Chapter 2991

"Good heavens, who are you?!"

Schiller was not surprised at all. He heard a scream. Turning his head, he saw a red-haired woman, but he didn't dare to recognize her, because compared to the photo, she was really too old.

Although ten years had passed, this woman seemed to have aged 30 years out of thin air. Her red curly hair, which was neatly tied in the photo, was now messy and draped on both sides of her cheeks. The area under her cheekbones was completely sunken, so her nasolabial folds were particularly obvious. She didn't look like a middle-aged person at all, but like an old woman.

The man pushing the wheelchair was also not as healthy and strong as in the photo at all. He was so thin that his shoulders became right angles, and he was not wheat-colored, but very pale. His thick brown hair was also gone.

Schiller was speechless for a moment. The man seemed to want to rush into the house to get a gun. Schiller had to say: "Don't be afraid, no robber breaking into a private house would choose to wear a suit, that would make them suffer from heatstroke."

At this time, the man noticed the suit on Schiller. Obviously, he used to be an elite person, and he knew at a glance that this suit was expensive.

"Are you a gangster?" He was still a bit vigilant. After all, he was a Cat Getan local. Seeing a person wearing a suit appear in his house, his first reaction was a gangster.

"I don't think a gangster would recruit someone like me. My marksmanship is very poor." Schiller sat on the sofa and put the business card on the coffee table. The man hesitated a bit, but it was really too hot outside, so he had to push his wife into the house.

He pushed the wheelchair to a place relatively far from the sofa, and he walked over vigilantly. Without being very close, he could see the title of Cat Getan University psychology professor written on the business card.

Schiller was indeed a very famous psychologist, but the vast majority of ordinary people didn't care about psychologists, nor could they say who the most famous psychologist of the contemporary era was. The man cared more about the position of Cat Getan University professor.

"Are you a professor at Cat Getan University? You... why did you come here?"

Just as the man wanted to say something, Schiller continued: "James Gordon asked me to come. He was worried that you would do stupid things, but I came too early, and it was very hot outside, so I had to enter your house first."

"But now outside... well, you are indeed very hot wearing this. Did he ask you to come to comfort us?"

"You could say that. He knew you might not be able to accept this bad news."

"We are more than just unable to accept it!" The man raised his voice and said: "Our child died, but the police station didn't even have the name of a suspect! How can you let us accept this?!"

"Don't be anxious, I came precisely for this." Schiller buttoned his suit button leisurely, stood up and said: "You know Gordon is a responsible sheriff. If he really had no clues at all, he wouldn't have notified you so early."

The man was slightly stunned, and then stared at Schiller tightly.

"Do you know what the police will do if they catch a suspect?"

"Let him go to jail?"

"Yes, but that's all there is." Schiller sighed and said: "This is the limit of what the law can do. Do you think it's enough?"

The man pursed his lips tightly, then waved his arm and said: "Our son died, but that damn cruel murderer is still alive! But... but what can we do?"

"I said, if the police catch the suspect, he will go to jail, but what if the police can't catch him?"

The man was completely stunned. He hadn't turned the corner yet, and said in a hurried tone: "How can they not arrest him! This is their responsibility, they must..."

Then he reacted and asked tentatively: "You mean, the police can only let him go to jail, but I can..."

"No." He said pessimistically: "I don't know who he is, nor do I know where he is. How can I catch him?"

"Then why would I appear here?"

The man suddenly looked over, as if grabbing a straw, rushed in front of Schiller and said: "You mean you know where he is? You know where that damn guy is?!!!"

The woman suddenly screamed crazily too. She kept smashing the armrest of the wheelchair. The man rushed over again, and it took a lot of effort to make his wife quiet down.

"This is precisely what I want to tell you. Do you remember the primary school and middle school your son attended? Why were these two schools demolished?"

This was not a question. The man immediately realized it, but he still answered instinctively: "They said it was poor management..."

"Poor management suddenly after your son disappeared?"

The man slowly opened his mouth, and then suddenly coughed violently, couldn't stand straight while holding the back of the chair, and slowly knelt down, covering his face and crying.

"Bufa's death might be the key." Schiller began to pace in the room and said: "Before, there might have been some children missing in the school, but people only thought it was an ordinary child disappearance case. They might have been lost, or accidentally entered the lake, or fell from a cliff."

"But Bufa is different, because as soon as he disappeared, the school was urgently demolished, which means someone discovered something, so they had to destroy the evidence quickly to prevent the matter from being exposed."

The man seemed to suddenly remember something and said: "Pali... that is my wife, she was the physical education teacher of the community primary school. I remember her mood was not very good a few days before our son disappeared. It seems she quarreled with someone in the school..."

"Do you know who it was with?"

"I don't know. She didn't say in detail." The man shook his head and said, and then his expression became complicated and said: "My wife's spirit is not very good. If you want to ask for clues from her, I'm afraid..."

"Do you remember my profession?"

A trace of hope suddenly appeared in the man's eyes. He looked at his wife, then at Schiller, and then said: "I don't understand psychology very well, but I know psychotherapy is effective, but the cost is really too expensive..."

"This is free, sir, because obviously there is a lack of conclusive evidence now. If clues can be found from your wife's memory, it is enough to pay your medical expenses."

"Okay." The man gathered his courage, pinched his fist and said: "If she is very uncomfortable, stop, but I think she must be willing to tell you."

After Schiller made some preparations, he began his hypnosis. Just like looking for answers in Nigma's memory, he walked into this mother's spiritual world again.

Finally, he got the most certain clue since the investigation, because he saw Mr. Nigma's face in Pali's memory—he was the principal of the middle school department of the Bolokin community at that time.

And, Pali saw his method of committing the crime.

At that time, as the principal, Nigma couldn't hide his desire to do evil, but was worried that something happening in the school would affect his future, so he chose not to take action in the school.

The primary school department didn't have a separate principal and was still managed by him. He would play games with the children during recess, get closer to them, and then use the reason of investigating the teachers' teaching level to pull some children aside to ask questions.

Some were normal inquiries, but he would make appointments with other children, to be precise, those children who had a good relationship with him and liked to turn around him, to go to a certain place for adventure.

This place was usually not very far from the school, but because this school was located on the edge of the forest, he would always tell the children to wait for him on a certain path in the forest near the school on the weekend.

As for how to ensure that the children didn't tell their parents and go out alone on the rest day, Pali didn't know, but Schiller was clear. Children's minds were not fully developed and were easily manipulated by adults. If someone racked their brains, these were not difficult things.

Taking a step back, some children were smart and naturally wouldn't be fooled, but among so many students, there were always those who were not smart enough, and they just needed to be screened out.

At that time, Pali actually didn't know what Mr. Nigma wanted to do. She thought the children were naughty, pestering the principal to take them to play in the forest, and the principal couldn't bear their noise, so he promised them.

But Pali was a very responsible physical education teacher. She knew that playing on some small tree slopes was one thing, but really going deep into the forest was another thing, so she came to the principal's office to dissuade Mr. Nigma.

According to Pali's memory, when she mentioned this, Nigma revealed a surprised expression. He seemed not to expect that someone had heard his conversation with the children.

And not long after this, Pali's son, Bufa, who also studied in the community primary school, disappeared, and Pali was also diagnosed with mental illness.

Does it sound familiar? Edward, Pali, Miss Richie, the experiences of these three people were exactly the same. They all discovered some clues and then were diagnosed with mental illness.

This led to the police being unable to ask any valuable clues from their mouths, because they spoke incoherently. Even if they asked for some content, the court would not admit the testimony of mental patients, and naturally, there was no way to use legal means to sanction them.

It's a pity that they didn't expect there to be someone like Schiller who could dig out the truth from the chaotic brain of a mental patient.

After exploring Pali's brain, Schiller highly suspected that Edward's uncle, this Mr. Nigma, had a background in psychological education. The madness of Edward, Miss Richie, and Pali had human factors.

Driving a person crazy is much simpler than curing a mental patient. As long as there is some guidance, some people who are not firm enough are very easy to doubt themselves.

However, there were still doubts, that is, Schiller felt that whether it was Edward who should have become the Riddler, the firm and stubborn Miss Richie, or the kind and responsible Pali, they were not the kind of people who were easily influenced by hypnosis.

Still the same sentence, hypnosis is not that magical. It has no way to fundamentally change a person's personality. If it were really possible to make an evil person kind through hypnosis, then psychologists could change their name to Jesus.

The above three people were not the kind of hesitant, cowardly, and not smart enough people. How on earth did Mr. Nigma manage to drive all three of them crazy?

Before, Schiller investigating this case was actually just because he had nothing to do, but now he raised strong curiosity.

Because even if he didn't use any supernatural power, he didn't have full confidence that he could turn these three people into what they were now. If the mysterious Mr. Nigma had this ability, how could there be no place for him among Cat Getan's supercriminals?

Involving academic problems, Schiller had to be serious. He had a premonition that this was not a simple child abuse case, and there should be a deeper secret hidden behind it.