Chapter 4505

Victor lifted the freezing of the room, and Brainiac saw Schiller, who was frozen in the ice sculpture with a helpless expression.

"I look at you with new eyes," Brainiac said, "Looking at it this way, my plan to re-plan nature reserves in various places is possible to land..."

"No possibility," Victor said, "I didn't trap him just by relying on dense ice."

With a "bang," the ice layer shattered. Schiller supported the wall, smiled and said: "It seems other things have been solved. Now can we talk about the case, Mr. Fries?"

"What other case?"

"You don't think I really put myself in danger and went to find Hugo without making any preparations, right?"

"I thought this time, you also just intended to clean him up by the way."

"Originally, that was indeed the plan," Schiller let out a long breath and walked over to sit down. Victor went to pour him a cup of hot tea and sat opposite him.

"For these years locked in Arkham Asylum, Hugo has never been honest. He constantly used his mental manipulation ability to do small tricks, persecuting many people and offending many people. I found some former victims."

"Can they deal with Hugo?"

"Not under normal circumstances. But Hugo is obviously not normal now—after fighting with me, he has been blinded by anger. Just a small mistake, and he will be swallowed up by that group of madmen."

"A very good plan. So, what other problems are there?"

"The problem is, he can't die yet," Schiller drank some tea and said, "The reason I said he has some level is not that he dug up Bruce's affairs back then, but that he brainwashed that little girl."

"As far as I know, these living corpses are not completely without resistance. Some of them can actively urge the death force in their bodies, erupting with power different from ordinary people."

"You mean..."

"Resurrected living corpses should originally be controlled by the mastermind behind the scenes. Hugo is like this, and that little girl is also like this. But both of them are obviously out of control."

Schiller sighed and said: "Resurrecting Hugo was the stupidest decision made by the mastermind behind the scenes. You have no way to induce a psychologist to make the choice you want him to make by changing memories or deleting certain emotions. People like Hugo usually have a very perfect mental self-check mechanism. After he regained consciousness, he could realize where something was wrong the first time and correct it. So it is very likely that shortly after he was resurrected, he had already escaped the control of the mastermind behind the scenes."

"Then why doesn't the mastermind behind the scenes turn him back into a corpse?"

"Because the level of the mastermind behind the scenes is not as high as his. He can cover up his mental abnormalities, and not even let the mastermind behind the scenes notice that he has repaired the errors in his mental system."

"Because he is out of control, he also let that little girl be out of control. But why can't it be that the two of them cooperated and set a trap for you together?"

"Although there is such a possibility, the biggest problem is: if that little girl doesn't really believe things are like this, then I might find flaws in her lies. This is too unsafe."

Schiller rested his elbows on his knees, holding the teacup with both hands and said: "Hugo has always wanted to defeat me in a confrontation in the mental field; this has become his obsession. Last time he lost, and this time there is a seemingly fair opportunity, he will definitely go all out and won't leave any handle."

"He doesn't understand that little girl, and has no interest in understanding her. He won't believe she can tell a lie that can completely deceive me or Brainiac. He only believes he can do it, so he did it. He must have thought of a way to hide it from the mastermind behind the scenes and modified her memory."

"I fully understand," Victor said, "He knows Bruce feels guilty about the little girl's matter, and you might want to make up for this regret. But if she carries wrong memories, this will never be possible. You must find a way to solve this problem."

"This is the 'fair confrontation' he wants," Schiller said, "Let's see which of us can control her."

"God," Victor exclaimed, "So you accepted this challenge, which is why you didn't want Hugo to die in the hands of those madmen? You want to defeat him head-on, and then..."

Schiller shook his head: "I suspect that if he dies, his mental control over that little girl will never be lifted."

"The key point is in him, not in that little girl?"

"That's right. Because he wants to defeat me head-on, he hopes it's a confrontation between him and me, not someone else. The little girl is just a lead."

"It's troublesome now," Victor had a headache again, "The people you brought want revenge; they might have even touched Hugo. But you want to save Hugo, which means standing on the opposite side of them."

"No," Schiller shook his head again, "I reminded them long ago that things are not that simple, and there is no way to defeat him directly from the flesh. If they are frustrated, they will still come to me."

"So you think they can't kill Hugo?"

"Who will win between them and Hugo depends on who I help. If I leave it alone, even if Hugo can escape death, he will definitely suffer a big loss. If I help him, he should be able to escape smoothly."

"Do you want to help him?" Victor frowned.

"He thinks I will help him," Schiller drank some tea and said, "And I will indeed go help him. It should be almost here now."

"God! That Brainiac government little clerk is simply everywhere," Victor exclaimed, "It seems I must take the risk of plagiarism and add him to my work."

"Will he go to save Hugo?" Victor asked curiously, "Then what are we doing?"

What Victor was confused about was that since this matter would be solved by someone, why were they discussing it here.

"We are of course going to watch the fun," Schiller said, "I have a premonition that we will see a huge piece of fun. In this regard, you have to believe my intuition."

After saying this, he stood up and put on his coat. Victor hadn't reacted yet. He originally thought this was a very serious topic, and they were going to have a battle of wits and games, at least reasoning back and forth for three or four rounds to initially glimpse a part of the mastermind's evil intentions. As a result, Schiller just wanted to watch the fun, so he introduced the cause and effect to him in advance.

"Let's go, Mr. Fries. We have to choose a good sniper position; maybe we'll need you to take action," Schiller walked over and patted Victor, who was still stunned, on the shoulder. Victor had no choice but to stand up and get his coat.

"What exactly is the fun?" In the car, Victor asked.

"You'll know soon. This is a great opportunity for you to exert your imagination and writing style. Whether this case can have a romantic and poignant ending depends on your writing power."

The car slowly drove into the North District, and the snow became a little lighter. But because most of the houses here were uninhabited, the atmosphere was even more desolate, with only a few houses in the distance lit up. The car turned around and entered a long street. The manor at the very end appeared simple and old, the roof covered with a thick layer of snow, and gray-green climbing plants had been left untended for a long time, covering an entire wall.

At this time, a room on the second floor of this house was lit, but it was not clear from downstairs. After Schiller got out of the car, he looked left and right, and then said: "Let's go over there."

He pointed to another house on the side of the manor. The roof of this house was slightly higher than the second floor of the manor room. There was a platform there, and as long as you stood on it, you should be able to see the situation in that room just right.

Circling to the front of the house, Schiller unlocked the door directly. This was also an abandoned villa, and the internal doors were unlocked. They soon came to the second floor, and then went up to the roof along the terrace stairs.

"Alright, Mr. Fries, use your dense ice to create a room here, otherwise it's too cold."

Victor was a bit speechless, but still used the ice wall of dense ice to create a relatively closed space. Schiller took out the heater brought from the office and put the teapot on it.

This small space soon warmed up. Schiller took out a telescope from somewhere. Victor took it and looked left and right; it wasn't a very professional telescope, and it couldn't see very far. But fortunately, they weren't very far away, so he put the telescope to his eyes.

"It really is him," Victor looked at the figure standing in the center of the room and said, "It really is Hugo Strange."

Although it was speculated to be him before, after all, no one had seen him, and it couldn't be very certain. But now seeing someone who had long been dead standing in front of them like this, Victor really had a sense of reality—such a magical thing as resurrection had actually happened.

Hugo stood next to the sofa, seemingly waiting for someone. Not long after, another black car circled to the other side of the manor, and a man wearing a long trench coat and a hat walked into the manor gate.

He was very similar to Schiller, or rather, he was Schiller. And, he was wearing the same long trench coat and black suit as Schiller, and was also carrying an umbrella in his hand.

"Is he imitating you?" Victor asked while holding the telescope.

"Seems so," Schiller also held the telescope.

"Why would he do this? What's the difference between him going and you going?"

"There's no difference, but if he goes, I can watch the fun," Schiller said, "And I can also drag you to watch it together."

That figure walked into the manor and soon came to the second floor. Because someone was always facing away from the window, the lip movements couldn't be seen, so it wasn't clear what exactly was said. But it looked like some old matters, perhaps about their first confrontation.

Just at this time, with a "clatter," the window of that room shattered, and a flying knife was thrown in. Hugo dodged in a somewhat embarrassed manner, and he shouted something at Schiller, but he still couldn't see the lip movements. Schiller stood in place without moving. Several people suddenly broke into the room.

"Are those the victims?" Victor asked, "Hugo is going to be miserable."

"Not necessarily," Schiller said, "This guy has many tricks."

As soon as the words fell, Hugo fled to the corner of the room in a somewhat embarrassed manner, but suddenly threw a machine at the female assassin. The female assassin blocked it with her arm, but the moment she touched the machine, she fell into a trance.

Taking this opportunity, Hugo rushed over in a burst, directly grabbing the female assassin's neck. The others were afraid of throwing the rat, and both sides began to shout at each other.

I don't know what they talked about, but in the end, the tall man holding a shotgun who looked like the leader retreated out of the room. The figure that looked like a child also looked a bit helpless. After they all retreated, Hugo directly knocked the female assassin unconscious and threw her out the window.

"God, if he hadn't controlled that assassin, we could probably witness a murder case with the most participants," Victor clicked his tongue, "What a pity."

"The good show is still to come," Schiller said while holding the telescope.