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Chapter 1135: Professor (5)

 Gordon looked back at Harley and didn't understand why she reacted so violently. Logically speaking, she shouldn't know Schiller.

Schiller smiled at Harley, but this did not make her relax at all. She just stood behind Gordon and kept staring at Schiller, looking very wary. Schiller looked at Gordon and said helplessly: "Look

Come on, she doesn’t like me very much, so you have to ask her.”

Gordon turned around, bent down again, looked into Harley's eyes and asked: "You said the murderer wore a mask, what kind of mask did he wear?"

Harley shook her head vigorously, pursed her lips and said nothing. At this time, the head nurse came up and said: "No matter what, she is still a child. She should not stay here after experiencing such a big stimulation."

Under questioning, she should take a hot bath now and take a rest."

Gordon sighed softly. He didn't want to put too much pressure on Harley, so he turned to the head nurse and said: "Of course, I understand, ma'am, but if we don't find out about this matter early, the hospital will

More messy."

"If Miss Quinzel provides any clues later, please tell me." After saying that, Gordon took two steps back and let the other two nurses take Harley away.

Bruce stepped forward and asked Schiller about the hospital rules and doctor's habits, but he didn't gain much, because psychiatry doctors are special. They are less involved in the normal operation of the hospital, and their habits are different from other doctors.

After a few sentences, Bruce knew that there was no need for him to invite Schiller over today.

Now, he is very clear about the tricks of serial killers. If he had to evaluate this case, it would be "skilled, but not much."

An experienced police officer like Gordon can follow the clues and find clues. It is a complete waste of detective resources for Bruce and Schiller to come together.

After Schiller returned to Arkham Psychiatric Hospital, Brand walked into his office and said to him: "You promised Chief Gordon to accept the patient? When they sent the patient over, I was shocked.

Jumping."

"Yes, these patients have no obvious response to the antidote and have some mental problems. This is under our jurisdiction, isn't it? If you are too busy, just go to Jonathan and he will help you.

"

Schiller stood next to the cabinet behind the glass screen, picked up the only remaining newspaper, and began to read.

"It doesn't matter, our place is empty anyway." Brand touched his cheek and continued: "They also sent a group of intern nurses to help us with dispensing medicine and infusion. They have already arrived. I will arrange it."

They went to stay in the staff dormitory."

"By the way, due to the sudden increase in manpower, Mrs. Miller took over the management of the nurses and became the head nurse again. Recently, you'd better not go to the inpatient department to get things."

After saying that, Brand said with some confusion: "Why didn't you see Mrs. Miller always staring at you before? Don't you two have a harmonious relationship?... Also, why didn't you pick up the newspaper with your fingers?

Are you wearing a set? Aren’t you afraid that the ink will stain your hands?”

Schiller turned to look at Brand and said, "If you really have nothing to do, go to bed. There will be more patients tomorrow, so you will be busy."

Seeing Schiller's serious look as he carefully browsed the newspaper, Brand shook his head, but turned around and left.

Arkham Sanatorium spent another peaceful night. Except for the lights of the ambulances that kept transporting patients, the building was plunged into darkness without any light.

At this moment, a window in the office building suddenly lit up. Looking out the window, a small black figure stood next to the table, looking back in horror.

Schiller, still wearing a suit and tie, stood outside the door of his office, stretched out one hand to press the switch in the wall, and put the other hand in his trouser pocket. He looked at Harley who opened the desk drawer and said:

"Miss Quinzel, your movements are so skillful that I was surprised."

After the initial shock and panic, Harley calmed down very quickly, and closed the drawer slowly, withdrew her hand and said, "You misunderstood, I'm not here to steal anything."

.”

"But it's more serious than that, isn't it?" Schiller still stood at the door and did not enter the room. He said:

"I guess, from beginning to end, this was a plan you designed, from meeting Gordon by chance, to showing off your gifted and evil characteristics, to entering a technical college to become a nurse, and then following the team of nurses who were deployed.

When you got here, you should have been eyeing me, right?"

Harley put her hands behind her back and looked up diagonally, as if she didn't want to admit it, but suddenly she became excited again, looked at Schiller with bright eyes and said, "I saw it right, we are in the same category.

people!"

Schiller finally walked into the room, reached out to close the door, looked at Harley and said: "I don't know what your purpose is, but no matter what the purpose is, it is not the reason for you to break into my office in the middle of the night.

, even if you don’t need to sleep, I still need to rest, now, can you please leave?”

"Is this what you want to say?" There was a trace of disappointment in Harley's eyes. She puffed up her cheeks and looked a little angry. Then she spoke quickly: "I thought we would be of the same mind, because we are

Same kind, different from those ordinary people, you should welcome me, because I..."

"Jingle Bell!"

The crisp ringtone of the phone interrupted Harley's words. Schiller and Harley turned their heads at the same time and looked at the vibrating phone behind the glass screen wall. Schiller sighed, walked over, picked up the receiver, and heard from the other side

A voice:

"You saw my work on Wayne Hospital, right?...That's what I said, I like killing people, hahahahahaha!"

At the end, the other party's voice began to get louder and louder, because the room was very empty and the voice kept echoing, and Harley also heard a few words.

As if her tail was suddenly stepped on, she quickly ran to Schiller's side, grabbed the phone, and said to the other side:

"Huh? A greeting gift? Your shabby greeting gift is even worse than a toad in a stinking ditch! Is your thigh okay? It should be amputated, right? How about the one I gave you? You are incompetent and stupid,

A hidden rat!"

"The case you are working on... you should make the madam of the Mary Street red light district your godmother, because the case you are working on is just like her stinky leather shoes, dirty, boring and smelly!"

"You should go underground at the Ace chemical plant and find a mouse to be your father, because what you are best at is running in and stealing dangerous chemical fuels, and you are so complacent that you think you are the most genius thief in the world!!!

"

Harley bared her teeth and spit out various insulting words quickly.

The person on the opposite side was obviously anxious and shouted: "It's you! You damn bitch! What a little brat! You actually hid in the utility room and attacked me, causing me to almost die. Why don't you do it?"

I’m waiting! I must let you know how powerful I am!!”

Finally, Hallie hung up the phone angrily. Suddenly, she was stunned for a moment and slowly turned her head to look at Schiller, who looked at her with a smile.

"Listen to my explanation... You have to believe that I am not a rude person!... Yes, that's right, it's all because of him! He is so stupid!" Harley took two steps back and said with a fake smile.

.

"Sir, you should be more enthusiastic. I am here for you." Harry suddenly said in a lower voice: "You don't know how hard it is to find someone of the same kind. My parents are both dead. I

I haven’t chatted with anyone for a long time, can you chat with me?”

Schiller lowered his eyes and glanced at her. Harley's facial features were very delicate, and it could be seen that she was a beautiful woman. At this time, the expectation on her face was also very sincere, her eyes were clear, and her expression was simple.

But Schiller ignored what she said and strode towards the desk. Behind him, Hallie suddenly changed his expression and stood there shouting: "Where are you going to come back? Come back here!"

Schiller kept walking, and Harley quickly wanted to catch up with him. However, Schiller opened the bottom drawer door first, and there was a dagger in it. A few hours ago, it was empty.

Empty.

Schiller took out the dagger and threw it on the table with a clang. He looked at Harley and said, "What, are you going to send your meeting gift directly into my heart?"

When Harley saw what had happened, her face darkened. She twisted her mouth and said, "Damn heart! Only that stinky rat would want to cut a person's heart into pieces out of ignorance!"

"A murderer who has lived for so many years and is still only at this level should hurry back to his mother's belly!" Harley rolled her eyes and said with disdain: "Even if he works hard for a lifetime, he will still be nothing.

Just a butcher!"

After the words fell, Harley stared into Schiller's eyes again and said, "Honestly, I'm not kidding, I really want to make friends with you."

Schiller did not answer, but silently cast his gaze on the dagger on the table. Harry smiled and said, "I have only heard of your name, but I have never seen you in person. I have to find some way.

Let’s make sure you’re not worthy of your name, right?”

"This is not the first time you have used this method." Schiller picked up the dagger, weighed it in his hand, and then said: "You deliberately pretended to be afraid of me in front of Bruce and Gordon.

, I want to arouse their doubts about me..."

"Miss, you are really a born bad guy."

Unexpectedly, Harley crossed her arms and snorted, and then said confidently: "I know that you have been investigating serial murder cases and are a very famous criminal psychologist, but now it seems that you are nothing more than that, and you are still...

Hanging out with those boring ordinary people."

"Or are you, like me, just treating them as toys?" A smile appeared in Harley's eyes, and she said: "Mix among ordinary people, go to school and go to work step by step, and see their boring lives.

How did you end up with such mediocre content?”

"Or, in an unexpected incident that will frighten them, play the role of the murderer and the most innocent bystander at the same time, and use the identity of an ordinary person to appreciate their achievements?"

"Ms. Quinzel, it's already too late today. I think we should go back and rest first. If anything happens, we can wait until tomorrow..."

"boom!"

The door of the office was pushed open, and an excited Jonathan walked in. He said: "Schiller! You will never believe it! I came up with a good idea. It only takes a year and a half to prepare. Maybe next year

At the end of the year, you will be able to apply..."

Schiller quickly moved his eyes to Harley's face, and seeing the puzzled expression on Harley's face, Schiller strode to Jonathan, covered his mouth, and then said: "Sorry, Kuize

Miss Er, this is one of my patients. He didn't take any medicine today, so he got sick. I'll send him back to the ward right away..."

"Dingle bell! Dingle bell!"

Schiller turned to look at the phone that rang again. He let go of Jonathan, rushed over as fast as he could, picked up the phone and yelled at the other side: "Don't call me again!!!"

After saying that, he hung up the phone, then walked over to Harley, picked up the back of her neck, and threw her out of the office. Then, holding on to the door frame, he shouted to her: "Get out of here!"

Go back to sleep!!"


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