Chapter 2538: Rustling Down (33)

Unfortunately, the Joker miscalculated.

This layer of human skin of Schiller is even more perfect than he imagined. He actually really started to care about the bank robbery like a vulgar ordinary person, and the possible impact on the surrounding community's house prices.

The Joker came to find Schiller tonight because he knew that even if Schiller knew what he was going to do, he wouldn't stop it, because Schiller really didn't care how many people would die.

As long as the Joker informs in advance, but Schiller didn't stop it, then when a series of chain reactions report to Schiller, he can only blame himself.

After all, people have already told you in advance. If you go to stop it, wouldn't there be so many things?

The Joker also often uses this move to deal with Batman. It is clearly his evil, but Batman knew it in advance, but didn't stop it because of various private interests or private feelings, and Batman will doubt himself afterward.

The Joker knows very well how to shake a person, because he knows what everyone wants most. Schiller is not used to the current life and feels anxious, so the Joker sends him full-automatic clearance. Anyway, Schiller has no morality, and he can solve all problems without sacrificing anything. Who wouldn't choose it?

As a result, Schiller chose "or" in "yes or no". He wouldn't stop the bank robbery out of moral considerations, he would out of house price considerations.

This made the Joker feel disgusted.

He can understand a hero stopping him for his naive idealism, he can understand a policeman stopping him for his duty, but he can't understand an ordinary person stopping him for money, because that is too ridiculous.

Because if this is the case, the scene will become very funny.

He can have a conversation about justice and evil with a hero, he can have a conversation about responsibility and escape with a policeman, but he can't have a conversation with an ordinary person about purchase contract terms, house price index fluctuations, and real estate market stability. That is really too much like financial news.

What's more, the off-site guest in the connection link has to be Bruce Wei En.

Can't think about it anymore. Once he thinks about talking about real estate and stocks with Bruce Wei En, the Joker gets goosebumps.

Still failed to find Schiller's flaw, the Joker held his breath in his chest, but he has never been a person who swallows his anger, he needs to vent, just tonight.

Can't give Schiller some color to see in this way, then ruin his housewarming party. He knows too well how timid and cowardly this group of lambs is. Just a brutal murder case is enough to let them know that a terrifying serial killer is wandering around, which can scare them from going out for half a month.

A figure walked past the alley.

The Joker followed.

He didn't care at all whether the other party would find him, anyway, the other party didn't have the ability to shake him off.

With the help of the faint light of the street lamp, the Joker saw clearly that the person walking in front of him was a slightly thin bald man, his steps were very steady, but his walking posture was slightly tired, looking like he had just finished work.

It looks like a faculty member working at a school, but ordinary faculty members won't be so busy, so he should be a principal or something. It is possible that it is one of the nearby primary and secondary schools, of course, it is also possible that it is a university.

If it is the principal of Gotham University, it would be great, the Joker thought aimlessly. He will hang the corpse at the school, let that group of brats be scared not to go to school for a few days. By then, Schiller's expression will definitely be very wonderful.

Just chasing behind this man from a distance, he came to the front of the house with him. The man reached out to open the lock. The Joker stood still in the distance, always keeping it outside the precise aiming distance of the pistol, looming in the shadows.

He did this just to give the other party pressure. He knew that people would make more mistakes when they were afraid, would panic, would collapse, would scream, just wouldn't make effective self-defense moves at all.

The Joker likes to see the prey collapse. He just likes chaos. Anyway, the night is still long, he has plenty of time to play with this guy.

The doorbell of Schiller's house was pressed.

At this time, Schiller, who came back from outside, had changed into pajamas and was ready to sleep. He pushed open the bedroom door, but saw Raven running up the stairs.

Raven saw her

Raven saw her reveal a panicked expression, and Schiller immediately saw that she was hiding something. Just as Raven was about to open her mouth to speak, Schiller made a shushing gesture at her.

Schiller walked slowly down the stairs and looked out through the peephole, only to see a pale, panicked figure appear outside the door.

It was the mailman.

Schiller opened the door, and the mailman leaned against the doorframe, somewhat weakly, and said, "Sir, someone attacked me. He tampered with my mailbag. It was full of the letters you sent, and this might put you in danger."

Schiller's thoughts raced, and he immediately knew who had done it. This was undoubtedly a follow-up move by the Joker, likely to frame him for the bank robbery.

The method was also very simple: just kill everyone on his mailing list. Even if the police couldn't find enough evidence, they would definitely suspect him. Once Gordon found out about this, even if it wasn't him, it would become him.

Schiller opened the door to let the mailman in. In his hand, he clutched a crumpled bag; it was the very mailbag he used to collect mail while wandering the neighborhood during the day.

Schiller turned on all the lights in the house, gave Raven a look that said, "We'll talk about your business later," and then said to Raven, "I remember there's a medical kit in the upstairs bathroom. Go find it."

Raven glanced at Schiller, still feeling somewhat uneasy, but in the end, she followed Schiller's instructions and went upstairs. She heard the rustling sound of conversation coming from downstairs; it sounded like the mailman was recounting his experience.

"About a few hundred in total." Schiller said, "But those are just the current students who have taken my classes. Graduate and doctoral students combined add up to exactly ten."

After the mailman woke up, he thought he had been robbed, but it turned out that nothing was missing from his person. He realized he didn't have enough time to finish his deliveries, so he intended to hurry and deliver the mail.

That bag was basically full of Schiller's letters. The mailman was already flustered and in a rush, so he hurriedly delivered the letters door-to-door. It wasn't until he had delivered almost all of them and reached the letters at the bottom that he discovered the letters had signs of having been tampered with.

Only then did he realize that the other party's goal might have been Schiller's letters, but the letters had already been dropped into other people's mailboxes, and he had no way to open the mailboxes and take them back out.

This was a serious error in his work because he had failed to protect the mail, and he hadn't noticed the moment the mail was compromised, still delivering the already-compromised letters into other people's hands.

If someone with malicious intent had placed any explosives or dangerous goods among these letters, he would be finished. Even if there weren't, the fact that private letters had been touched or taken by someone else was enough for him to lose his job.

"I didn't dare come to you at first," the mailman said, trembling slightly. "If you report me, I will lose this job. This is my only job; without it, I won't be able to support my family."

"The post office records the letters after receiving them. I went back and found the records, and based on my memory, I checked them. I thought there shouldn't be anything missing, and at the time, I thought it wasn't a big deal."

"But soon, I suddenly remembered that I hadn't delivered to the house at the very end of the street, because I usually go to deliver to their house separately after finishing the loop. That day, I went back after finishing the main road and completely forgot about that house."

"And there was no letter for that house in my bag. Did you send them a letter?" the mailman asked hopefully.

Schiller thought of the house he had driven past earlier, with the name Sivan written on the doorplate. Schiller had indeed written a letter to Sivan, which meant that the letter Schiller sent to Sivan might have been lost, or more likely, taken by the Joker.

The reason was likely very simple: when Schiller was mailing the letters, he noticed that the surnames of the vast majority of neighbors in the community were quite ordinary—things like Johnson, Wilson, and the like. Only the surname Sivan was rather special.

If the Joker wanted to frame him, he would definitely take this letter.

Schiller wanted to tell the mailman he hadn't sent one, so he would feel that no mail was lost and thus be at ease, because this mailman couldn't possibly be the Joker's match, and the reason for the lost mail wasn't on him. Besides, Sivan was ill-intentioned anyway; if he had an allergic reaction, so be it.

Just as Schiller was about to speak, his gaze fell upon the mailbag the mailman was clutching tightly.

If he had only remembered this afternoon that the mail was lost, he should have stopped by on his way home from work to confess. If he hadn't made up his mind until now, why would he specifically bring the mailbag he used during work hours?

Raven finally found the medical kit upstairs. The moment she picked up the small box and walked out of the bathroom, she heard a "thud" from downstairs.

She stopped in her tracks, held her breath, and carefully crossed the second-floor hallway, walking to the top of the stairs to look down.

The mailman was lying on the ground, blood spreading from his head, and Schiller, standing next to him, was holding a blood-stained statue.

The moment he looked up at Raven, Raven shuddered.

"Forget the medical kit, Miss. Go to the kitchen and get a knife."