Chapter 3498: A Study of Cats and Dogs (57)

When returning to Tan Da's house, Tan Da seemed to have completely forgotten the unpleasantness just now. Seeing Schiller and the others return, he hurried to greet them.

"I thought you had already left."

"How is that possible? I just took Aisha out for a stroll. She firmly believes that aliens might be hiding in the wheat field," Schiller shook his head lightly and said, "She was a bit restless on the plane, which caused me not to sleep well. I want to go up and catch up on some sleep first. Can you help me watch her?"

"No problem," Tan Da agreed immediately, saying, "I will watch her well, perhaps I can also take her to the field for a stroll."

"As long as you don't mind her being restless." When Schiller turned to go upstairs, he revealed a subtle smile that was hard to detect.

Tan Da was still too eager for quick success. Perhaps it was because he had never left the small town, and his vision was slightly short-sighted.

He never thought about how a single father who truly loves his child could just hand over his daughter to a stranger he had known for less than a day?

But there was no doubt that he took the bait. Ignoring Schiller, who was preparing to go upstairs to sleep, he went downstairs to find Aisha.

"Mr. Tan Da, I want to go to the field to find aliens! Just now my dad actually didn't want to go at all, he didn't even accompany me for a while longer. Will you accompany me?"

"Okay, let's go to the field together to catch aliens," Tan Da agreed happily, "You can walk as long as you want."

He didn't notice the cold light flickering in Aisha's eyes at all. "Walk as long as you want"? If I don't let you see my power, you really think taking care of a child is easy!

After the two went out, Schiller, who had said he was going to sleep, immediately left the room. He began to examine the structure of the entire house.

If Tan Da is related to the town's missing persons cases, then the possibility of the missing persons still being alive is not very high. At least, the possibility of adults surviving is very low.

What kind of person is Tan Da, or rather, what kind of person is someone like him?

Simply put, they need to be "unique."

Analyzing someone like him doesn't even require psychoanalysis, because his behavior is full of loopholes.

First, when Schiller met him, he claimed to be the "baby of the family." The term he used was "baby of the family," which is gender-neutral and refers to the youngest child.

But after entering the house, it was discovered that there was also a little daughter in his family. That is to say, Tan Da was actually not the youngest; his younger sister was.

Although his younger sister died prematurely, if he really loved his family that much, would he call himself the youngest child in the family not long after his sister died? This is completely self-contradictory.

Moreover, in the English context, telling a stranger that you are the youngest child in the family is actually very strange. Compared to expressing the more complex "youngest," saying "the third" is a more colloquial and normal expression.

And calling oneself a "baby" is a bit like saying in Chinese that one is the most special treasure in the family, inevitably carrying a hint of showing off.

It can be seen that the identity of "youngest son" is very important to Tan Da, which means he is special in the family. And the birth of his younger sister meant that this specialness was gone.

Some people might think, what is so important about birth order? Would anyone kill their own relatives for this?

In fact, there are, and this logic is also very common in life.

Once someone needs to use some natural things that are almost completely unaffected by external forces and cannot be decided by themselves, such as birthplace, gender, or rank, to emphasize their specialness, it means that he is mediocre in other aspects without any special features.

Because if this person had money, status, experience, or even just a stable personality, he would definitely bring it up. If he doesn't say it, then he definitely doesn't have it.

And the more there is no specialness in other aspects, the more they will grasp these natural straws and not let go, eventually even becoming obsessed, feeling that they can naturally obtain these things, and it must be God's favor.

Since it is God's will, if someone defies God, and I punish them on God's behalf, isn't that a matter of course?

According to Schiller's observation of Tan Da, he is indeed a relatively mediocre person, even mediocre in his antisocial behavior.

His method of attracting prey is to show his friendliness. His means of manipulation are also intimidation without any deterrent power. Being able to fall into his hands means either one's own emotions are unstable, or there might be some problems with IQ.

Even if he hadn't come, after another period of time, the police would have been able to bring him to justice.

Schiller didn't care about Tan Da. When he realized that Tan Da might be targeting tourists, Tan Da's role was to attract the police. He had to have a reasonable reason to contact the Martian Manhunter, right?

Although a car breakdown or Aisha getting sick could also attract the police's attention, it was obviously not enough to make the Martian Manhunter pay too much attention to him. But a murder case is different.

Schiller paced back and forth in the house; he wasn't worried that Tan Da would return. Based on Aisha's energy, she would never return without walking Tan Da until his legs couldn't be lifted.

After walking around, Schiller finally found the entrance to the cellar in the corner of the warehouse. The way the dust was distributed here was significantly different from other places, which meant that someone had been frequently entering and exiting recently.

As soon as Schiller opened the cellar door, he smelled a very typical stench of rotting corpses.

He sighed lightly, having a premonition about what he was about to see.

Climbing down the cellar ladder, what came before the stench of corpses was actually a faint cry.

Schiller gasped, ignoring the situation nearby, and hurried toward the direction the crying came from.

In the darkness, he vaguely saw a small figure. Schiller looked left and right and found the switch for the light hanging from the ceiling.

Click!

As soon as the light turned on, the figure behind the shower curtain shivered significantly. Schiller walked over and pulled open the shower curtain of the bathtub, seeing a little girl covered in filth.

Although disheveled and terrified, she was at least alive.

And lying behind the bathtub was a corpse, a middle-aged woman, with her head smashed into a bloody mess. From the state of the corpse, it could be seen that she had been dead for two or three days.

Schiller picked up the little girl from the bathtub without a word, checked her exposed arms, neck, and back, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

The little girl had not been sexually assaulted. The filth on her body seemed to be left over from rolling in the mud while trying to escape, and the wounds on her body were mostly scratched by stones or bushes in the soil.

"Fortunately." He said he didn't find traits of sexual violence and pedophilia in Tan Da's spirit and personality, otherwise he wouldn't have let Aisha take him for a walk with peace of mind.

"Are you here to save me?" the little girl asked, staring at Schiller.

Discovering that the little girl could still speak, Schiller was even more pleasantly surprised. He said, "Yes, I am here to save you, I will hand you over to the police in a while..."

Speaking of this, Schiller stopped again. He suddenly thought that he couldn't hand this little girl over to the police because he didn't know which one was the real police officer.

The male police officer he met could be J'onn, or it could be Ma'alefa'ak; he couldn't make an accurate judgment for the time being. If he handed her over to the wrong one, it would be troublesome.

Ma'alefa'ak's personality has elements of sexual psychological disorders, otherwise he wouldn't have wanted to rape his sister-in-law. Handing this victim little girl to him, could there be anything good?

Schiller took a deep breath and said, "Sorry, the police station in town is having some trouble, I can't send you there for the time being. But I hope you believe I am a good person, I will find a place to settle you."

Although the little girl still looked a bit terrified, she nodded. Schiller glanced at the corpse next to her and said, "You saw who the murderer was, right?"

"That person named Tan Da," the little girl's speech was very clear, she said, "He tricked us into his house. My mother fainted after eating, he killed her, and locked me here."

"Okay, what is your name?"

"Betty, my home is in Englewood."

"Okay, Betty, you've done a great job. Your mother must be proud of you."

Schiller held her in his arms and rubbed her head hard. The little girl groped and hugged his waist, then started sobbing, eventually turning into a wail.

Not long after, the physically exhausted little girl cried herself to sleep. Schiller carried her out of the cellar, but couldn't think of where to send her for a moment.

Finally, he sent Betty to his bedroom upstairs and took the box Aisha had helped him get earlier.

When he went downstairs, he happened to see Tan Da return.

It seems he is not stupid either; he should have realized Aisha's abnormality. But he discovered it too late.

"Thank you very much for taking us in. This is a gift for you," Schiller handed the box over.

Tan Da's expression was not very good, and he didn't reach out to take it, seemingly wanting to say something to Schiller.

Schiller sighed and opened the box himself. There were no bombs or sprays inside, only a white chess piece.

It was the King in chess, carved quite exquisitely, and looking at the color and material, it seemed to be ivory, warm and beautiful.

Schiller handed the opened box to Tan Da. Tan Da reached out and took out the exquisite chess piece, but the moment he touched the surface of the chess piece, his legs went weak and he fell down.

Aisha, who was following him, said with some surprise, "What is this? Why did he suddenly faint?"

"Carfentanil," Schiller shook his head and said, "And I'm afraid he didn't just faint."

Aisha gasped. She looked at Tan Da; in just these few seconds, the other party's heart stopped, and he could basically be declared dead.

"Too cheap for him," Aisha said.

She knew that Schiller wouldn't make a move on Tan Da for no reason. If there was only suspicion, he would definitely investigate, and he would definitely find substantive evidence before suddenly interrupting the previous plan and directly killing Tan Da.

And judging from this crisp and neat way of making a move, this guy had mostly done some things that angered both man and God.

Schiller went to the kitchen to get a pair of plastic gloves, and only after putting them on did he pick up the chess piece and put it back into the black box.

This brings up a question—without Gray Mist, does Schiller have no trump card for self-protection?

Before thinking about this question, one must first think about it. In his previous life, without Gray Mist, how did he dominate in America?

It can only be said that the answer is the exact opposite; it is precisely because of Gray Mist that he didn't use the means of his previous life, and thus looked much gentler.

This thing is one of Schiller's trump cards from his previous life—it's not just anyone who can disguise the highly toxic Carfentanil as an ivory gift and carve it so exquisitely.

The fentanyl epidemic in the United States is a cliché. And many people who haven't come into contact with fentanyl don't know how terrifying this thing is.

The efficacy of ordinary fentanyl is 50-100 times that of morphine, while the efficacy of Carfentanil is 10,000 times that of morphine; a lethal dose for an adult only requires two milligrams.

The most terrifying thing is that it can be absorbed through skin contact. An adult can absorb a lethal dose in 2-3 seconds, directly triggering respiratory arrest, circulatory inhibition, and cardiac arrest, without even a chance for rescue.

In terms of chemistry, the fear toxin of the supervillain Scarecrow is just for fun. It can only be said that it is not unreasonable for Bruce to answer chemistry questions fiercely on psychology exams.

After all, compared to psychotherapy, there are some people in this world who need drug treatment more.

?? True Breaking Bad

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