Chapter 2988

Miss Richie left. Schiller knew that he couldn't stay for long either. Sure enough, a group of people came soon, rushing to take Schiller out.

After discovering that Miss Richie was gone, they asked Schiller, "Where is that lunatic?"

"How would I know."

"You were right next to her!"

"I was next to her, not in her room."

"Do you know how she ran out?"

"Probably prying the lock."

"But she couldn't start the elevator!"

"Then I don't know. If I knew, I could run out too. Could you still see me here?"

The other party seemed speechless, opened the prison door, and took Schiller out.

When they took Schiller away, they seemed to have completely sealed the air-raid shelter, welding the doors shut. It seemed they were determined not to let anyone in.

Schiller was taken to the basement of the crematorium.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Williams again. Williams was looking at him carefully, soon revealing a disappointed expression. Schiller felt it might be because he didn't show any fear of being kidnapped at all.

Schiller could show it, but he was too lazy to act, so he sat in place expressionlessly and stared at Williams.

"I think you know what my appearance here means." Williams seemed to intend to further intimidate him.

"It means you want to silence me. As long as I have seen your face, I definitely won't be able to leave today, so don't try to persuade me to do anything for you. Anyway, it's death, I won't do anything."

Williams was obviously choked. He didn't expect Schiller to have such a line of thinking, but also felt that what Schiller said made a lot of sense.

But soon he deliberately wrinkled his facial muscles, showed his teeth, made a fierce look, and said, "But death is not the same as death. Some people die very quickly, but some people might die very painfully."

"Do you want me to die very painfully? Just like those children?"

Williams's face suddenly turned from red to green.

"You want to say I have no evidence, but psychoanalysis doesn't need evidence. You want to say I'm a lunatic, but the entire psychological academic community won't think so. You want to say I'm a dead person and it's useless to know, but the thing you want me to do is to let me contact another living person. How do you know I won't tell her the conclusion?"

"I can puncture her eardrum, what are you going to..."

"You didn't tell me with your mouth that you are a pedophile and a sadist, so how did I know?"

Williams was completely speechless. Schiller blocked all his words. Now saying anything would make him look stupid.

"Doesn't matter, anyway you will die."

"I believe you don't mind chatting with a dead person either. How do you plan to let me die? What kind of death method do you think is worthy of me?"

"I will dig your heart out."

"And then, put it in a museum? Just like you collected those children's bones?"

Williams finally revealed a trace of terrified expression. He said, "How on earth did you know? Do you really have mind-reading? Is there really such a thing in the world?! This is impossible!"

"Anyway, I'm a dead person, and I don't mind telling you that there is indeed such a thing as mind-reading in the world. The concealment you think is seamless is very ridiculous in their eyes."

"So what? So what if they saw it? As long as there is no evidence..."

"You might have underestimated mind-reading, or to be precise, it's not mind-reading, because it can not only read, but also write, and can modify everyone's consciousness from a distance."

"Don't talk nonsense, there can't be such a thing!"

"Indeed, I lied to you, look at how scared you are."

Williams's face turned from green to bloated red again, and from his head to his neck to his arms, he was all red, looking like a cherry bomb about to explode.

"I have a class tomorrow morning." Schiller suddenly said.

"But you won't see tomorrow morning's sun."

"If I don't go to class tomorrow morning, my students will find that I'm missing, because I never arrive late."

"But they can't find you."

"Ordinary students can't, but among the few graduate students I lead... forget it, it's not something very proud. The messy things they do are the culprits for them not being able to finish their papers, and this atmosphere cannot be encouraged."

"You are really a lunatic." Williams didn't seem to intend to talk nonsense with Schiller either. He took out a gun.

"Gun? Just this?" Schiller revealed a disappointed look. He said, "Do you think my death should be by shooting?"

"No, you will commit suicide."

Schiller sighed and said, "No one will believe that I committed suicide with a gun, because my marksmanship is very poor, and I have never bought any pistol."

Williams suddenly froze for a moment. He seemed not to believe that there was such an American. He instinctively said, "Aren't you a Gothamite?"

"No matter what you think, anyway, I never use a gun when I kill."

"Then... what did you say? You kill?"

"You heard wrong."

"I didn't, you just said..."

"So what? You also have no evidence, and you said I'm a Gothamite, is this strange?"

Williams felt that he really couldn't chat with Schiller anymore. He was about to explode.

"I will bury some inferior bones near your house. As long as you die, you will be committing suicide out of fear of crime. In everyone's eyes, you are the damn pedophile and sadist."

"Have you gotten rid of Amanda's entanglement?" Schiller suddenly asked again.

Williams's action of cocking the gun paused again. Schiller suddenly laughed and said, "Of course you haven't, because no one knows where those bones in the lake came from."

The smile on Williams's face slowly dissipated. He stared at Schiller with those small eyes squeezed into the flesh and said, "You know?"

"Framing is not a new trick. If you are the one who dies, then you are the culprit of the largest lake-bottom corpse case in history."

"You framed me?! Did you kill those people??!"

Williams felt that he got the truth, because Schiller's house was not cheap, but it was in the very inside of the community and the traffic was very inconvenient. The only advantage was that it was very close to the lake.

"You..." Williams suddenly thought of something and said, "How could you kill so many people?! That damn must be over a hundred people!"

"It's just that there are over a hundred people fished out." Schiller's tone was as calm as if he were discussing what to eat at night.

"Which of these two cases do you think is more important?" Schiller asked as if he really couldn't figure it out: "Federal law is very strict about child protection. How many children did you kill? Judging from your surprised tone just now, it shouldn't be over a hundred, right? If it's framed on me, it's enough for me to sit in jail for the rest of my life."

"But superpower cases are more complicated. Yes, that is a superpower case, because Amanda needs such a major superpower case, so it must be a superpower case."

"A superpowered person slaughtered so many people and sank them all into the lake. Will he be locked in prison? Actually, I don't know either, but I heard that the Florence Super Prison is also responsible for locking up such superpowered criminals. The government keeps them so that they can use them one day."

"How to describe the environment there? Very harsh. Rather than a super prison, it's better to say it's a super torture instrument, because those there are thick-skinned superpowered people. It's fine to use some punishments that are not so humanitarian. If anyone enters there, life is rich and interesting."

Williams's face became more and more gloomy. Even if he was stupid, he could understand Schiller's meaning. He carried the gun and walked to Schiller's opposite side again and said, "You want to frame this case on me?! How could you..."

"If you check, you will find that Amanda is my student."

"That doesn't mean she will listen to you..."

"I've killed so many people, do you still expect me to have any moral bottom line? Have you heard of hypnosis?"

"Stop talking nonsense, hypnosis is simply impossible..."

"You still think there is no mind-reading in this world, so how did I see through you?"

Williams's heart sank to the bottom. Schiller looked at him again and said, "The time you prepared to frame me must be later than the time I prepared to frame you, because after all, you were the one who bought that piece of land first, and then met me later."

"You wanted to frame me from that time?!"

"Please, do you know how long I've waited? Those bones will be discovered one day sooner or later. New residents moving in is the best news I've heard, and even better news is that you are closer to the lake than I am."

"And." Schiller finally moved his body forward, put his hands on the table, stared at Williams and said: "You also killed people at the construction site, but the bodies haven't had time to be thrown into the lake. In this weather, even if you bury them four meters deep, it might not be useful. How long do you think you can hide it? Once discovered, who do you say threw those bodies in the lake?"

"You..." Williams only uttered one syllable and couldn't speak anymore. Now looking back, he indeed noticed various wrong things.

The most suspicious of which was that Schiller had never opposed his building a resort from beginning to end.

It was said before that the piece of land was actually the community's public land, and other community residents had come to protest, meaning that we can not use it, but you also cannot occupy it, and the resort has many people and eyes, which has great harm to their privacy.

But Schiller, as the resident closest to the resort, didn't express any opposition at all, and even scolded the relative's child who stayed at his house on the first day, and he didn't have any reaction. Those children who didn't look simple didn't make any extreme retaliatory behavior, which was simply not normal.

In his memory, Schiller's face gradually became distorted, as if looking at him was like looking at a fat sheep, simply unable to wait to let him continue to wander here, stay here for more days, and be closer to the lake.

Because as long as the resort continued to be built, he could frame this shocking case on himself!

Williams felt that he broke out in a cold sweat.

Williams slowed down his tone and said: "Since we are the same kind, then perhaps there is no need to make things so stiff. Why don't we talk, each do our own things, and not interfere with each other, how about it?"

"Currently, it seems that's all we can do." Schiller also seemed to choose to compromise. He said: "It makes no sense for us to find trouble for each other. In these years in Cat Getan, you should have seen many people like me. We actually don't care what others do at all, do we?"

This sentence really made Williams waver, because in these years in Cat Getan, he had indeed encountered too many serial killers. This group of people didn't care about other people's business at all. As long as they weren't the target, they were too lazy to look at themselves. These lunatics only focused on their own world.

Williams finally laughed and said: "Indeed, it seems I was a bit reckless, Professor. In the situation where we both have secrets to keep, we can completely be safe and sound."

Schiller stood up, turned around and walked toward the door, seeming not to mind leaving his back to Williams at all, nor caring that he had a gun in his hand, which finally made Williams feel relieved.

However, his caution still made him hold the gun and walk toward the door with Schiller. Just at the moment of walking to the door, he saw a black shadow flash to his side, and immediately after, the two hands connected by handcuffs appeared in front of his eyes over his head.

Schiller, who slowly tightened his arms, didn't feel excited. He just remembered many years ago, when he was in a dim room holding a tie and asking a child, "Do you know how to subdue someone stronger than you?"