The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 1145 Professor (Fifteen)
Hearing Roman's words, Schiller and Bruce were both stunned. Then, they looked at each other and said in unison, "Are you two in the same group?...I don't know him well."

But Roman broke out directly, and he shouted at the top of his voice: "You ignore my work! Just let those stupid policemen investigate!! You know everything early on, and you pretend to know nothing, and you are acting here Me!! You group of damned... damned..."

"Wait a minute, let me interrupt." Bruce stretched out a hand, looked at Roman and said, "What's wrong with you?"

Before Roman could speak, Bruce said: "Well, Roman, I know, your father puts a lot of pressure on you, but I can help you solve this. This is not a charity or anything, it's just a friend It's just helping, if you feel sorry, you can help me in the future."

"Bruce Wayne! Batman! You idiot!!!" Roman shouted Bruce's name loudly, and the word caught between his words made Bruce frowned, and he said with some surprise: "What are you talking about? Roman? Well, with the strength of your family, it is not difficult to know that I am funding Batman, but this is part of my charity..."

But Roman looked at him gloomyly and said, "Are you still going to continue to pretend? You think I don't know, Batman is Bruce Wayne, is it you?!"

There was a look of helplessness on Bruce's face, just as he was about to continue to explain, Roman showed a sneer, and then said: "You two, you should have guessed my identity from the day I committed crimes in the hospital, right? "

"You pretended not to know on purpose, just to break me down psychologically!" Roman looked into Batman's eyes, nodded and said, "Gotham Vigilante... well-deserved reputation."

Bruce opened his mouth, then licked his lips, looked Roman up and down, and said, "You just said that you did the case in the hospital?"

"That's right!" Roman gritted his teeth and said, "It's the case that you didn't pay attention to at all, the case that you threw to the ordinary police!!"

As he spoke, Roman's tone was filled with grief and indignation. He began to pace the room quickly and said, "It took me three full months to find the most perfect goal and carry out the most meticulous The planning has achieved the best results, but you...but you don't even look at it! Do you know how much effort I have spent? Isn't this exciting enough?!"

He sat down on the sofa in the office, covered his face with his hands, and said in a crying tone: "Not only are you refusing to see it, you are refusing to investigate it yourself, and you even completely ignore me. Vicious methods to humiliate me...very good, you succeeded, can you!!"

Bruce opened his mouth, and he almost blurted out "So, you're the killer genius who took Schiller as a second target?"

The reason why Bruce didn't say this was because, he felt, it was too Schiller.

Regarding the details of these cases, Bruce really didn't understand some things. Just as he was about to ask, Schiller said to Roman: "I'm sorry, but I don't write letters of recommendation to anyone other than my students. , if you are rich enough to change my decision, the Bruce Wayne in front of you will not almost fail to graduate."

"What the hell are you doing?!!" Roman stood up again, he looked at Schiller in disbelief, and shouted: "I am a serial killer! I am a perverted killer!! A man who just brutally killed a doctor Man!!! Standing in front of you!! What are you talking about for a letter of recommendation?!!"

"So, do you want to talk about your calling to harass me?" Schiller looked at Roman and asked.

Roman froze for a moment and said, "When did I call to harass you?"

"So, that wasn't you?" Schiller was also a little surprised, but then he shook his head and said, "It seems that we have nothing to talk about."

Bruce also understood what Schiller meant. He walked directly to the door, picked up the phone, and said to the other end: "Hello? Sheriff Gordon? There is a murderer here, and I need you to come and arrest it... Yes, It's the murderer in the hospital case."

After Gordon came over, Bruce didn't say anything, just pointed at Roman casually, and after Gordon took Roman away, Bruce looked at Schiller, Schiller made a gesture of please, Bruce touched his chin, and started Analyzed:

"He just emphasized that he chose a perfect target, that is to say, Dr. Richard must have something special, otherwise, he would not have emphasized so much."

"The head nurse's description of Dr. Richard is indeed a bit strange. If what the head nurse said is true, then Dr. Richard doesn't sound like a native of Gotham at all. How could Gotham have such a combination of character and education? You, a doctor who does not take drugs, does not drink, and is on the operating table with a clear head?"

"But Dr. Richard, what's so special..." Just when Bruce was deep in thought, Schiller reminded at the right time: "Don't forget, his second target is me, and the serial killer commits the crime. I love finding common ground in my goals.”

"Common..." Bruce paused for a moment, then said, "Yeah, you're both doctors, but other than that? Wait..."

Bruce suddenly turned his head and stared at Schiller, he narrowed his eyes slightly, and said, "That Richard is also a serial killer?"

Before Schiller continued to prompt, Bruce said: "It seems to be true, I understand."

"What do you understand?" Schiller asked.

"I understand...a weakness of serial killers." Bruce walked to the sofa and sat down, smiled, and said, "Their weakness is that they are not ordinary people."

"Their emotions are inherently weaker than ordinary people, and their behavior patterns are also different from ordinary people. Therefore, when they want to hide in the society of ordinary people and pretend to be a part of ordinary people, they will always use too much force. Isn't it?...Professor Schiller."

Bruce pronounced Schiller's name extra hard, and after looking away, he went on to say: "In order to prevent others from suspecting that he is a bad person, he naturally has to disguise himself as a good person, but he doesn't know how to act like that." An ordinary good person, so he can only choose to be a perfect person."

"Good character, excellent ability, never disputes with others, or even not angry at all, this is the good person they imagine. They think that as long as they pretend to be like this, they can integrate into the society of ordinary people."

"That's why Dr. Richard has such a good reputation. He is a very typical example of trying too hard to pretend to be an ordinary person to integrate into society."

"However, there is still a doubt. Didn't the murderer's leg be injured by Harry? Why does Roman's walking posture seem to be the same as usual, without any inconvenience?"

"...No." Bruce said aloud: "Roman should have accomplices. Maybe that day, not one person stayed in the hospital, but two people. After one was injured, the other rescued him."

"Yes, it must be so." Bruce stood up from the sofa, paced the room, and said, "That day, I felt a little strange that a person with such a serious leg injury could still run out Going that far back to the base and leaving almost no trace, no matter how rich he is, it's impossible for him to do it."

"But if he has an accomplice, everything will be explained."

"The two of them teamed up to commit the crime. After committing the crime, they stayed in the hospital together to observe the situation. One of them, probably wanting to do something, bumped into Harley and got a shovel."

"He jumped out of the window desperately, but his accomplices rescued him, took him to the base, and treated him... But, can such an injury really heal?" Bruce said with some doubts: "These cold-blooded Wouldn't a guy with no humanity abandon his worthless companions?"

"I don't remember if I told you before." Schiller said suddenly: "Generally speaking, real serial murderers will not cooperate."

Bruce thought about it for a while, then nodded and said, "That's true. Could it be that Roman isn't the real serial murderer?... No, I feel that cold-blooded temperament from him."

"But there is one exception." Schiller continued: "That is, when they have a common enemy."

"Common enemy? You mean..." Bruce set his sights on Schiller. He still remembered that he had seen in the note left by Roman's base that serial killers wanted to kill him. Dead Schiller.

"You mean, all the serial killers who come here will cooperate?" Bruce's face became a little dignified.

In his heart, if Schiller meets any serial killer, it will definitely not be Schiller, but if he meets a group of serial killers who will cooperate, I'm afraid it may not be so.

"Aren't you going to do something?" Bruce asked looking at Schiller.

"What are you doing?" Schiller leaned on the office chair, showing no sign of nervousness. He picked up the newspaper next to the desk and read it, while Bruce frowned slowly.

"You're not Schiller." Bruce stared at Schiller and said, Schiller's eyes were exposed from the top of the newspaper, looking at Bruce, before he could speak, Bruce pointed to the newspaper and said, "When you read the newspaper, You have to wear finger cots, because you think the ink will stain your hands."

"Besides, I've seen the serial murders you concocted. You never get yourself covered in blood, because you think it's neither elegant nor dirty." Bruce raised his eyebrows and said, "...you Has a serious cleanliness."

"You're not Schiller," Bruce repeated.

"I am." Schiller looked at him and said seriously, but then he smiled and said, "It's just that it may not be the Schiller you know."

"who are you?"

"I've said it all, I'm Schiller." Schiller stood up from behind the desk, walked in front of Bruce, folded the newspaper in his hand, then looked up at Bruce and said, "Maybe, you should know, you The Schiller I know is called 'arrogance', and maybe, you know, he also has a personality trait called greed."

"So, you are also the seven deadly sins?" Bruce asked.

Schiller nodded, then shook his head, smiled at Bruce and said, "Once, I was lazy...but not anymore."

Schiller raised his head slightly, looked at the scene outside the window behind Bruce, and said slowly:

"Arrogance becomes stronger as one, greed becomes stronger, and the first thing they do when they become stronger is... to fulfill Schiller's dream."

"Dream?" Bruce repeated the word.

"That's right, the me I am now is the product of them using the power of promotion to realize their dreams." Schiller looked at Bruce with a smile and said, "Now, you can call me-'Mediocre'."

"Or, just call me...an ordinary person."

　There are fewer idiots this time

　
(End of this chapter)