, and the packaged crime scenes were probably hard to hide from the spirit world vision of magicians. At worst, pay a little more money to call back the souls that had gone to hell to ask, and naturally, they would know what was going on.

In this way, the serial killers who originally stood at the top of ordinary human society would become the prey of soul hunters, equivalent to adding another food chain level to the top of ordinary human society.

Apart from being able to clear out those members in the serial killer club who were muddling along and were incompetent but addicted, it could also make serial killers have more scruples when taking action.

Serial killers followed the brutal law of the jungle in an orderly society, so one day they would be swallowed by more ferocious beasts in the jungle. This was the retribution every jungleist deserved.

Bruce couldn't help but turn his head to look. Schiller, who had his eyes closed, seemed to have completed one of his plans silently, finishing everything that should be done, accepting the good and bad results brought by his good and bad means, and appearing calm and peaceful.

At this moment, Bruce felt a sense of detachment from him, as if Schiller's soul suddenly became distant, becoming something cold and unreachable, a naturally existing rule.

Schiller opened his eyes and looked out the window. This car ride was exceptionally long. He had skipped so much time, why hadn't he arrived home yet?

At this time, in his field of vision, the buildings of Wayne Manor slowly appeared. The car stopped, and Gordon turned off the engine and said, "This place is really too far from both of our homes. Let's stay here for one night first. Anyway, we have to continue studying the case tomorrow morning."

Schiller was dizzy from staying up all night, and his mind was not very clear, so he didn't say anything more, nodded, and followed Alfred all the way to the guest room.

After changing into pajamas and sitting on the bed, the moment Schiller's back of the head touched the pillow, the communication of the Battleworld rang again. Schiller clicked it open and saw Bebat urging him to reply.

Fortunately, this one was paid. Schiller barely gathered his spirits, read the things Bebat sent him as much as possible, and began to make modification suggestions accordingly.

Unknowingly, a little daylight had already appeared behind the curtains. It was dawn; it was already morning.

Schiller, who had finally finished writing the plan, couldn't open his eyes at all. He closed the interface and just wanted to sink into dreamland when another communication request was sent over.

"Hello, Doctor, this is Batman. We have encountered some trouble in another universe, mainly regarding the Joker. I think you are experienced in this. I wonder if you can..."

Schiller looked at the situation introduction and long-winded talk behind it and went numb. He recited "he has money" countless times in his heart, and added countless zeros behind the imagined bill, before finally barely gathering his spirits to reply.

Having written more than 2000 words, Schiller really couldn't write anymore. He was never the material for writing papers. After thinking about it, he directly wrote a prescription for Batman. Whoever it was, hurry up and take the medicine, and go to sleep after taking it.

Completely closing the interface and turning all communication equipment to silent, Schiller prepared to sleep until the end of time.

Just the moment he pulled up the quilt and closed his eyes, there was a knock-knock-knock sound on the door. Gordon pushed the door open directly and said, "Didn't we say we were going to discuss the case in the morning? Why are you still sleeping? Get up quickly, breakfast is already made."

Schiller pretended not to hear. In fact, he had already started dreaming. As a result, Jason had already rushed in, patted his bed and shouted, "Professor, Professor, get up quickly, something big is wrong, Spider-Man was beaten by Deathstroke!"

Hearing Spider-Man, Schiller sat up with a swoosh, then looked at Jason somewhat blankly and asked, "What? Who was Spider-Man beaten by? Hulk?"

"Uh, who is Hulk? Spider-Man fell into Deathstroke's trap and was beaten up by Deathstroke. Now Alfred is applying medicine to him."

"Which Spider-Man?"

"Just that Spider-Man."

Schiller lifted the quilt and got out of bed. Just as he wanted to walk out the door, as if he suddenly remembered something, he waved his hand at everyone and said, "Get out, I want to change clothes."

Others had no objections and went out in a swarm. Schiller changed back into that troublesome suit. Being startled by Jason, the sleepiness disappeared directly, turning into the kind of terrible, hard-to-dispel fatigue from staying up all night, as if glue had been poured into his brain.

Schiller walked downstairs slowly and saw Peter, who had a black eye and a big bump on his head, saying "sha-sha" to Alfred who was applying medicine to him.

Schiller walked over and sat down, looked at Spider-Man up and down with an arrogant, scrutinizing gaze, and asked, "How did you get beaten by Deathstroke?"

"This despicable guy set a trap!"

"What trap?"

"He kidnapped Wade!"

Schiller desperately resisted the urge to reach out and support his forehead, and said, "Don't you know Wade is his cousin?"

"Of course, but Wade, who was hung above the chemical pool, was screaming too miserably. I had no choice!" Peter pulled his throat and howled miserably, "More importantly, Deathstroke said if I didn't go over and let him beat me up, he would throw Wade into the pool, turn him into the Joker, and then a Batman would appear in our universe! God!!!"

Bruce once again silently raised Deathstroke's threat level in his heart. ===== CHAPTER 2328 =====