Schiller returned to the room and took off his glasses and yawned. He didn't seem to feel nervous at all about being trapped in a manor where two fatalities had occurred. He reached out to untie his tie and prepared to put on his pajamas and sleep.
At that time, there was a knock on the door again.
Schiller closed his eyes, stood with his hands on his hips, sighed, and finally turned towards the door and opened it. Standing outside the door was Agent Kayla. Kayla looked Schiller up and down first, and then said: "
Are you planning to sleep?"
"Isn't it obvious enough?"
Keira frowned deeply, looked into Schiller's eyes and said, "But I'm afraid, you can't sleep now because another death has happened."
"I know, Old Parker..."
"It's not Parker." Kayla denied. She raised her arms, glanced at her watch and said, "Just two minutes ago, Mrs. Davis died. She died in the bathroom on the first floor."
"Chief Benjamin invites you to come over now." Kayla looked at Schiller and said to him: "You must have not forgotten that after the mayor died, you were the only one who went to that bathroom."
Schiller ignored her, but walked back into the room and tied his tie again. When he came out again, Keira instinctively felt a chill on her back.
Schiller ignored Keira and went straight out of the door and walked downstairs. Keira followed him and seemed to want to say something to him, but Schiller had no intention of waiting for her.
He quickly walked down the spiral staircase, like a glass bead rolling down in a spiral maze. The body in the center of the hall was still lying there quietly.
The blood on the tassels at the end of the tablecloth has coagulated, the smoke from the candles on the silver candlesticks has been extinguished, and tables have collapsed one after another around the body, with pieces of exquisite dishes scattered among them, sparkling in the brilliant light.
Schiller walked down layer after layer like this. Keira, who was following him, felt that he seemed to be going deeper into an abyss. The surrounding environment did not change, but Schiller's temperament became more and more intense.
Getting deeper and deeper.
Until the sound of leather shoes on the floor came, Schiller stood at the stairs on the first floor and paused. He did not look at the body, but walked straight to the bathroom.
At the door of the bathroom, Lionel and Benjamin were standing there. Seeing Schiller coming, Lionel wanted to talk to him. Benjamin seemed to have something to say, but Schiller completely ignored them. He directly
Entering the relationship room.
A female corpse was lying on the washstand, shot in the waist. She had just died. She was still wearing a gorgeous dress. At this time, the dark blue dress was stained with red blood and turned into a strange purple. The window above the washstand
, the moonlight shines in, shines on her body, and casts strange shadows on the ground.
Schiller stood in the center of the bathroom, with Lionel and Benjamin standing behind him. Benjamin said: "There were three murders in a row in one night..."
Lionel wiped his sweat with his hand and said, "It looks like it was the serial murderer who did it."
"What is a serial murderer?" Schiller suddenly asked.
"Multiple murders in a short period of time..." Benjamin replied, and Schiller continued: "There is a second part of this concept, that is, the murder methods are consistent, and there is a connection between each murder..."
…
Benjamin frowned, and Schiller turned sideways. He looked at the female corpse and said, "Is the cause of her death consistent with that of Old Pike? Is the cause of death of Old Pike consistent with White? Are the causes of death of these three people consistent with the previous murders?"
"
"What is the connection between all these eucalyptus? Did the murderer leave a consistent symbol? Did he adopt a certain backstory related to quantity? Do these people have any characteristics in common?"
"If none of the above is true, why do you think it was a serial murder?"
"But it all happened together in a very short period of time."
"That was just a murder that happened together in a short period of time." Schiller spoke very quickly, as if he did not intend to give anyone a chance to stop and think. However, his next words made everyone present feel...
Some hairs stand on end.
"This murderer is too mediocre."
"It's hard for me to imagine that there are such stupid, boring, and talentless guys in this world."
"Kill one person, throw him down from the building, kill another, and throw him down again. What is he doing?"
"Why does he value life so little?"
"Why do you think the process of death can be easily solved with a gun or a knife?"
"Why do you think corpses, such a precious resource, can be discarded so casually and without artistry?"
"I guess he is a fool who has seen too many detectives. Looking at the detectives' crimes from God's perspective makes him think that these detectives are nothing more than that."
"He thought that such a simple case would take detectives such a long time to solve, so if he came up with a more complicated case, the detectives might be like headless flies in their lives, unable to find clues.
"
"I don't want to judge any detective, because it is a work that condenses the author's efforts, but I must say that even if he was inspired by some detectives, those have long been outdated, just like him.
"
"In terms of theoretical knowledge, he doesn't understand what a serial murderer is. He thinks that as long as he kills many people in a short period of time, he can be called a serial murderer. Regarding this idea, I can only say that he is more suitable for it.
If you kill pigs in the slaughterhouse, you might even get a performance championship."
"In terms of actual actions, it is even more rough and poor. There is no suitable theme chosen, no countdown to create tension, no signs, no clues related to numbers or patterns..."
Schiller showed a helpless smile, as if he felt very ridiculous. He said: "He doesn't even have the same weapon. Sometimes he uses a knife, sometimes he uses a gun..."
As he spoke, his expression turned into disgust again, and he said: "Moreover, I was not very particular about it when I did it. When the body fell, blood spattered everywhere, and even stained the tassels on the tablecloth and the candlesticks."
Got it."
"He didn't think about what would happen if the candlestick ignited the tablecloth? The carefully arranged murder scene turned into a chaotic fire scene, leaving only ugly scorch marks. Everything would be destroyed, and everyone would be destroyed."
No real serial murderer would allow such an accident to happen."
"His guidance to the crowd was also in shambles, and he did not reflect any philosophical torture of human nature..."...
"If you must ask me to judge these eucalyptus, I can only say..." Schiller drew a long note, and then concluded:
"It was created by a mediocre person, and it couldn't be more cliché."
"enough!"
A cold voice came from the bathroom door, and Benjamin turned his head to look at Lyonel, who had a gloomy look on his face.
Before, Benjamin had been listening intently to Schiller's words, and had not noticed at all that the businessman next to him, who was always smiling, had a face that could be called ferocious.
Schiller turned back again, looked at Lyonner quietly, and said to him: "Mr. Luther, do you know? I don't try to expose a fool's mind, not because I can't guess, but because I
He is a tolerant person, and I hope this world can leave more room for fantasy for poor people like you."
"You said you invited me here for two purposes, namely to communicate with your son and to cure his disease, but in fact you also had a third purpose, which was to commit a serial murder in front of me.
Eucalyptus."
"Of course, you have seen my resume." Schiller raised his voice. He looked at Lionel's gloomy eyes and said, "You know, I have participated in several of the most famous serial murders. I have seen
The murderer of countless serial murderers..."
"I know that you are eagerly looking forward to committing a flawless crime in front of me and fooling me around to prove that you are a genius criminal who can stand in the world."
"However, I didn't show any special emotions about Mayor White's death. On the way to the bathroom, I told you that this case was too mediocre and I was not interested, so you started to make hurried preparations.
Next one is eucalyptus."
Schiller showed a helpless smile and said: "But the innovation you made is to change the murder weapon from a gun to a knife."
"Then, when I expressed my disdain more frankly, you almost got angry and committed the third crime."
"Then, the only innovation you made was to change the place where the body was dumped from the banquet hall to the bathroom."
"This is you. Come on, Onel, accept your fate."
"You are just an ordinary person, mediocre and uninteresting, without any genius."
"He doesn't have any genius mind." Lex sat by the wall, leaning his back against the wall, covering his neck with his hands, showing a contemptuous smile, he said: "But he was unwilling from the beginning to the end.
Admit it."
"He was so jealous of those geniuses that he almost went crazy. In order to get their genius and wisdom, he would pay any price, including my mother."
"But the most ironic thing is that after he tortured and killed her, he discovered that I was a super genius just like my mother."
Lex coughed twice, his face was a little pale, and he seemed to be exhausted. He said: "But he doesn't dare to kill me anymore, and he still wants to point at me to grab those worldly benefits for him."
Bruce stood in the center of the utility room, looking down at him. After a moment of silence, he walked towards Lex and stood in front of him. A shadow fell on Lex. He lowered his head and asked, "You killed White?"
And Pike?”…
Lex said disdainfully: "That was Lionel's own hand. It's the simplest kind of delay device, the kind used in old-fashioned detectives. So he couldn't easily change the place where the body was dumped, because the device was set up there."
On the rafters."
"That idiot has been trying to control me for the past ten years. I had to cooperate with him in acting, but this time, he must have failed."
"Why?" Bruce narrowed his eyes and looked at Lex.
"Just now, I killed Mrs. Davis and threw her in the bathroom. I guess the professor who was called out of the room again must have been completely impatient."
Bruce frowned, but before he could ask, Rex said to himself: "The tricks that Lionel played can't fool anyone who is slightly smarter. Those arrangements that he thinks are exquisite are just like the children."
There is no difference in the building blocks.”
"I know that only that professor has been to that bathroom. As long as the third incident occurs there, someone will definitely call him."
"When he examined me, I discovered that he and I are the same type of people. We are a little patient with idiots, but only a little."
"Once you lose your patience, it will make him look good."
Rex chuckled again, looked at Bruce and said:
"I just finished killing someone and saw you drunk in the corridor. I thought that it would be a good way for an alcoholic playboy to be scorched in the flames of his own alcohol..."
"But now, you are more interesting alive than dead."
"You know? Every time O'Neil introduces me to others, he always says he would rather I was a playboy like Lil Wayne..."
"But, hahahaha, even Lil Wayne is not a playboy!
"
"hahahahahahahahahahaha!
!”
Lex stood up, his laughter getting louder and louder. When he looked up at Bruce, what appeared in his field of vision was Bruce's sandbag-sized fist.