The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 1265
"It seems that Batman is also eyeing you. In this case, we can cooperate. I know what you want, and I have the ability to provide you with what you want."

March forcefully sat down on the single sofa on the first floor, and the chair made a "squeak" sound due to his rude movements. Schiller, who was standing by the fireplace, frowned, but March didn't seem to notice it.

The back of the single sofa on the first floor is relatively low and the seat is long. March sits on it in a very relaxed posture, giving people an unconscious sense of relaxation. Once people feel relaxed, they want to stretch His own body, like sitting on the bed in the bedroom.

So, March put his feet on the coffee table, crossed his fingers on his lower abdomen, looked at Schiller and said, "Batman will watch your every move in the dark night, even if you are a native of Gotham, no one Being able to escape his pursuit is not a wise choice to be his enemy, but since you have already done so, it is best to plan for your own retreat."

"He's emphasizing his control over the situation." When the picture was fixed on March's face, Bruce said very calmly: "But he used the most stupid method."

"Sometimes, taking the initiative to break the old etiquette rules, appearing rude, is a way to emphasize the sense of control, that is, the current situation is under my control, no matter how unreasonable I am to you, you cannot resist."

The sickly deep voice seemed to be coming out of a record player, as if there was a screen between him and other people, that kind of smile that seemed to be comforting, but it was also nerve-wracking.

"This is the first step in controlling the spirit of others. When the situation is in your favor, try to invade the other party's territory, and force the other party to accept and get used to it, and then make further progress until you bring the other party's thoughts into your control."

Everyone sitting on the other side turned their heads to look at him, sickly but just looking at the screen, the light of the screen flowing in his barren gray eyes, like ocean waves picking the most crystal clear sand.

"The idiots in this world can be roughly classified into several categories, and the most stupid one is 'out of time'. This kind of people can't understand the situation, neither their own position nor others'. They use their behavior Use logic to speculate on other people's reactions, and then use the imagined results to infer your own actions."

"For example, Mr. March imagined that Schiller would have to talk to him because he was as afraid of Batman as he was. He took this as an established conclusion, and instead deduced that he could invade Schiller's field. Le will do nothing with him."

"And then, if others don't give them the reaction they want, they will start to become extremely manic and lose their minds, as if some kind of switch has been pressed .”

Diana, Barry, and Hal couldn't help but frowned. Obviously, the morbid description reminded them of certain people. The disgust that surged from their hearts made them have to admit that what the morbid said was right. This kind of person is really annoying.

"Will Schiller continue to tolerate him?" Constantine pursed his lips tightly and said, "This level of unreasonableness, even a person with a good temper can't bear it?"

"I figured it out. This is actually Batman's trap." Barry folded his arms and said, "He's the best at presenting criminals with such unflattering problems. If Schiller can't tolerate March fighting with him, then Batman If Schiller realized it, he would have to put up with March's rudeness."

"Anyway, Professor Schiller will be very uncomfortable no matter what it is." Barry shrugged and said.

"Violence is not the only way to make a person look bad, and Schiller can also use violence, but in a more dignified way."

After the morbid voice fell, Schiller on the screen had already walked away from the fireplace, and he walked up the stairs to the second floor again, while March kept turning his head and following him with his eyes.

"You're right, Mr. March, I did have a little skirmish with Batman, but you know what we're arguing about?"

As soon as March was about to ask, Schiller said directly: "The corpse we saw before arguing, and the murderer who committed this murder."

Schiller walked to the edge of the patio on the second floor, turned his back, raised his head and stretched out a hand, rubbing the book with his fingertips, and said:
"I said he was wasting his time completely. If he has the time to track down the murderer, why not focus on the possible killer organization? No matter how you look at it, the killer organization that killed several people and may continue to kill is more dangerous. ?”

"You...do you think that the killer organization did not do that case?" March's body froze for a moment.

"Isn't this obvious?" Schiller was still standing by the bookshelf looking for a book, and then he said as if he had suddenly realized: "Oh, why did I forget, Mr. March, you haven't seen a corpse."

"If you had seen the body, you would have no such doubts. Yes, the latest murder, that of poor Mr. Earrim, was not the work of the same murderers as the previous ones, It's another murderer."

"Oh, is it?" March's fingertips trembled, and he asked seemingly unintentionally: "To tell you the truth, I am also a little interested in reasoning. Can you tell me how you discovered it?"

"Of course, I just need someone to agree with me." Schiller took out a 19th-century poetry collection from the bookshelf, put his arms on the railing, and said while flipping through the book:

"The most obvious thing is that Mr. Urim's death was very painful, and he was not killed by one blow like in the previous cases. Both Sergeant Gordon and Batman deduced that the murderer had a grudge against Urim, and that's why he died. tortured him so much."

"If you've ever seen a dead body, you'll know that Mr. Dourem died a terrible death, and he was in great pain during his lifetime."

March's breathing rate became faster, his chest was rising and falling, but he still made a cross on his chest and said, "Really? God bless him, although I have no intention of questioning the world's greatest detective Batman." conclusion, but did he say anything else about the murderer?"

"Of course, he wanted to say something, but I interrupted him."

Even standing on the second floor, Schiller could clearly hear March taking a deep breath on the first floor, Schiller smiled, and then said: "I told Batman, you should hurry to investigate the killer." It's about organization, don't waste your time here."

March held the armrest of the chair tightly, as if it took a lot of effort to let go, he gently covered his mouth with his hand and asked, "Why do you say that? Shouldn't Batman go immediately?" Arrest the vicious murderer?"

"You're wrong." Schiller was pacing on the second floor with a book, and the dull sound of leather shoes stepping on the floor pulled March's heartbeat.

"When I worked in the FBI, I have seen many cases. To be honest, if you look at it from a more objective and rational point of view, personal crimes and passion killings are actually the least harmful murders. On the contrary Yes, large-scale and organized crimes, or terrorist attacks, deserve the most attention and manpower.”

Speaking of this, Schiller suddenly stopped, turned his head to stare at March and said: "Ordinary people with a little common sense should also know that compared with the vendetta from the top, the killer organization is more dangerous, and it should be the first time. Only in this way can the life and property safety of taxpayers be guaranteed to the greatest extent.”

March took his feet off the coffee table, obviously he was not so relaxed, but he still leaned back on the back of the sofa, and said after deliberation: "Yes, but the murderer's brutal way of committing crimes, wouldn't it be Will it have a bad effect?"

"You don't have to worry about that." Schiller raised his head slightly, looked at March with a smile and said, "The so-called brutality, oh, sorry, it's not actually a word used by me and Batman, and it's not even Sheriff Gordon. Yes, but the little police officer who led us to the cold storage where the corpses were stored, he was just transferred from the central city, and you know that the security conditions there are top-notch, he is completely rare."

"This murderer is not a murderer." Schiller shook his head and said, "In the files of the FBI over the years, there are so many serial killers who are more terrifying than him."

"Since he wanted to torture the deceased, let's talk about the act of 'torture'. He pierced the lungs of the deceased with a sharp weapon, but instead of letting him die immediately, he let the deceased choke to death with his own blood. Well, it is quite painful when the dead die, but it has nothing to do with being cruel."

March's face became a little stiff. He opened his mouth, as if he was about to blurt out some words, but in the next second, his reason stopped him, and March's two thumbs began to rotate continuously. He used a kind of A deep voice asked, "Isn't this cruel enough?"

"Of course, the distance from brutality is like Central City is as far from Gotham." After Schiller finished speaking, March was about to speak immediately, but Schiller didn't give him a chance to interject, but changed his previous gentle The tone of voice is getting faster and faster.

"The main harm of serial killers who commit crimes on an individual basis is not the number of murders, but that too brutal cases will cause panic among the public, and may also lead to imitation of crimes. Such examples are not uncommon. Many states flay The Butcher, the Ogre, and the Ripper, there are plenty of copycats."

"But with all due respect, the murderer who killed Urim is not a murderer at all, but just a lame coward. I advise Batman not to give him any eyes. Batman insists that I am cold and heartless, so we That's why there was a dispute."

"But the fact is that this murderer killed Erem only for the simplest and superficial hatred, and it may even be a personal hatred. Maybe it was just that Erem scraped his car or stepped on his lawn, so it is Hate him, not one class against another, one group against another."

"His case is devoid of any thought, I cannot read any thought out of it, even with the wounds so plainly before my eyes, I cannot see any depth of soul in his shoddy writing, so Shallow, dry and uninteresting."

"I told Batman that this kind of murderer should not get any attention because they are totally desecrating life and wasting the precious life that people only have once."

"Erim died, but his death and his body did not reveal anything to the world, did not convey a message, did not create beauty and art."

"The murderer is not a serial killer at all, so just hand it over to the police at the police station. It doesn't matter if you investigate for a year or so. Anyway, he can't do any decent cases. It's frighteningly mediocre."

"And the great Batman should do something more meaningful."

March had already stood up from the chair, and he stared at Schiller with those bloodshot eyes, and Schiller also looked at him, his eyes were full of jokes and sarcasm, although he did not name his name at all, but March It was already known that Schiller was insulting him to his face.

Just when March thought it was over, Schiller sneered and said, "If that's all, he's just mediocre, but as I said before, he's a coward."

"What did he do? Oh yes, he gave the victim two stabs, the first one was already fatal, it just took time, but instead of leaving immediately, he made another stab and ended the victim victim's life, is he trying to end the victim's suffering quickly?"

"No, of course not, he was afraid, so he had to imitate the way the previous killer organization committed crimes, pretending to be killed by a single knife."

Schiller laughed frivolously, and said in an absurd tone: "Mr. March, can you imagine? A murderer is afraid that his work will be discovered! How absurd is this?!"

"However, it's not completely unreasonable..." The smile in Schiller's tone gradually disappeared, and when the leather shoes stepped on the stairs, there was a faint creaking sound. Schiller walked to the first floor unhurriedly, coming When he came in front of March, March unconsciously took a step back.

"There is no shortage of cowards in this world. Just like some people, their hearts are filled with unspeakable anger, but they can only pretend that they don't know anything."

"Perhaps, he must know nothing, because he doesn't know that Batman has installed several bugs here."

Standing in front of March, Schiller took one last look at him, then went to sit on the big sofa in the center, leaned back in the chair very relaxedly, and said: "You must be curious, I mean the mistake of youth What the hell? What made me lose my social identity and have to work for the FBI?"

March turned to stare at him, as if waiting for an answer, but Schiller just glanced at March's face and said: "Sorry, guests without appointments do not exist here, and all my questions and answers are with him." Nothing to do."

"Batman is indeed the greatest detective in the world, and his greatness is that he has manners."

Ma Qi immediately raised his head suspiciously, as if a pair of fearless eyes were staring at him in every shadowy corner of the room, he retreated to the door in a panic, the muscles on his face trembling unconsciously.

"Yes, I have killed people. I am a serial killer. My identity and files have been sealed by the FBI. Batman, did you hear that?"

Schiller stood up again and raised his head to speak into the air. March stood by the door and said in a trembling tone: "You are crazy, he will not let any criminal go, he is watching here!"

"Yes, Batman, you have to trust my experience, now is the time for you to take action, because I have deduced who this lame coward is, he is..."

March took two steps back again, stumbled over the carpet, and Schiller's mouth shape enlarged in his field of vision. Although the sound hadn't come out yet, he seemed to have imagined the scene when the name landed.

The darkness brought by the bat cloak enveloped him, and the terrifying eyes like torches stared at him. March took a deep breath and muttered in a low voice: "No, no, I have a greater cause, I can't be caught live……"

So, he made a decision he thought was wise, which was to turn around and run away.

March rushed to the door, grabbed the handle, and pulled the door open forcefully.

In the next second, there was a "Zi La", a strong electric current from the doorknob penetrated his body, and this reckless guest collapsed in convulsions.

The last image in March's blurry vision was a pair of spotless black leather shoes stepping on the dark brown floor in front of him.

Looking up, the man in the suit and leather shoes was slender. When he looked down at him, he was calm, self-sustaining, decent and elegant, maintaining a meticulous beauty.

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