"The ACTH project is a secret project conducted by the U.S. military to explore the limits of the human body. I was once a subject of this project, and I was also the only successful experimental subject to survive."
Schiller's eyes fell on Deathstroke's body. There were no scars on it, but this was almost impossible for a seasoned killer, unless he had a regeneration ability far beyond that of ordinary people.
"I don't know the specific data of this experiment. No one told me at the time, and I didn't care about it later. But the project team existed for a short period of time and then disappeared. The reason was that Congress wanted to find evidence against the military.
, illegal human experiments are a good direction for treatment.”
"The project team was disbanded too quickly, and people who wanted to make profits or climb to high positions were unwilling to do so. After the project team was disbanded, they went their separate ways, and one of the scientists decided to surrender to Congress. His name is Francis.
Campbell."
"Campbell knows all the information about the specific data of the project. He can provide this information to Congress as evidence that the military has conducted illegal human experiments, and that includes detailed information about me, the only successful experimental subject and survivor. I
I can't let him do that because I have a family."
"Once Congress found out that I had become a super weapon, they were not going to give up on controlling me, and the best way to control me was to control my family, and I learned that through William Walsh."
"So, he should have saved you."
"It's far from that simple. Walsh is just a speculator. When the project team still existed, he and Campbell couldn't get along. It's just that he is more inclined to the military and doesn't want Campbell to succeed."
"He asked you to kill Campbell?"
"This was not an order, but he knew that I would do it to protect myself, and I did as he wished."
Deathstroke sighed, and Schiller could hear the anger in it. Sure enough, Deathstroke said: "Originally, this matter was over, but that idiot William Walsh actually kept a list of subjects privately, and also
Let his wife know, they divorced, and the child was awarded to the woman."
"Later, his wife remarried to a businessman named Denecht. His son also grew up under the care of his stepfather. After the death of William Sr., his only blood relative was William Denecht Jr.
He went to receive his biological father's inheritance and found the list in the inheritance."
"He betrayed you." Schiller added an ending to the story. He said: "He took this information and knocked on the door of the FBI and got Amanda on the line."
"He has always wanted to find me." Deathstroke's tone has reached the bottom. He said: "He believes that the surviving super weapons must still be alive, and he is the only person who knows how to control dangerous weapons - he knows the secrets of my family.
identity, so he must die."
When Deathstroke said this, he was stunned for a moment. He suddenly looked up at Schiller because he recalled Schiller's question when he started this topic - "You have a family, right?"
"William gave you that list?"
"I found it myself." Schiller did not avoid Deathstroke's murderous gaze at all. He said: "Why do you think that a murder happened in front of me, but I will not investigate to the end?
?”
"Mr. Wilson, your biggest mistake was that you should not have played with William's body. The way he died was artistically constructed, which greatly aroused my interest."
"For some reasons, I would take the initiative to contact people who can produce this kind of art and invite them to join the art group I founded. I thought the person who killed William had this qualification, so I went to investigate who did it.
who."
"If you want to find out the murderer, you have to find out William. Although I have no interest in him and don't know his family history, I simply asked Amanda about his address and found it.
That list, he didn't even hide it."
"This idiot!" Deathstroke said through gritted teeth.
"I'm curious, why didn't you go to his residence to destroy the list after killing him? You didn't think he had already destroyed it, right?"
"I thought William hid it."
"Then you really overestimate this idiot."
Deathstroke was obviously choked. He felt that he was scolded by Schiller and he had evidence, but he could not refute.
"A common problem among smart people." Schiller put his hand on the handle of the umbrella, smiled and said: "You think it is very likely that he divided the list into several parts and hid them in secret strongholds around the world.
He also set numerous complex passwords for the safe that only he knew."
"You know clearly that no matter how complicated the puzzle is, as long as the only person who knows all the clues dies, no one can connect so much information to find the final answer. This is a convenient and fast method that is specially designed to cure doubts and
A patient with terminal persecutory delusion.”
"But William's stupidity is obviously beyond your imagination. He simply put the list on the bookshelf of his apartment in a book with his initials in the title, and I just...
You understand his stupidity better."
Deathstroke seemed to be suddenly deflated and lay back on the couch, and said, "Then how did you know about his relationship with me?"
"I know you killed him."
"How did you know?"
"I just know." Schiller turned around and sat on another recliner next to him, and said, "If you want to use my answer to find out the loopholes in your own methods, you may be disappointed."
"I don't use detective methods to find the murderer. My method is more abstract."
"Anyway, I have nothing to do now, so you can talk about it."
"I saw a contradiction in William's body. The murderer's method of killing him was too professional. It was clean and neat, without any clues. He was as professional as the best killer in the world."
"But the killer will not put so much emotion into the corpse. I saw the anger in the death of the corpse. Your heart and spirit were imprisoned by some of his actions, so you imprisoned his body in the box.
inside."
Deathstroke's fingertips moved slightly. He seemed to be hesitating, but in the end he seemed to feel that the matter had reached this point and there was no point in hiding it anymore, so he said: "The FBI is a problem for me."
"In other words, the official law enforcement agencies of any major country in the world are troublesome for killers. The FBI is even more troublesome because they know my true information. For the sake of my family, I must stay away from them to prevent them.
Recognize me."
"It's not impossible. Campbell had submitted part of the experimental information to Congress to gain the trust of Congress. Once the FBI obtained the original experimental information from Congress and matched some of the characteristics I showed, they
Then you will know who I am."
“So you were isolated,” Schiller concluded. “William’s behavior resulted in your having to stay away from the country, and in retaliation, you isolated him in a box.”
"That's what he deserves." The anger in Deathstroke's tone still did not subside. He was both angry at William's stupidity and also angry at his own carelessness.
"You may think this is just a public revenge and humiliation, but you are not experienced in showing corpses to the world, and the information you left on the corpse was not carefully screened. To me, it was just like leaving a dead body on the corpse."
Wrote your name."
"Before this, I never thought that there would be someone like you in the world, looking at the faces of corpses? Humph." Deathstroke snorted coldly, but still said: "I'm just a killer who gets paid to do things. If it weren't for the...
That idiot had a personal vendetta and wanted to warn the FBI that I would not touch his body, and I am not a psychopath."
"But with all due respect, you definitely have this talent."
Sensing Schiller's sudden enthusiasm for talking, Deathstroke immediately interrupted him: "I charge according to the order, and leave after killing. I don't need to know how to properly arrange the corpse. You can ask whatever you want."
"When did the League of Assassins find you?"
"Two months after I killed Gorbachev."
Schiller thought for a while and then said: "I'm afraid Lei Xiaogu is not as confident as he shows, and he is also afraid of you."
"He has no reason to be afraid of me. No one has given me money to kill him, so he is absolutely safe."
"But he doesn't know if anyone will give you money, because someone just gave you money to kill an important person. He thinks that the person behind you wants to establish a new world order like him, and thinks that the person behind you
I have been targeting him for a long time."
"You didn't?"
"No, I thought he would be more interested in my students." Schiller shook his head and still spoke in a chatting tone. Deathstroke was really not sure what Schiller meant, so he tentatively asked: "
So you came to me to get me another piece of business?”
"You think I'd hire you to kill him?"
"Why do people like you always like to use rhetorical questions?"
"Because psychiatrists usually charge by the hour, this is a good rule that I suggest you also use, so that you can charge me for just talking."
Deathstroke felt that he had been ridiculed by Schiller again, but the possible business was in front of him, and he had no time to care about it. He said: "That old devil is difficult to deal with, so the price is very high."
"But I'm not going to pay."
"Then I'm afraid you will receive one round of temptation after another from him, and there will never be peace from now on." Deathstroke lay on the recliner, folded his hands on his abdomen, made a proud gesture, and said: "Although I
Personally, I'd love to see you being chased around, but I don't think he can do it, but anyway he will cause you a lot of trouble."
"I mean, I don't plan to hire a paid killer. Why not use one that's free?"
Deathstroke narrowed his eyes and said, "If there is such a knowledgeable person, you must introduce him to me."
"I'm not from your profession."
"Who is that?"
"A professional from the League of Assassins."
In the restaurant of Rodriguez Manor, Lex and Clark looked at Bruce walking back with his mobile phone. Lex frowned and asked, "What were you doing? Why were you there for so long?"
"I took a call from Professor Schiller."
"Is there something urgent?" Clark asked with concern.
"It's nothing." Bruce sighed softly and said, "It's just that I have to take the make-up exam again."
Lex squeezed out a sneer from his throat, but Clark asked curiously: "Another exam? What is the content of the exam?"