Chapter 3840: The Nameless Bat (21)

The girl quickly divided the photos into three parts, pointing to each part of the photos from left to right and saying: "Toy No. 1, Toy No. 2, and a copycat."

"What do you mean?" Gordon's face became serious.

"The real Eden Killer isn't these three people who took action." Mnemosyne's speech speed was still very fast, "No. 1 is a male about 1.83 meters tall, and his dominant hand is his right hand. Considering the distance between the first crime scene and the corpse and the weather that day, he may have a military training background and served in tropical regions. His left leg was injured, and he may suffer from some kind of psoriasis. Married... one, two, three children. He has three children to raise."

"No. 2 is a female not exceeding 1.7 meters tall, her hair is light blonde, and she is losing hair very seriously. She may have encountered some trouble recently... debt to a gang. Her right hand has nerve problems, and she has a history of drug abuse. She worked in the back kitchen of a shop that needed a lot of deep-frying, and she was still working when she killed."

"As for the copycat... I don't know." Mnemosyne said, "One possibility is that the other party is a very brilliant killer who didn't leave any traces; another possibility is that he is the Eden Killer you are looking for himself, just disguised as his own copycat."

From the moment Mnemosyne started speaking, Gordon's mouth hadn't closed. He looked at the photos he brought over again, but didn't find any evidence that could corroborate these words.

"If Batman were here, he would agree with me." Mnemosyne said, "If you take these things to him, he will reach the same conclusion."

"You mean you are as powerful as Batman? Wait, how do you know Batman?"

Mnemosyne showed that impatient expression again. She began to shake her body unconsciously.

Gordon had to look at Schiller. Schiller nodded and said: "She has talent. Perhaps Batman would be willing to let her become an assistant."

"Oh, God. I don't hope that one day the one sneaking around in my office is my foster daughter. Or let's talk about these cases? Professor?"

"You know my angle of looking at problems is different from yours." Schiller said, "I can't provide you with such specific clues like this smart detective lady, but I can try to analyze the killer's thoughts."

Mnemosyne turned her head to stare at him suddenly.

"What do you see?" Gordon asked.

"Loneliness, learning..."

"And?"

"Some kind of disguise."

"What disguise?"

"Absence."

"Absence?"

Gordon looked very confused, completely unable to understand. These words were too fragmented, and they didn't form a sentence when combined. He could only request Schiller to explain clearly.

"He is lonely." Schiller said, "But he is proud of his loneliness. This loneliness doesn't contain jealousy of happy lovers and happy families, but a kind of disdain. He thinks that all kinds of social interactions in the secular sense are a sin. He is very annoyed."

"Is he socially maladjusted?"

"He may manifest as socially maladjusted, but it's not because he doesn't have the ability to socialize, but because he hates it. He doesn't want to socialize with anyone. He enjoys his loneliness. So he chose johns and prostitutes to take action."

"What's the connection?"

"This is a pure relationship of money and flesh, not a way of concluding social relationships recognized by the public. He is singing their praises, thinking that this process is nobler than making friends, finding lovers, and forming families."

"Is he also a john?"

"He is not. He is just learning."

"Learning?"

"He is exploring human physical relationships." Schiller paused and then said, "Considering there are minors present, I won't mention some less healthy concepts of sex psychology. In short, he thinks that the physical relationship between a john and a prostitute, which is unrelated to emotion, is very good learning material."

"But he killed them."

"Experimentally," Schiller said. "His purpose is not killing, but to preserve certain things. It's a bit like photography."

"Photography?"

"Yes. Killing them in this state is a form of photography for him; it is a way to permanently preserve certain things."

"Is it that kind of art?"

"No. He is still in the apprentice stage. He hopes he can understand more things; he is far from the time to express his own thoughts. It looks very green and very simple."

Gordon couldn't help but glance at Mnemosyne.

Mnemosyne, however, seemed not to see him at all. Her eyes were fixed on Schiller. She looked at Schiller and said: "Are you talking in your sleep?"

"I am not, Miss. Just like you cannot understand those people in foster homes, when it comes to murder cases, I have no way to communicate with you in the way you are used to."

Mnemosyne stared at him without blinking. But Gordon had no time to care about what conflict there was between them. He leaned his body forward and looked at Schiller, saying: "So who is he?"

"Miss Mnemosyne makes a good point. The Eden Killer didn't do it personally; he just manipulated two people, a man and a woman, and there was also a copycat who perhaps took the initiative. I suggest you arrest the people who did the deed first; the target is already very clear."

Gordon hesitated slightly, but still took out his phone and started assigning tasks. He walked toward the back garden. And while he was away, Mnemosyne stared at Schiller with glowing eyes and said: "How was that done? Do you have empathy?"

"When I analyze these things, do you think I am a killer?"

"That is exactly what I am puzzled about. If you were empathizing with the killer, I would definitely be able to tell. I would see the Eden Killer sitting in front of me, but I didn't see a trace of imitation in you. This shows that you didn't get these conclusions by empathizing with the killer."

"Yes. This is not simple empathy, but psychoanalysis."

"Psychoanalysis?"

"Yes. Empathy, the application of psychoanalysis, and the theory of psychoanalysis are three different things; although they are related, the barriers between them are also stronger than most people imagine."

"Do you have an empathy talent?"

"I do. But that is a talent that requires you to shatter your own rationality and let yourself completely fall into a vortex of broken emotions to exert power. That is a very dangerous state; it's possible that before the killer is caught, you yourself would have a mental breakdown first."

"You aren't using that; you aren't breaking down at all. You are more stable than anyone could imagine," Mnemosyne stared at him and said.

"I am indeed not using empathy, but a talent in psychoanalysis. This talent is very special, usually based on my spectral performance and the hallucinations brought by mental symptoms."

"Are you also a spectral patient?"

"Yes. But my situation is very complex and cannot be summarized by a simple illness. You can understand it as sand blown by the wind falling down and happening to form a castle, or all the monkeys in the world choosing a letter to press and writing the entire works of Shakespeare."

"You are a miracle," Mnemosyne said.

"Considering who turned me into this, yes, I am an irreproducible miracle." Although Schiller said this, there was no self-satisfaction in his tone; he still appeared very calm.

"It's incredible," Mnemosyne said. "Can't you adopt me? I think we would have a lot to talk about."

"The problem is that as a person with a history of mental illness, I cannot meet the adoption requirements," Schiller said.

"That's just an excuse," Mnemosyne said. "People like you can easily get everything, and you don't care about any legal provisions. You don't do it purely because you don't want to."

"I just didn't want to be too blunt, Miss. That would be a bit too hurtful to your heart."

"Okay. I think you really shouldn't be willing. You are the type of person who would find reasoning and judgment based on facts boring. I am interested in you, but you are not interested in me."

"I have met a person who reached the pinnacle in this regard," Schiller said. "Compared to him, others are indeed lackluster."

Mnemosyne stared carefully at his expression and then said: "Batman? Do you think that person who reached the pinnacle is Batman?"

Schiller nodded and said: "So if it's about having common topics, you should go find Batman. Even if he doesn't adopt you, he should let Gordon relax his control over you."

"But as far as I know, he is a control freak. How would he be willing to let me get in touch with more cases?"

"He has many assistants like you. He doesn't lock them in a greenhouse, but exercises them as much as possible. His educational philosophy won't disappoint you."

Mnemosyne lowered her head and stopped talking, but she was clearly thinking about something. At this time, Gordon also returned, but his complexion was not good. He looked at Schiller and said: "Two more bodies have appeared in the Red Light District. Do you want to go take a look?"

Schiller glanced at the rain outside the window, sighed in resignation, and walked to the door to pick up his umbrella. He looked at Mnemosyne and said: "We cannot leave such a child who does not have full capacity for civil conduct alone here. Let her go with us; at worst, she can stay in the car."

Gordon did not hesitate; he nodded, clearly having truly realized Mnemosyne's talent through his previous communication with his subordinates. She must have guessed a lot correctly.

Schiller got an umbrella for Mnemosyne. He opened his own umbrella, and Gordon put on a raincoat. The group got into the police car.

The closer they got to Cat Getan's Red Light District, the more bustling the streets appeared. The neon lights of store signs blurred their boundaries in the rain, and the lines of various light strips reflected on the water surface, appearing even more chaotic. This was the only opportunity for Schiller to see scenes in the real world that were like those in his hallucinatory world.

The car drove past, kicking up splashing rainwater. Schiller thought of the letter the main universe Batman had sent him:

"... I just returned from the Magic Academy. I have new ideas for the planning and development of my universe's energy system. I'm afraid that for the next period of time, I will be busy focusing on the universe to see if I can find an opportunity to upgrade the energy system for Earth during the war.

Unfortunately, although I have made full preparations in Cat Getan, there is still a case that exceeded my expectations. Gordon is busy and overwhelmed, and a little girl named Mnemosyne who recently returned to his place has relatively typical spectral symptoms. And the overly busy Gordon is afraid he won't be able to spend more energy on her.

Here, I hope you can return to 125 Kaczorowski to look after that poor little girl for a while. If you can provide help for the case Gordon is busy with, that would be even better.

Thank you very much. Doctor — Batman."

?? Here it comes!