The luncheon starts at ten o'clock in the morning. Although it seems a bit early, since it is a reception banquet, it is inevitable to greet the guests, wait for the guests to take their seats, and wait for the dishes to be served. After this set of procedures, it is almost time for the meal.
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Schileka walked downstairs at ten o'clock. At this time, some people had gathered in the living room, but each of them was wearing a black suit with a dark gray tie. There was no metal decoration on the whole body.
It matches the atmosphere of the entire manor very well.
Schiller wore a dark brown three-piece suit, paired with a dark blue paisley silk tie. There was an extremely shining golden hummingbird brooch in the center of the suit pocket, which stood out like a peacock in the crowd.
The expressions of everyone in the hall immediately became a little weird. If I had to describe it, it was more like a suppressed schadenfreude, as if they had mastered some common secret and were happy to see people who didn't know the secret fall into trouble because of it.
Big somersault.
Schiller didn't look at any of them. He just walked straight to the door of the living room and dining room, glanced inside, and then chatted with the waiter at the door.
Immediately afterwards, Bei Bat also walked down. He was wearing a dark blue suit, a dark gold tie, and a small emblem in the middle. Unfortunately, it was just a seagull, not a bat.
He took off his mask, and his hair was scattered in front of his forehead. The stubble was not completely shaved, but some of it was retained. The collar was not completely straightened. Overall, he was more casual and formal, looking very young and fashionable.
The mood of gloating in everyone's eyes became even stronger.
When Batman and Natasha from the main universe walked down hand in hand, they were completely silent.
If there is a person in the world who is most suited to black, then it is none other than Batman. For him, a black suit is another set of uniforms. The sense of oppression from the Gotham Dark Knight has not been weakened at all by putting on formal clothes.
He wore a pure black suit and a black tie with wide dark patterns. His muscles perfectly supported the shape of the suit. The stern look between his eyebrows made everyone look away wherever he looked.
Natasha wore a slightly conservative dress. The conservative nature was just for herself. At least the skirt did not expose her back and was not deep V. It was a large skirt with a waistband and pleated skirt that was more European-style.
With the shawl, only a little of the chest is exposed.
But this still couldn't hide the extremely hot figure of the female agent. The group of conservatively dressed people in the hall with solemn eyes were all looking at Batman to take a few more glances at the ladies next to him.
At this time, Beiba had already walked to the porch not far from Schiller. He heard Schiller saying: "It turns out that it is like this. I misunderstood. So, the boy in the foyer is the young master of your house."
Already?"
"Yes, that is Master Henry. He is the second young master of the Nehlet family. The eldest young master is Master Owen, but he is ill recently. The one you see going crazy is the third young lady Isabel, and she has a younger one.
Sister Sherlock, these are all the children of the Nicorette family."
Schiller sighed and said, "I'm ashamed that I came in too hasty and didn't inquire in detail about your master's condition. Otherwise, maybe I could ask my classmates and teachers to help diagnose him."
But at this time, the manservant's expression seemed a little strange. He said vaguely: "Of course, of course there are medical experts here, but... I definitely didn't mean that. Sir, you and your friends are quite different."
People with good intentions.”
"I don't understand what you mean." Schiller looked at the valet with some confusion and said, "Is the young master's disease contagious? But as long as isolation measures are taken..."
"No, if it was an infectious disease, Madam would have taken care of it long ago and wouldn't have invited you here. He just..." The manservant looked around, then lowered his voice and said, "He may be a crazy person."
The lady was scared, or maybe..."
At this moment, the butler's voice came from far away, and the male servant turned his head to look in horror, and then ran away quickly.
"Very weird, isn't it?" Beiba walked up and took a look at Schiller's outfit, then said jokingly: "I can't tell you have a very unique taste in suits."
The moment Schiller turned his head, Beibao was choked back on the second half of his sentence. He saw some unfriendly emotions in those barren gray glasses.
But it disappeared quickly, so fast that Beibao felt that he might be hallucinating, and another strange intuition made him take a half step back slightly, and then said: "Sorry, I mean, the brooch is good
.”
Schiller's expression did not change, but Beiba felt that the surrounding atmosphere had become more relaxed.
This face didn't seem real, Bei Bat thought. It looked like a perfect and gorgeous human skin. But if some kind of creature needs a human skin, then what is it?
Some kind of eager curiosity made Batman's heart beat a little faster, and Batman and Natasha, who both had the ability to calculate heart rates from a distance, stopped in the foyer instantly.
"He's finished, that's what I said." Natasha leaned towards Batman, but Batman did not refuse. The female agent continued: "He became curious about Schiller, which is precisely the most fatal thing."
Batman turned to look at Natasha, then looked at Schiller and said, "I feel like he's a little strange. Is it my imagination?"
It sounds like a question, but it is not. Batman would say this, which proves that he already has the exact answer. He recalled the scene he saw in Schiller's thinking tower. Could this be one of them?
Which one is it?
Natasha also felt a little strange, but the next second she looked at Schiller with exploratory eyes, Schiller turned around, and Natasha immediately grabbed Batman as if she had been stung.
"No matter who he is, I bet he's not a fuel-efficient person." Natasha tugged on Batman's suit sleeve and said, "We have to find the murderer quickly, otherwise it will be all over."
As soon as Batman opened his mouth to say something, Natasha interrupted him and said: "I know you want to save everyone here, I have no problem with that, and I am willing to do my best to cooperate, because I know that you alone are capable
, and it is completely enough to achieve this goal, so I listen to you."
"But I advise you not to have too much hope." Natasha sighed and said: "The three of us can only watch one person at the same time. Don't get me wrong, I mean to watch Schiller. As for the murder arranged by the organizer,
The devil...at least he is among your protection targets now."
"Who do you think he will be?" This is a real question, but it is actually a pun. It is not only asking who the murderer arranged by the organizer is, but also asking who Schiller's new personality is.
"You have seen that high tower, right? You may not know that the elevator in the high tower can lead to the underground, and there is a place called the abyss there..."
Natasha briefly introduced to Batman what she saw and heard underground in Schiller's tower, and after coughing twice, she said: "I saw one of them, and the lesson I learned is, never do anything to anyone.
Schiller has no interest in any aspect, no curiosity, no thirst for knowledge, that's it."
"So what happened in the end?" Batman asked her about the result of her fight with the other Schiller.
"Both of us are dead." Natasha shrugged and said, "Have you ever seen a fish killed? He cut open my abdominal cavity and almost all the internal organs fell out. I shot him twice.
One of the shots hit the heart."
Batman silently let go of Natasha's hand and took a step to the side.
"If you dare to say that I am not your protector, I will not help you save people."
Batman moved back silently.
On the other hand, just as Natasha said, Beiba became very interested in this slightly unfamiliar Schiller.
Just like every smart person, they always feel that they can guess enough information from the opponent's few actions. They feel that they have only scratched the surface and will not go deep, and there is no need to go deep.
This is the case when dealing with most other people, but Schiller is like an endless mystery. Whenever some information is revealed in his words, more secrets worth exploring will be revealed.
"You have changed so much." Bei Bat smiled and said, "I often hear people say that doctors always have two faces. They are not as patient in life as they are in the clinic."
"That's right." Schiller nodded, then took out a pocket square from his suit pocket, wiped his hands gently and said, "But I don't go into the consulting room, Mr. Wayne, I'm a surgeon."
Beibao's eyes widened in surprise. He looked at Schiller again and said, "Do you have a surgical license? And you also have a psychiatrist's license?"
"Yes, and they all have working experience."
"Why?"
"Sorry, what?"
Beibat changed his posture, adjusted the hem of his suit and said: "I mean either you changed from a surgeon to a psychiatrist, or you changed from a psychiatrist to a surgeon. I think the former is more likely.
,Then why do you do this?"
"You're right. What I mean is that doctors usually have two faces, and you can understand my situation as more pathological."
After Bei Bat was stunned for a moment, he opened his mouth slightly and said, "You have two personalities? Split personality?"
"Dissociative Identity Disorder."
"Oh my god." Beiba couldn't help but look at Schiller again, frowned and said, "I remember that split personality requires a trigger. Have you been stimulated by anything?"
Schiller opened his mouth slightly, then his eyes fell on Beiba's eyes. After a moment of silence, he said: "An operation."
Then Beibao finished brainstorming the plot of almost three seasons of the medical drama, and then he said: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to mention this."
But at this time, Schiller folded the handkerchief and said with a smile: "You want to hear this, right? A certain famous surgeon swore never to set foot in the operating room again because of the failure of a certain operation. Sir, this
I’m afraid it will only appear in movies.”
"The opportunity was indeed an operation, but I had been mentally prepared for it long before. This was not a mental trauma, but more like a cluster of waves erupting from the surface of the sea during an earthquake at the bottom of the sea."
Bei Bat was stunned by this metaphor, but he still asked instinctively: "What kind of surgery?"
"Completing the Fontan circulation for children with congenital heart disease, yes, it is the picture in the pediatric cardiac textbook."
Beibao's expression suddenly became serious. He stretched out a hand, shook Schiller's hand vigorously and said, "I didn't expect you to be a great cardiac surgeon. Can you tell me the specific situation?"
"There is nothing to talk about about the operation." Schiller sighed softly, shook his head and said: "There are three stages of this kind of operation, all of which are done on the hearts of young children. Even if the operation is perfectly successful, the survival rate
The rate is only about 70%.”
"You may think that I made a mistake during this operation, but on the contrary, every doctor and nurse did their best, but the child died three days after the operation."
"What a tragedy." Beibao sighed.
"But the fundamental reason is not poor recovery." Schiller said again.
"What is that?" Bei Bat frowned.
"While the child was still under observation, his parents had some property disputes and decided to divorce. In order to fight for custody and inheritance rights, the child was forcibly taken away on the third day."
Beibao opened his eyes wide, but anger still flashed through his eyes, but then he said.
"Is this why you chose to be a psychiatrist?"
Schiller finally put the folded handkerchief back into his suit pocket and said.
"This is the reason why I chose Batman, he will never give up any child."
Natasha stared blankly at Batman beside her, whose eyes were gradually getting straighter, and her expression began to become more and more desperate.