"It seems that Batman is also targeting you. In this case, we can cooperate. I know what you want, and I have the ability to provide you with what you want."
March forcefully sat down on the single sofa on the first floor. The rude movement made the chair squeak. Schiller, who was standing by the fireplace, frowned, but March seemed not to notice at all.
The single sofa on the first floor has a short back and a long seat. Ma Qi sits on it in a very relaxed reclining posture, giving people an unconscious sense of relaxation. Once people feel relaxed, they want to stretch.
My body is like sitting on the bed in my bedroom.
So, March put his feet on the coffee table, crossed his fingers on his lower abdomen, looked at Schiller and said: "Batman will watch your every move in the dark, even if you are a local in Gotham, no one will
If you can escape his pursuit, it is not a wise choice to become his enemy, but since you have already done so, it is best to plan your own way out."
"He was emphasizing his control over the situation." When the picture was fixed on March's face, Bruce said very calmly: "But he used the stupidest method."
"Sometimes, taking the initiative to break old etiquette rules and appear rude is a way to emphasize the sense of control. That is, the current situation is under my control. No matter how unreasonable I am to you, you cannot resist."
The sickly and deep voice sounded like it was coming from a record player, as if there was a screen between him and the others. The half-hearted smile seemed to be soothing, but it was also nerve-wracking.
"This is the first step to control other people's minds. When the situation is favorable to you, try to invade the other person's territory, force the other person to accept and get used to all this, and then make further progress until the other person's thoughts are under your control."
True
Everyone sitting on the other side turned to look at him, but sickly just looked at the screen. The light from the screen flowed in his barren gray eyes, like the waves picking out the most crystal clear sand.
"Idiots in this world can be roughly classified into several categories. The most stupid type is the 'untimely'. Such people do not understand the situation. They neither understand their own position nor understand other people's. They use their own behavior to
Use logic to speculate on other people's reactions, and then use the imaginary results to infer your own actions."
"For example, Mr. March imagined that Schiller would have to talk to him because he was as afraid of Batman as he was. He took this as an established conclusion and deduced that he could invade Schiller's field. He felt that Schiller would have to talk to him.
Le Hui can do nothing against him."
"And then, if others don't give them the reaction they want, it will be as if some kind of switch has been pressed, and they will start to become extremely manic, lose their mind, and can no longer talk about the matter, but just pour out their emotions or morally kidnap others.
.”
Diana, Barry and Hal couldn't help but frowned. Obviously, Pathological's description reminded them of certain people. The disgust that surged from their hearts made them have to admit that Pathological's words were right.
This kind of person is really annoying.
"Will Schiller continue to tolerate him?" Constantine pursed his lips tightly and said, "Even a good-tempered person can't tolerate this level of unreasonableness, right?"
"I finally understand, this is actually Batman's trap." Barry crossed his arms and said: "He is best at giving criminals such unflattering problems. If Schiller can't tolerate March and fight with him, then Batman will
You can just stay behind. If Schiller realizes this, then he will have to endure March's rudeness."
"No matter what it is, Professor Schiller will be very uncomfortable." Barry shrugged.
"Violence is not the only way to make a person look embarrassed. What's more, Schiller can also use violence, but in a more dignified way."
After the morbid words fell, Schiller on the screen had already walked away from the fireplace. He walked up the stairs to the second floor again, and March kept turning his head and following him with his eyes.
"You're right, Mr. March, Batman and I did have a little conflict, but do you know what we were arguing about?"
Just as March was about to ask, Schiller said directly: "We were arguing about the body we saw before and the murderer who committed this murder."
Schiller walked to the edge of the patio on the second floor, turned his back, raised his head and stretched out a hand, rubbed the book with his fingertips, and said:
"I said he was completely wasting his time. If you don't have the time to track down the murderer, why not focus on the possible killer organization? No matter how you look at it, a killer organization that has killed several people and may continue to kill is more dangerous.
?”
"You...you think that case was not done by a killer organization?" Ma Qi's body stiffened for a moment.
"Isn't this obvious?" Schiller was still standing next to the bookshelf looking for books, and then he said as if he suddenly realized: "Oh, how could I forget, Mr. March, you have never seen a corpse."
"If you have seen the corpse, you will not have this doubt. Yes, the latest murder, that is, the murder of poor Mr. Errim, was not committed by the killers of the previous murders.
But another murderer."
"Oh, really?" March's fingertips trembled, and he asked seemingly unintentionally: "To tell you the truth, I am also interested in reasoning. Can you tell me how you discovered it?"
"Of course, I just need someone to agree with me." Schiller took out a 19th-century poetry collection from the bookshelf, put his arm on the railing, and said while flipping through the book:
"The most obvious thing is that Mr. Erem's death was very painful. He was not killed with one blow like in the previous cases. Both Chief Gordon and Batman deduced that the murderer had a grudge against Erem.
Torture him like this."
"If you have seen the corpse, you will know that Mr. Errim died tragically and was in great pain during his lifetime."
March's breathing rate became faster and his chest continued to rise and fall, but he still crossed himself on his chest and said: "Really? God bless him, although I have no intention of questioning the world's greatest detective, Batman."
conclusion, but did he say any other conclusions about the murderer?"
"Of course, he originally wanted to say something, but I interrupted him."
Even standing on the second floor, Schiller could clearly hear March taking a deep breath on the first floor. Schiller smiled and then said: "I told Batman, you should hurry up and investigate the killer."
It’s about organization, don’t waste time here.”
March's hand tightened on the armrest of the chair, as if it took a lot of effort to loosen it. He gently covered his mouth with his hand and asked: "Why do you say that? Shouldn't Batman go there as soon as possible?"
Arrest the brutal murderer?"
"You are wrong." Schiller was pacing on the second floor with a book. The dull sound of his leather shoes on the floor made March's heart beat.
"When I was working in the FBI, I had seen many cases. To be honest, if we look at it from a more objective and rational perspective, individual crimes and passion killings are actually the least harmful kind of murder. On the contrary,
Large-scale organized crimes, or what can be called terrorist attacks, are the ones that deserve the most attention and investment of manpower."
Speaking of this, Schiller suddenly stopped, turned to stare at March and said: "Ordinary people with a little common sense should also know that compared with temporary vendettas, killer organizations are more dangerous, and they should be immediately
Only in this way can the safety of taxpayers' lives and property be protected to the greatest extent."
March took off his feet that were resting on the coffee table. Obviously he was not so relaxed, but he still leaned back on the back of the sofa, thinking carefully and said: "Yes, but the murderer's brutal way of committing crimes, wouldn't it
Will it have a bad impact?"
"You're worrying too much." Schiller raised his head slightly, looked at March with a smile and said: "The so-called brutality, oh, I'm sorry, this is actually not the word used by Batman and I, nor even Commissioner Gordon.
Yes, it was said by the young police officer who led us to the cold storage where the corpses are stored. He was just transferred from Central City. As you know, the security conditions there are top-notch, so he is completely out of character."
"This murderer is far from brutal." Schiller shook his head and said, "In the FBI files over the years, there are countless serial killers more terrifying than him."
"Since he wanted to torture the deceased, let's talk about the act of 'torture'. He used a sharp weapon to pierce the lungs of the deceased, but he did not let him die immediately, but let the deceased choke to death on his own blood. So
Well, the death of the deceased was quite painful, but this has nothing to do with cruelty."
Ma Qi's expression became a little stiff. He opened his mouth, as if he was about to blurt out something, but the next second, his reason stopped him. Ma Qi's two thumbs began to rotate continuously, and he used a
A deep voice asked: "Isn't this cruel enough?"
"Of course, the distance from cruelty is as far as Central City from Gotham." After Schiller finished speaking, March was about to speak immediately, but Schiller did not give him a chance to interrupt, but changed his gentle tone from before.
The intonation and speaking speed are getting faster and faster.
"The main harm of serial killers who commit crimes as an individual unit is not the number of murders, but that too brutal cases will cause panic among the public, and may also lead to copycat crimes. Such examples are not uncommon. Many states are skinning
The Butcher, the Ogre and the Ripper all have their share of imitators."
"But with all due respect, the murderer who killed Erem is not a murderer at all, just a bad coward. I advise Batman not to give him any look. Batman insists that I am cold and heartless, so we
That’s when a dispute arose.”
"But this is the fact. This murderer killed Erem just for the simplest and superficial hatred. It may even be personal hatred. Maybe it was just that Erem scratched his car or stepped on his lawn, so he
I hate him, not one class against another class, one group against another group."
"There is no thought in his case. Even if the wound is clearly in front of my eyes, I can't read any thought in it. I can't see any soul depth through his poor and lame work. It's so...
Superficial, boring and boring.”
"I told Batman that such murderers should not get any attention because they are completely desecrating life and wasting the precious life that people only have once."
"Erym died, but his death and his body failed to reveal anything to the world, did not convey information, and did not create beauty and art."
"The murderer is not a serial killer at all, so he can just hand it over to the police at the police station. It doesn't matter if it takes a year and a half to investigate. Anyway, he can't make any decent cases. It's so mediocre that it's scary."
"And the great Batman should do something more meaningful."
March had already stood up from the chair. He stared at Schiller with his bloodshot eyes. Schiller also looked at him, his eyes full of teasing and ridicule. Although he did not name him at all, March
Already knew that Schiller was insulting him to his face.
Just when March thought it was over, Schiller showed a sneer and said: "But if that's all, he is just mediocre, but I said before, he is a coward."
"What did he do? Oh, yes, he gave the victim two stabs. In fact, the first stab was already fatal, but it just took some time. But he did not leave immediately, but added another stab to end the victim.
Is he trying to end the victim’s suffering as quickly as possible?”
"No, of course not. He was afraid, so he had to imitate the previous killer organization's way of committing crimes and pretend to kill him with one knife."
Schiller laughed frivolously and said in a ridiculous tone: "Mr. March, can you imagine? A murderer is afraid that his works will be discovered! How absurd is this?!"
"However, it's not completely unreasonable..." The smile in Schiller's tone gradually disappeared, and his leather shoes made a faint squeaking sound when he stepped on the stairs. Schiller walked to the first floor unhurriedly.
When he arrived in front of Ma Qi, Ma Qi unconsciously took a step back.
"There is no shortage of cowards in this world. Just like some people, their hearts are filled with unspeakable strong anger, but they can still only pretend to know nothing."
"Perhaps, he must know nothing, because he doesn't know that Batman has installed several bugs here."
Standing in front of March, Schiller glanced at him one last time, then walked to the big sofa in the center and sat down, leaning back on the chair very relaxedly, and said: "You must be curious about the mistakes I made in my youth.
What is it? What makes me lose my social identity and have to work for the FBI?"
March turned to stare at him, as if waiting for an answer, but Schiller just glanced at March's face and said: "Sorry, guests without reservations do not exist here. All my questions and answers are with him."
It’s irrelevant.”
"Batman is indeed the world's greatest detective, and what's great about him is that he knows how to be polite."
March immediately raised his head suspiciously, as if a pair of fearless eyes were staring at him from every shadow corner in the room. He retreated to the door in a panic, the muscles on his face shaking unconsciously.
"Yes, I have killed people. I am a serial killer. My identity and files have been sealed by the FBI. Batman, did you hear that?"
Schiller stood up again and spoke to the air. March stood by the door and said in a trembling tone: "You are crazy. He will not let any criminal go. He is watching here!"
"Yes, Batman, you have to trust my experience. Now is the best time for you to take action, because I have already deduced who this lame coward is. He is..."
March took two steps back again, tripping on the carpet and staggering. Schiller's mouth shape was magnified in his field of vision. Although the sound had not yet come out, he seemed to have imagined the scene when the name fell.
The darkness brought by the bat cloak enveloped him, and the terrifying eyes like torches stared at him. March took a deep breath and muttered in a low voice: "No, no, I have a greater cause, I can't be caught.
live……"
So, he made what he thought was a wise decision, which was to turn around and run away.
Madge rushed to the door, grabbed the door handle, and opened the door forcefully.
The next second, there was a "sizzling" sound, and a strong electric current on the door handle penetrated his body. The rash guest twitched and fell down.
The last image in March's blurred vision was a pair of spotless black leather shoes stepping on the dark brown floor in front of him.
Looking up again, the man in a suit and ties has a slender figure. When he looks down at him, he is calm, self-possessed, decent and elegant, and maintains his meticulous beauty.