The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 1262

"When Schiller and Batman met, although there were only the two of them, the process of Gordon taking them to the cold storage underground of the Gotham Police Department was open, and many police officers saw the whereabouts of the two of them , Do you think that every policeman in the Gotham Police Department will perform his duties?"

Bruce was also using interrogative sentences to state a fact. Hal shook his head and said: "Most cities with bad security have gangsters, even in coastal cities where gangsters don't have a lot of climate, there are still many policemen who accept bribes. In order to open the door for smugglers who travel by sea."

Jason nodded knowingly, and Harry sneered, squinting his eyes and said, "Professor Schiller said 'murderers hate victims', that is to say, this murderer must hope that the victim's plight will be wiped out by everyone." When people saw it, he would definitely hope that the ruined corpses of the people he brutally killed would appear in front of the public and lose the last bit of dignity, which is part of his act of revenge."

"So, he will definitely pay attention to the whereabouts of the corpse, and he will definitely use the informants in the police station to know how many people saw the fruits of his revenge, how they speculated about his cruel crime process, and how they scolded him for being cunning , which satisfies his arrogance and vanity."

Bruce glanced at Harry, and Diana put her arms around the little girl's waist, pressed her on the seat next to her, touched her head and said, "What did your parents teach you?"

"My parents died a long time ago, and they died terribly." Harry said indifferently, "Because of their stupidity, and because of their fear of me."

Diana stroked Harry's back lightly. She knew that this was another dark story, but she also knew that there were too many dark stories in Gotham. At least this little girl could come here, and most people here can protect her.

"As she said, the murderer must know that Batman took a stranger to see his masterpiece." Constantine pinched his chin with his fingers and said: "The murderer must know something about Batman, but Obviously, he also has a fear of Batman, and I'm afraid he is worried that Batman will expose him."

"While he was afraid of being punished, he also wanted to know how the great detective in Gotham City evaluated his masterpiece, and wanted to satisfy these two mentalities at the same time. He originally had only one choice, and that was to go to Gordon. But Schiller's arrival gave him a second choice."

Barry also frowned and began to analyze. Although The Flash is not a typical detective image, he has actually worked in the judicial system longer than anyone present, especially in the Physical Evidence Technology Center. In such a murder case, the grasp of the murderer's psychology is no worse than that of the people present.

"That is to say, the murderer will go to Schiller." Bruce concluded: "He is curious about Schiller's identity, and also wants to know from Schiller how Batman evaluates him."

"You cast yourself into a trap." Hal snorted coldly.

Diana shook her head and said, "Not necessarily. Obviously, neither Schiller nor Batman regards this murderer as their greatest opponent. Everyone can see that their greatest enemy is each other."

"Batman invited Schiller to participate in Bruce Wayne's party to see how Schiller obtained a reasonable identity. Schiller also needs a chance to change from an alien to a social person with an identity background, and then make Tickets to the party."

"You mean, Schiller will choose to cooperate with the murderer?" Clark stared at the screen and said, "Although I don't quite understand your previous reasoning, it seems that both Batman and the murderer want to use Schiller, and Schiller also wants to use Schiller." want to use them."

"Exactly." Bruce affirmed Clark's inference.

Just as his words fell, there was a "squeak", and the door of the mansion was opened, and Schiller looked at the uninvited guest who had just pressed the doorbell from the crack of the door.

The man opposite was wearing a long windbreaker, a slightly old-fashioned top hat, and an expensive suit underneath. The cuff buttons were three quite clear rubies, and the exposed half of the watch was inlaid with brilliant diamonds.

"Hi Sir I'm Lincoln March I'm taking the liberty to visit you I'm really sorry I know I don't have an appointment I just came from Community Services there is no Yellow Pages record of your number so I had to come Knock on the door, I hope you will forgive my faux pas."

This man named Lincoln March took his top hat off his head, and he had well-groomed short black hair. His eyes may be dark blue, but because of the backlight, they appear darker, which is a bit It's like dark brown or black.

Schiller held on to the door frame with one hand, and put the other on the door. He never gave way to March. At this moment, March brought a box in front of him and said, "I came in a hurry. I haven't had time to order any decent gifts, but this letter opener from Sri Lanka is inlaid with twelve gemstones representing the twelve signs of the zodiac, I hope you will like it."

After speaking, the box was opened, and a small dagger was lying in the box. Gorgeous gemstones were inlaid on the handle, and the flashing light was shining brightly. Schiller smiled, as if he was pleased, He let go of one hand and sideways out of the way.

The brilliance of the gem was reflected in Schiller's pupils, the smile there did not reach the bottom of the eyes, and even the layer floating on the surface was tinged with coldness and disgust.

"Schiller is not happy." Hal nodded and said an obvious fact.

Clark spread his hands and said, "No one will be happy in the face of a murderer. What's more, if Schiller wants to use him, he has to talk to him nicely. If it were me, I would go crazy. "

"That's not the point." Bruce shook his head and said, "The point is that the gift is not what you want, or the gift is not bad, but it explains too much."

"I hate this kind of people who show off their knowledge." Diana frowned slightly, and said in a slightly arrogant tone: "There are too many people like this. Stupid and beautiful women can't read the meaning behind the fancy gifts they prepare."

"They want to please the opposite sex with the beautiful appearance of gemstones, but also feel that the other party is superficial and can't understand themselves at all, so they have to explain it. They can't control their lustful heart, and they can't let go of their poor self-esteem, like a clown."

Bruce turned his head to look at the side face of this gorgeous princess. The light and shadow flowed along Diana's brows, across the bridge of her nose, and stayed under her lips, with an irresistible charm of the world.

Because society expects men to be mature and women to be juvenile, both young men and mature women have extra charm.

Bruce turned his head back hard, and said, "This Mr. March revealed his impatience as soon as he opened his mouth."

"He tried hard to explain to Schiller that he had already gone to the community center to read the telephone yellow pages, but he couldn't find Schiller's page, so he knocked on the door unreasonably. For others, it’s like self-comfort.”

"The best detectives in this world have their own styles, but the crappy third-rate detectives are surprisingly consistent."

When Bruce continued to speak, everyone turned their attention to him. No matter what relationship they had with Bruce, everyone present could not deny that Batman was the smartest person in the world.

"They are very used to doing redundant things and making unnecessary explanations, but the motivation is not to achieve results at all, but to comfort themselves, as if they have said this and done it, and the effect in their minds has already been achieved. Got it."

"They only pay attention to their own actions, not to the reactions of others. When others don't respond as expected, they feel that the other party is stupid instead of feeling that they have done something wrong."

Accompanied by Bruce's steady tone, March, who walked into the room, raised his head and looked around. When he saw a bronze sculpture with mud on the shelf, his eyes rolled and the corners of his mouth slightly curled, but he quickly returned to Putting on a smile, he said to Schiller:

"It seems that you have many very special collections, and so do I. Beauty is innocent. Even if it is not appreciated by the public, artists will always meet collectors who resonate with their souls."

"He's not a real celebrity." Greedy Schiller stood in the back row with his elbows on the back of his chair and said, "Neither understands collections nor art."

"Did you see it again?" Clark glanced first at Bruce's expression, then at his greedy expression, and said with a sigh, "One day I will be like Barry, telling everyone that you will see the future."

Diana shook her head and said: "Collectors of niche art are never proud of the niche. They accept others' admiration for their aesthetics, but only if they have something to say."

"Most true niche collectors collect collections that are not in line with the popular aesthetic trend, not to show that they are special, but March obviously thinks so. His focus falls on proving that he is different from ordinary people, but this is precisely It is the most disgusting point among minority collectors, it is too superficial." Bruce continued smoothly.

"The niche is not cheap at all, and sometimes even more expensive. When mainstream collectors understand the niche collectors, they always have a prejudice, thinking that they only engage in these weird and weird things just to prove their difference. thing."

"In daily life, they have encountered too many people who have superficial understanding and even despise their inner love, and only understand them as sensational clowns, so complimenting them for being special and different from the public is completely flattering. On the horse's legs, it backfired."

After Diana's voice fell, Clark sighed deeply and said, "Thank you to my parents, thank you for running a farm, thank you Smallville, my simple hometown, let me become a young man in a small town instead of Live this riddle every day, like you and Bruce."

"I'm really sorry to bother you so late, but I was too forgetful about talking about Gotham investment with Mr. Wayne in the Wayne Building before, which delayed my schedule a bit. I hope you don't mind."

As soon as March opened his mouth, the corner of Bruce's mouth twitched off the screen, repeating what he had said:
"It seems to be unintentionally revealing my investment level, putting myself in a high position, to gain the trust of others..."

"So, do you know him?" Clark asked over his shoulder.

"Liars all over the world say they know me." Bruce turned his head to look at Clark and said, "Have you never received a scam call? Haven't you heard that a liar company has business dealings with Wayne Group worth hundreds of millions?"

Clark was stunned for a moment, but then he covered his mouth with his fingers, as if to cover his smile, and Diana also laughed out loud. The owner of the Wayne Group said this himself, which really makes people feel a kind of funny funny.

"Sit down, Mr. March."

Schiller lightly pointed to the single chair on the left side of the table in the reception area, and in the next second, March threw the windbreaker he took off on the back of the single chair on the right.

The moist moisture from just walking by the river and the dust sticking to the fluff on the surface of the coat rose together, and the light from the lights refracted countless light spots, and in Schiller's eyes, a lively dance party was held.

"It's over!"

Harry and Jason shouted in unison.

　I watch myself
Take the road of three creations, so that three creations have nowhere to go

　
(End of this chapter)