Chapter 474: The Three of Us (Part 1)

After Schiller found the safe left by his former self in the basement of the Metropolis manor, he obtained the "Philby List" that various parties were searching for. At the same time, there was a Soviet medal, which proved that the original Schiller might have had a relationship with the Soviet Union.

And now, Schiller's former classmate Brand personally admitted that Schiller was indeed a Marxist who had not only been to East Berlin but had lived in Moscow, joined the KGB, and even eventually defected from the KGB.

According to Brand, Schiller coming to Cat Getan to take refuge was actually to hide from the KGB.

This point makes sense in terms of logic. Through clues, Schiller discovered that the original Schiller was not a simple person either. Ordinary opponents were not enough to force him to come to this city of sin to hide, but if it were the KGB, even the current Schiller would have to treat it with caution.

Many people might not know how powerful this organization was. Because after the dissolution of the Soviet Union, the Federal Security Service of the Russian Federation, which transformed from the KGB, was not very famous. But during the Soviet era, the KGB was undoubtedly the world's number one spy organization.

Because of ideological reasons, the Soviet Union had always been an enemy of the whole world, and the KGB had always been an enemy of the world's spy organizations. During the years the Soviet Union existed, this spy organization was always in an unfavorable situation of one against many, but the final result was that all the spy organizations of other countries had to unite to barely block its offensive.

Of course, because it is 1988 now, the internal contradictions of the Soviet Union are very serious, and the economic situation is not as good as before, so the KGB is no longer glorious. But there is no doubt that it is still the most outstanding spy organization in the world, bar none.

If the original Schiller had provoked such a force, it would be very normal for him to choose to come to Cat Getan to take refuge.

But there was still a doubt in this. Previously, Schiller had encountered a wave of people from Metropolis looking for trouble with him in Cat Getan. This group of people was not very professional and did not pose any threat. Schiller guessed that this might be a probing move by the KGB.

As the most powerful spy organization in the world, they couldn't possibly not know the special nature of Cat Getan. They didn't foolishly stuff agents in like the CIA, but chose to incite some forces in Metropolis to come in and scout the path, which also makes sense.

The only problem was that the killer who came looking later was not a KGB agent, but Deathstroke.

Schiller didn't think the KGB would hire a freelance mercenary to kill him, especially when Schiller might have mastered some intelligence. Deathstroke, however, went all out, clearly wanting to put him to death, which didn't seem like an action the KGB would take.

To know the answer to this question, he would have to make Deathstroke say the identity of the employer who hired him. But this seasoned mercenary was not easy to deal with, and more importantly, he was elusive and his whereabouts were uncertain. Wanting to contact him depended entirely on luck, and Schiller didn't have time to search the world for him.

Besides looking for clues outward, Schiller had another path to choose, which was to investigate his own memories inward.

Schiller flipped through the archives in the Hall of Thought for a long time, but he was very certain that he didn't find any memories of the original Schiller regarding espionage work. The memories of his growth, schooling, graduation, work, and participation in those bizarre cases did exist, but they weren't very clear either.

Schiller also couldn't be certain whether this was caused by his time travel or if there was another hidden story.

There weren't enough clues regarding this matter, so he couldn't make an accurate judgment, but because this wasn't a very urgent matter, Schiller wasn't in a hurry to investigate.

Taking a step back, the current Soviet Union was almost unsavable. At most, in three years, this country would disappear. No matter how big the grudge Schiller had with the KGB, after three years, everything would vanish like smoke.

In the office of Arkham Asylum, Schiller slowly told Brand about what happened in Metropolis this time.

"... The situation is roughly like this. Actually, it's quite dramatic, isn't it?"

Brand rolled his eyes slightly and said: "Only you would call such a dangerous event involving the game of various forces and frequent murders dramatic..."

Brand opened his medical record book and said: "I can prescribe you some anti-anxiety medication. You need to go back and adjust your schedule yourself, relax your mood. I think the rest of the medical advice doesn't need me to say..."

"Right, Hugo Strange, who took over my work, became a patient. Then who is the attending physician of Arkham Asylum now?"

"Don't even mention this matter." Brand sighed deeply and said, "After Hugo moved into the hospital, I went to find the mayor and Bruce Wayne, hoping they could hire another attending physician for this hospital."

"After you came here, you had no contact with your former teachers and classmates. If it weren't for you still publishing papers, they would have thought you died in Cat Getan."

"Hugo is even more exaggerated. He hadn't been here for a week before he turned from a doctor into a patient, and he completely lost contact with his original social circle."

"And let's not even talk about me. To get rid of those troubles, I also rarely contact the outside world."

"Among the three of us, you are the most famous, but Hugo and I aren't bad either. Three famous psychologists all fell at Arkham Asylum. Who else do you think dares to come?"

Schiller supported his chin with his fingers and said: "As long as the money is enough, there should be a few who dare to risk their lives, right?"

Brand sneered twice and said: "Haven't you discovered it yet? This ghost place of Cat Getan is fundamentally not normal. Mentally normal ordinary people coming here might become a bit chaotic, while lunatics who are already mentally chaotic can only be patients when they come here."

"Do you think people who dare to risk their lives in Cat Getan are normal people?"

"I need to spend a week organizing all the work and then hand it over to the new attending physician. But how long can he stay in this position? Three days? A week?"

"More importantly, thanks to your infinitely wise governance plan, we don't have any extra wards left for the attending physician who has gone crazy. If another crazy doctor comes, I'm afraid they can only live in the washroom."

"So, Hugo is considered lucky?"

"Yeah, at least he got the last fixed ward; otherwise, I really could only lock him in a washroom cubicle."

Schiller curled his lips. He stood up, tidied his clothes, and then said to Brand: "I think you can go talk to the mayor. The work of an acting attending physician should come with a raise, right?"

Brand didn't raise his head, just lifted his eyelids, rolled his eyes, looked at Schiller, and said: "When Victor called me before, I didn't feel there was anything worth being nervous about. Now it seems your condition has worsened. Hurry up and take your medicine!"

Schiller shrugged his shoulders, mocked Brand a few more times, and intended to turn and leave. Just as he turned around, Brand called him again and said:

"Oh, right, forgot to tell you one thing. Yesterday, I received a strange call. I don't know how the person on the other side made the phone receiver here fly up."

"He said he was your friend and wanted a fixed bed..."

Schiller looked back and asked Brand: "Don't tell me that person's name is Constantine?"

"That's the name. His British accent was too heavy, and he was drunk. He didn't explain his condition or symptoms clearly. What's wrong with him?"

"If he calls again, just scold him and hang up."

Just as Schiller said this, a crisp telephone ring came from the desk. Schiller and Brand's eyes both fell on that phone.

Brand shook his head, signaling Schiller to answer the phone. Schiller hesitated when he walked to the phone. He picked up a tissue from the side to wrap the receiver, then picked up the receiver and put it to his ear.

"Hello?"

"Hello? Dr. Brand? It's me, the Constantine who called yesterday. Um... can I go to your place for treatment now? I'm a bit..."

"Constantine, listen. If you want to buy medicine, go to the pharmacy near the East End docks. There are no discounts here. If you want to find a lover, go to the red-light district. There's no one you're looking for here..."

"Uh, Schiller? Why is it you? You went back to work?"

Constantine suddenly sobered up. Schiller heard a chaotic scene over there, seemingly with gunfire. He heard Constantine muttering to himself over there:

"Damn it, followed again... Wait, why is this magic circle drawn wrong? Did I drink too much?"

"Oh, wait, wait!... Batman! Don't move, I didn't do anything, I'm just resting here for a while! I didn't break the law, you can't..."

"Swish! Swish! Bang! Boom—Clatter... Clatter..."

A few violent sounds came from the other end of the phone again. With the sound of Constantine gasping, the other side finally quieted down.

Constantine panted and said: "Good thing I ran fast, that damn lunatic..."

"What exactly is wrong with you? If there's nothing else, I'm hanging up."

"Don't! Don't! Schiller, for the sake of us being friends, help me out! I've had enough of this damn spandex freak!"

Before Schiller could ask, Constantine started complaining bitterly:

"That guy called Batman is simply a lunatic. At first, he kept following me like a peeping pervert. Even if I went to a bar or red-light district to have fun, he would follow!"

"Recently, he's become even more excessive. He even started restricting my personal freedom, beating me, kidnapping me. Oh God, he must want to kill me!"

"Constantine... do you know?" Schiller interrupted him. He first said in a low tone: "Actually, I have always felt that Batman is a bit too paranoid about upholding justice and fighting crime in Cat Getan, and the methods he adopts are also very inefficient..."

Constantine just wanted to agree, but Schiller suddenly changed to an admiring tone and said:

"But I have to say, what he did recently is truly worthy of being a Cat Getan hero. If he can beat you to death, I will erect a monument for him in the center of the central roundabout."

"Don't be like that, Schiller. Let me go over and hide for two days. Really, just hide for two days. Once the two days are up, I promise I won't bother you anymore..."

To Constantine's surprise, Schiller didn't refuse immediately, but asked: "What exactly did you do to piss Batman off?"

"I didn't... Alright, you know, I'm a very devout believer, so I go to worship on the Sabbath..."

"Then other believers should really thank you. God discovered Constantine was worshipping and left Heaven overnight carrying the cross."

Constantine snorted through his nose and said: "Stop joking. I'm serious. When I went to the church to pray, I happened to discover that there was something fishy underground. To ensure the safety of all believers, of course, I had to investigate..."

"How much did you take?"

"Just a small bottle. Do you think Batman is... no, I didn't take it, uh... I mean, I don't know what you're talking about..."

Schiller laughed, and Constantine followed suit on the other end of the phone, and then he heard Schiller say viciously:

"No way, can't save you, wait for death." ===== CHAPTER 475 =====