When Bruce rushed into the room, Schiller had disappeared. This time the dark time was so long that Bruce, who had no night vision, did not see how Schiller left.

There was more than one door in the office. Such a long dark time was enough for Schiller to leave any other door. Bruce knew this, so he did not panic and chased him, but began to check the situation in the room.

In the darkness, Bruce took a miniature flashlight and began to check the situation on the scene, but in fact there was nothing to investigate here. Bruce had seen everything from the window. The only valuable thing here was the chair, the corpse, and blood all over the ground.

There was too much blood here, and the strong smell of blood made Bruce feel a little dizzy. At this moment, he suddenly discovered that there was a string of footprints made of blood on the ground.

He walked over and looked, and found that the footprints should be left by men's leather shoes, which were exactly in line with Schiller's size.

But Bruce felt that this was a trap because he knew that Schiller had special abilities far beyond ordinary people. He didn't have to walk to leave, so how could he leave footprints?

Perhaps this is another way to guide his sight, but Bruce can only keep up with this clue, because in addition to pursuing the truth and bringing the murderer to justice, Bruce has another impulse.

He witnessed Schiller's crime process with his own eyes, which was not what he had done before. He knew what Schiller might have done, but because of Schiller's overly concealed means and skills of using force to fight, he was completely unable to trace the situation.

He saw with his own eyes how Schiller killed someone, and he used a cruel means to deprive others of his life.

In other words, Schiller no longer had any excuses to excuse the crimes he had committed.

Following the footprints, Bruce chased after him. He saw the bloody footprints going up the stairs until he reached the top floor of the mental hospital. The more he walked up, Bruce became more confused, because he saw more blood next to the blood footprints.

It didn't look like there were traces of falling on the clothes when killing people, because the amount of bleeding was too large, and it seemed that Schiller was bleeding all the time.

This made Bruce feel ridiculous. How could Schiller bleed? He was completely a fog. Who could make a fog bleed?

But when he chased to the top and opened the door at the end, he was sure that he had no hallucinations. Schiller in front of him looked pale and covered in blood.

He stood by the windowsill. When the moonlight shone on his dark suit, Bruce saw that most of the suit was dyed dark red, and the blood stains on it even condensed once, but were pressed on one layer.

At this time, Schiller's face was very pale, his lips no longer looked bloody, because he had lost too much blood and was on the verge of coma.

However, there was no pain or fragility in his eyes, but a pathological condition that Bruce had never seen before, which was a hysterical emotion that he could not understand.

On his side, the three chairs were arranged neatly, and the three victims before sat there with a straight face. They faced Bruce, raised their heads and looked upwards above the room.

Bruce didn't understand why they were in such a weird posture. His empty eyes seemed to be staring at something, but it seemed to be nothing.

"You are here." When Schiller's voice sounded, Bruce felt very unfamiliar. He couldn't control himself thinking that the person in front of him was not the professor he knew at all.

"I know, you always think that multiple personality disorder is just an excuse for the murderers of serial murderers to escape from crimes." Schiller's voice seemed very light, as if he always floated on the surface, with a little gentleness, which was not unpleasant, but it was completely different from him.

"Do you still think so now?" Schiller asked.

"Who are you?" Bruce walked in and stood opposite Schiller, only a few meters away.

"Maybe he hasn't told you that the many personalities you've seen cannot be considered personality..." Schiller's voice seemed a little weak, and it seemed that he had never been put into practice. He said: "Every personality represents a trait, and the Schiller you were most familiar with represents arrogance."

"That Schiller, who you selected, was originally arrogant, but after he was chosen by you, he turned into madness."

"And I..." Schiller looked at Bruce and said, "I represent the 'pathological' in personality."

"Sick..." Bruce's tone began to become low, and he entered Batman's state, and he asked, "Why are you injured?"

"Why do you think I'm not hurt? Because you've seen something magical?" Schiller suddenly smiled disdainfully, and he said, "Your eyes tell me that you've envied this power, but it makes me sick."

Schiller slowly opened his arms, raised his tone, and said, "The most exciting part of the game is that prey can harm you. It is dangerous at any time, and may shed blood and be injured at any time. This is the meaning of hunting."

"Put yourself in a completely safe situation and use the crushing power to deal with prey, that is not murder, but massacre."

"The greatest charm of smart creatures is that their firm will make them resist when they reach desperate situations, and the greatest charm of murdering smart creatures is that their resistance may make me bleeding, hurt, and even die."

"I may pay the same price as them at any time. It's like a gamble. Only when no one knows the winner and lose, can we get the strongest pleasure in the moment of the announcement."

"If I knew in advance that I would win, then this bet would have become the most boring game in the world, so boring that it makes people disgusting."

"So..." Schiller lowered his head, untied his tie, took off his suit jacket, revealing his shirt that had been completely dyed in dark red. He reached out and threw the suit jacket aside, and said, "I gave up all the power beyond ordinary people, what you see..."

Schiller waved his hand and pointed at the bodies, saying, "...they are my trophys, and I won every bet here."

"You're crazy." Batman has nothing else to say. Even when facing the Joker, he can still reiterate words such as public safety and justice. But when facing Schiller like this, Batman has nothing to say. He is crazy, very thoroughly crazy.

"No, I said, I do not represent madness, because real madness does not require any pleasure to stimulate, it represents complete chaos." Schiller shook his head and said, "But I, I represent pathology, chasing stimulation and pleasure..."

"Do you know how these injuries come about?" Schiller pointed his shoulder with his finger. There was the deepest wound there. From Batman's perspective, he could even see the bones under the scars.

Schiller tilted his head to the side, revealing the whole picture of the wound. It was actually three scars, the deepest in the middle, which was already visible to the bone. He said: "Maybe you have guessed that the theme of this serial murder is the owl."

"These people sitting in front of you, they call themselves owls, but they don't have the courage to be real owls, so I've provided them with some help."

"The extraordinary vision, hearing, their favorite prey, and their heads that can rotate greatly. When I do all this, they scream and feel pain and sadness, but since they don't want to be owls, why should they give themselves such a name?"

"Of course, these little birds who are quarrels have other weapons, that is, the sharp claws they have cultivated, this wound..." Schiller turned his head and looked at his shoulder. He even put his hand directly into the wound and touched his bones. He said, "It was left by their sharp claws."

"I paid a considerable price to kill them. Just like an ordinary person, designing traps, avoiding movements, using myself as bait, the final winner is still me."

Schiller walked forward two steps and placed his hand on the back of the first chair. He said, "Since you have come here, I must have the patience to listen to every story I tell, then start with this president..."

"You killed him, pretended to be a cleaner, sneaked into the bank, and threw the body off the roof." Batman finished the whole story in a very concise language, and then he continued: "The rest of them are the same, pretending to be employees, sneak in, kill them, and throw the body off the roof."

"It seems you are a good detective." Schiller's voice became a little cold, and he said: "My life-and-death game with them is just a simple sentence in your mouth. Every detective is like this. You will skip the most beautiful parts and emphasize those laws and justices that have no meaning."

"You missed so many details that you didn't find out how you got here, maybe, would you want to hear this story?" Schiller was very patient, but it made Batman feel creepy.

"Before, I came to this mental hospital, earlier than any of you."

“When visiting any location, I always like to go to the asylum there to see if every asylum is the same as the one I live in, or better than it.”

"But obviously, Anderson's Asylum is going to be worse, because it's not a mad asylum, it has been transformed into an experimental base. What you didn't notice is that the letter you saw has been taken down once."

"I entered Yinshabel's ward, learned the secret here, heard the conversation of the person in charge, and from him, I learned that they were all owls."

"The bank president, the owner of Palow, the owner of Snow Mountain, and the female head in charge of the lab are all members of the Owl Council, and they are using various projects to raise funds for the experiments here."

"I wanted to lead you here, so I killed the first person, the bank president, and let you know that this eucalyptus is related to owls. If you know this, you will definitely come here."

"When I was doing the first phase of the game, I left many clues in my technique, which made you notice the relationship between the bank president and the boss of Pailo Company, and then let you check the transactions between the bank, Pailo Company and Xueshan Company."

"From this transaction, you will investigate that Pailo wants to transform this psychiatric hospital in the western suburbs, so you will definitely come here to investigate."

"Then, during my investigation, you arranged two power outages, deliberately guiding my sight and asking me to track you down here." Batman said in Shiller's eyes.

He must admit that the setting of this series of interlocking clues is like a exquisite work of art.

"Batman, if I told you the truth in advance, would you still be here?" Schiller asked.

Batman was silent. Obviously, he was not satisfied with the answer in his heart, but Schiller seemed very satisfied. He said: "Each layer of clue gives you some truth, and all the truths make a complete puzzle. In the process, you feel the unparalleled pleasure. This is the disease you get, Batman."

"If you're really normal, you should stop when you find that I'm deliberately guiding your sight, but you don't."

Batman took a step forward, looked into Shiller's eyes and said, "I will arrest you and commit a serial killing for you."

"I'm just thinking." Schiller nodded, and he took two steps back and stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.

He took out a button and pressed it gently. The entire floor-to-ceiling window shattered in response to the sound. The glass fragments were like dazzling crystals, under the moonlight, like heavy rain falling from the sky.

Schiller took another step back and stood in the metropolitan night sky. The night wind kept blowing his hair and clothes. Batman took a step forward and said, "No, this is the tenth floor, you can't..."

"You'd better care for yourself first." Schiller's eyes passed over Batman and looked behind him. Batman hesitated for a moment, but turned around and then he saw a huge black monster.

A noise suddenly came from behind the black monster. Batman heard the Russian language that seemed to be yelling loudly. The dense sound of stray bullets sounded, and Batman instinctively rolled toward the side.

Under the fire of the heavy machine gun, after the black monster shattered, all bullets like fire from the sky hit Schiller.

Batman saw that the tiny spots of flames flashed on Schiller's blood-filled body, gradually integrating with the lights of the Metropolitan family.

Schiller, looking upwards, looked up like those corpses tied to a chair, staring at nothingness, and then fell from the window with his arms open and embracing something.

Constantine and Kayla rushed to the window, only Angela froze in place. She stared at the falling figure in a daze, and a few seconds later, she shouted:

“Schiller…Schiller!

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Chapter completed!