The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Gordon glanced back at Halle, not understanding why she reacted so violently. Logically speaking, she should not know Schiller.

Schiller smiled at Halle, but it didn't make her relax at all. She just stood behind Gordon and stared at Schiller, looking very vigilant. Schiller looked at Gordon and said helplessly: "Look Come on, she doesn't like me very much, you can only ask her."

Gordon turned around, bent down again, looked into Harry's eyes and asked, "You said the murderer wore a mask, what kind of mask did he wear?"

Harley shook her head vigorously, pursed her lips and said nothing, at this moment, the head nurse came up and said, "Anyway, she's just a child, she shouldn't stay here after going through such a big stimulus Under questioning, she should now take a hot shower and rest."

Gordon sighed softly, and he didn't want to put too much pressure on Harry, so he turned to the head nurse and said, "Of course, I understand, ma'am, but if we don't find out this matter sooner, the hospital will More messy."

"If Miss Quizel provides any clues, please tell me." After speaking, Gordon took two steps back and let the other two nurses take Halle away.

Bruce stepped forward and asked Schiller about the hospital rules and doctor's habits, but nothing was gained, because psychiatrists are special, they are less involved in the normal operation of the hospital, and their habits are different from other doctors. After a few words, Bruce knew that there was absolutely no need for him to invite Schiller over today.

Now, he is very clear about serial killers. If he had to comment on this case, it would be "skillful, but not much".

An experienced policeman like Gordon can follow the clues to find clues, and Bruce and Schiller together are a complete waste of detective resources.

After Schiller returned to Arkham Hospital, Brand walked into his office and said to him, "You promised Sheriff Gordon to take patients? I was shocked when they brought the patients over." jumping."

"Yes, these patients have no obvious feedback on the antidote, and there are some mental problems. This is the scope of our jurisdiction, isn't it? If you are too busy, go to Jonathan, and he will help you. "

Schiller stood beside the cabinet behind the glass screen, picked up the only newspaper left, and began to read.

"It doesn't matter, our place is empty anyway." Brand touched his cheek, and then said: "They also sent a group of intern nurses to help us with the dispensing and infusion. They have arrived, and I arranged They went to stay in the staff dormitory."

"By the way, because of the sudden increase in manpower, Mrs. Miller took over the management of the nurses and became the head nurse again. Recently, you'd better not go to the inpatient department to get stuff."

After finishing speaking, Brand said with some doubts: "Before, why didn't you see Mrs. Miller always staring at you? Isn't the relationship between the two of you very harmonious? ... Also, why don't you hold the newspaper with your fingers?" Done? Aren't you afraid of ink staining your hands?"

Schiller turned his head and glanced at Brand, and said, "If you really have nothing to do, go to sleep. There will be more patients tomorrow, and you will be busy."

Seeing Schiller carefully browsing the newspaper with a serious expression, Brand shook his head, but turned and left.

Arkham Sanitarium spent another peaceful night. Except for the lights of ambulances that kept transferring patients, the building was plunged into darkness without any light.

At this moment, a window of the office building suddenly lit up with a snap. Looking out of the window, a small black figure stood by the table and turned his head in horror.

Schiller, who was still in a suit and leather shoes, stood outside the door of his office, stretched out one hand to press the switch on the wall, and put the other hand in his trouser pocket. Looking at Harry who opened the desk drawer, he said: "Miss Quizell, your skillful movements surprised me."

After the initial shock and panic, Harley calmed down extremely quickly, and closed the drawer unhurriedly, withdrew her hand, and said, "You misunderstood, I'm not here to steal .”

"But, it's more serious than that, isn't it?" Schiller still stood at the door and did not enter the room. He said:
"I guess, from beginning to end, this is a plan you have devised, from meeting Gordon, to displaying your own gifted and evil characteristics, to entering technical college to become a nurse, and then following the team of nurses who are dispatched. When you come here, you should have been eyeing me long ago, right?"

Harley put her hands behind her back and looked upwards, as if she didn't want to admit it, but suddenly, she became excited again, looked at Schiller with bright eyes and said, "I'm not mistaken, we are the same kind people!"

Schiller finally stepped into the room, closed the door with his hand, looked at Harry and said, "I don't know what your purpose is, but whatever the purpose is, it's not a reason for you to break into my office in the middle of the night , even if you don't need to sleep, I also need to rest, now, can I ask you to leave?"

"Is that what you want to say?" There was a hint of disappointment in Harley's eyes. She puffed her cheeks and looked a little angry, and then said quickly: "I thought we would be like-minded, because we are Same kind, different from those ordinary people, you should welcome me, because I..."

"Jingle Bell!"

The crisp ringtone of the phone interrupted Harry's words. Schiller and Harry turned their heads at the same time, looking at the vibrating phone behind the glass screen wall. Schiller sighed, walked over, picked up the receiver, and heard a call from the opposite side. a voice:
"You saw my work in Wayne Hospital, right? ... That's what I said, I like to kill people, hahahahahahaha!"

In the end, the voice of the other party began to become more and more high-pitched, because the room was very empty, and the voice kept echoing, and Harley also heard a few words.

As if her tail was stepped on suddenly, she quickly ran to Schiller's side, grabbed the phone, and said to the other side:

"Huh? Meeting ceremony? Your shabby meeting ceremony is not even as good as a toad in a stinky ditch! Is your thigh okay? Should it be amputated? How about the one I gave you? You are incompetent, stupid, A mouse that hides its head and shows its tail!"

"The case you worked on...you should consider the madam in the red-light district of Mary Street as your godmother, because the case you worked on is like her stinky leather shoes, dirty, boring, and stinky!"

"You should go to the underground of the ace chemical factory and find a mouse to be your father, because what you are best at is running in and stealing dangerous chemical fuels, and you are still complacent, thinking that you are the most talented thief in the world!!! "

Harry gritted his teeth and spit out all kinds of insulting words quickly.

And the person on the other side was obviously anxious, and shouted loudly: "So it's you! You damn bitch! You little brat! You actually hid in the utility room and attacked me, causing me to almost die, what are you doing?" I'm waiting! I must let you know how powerful I am!!"

Finally, Harry hung up the phone angrily. Suddenly, she froze for a moment, then slowly turned her head to look at Schiller, who looked at her with a smile.

"Listen to me... You have to believe that I'm not a rude person!... Yes, that's right, it's all because of him! He is so stupid!" Harry took two steps back and said with a smirk .

"Sir, you should be more enthusiastic, I'm here for you." Harry suddenly said with a suppressed voice: "You don't know, I want to find someone of the same kind, how hard it is to find, my parents have passed away, I I haven't chatted with anyone for a long time, can you chat with me?"

Schiller lowered his eyes and glanced at her. Harley's facial features were very delicate, and it could be seen that she was a beauty. At this time, the expectation on her face was also very sincere, with clear eyes and a simple expression.

But Schiller ignored what she said, and strode towards the desk. Harry, behind him, suddenly changed his face, and stood still and shouted: "Where are you going back? Come back to me!"

Schiller kept walking, and Harry wanted to catch up with him quickly, but Schiller opened the bottom drawer door one step ahead of her, and there was a dagger in it, and a few hours ago, this place was empty empty.

Schiller took out the dagger, threw it on the table, and made a "clang". He looked at Harry and said, "Why, are you going to send your greeting gift directly into my heart?"

Seeing that the matter was revealed, Harry's face sank. She twisted her mouth and said, "Damn heart! Only that stinky mouse would want to chop up people's hearts out of ignorance!"

"A murderer who has lived for so many years and still only has this level, he should go back to his mother's stomach!" Harry rolled his eyes and said with disdain: "Even if he works hard for his whole life, he can't do it." Just a butcher!"

After finishing speaking, Harry stared into Schiller's eyes again and said, "Seriously, I'm not joking, I really want to come to make friends with you."

Schiller didn't answer, but silently set his eyes on the dagger on the table. Harry smiled and said, "I've only heard of your name, but I haven't seen you in real life. I have to find a way. Come to confirm, are you not worthy of your name?"

"This is not the first time you have used this method." Schiller picked up the dagger, weighed it in his hand, and said, "You deliberately pretended to be afraid of me in front of Bruce and Gordon. , wanting to arouse their suspicion of me..."

"Miss, you are really a born bad seed."

Unexpectedly, Harley hugged her arms and snorted, and then said confidently: "I know, you have been investigating serial murders, and you are a very famous criminal psychologist, but now it seems that you are nothing more than that, and you are still Hanging out with a bunch of boring normal people."

"Or, in fact, you are just like me, just treating them as toys?" There was a smile in Harley's eyes, and she said: "Mix among ordinary people, go to school and go to work step by step, to see their boring lives, How did it go to perish in such mediocre content?"

"Or, in an emergency that will frighten them, play the role of the murderer and the most innocent bystander at the same time, and use the identity of an ordinary person to appreciate your own achievements?"

"Miss Quizell, it's too late today. I think we should go back and rest first. If there's anything else, we'll see tomorrow..."

"boom!"

The door of the office was pushed open, and Jonathan walked in with an excited face. He said, "Schiller! You can't believe it! I came up with a good idea. It only takes a year and a half to prepare, maybe next year At the end of the year, you will be able to report..."

Schiller quickly shifted his gaze to Halle's face, seeing Harry's puzzled expression, Schiller strode up to Jonathan's side, covered his mouth, and said, "I'm sorry, Kuize Miss Er, this is one of my patients, he didn't take medicine today, so he fell ill, I will send him back to the ward immediately..."

"Jingle bell! Jingle bell!"

Schiller turned his head to look at the phone that rang again. He let go of Jonathan, rushed over as fast as he could, picked up the phone and shouted at the other side: "Don't call again!!!"

After finishing speaking, he hung up the phone, then walked towards Harley, picked her up by the back of the neck, threw her out of the office, and then, holding the door frame, shouted at her: "Get out of here!" Go back to sleep!!"