Chapter 3025: The green trees are dense and the summer is long (33)
Chapter 2999 The green trees are dense and the summer is long (thirty-three)
Miss Ritchie left, and Schiller knew that he could not stay much longer. Sure enough, a group of people came soon and hurriedly wanted to take Schiller out.
After discovering Miss Rich was missing, they asked Schiller, "Where's that crazy guy?"
"How do I know."
"You're right next door to her!"
"I'm next door to her, not in her room."
"Do you know how she escaped?"
"Probably picking the lock."
"But she can't start the elevator!"
"Then I don't know. If I knew, I could run out. Can you still see me here?"
The other party seemed speechless, opened the door of the cell, and took Schiele out.
When they left with Schiller, they seemed to have completely sealed the air-raid shelter and welded the doors shut. It seemed that they had made up their mind not to let anyone in.
Schiller was taken to the basement of the crematorium.
As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Williams again. Williams was looking at him carefully, and soon showed a disappointed look. Schiller thought it might be because he didn't show any fear of being kidnapped.
Schiller could act, but he was too lazy to act, so he just sat there expressionless and glared at Williams.
"I think you know what this means when I show up." Williams seemed intent on further intimidation.
"It means you want to silence me. As long as I see your face, I will definitely not be able to leave today, so don't try to persuade me to do something for you. Anyway, you will die and I won't do anything."
.”
Williams was obviously choked. He did not expect Schiller to have such a train of thought, but he felt that what Schiller said made sense.
But soon he deliberately wrinkled the muscles on his face, exposed his teeth, and said with a fierce look: "But death and dying are different. Some people die happily, but some people may die very painfully."
"Do you want me to die painfully? Like those kids?"
Williams' face suddenly turned from red to blue.
"You want to say that I have no evidence, but psychoanalysis does not require evidence. You want to say that I am a madman, but the entire psychological academic community does not think so. You want to say that I am a dead person, and it is useless even if you know it, but you want to
What I did was to put me in contact with another living person, how do you know I won’t tell her the conclusion?”
"I can puncture her eardrum, what do you want..."
"You didn't tell me with your mouth that you were a pedophile and a sadist, so how did I know?"
Williams was completely speechless. Schiller had blocked all his words, and anything he said now would make him look stupid.
"It doesn't matter, you will die anyway."
"I believe you don't mind chatting with the dead. How do you plan to let me die? What kind of death do you think is worthy of me?"
"I will rip your heart out."
"And then, put it in a museum? Like you collect those children's bones?"
Williams finally showed a look of horror and said: "How on earth do you know? Can you really read minds? Is there really such a thing in the world?! This is impossible!"
"I'm a dead person anyway, and I don't mind telling you that there is indeed such a thing as mind-reading in the world. The concealment you do that you think is seamless is very ridiculous in their eyes."
"So what? So what if they saw it? As long as there is no evidence..."
"You may have underestimated mind reading, or to be precise, it is not mind reading, because it can not only read, but also write, and can modify everyone's consciousness from a distance."
"Stop talking nonsense, there is no way such a thing can happen!"
"Indeed, I lied to you just to scare you."
Williams' face turned from blue to red again, and his head, neck and arms were all red, looking like a cherry bomb about to explode.
"I have a class tomorrow morning." Schiller said suddenly.
"But you won't see the sun tomorrow morning."
"If I don't go to class tomorrow morning, my students will find out that I'm missing because I'm never late."
"But they can't find you."
"It's impossible for ordinary students, but among the graduate students I led...forget it, it's not something to be proud of. The messy things they did are the main culprit for their inability to finish their thesis, and it cannot be encouraged.
This kind of atmosphere.”
"You're really a lunatic." Williams seemed to have no intention of talking nonsense to Schiller, and he took out a gun.
"A gun? That's it?" Schiller looked disappointed and said, "Do you think my death should be by being shot?"
"No, you would commit suicide."
Schiller sighed and said: "No one will believe that I committed suicide with a gun because my marksmanship is very poor and I have never bought any pistols."
Williams was suddenly stunned. He seemed not to believe that there were such Americans. He instinctively said: "Aren't you from Gotham?"
"No matter what you think, I never use a gun to kill anyone."
"Then you...what did you say? You killed someone?"
"You heard wrong."
"I didn't, you just said..."
"So what? You have no evidence, and you even said that I am a Gothamite. Is this weird?"
Williams felt that he really couldn't talk to Schiller anymore, he was going to explode.
"I will bury some inferior bones near your house. As soon as you die, you will commit suicide out of fear of crime. In the eyes of everyone, you will be the damn pedophile and sadist."
"Have you gotten rid of Amanda?" Schiller suddenly asked again.
Williams loaded the gun again, and Schiller suddenly laughed and said: "Of course you didn't, because no one knows where those bones in the lake came from."
The smile on Williams' face slowly disappeared. He stared at Schiller with his small eyes squeezed into the flesh and said, "You know?"
"Framing is not a new trick. If you are the one who dies, then you are the culprit of the largest body sinking at the bottom of the lake in history."
"Did you frame me?! Did you kill those people??!"
Williams felt that he had gotten the truth, because Schiller's house was not cheap, but it was located in the innermost part of the community with very inconvenient transportation. The only advantage was that it was very close to the lake.
"You..." Williams suddenly thought of something and said, "How could you possibly kill so many people?! There must be hundreds of fucking people!"
"It's just that hundreds of people were fished out." Schiller's tone was calm, as if he was talking about what to eat for dinner.
"Which one of these two cases do you think is more important?" Schiller asked as if he really couldn't figure it out: "Federal law is very strict on child protection. How many children have you killed? Judging from your surprised tone just now, it should be
It’s only a hundred, right? If it’s framed on me, it’s enough to put me in jail.”
"But the superpower case is more complicated. Yes, it is a superpower case. Because Amanda needs such a major superpower case, it must be a superpower case."
"A person with superpowers slaughtered so many people and sank them all into a lake. Will he be imprisoned? Actually, I don't know, but I heard that the Florence Super Prison is also responsible for holding such superpowers.
Prisoners, the government keeps them so that they can be used someday."
"How can I describe the environment there? It's very harsh. It's not so much a super prison as a super torture device, because the people there are all thick-skinned superpowers, and they use slightly less humanitarian punishments.
It’s okay, life would be rich and interesting if anyone went there.”
Williams' face became darker and darker. No matter how stupid he was, he could still understand what Schiller meant. He walked to the opposite side of Schiller with a gun and said: "You want to frame this case on me?! You
How is it possible..."
"If you look it up, you will find that Amanda is my student."
"That doesn't mean she will listen to you..."
"I have killed so many people, do you still expect me to have any moral bottom line? Have you ever heard of hypnosis?"
"Stop talking nonsense, hypnosis is impossible..."
"You still think there is no mind-reading ability in this world, so how can I see through you?"
Williams' heart sank to the bottom, and Schiller looked at him again and said: "The time when you are ready to frame me must be later than the time when I am ready to frame you, because after all, it was you who bought the land first, and later
Just met me."
"You've been trying to frame me since then?!"
"Please, do you know how long I've been waiting? Sooner or later those bones will be found. New residents moving in is the best news I've ever heard, and even better news is that you are closer to the lake than I am.
"
"Moreover." Schiller finally moved and leaned forward, put his hands on the table and stared at Williams. "You also killed someone at the construction site, but you just didn't have time to throw the body into the lake. In this weather,
Even if you bury them four meters deep, it may not work. How long do you think you can hide them? Once they are discovered, who do you think threw those corpses in the lake?"
"You..." Williams only uttered one syllable and was speechless. Looking back now, he did notice that there was something wrong.
The most suspicious thing is that Schiller never opposed his construction of the resort.
As I said before, that land is actually the public land of the community. Other community residents have come to protest, which means that we can not use it, but you can't occupy it, and the resort is crowded with people and has great concerns about their privacy.
harm.
However, Schiller, as the resident closest to the resort, did not express any objection at all. He even scolded the relatives and children who stayed at his house on the first day. He did not react at all. Those few were not simple at first sight.
The child did not take any extreme revenge, which is not normal at all.
Schiller's face gradually became distorted in the memory, as if looking at him was like looking at a fat sheep. He simply couldn't wait for him to continue wandering around here, stay here for more time, and get closer to the lake.
good.
Because as long as the resort continues to be built, he can blame this shocking case on himself!
Williams felt himself break out in a cold sweat.
Williams slowed down and said, "Since we are the same kind, there is perhaps no need to make things so rigid. How about we talk about it and each do our own thing without interfering with each other?"
"It seems like this is the only way it can be for now." Schiller seemed to have chosen to compromise. He said: "It makes no sense for us to cause trouble for each other. In the past few years in Gotham, you should have met a lot of people like me. We
You really don’t care what others do, do you?”
This sentence really shook Williams, because he had indeed encountered too many serial killers in Gotham over the years. This group of people didn't care about other people's business at all. As long as they were not the target, they didn't bother to look at him.
, these crazy people only focus on their own world.
Williams finally laughed and said: "Indeed, it seems that I am a bit reckless, professor. When we all have secrets to keep, we can live in peace."
Schiller stood up, turned around and walked towards the door. He didn't seem to mind leaving his back to Williams, nor did he care that he had a gun in his hand. This finally made Williams feel relieved.
However, his caution still led him to take the gun and walk to the door with Schiller. The moment he walked to the door, he saw a black shadow flash to his side, and then, two people connected by handcuffs
A hand appeared in front of his head over his head.
Schiller, who slowly tightened his arms, was not excited. He just remembered that many years ago, he held a tie in a dark room and asked a child, "Do you know how to subdue a person who is stronger than you?"
We are preparing a gift pack for the leader. If you have drawn fanart, you can go to the book club and actively submit it for free.
A set of about five exquisite colorful Q-version villains is required (the painting style is consistent). Two stand-up cards with large background pictures are required, and a set of five postcards is required. The number of banners and stickers has not yet been determined, but it is possible
Making figurines (I haven’t found a good factory, and they’re not doing well)
The final gift package should be Q version pendant + standing sign/postcard + hand banner/bar. Silver League may have figures, what else do you want? (Physical books cannot be printed)