The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 2549: Xiao Xiao Down (Thirty-three)

Unfortunately, the Joker miscalculated.

Schiller's human skin was even more perfect than he had imagined. He actually began to care about the bank robbery and the possible impact on housing prices in the surrounding communities like an ordinary vulgar person.

The Joker came to find Schiller today because he knew that even if Schiller knew what he was going to do, he would not stop him, because Schiller really didn't care how many people would die.

As long as the Joker informed Schiller in advance and he did not stop it, when a series of chain reactions came back to haunt Schiller, he would only have himself to blame.

After all, they told you in advance. If you had stopped them, wouldn't there have been so many problems?
The Joker also often uses this trick against Batman. It is clearly him who did the evil, but Batman knew it in advance, but did not stop him for various personal interests or personal feelings. Batman will then doubt himself.

The Joker knows very well how to shake a person, because he knows what everyone wants most. Schiller is not adapting to his current life and he feels very anxious, so the Joker will give him an automatic pass. Schiller has no morals anyway, and all problems can be solved without sacrificing anything. Who would not choose it?
As a result, Shiller chose "or" in the "yes or no" situation. He would not stop the bank robbery out of moral considerations, but would consider housing prices.

This made the Joker sick to his stomach.

He could understand a hero stopping him for his naive idealism, he could understand a policeman stopping him for the sake of his duty, but he absolutely could not stand an ordinary person stopping him for money.

Because if that were the case, the scene would become very funny.

He can have a conversation with a hero about justice and evil, he can have a conversation with a policeman about responsibility and escape, but he can't have a conversation with an ordinary person about the terms of a home purchase contract, the rise and fall of the housing price index, and the stability of the housing market. That would be too much like financial news.

What's more, in such a situation, the clown may not understand the real estate market better than an ordinary person. Then the ordinary person will become like a financial expert, and the clown will be like the ordinary person or host sitting in the studio and making small talk.

What’s even scarier is that the off-stage guest for the live link-up segment has to be fucking Bruce Wayne.

He couldn't think about it any further. The thought of talking about the real estate market and stocks with Bruce Wayne gave the Joker goosebumps.

Still unable to find Schiller's flaw, the Joker held his breath in his chest, but he was never a person who would swallow his anger in silence. He needed to vent, tonight.

If he couldn't teach Schiller a lesson in this way, it would ruin his housewarming party. He knew too well how timid and cowardly these lambs were. All it took was a brutal enough murder to let them know that a terrifying serial killer was wandering around, and they would be so scared that they wouldn't dare go out for half a month.

A figure walked past the alley.

The Joker followed.

He didn't care at all whether the other party would discover him or not, because the other party didn't have the ability to get rid of him anyway.

With the help of the dim light from the street lamp, the clown could see clearly that the person walking in front of him was a slightly thin bald man. His steps were steady, but his walking posture was a little tired, and it seemed that he had just got off work.

He looks like a faculty member working in a school, but most faculty members are not so busy, so he should be a principal or something like that, possibly a principal of one of the nearby primary and secondary schools, or of course a university.

It would be great if he was the president of Gotham University, the Joker thought aimlessly. He would hang the body in the school and scare those little kids so much that they wouldn't dare to attend classes for a few days. Schiller's expression would definitely be very interesting then.

He followed the man from a distance and came to the front of the house with him. The man reached out to unlock the door. The clown stood still in the distance, always keeping a precise aiming distance of the pistol, looming in the shadows.

He did this to put pressure on the other party. He knew that people would make more mistakes when they are afraid, would panic, would collapse, and would scream, but they would never take any effective self-defense actions.

The clown loves to see his prey collapse, he just loves chaos, and the night is long anyway, so he has plenty of time to have fun with this guy.

The doorbell of Schiller's house rang.

At this time, Schiller, who had just returned from outside, had just changed into his pajamas and was ready to go to bed. He pushed open the bedroom door, but saw the raven running up the stairs.

When Raven saw her panic expression, Schiller immediately realized that she was hiding something. Just as Raven was about to open her mouth to speak, Schiller made a gesture to her to keep quiet.

Schiller walked down the stairs slowly and looked out through the peephole, only to see a pale, panicked figure appear outside the door.

That's the postman.

Schiller opened the door, and the postman leaned against the door weakly and said, "Sir, someone attacked me. He touched my messenger bag, which was full of your letters. This may put you in danger."

Schiller's mind raced, and he immediately knew who did it. This must be the Joker's backup plan, probably to frame the bank robbery on himself.

The method is very simple. I just need to kill everyone on my mailing list. Even if the police cannot find enough evidence, they will definitely suspect me. Once Gordon knows about this, then I will be the one to blame.

Schiller opened the door and let the postman in. In his hand was a crumpled bag, which was the messenger bag he used to pick up parcels in the community during the day.

Schiller turned on all the lights in the house, gave Raven a look that said "we'll talk about your business later", and then said to Raven: "I remember there is a medical kit in the bathroom upstairs, go and look for it."

Raven glanced at Schiller and still felt a little uneasy, but finally followed Schiller's instructions and went upstairs. She heard a murmur of conversation coming from downstairs, and it sounded like the postman was telling his experience.

While Raven was looking for a medical kit, he overheard something and heard something. Anyway, the postman was caught and knocked unconscious in an alley while delivering mail. The other party attacked him from behind, so his face was not seen at all.

When the postman woke up, he thought he had been robbed, but it turned out that nothing was missing. He found that he didn't have enough time to deliver the letter, so he decided to deliver it quickly.

The package contained basically all Schiller's letters. The postman was already a little flustered and in a hurry, so he hurriedly delivered the letters door to door. When most of the letters were delivered, the postman found the letters at the bottom and discovered that they had been tampered with.

Only then did he realize that the other party might be targeting Schiller's letter, but the letter had already been delivered to someone else's mailbox, and he had no way of opening the mailbox and taking it out.

This was a serious mistake in his work, because he failed to protect the letters, and did not notice the leak of the letters at the first time, and still sent the leaked letters to other people.

If someone had put some explosives or dangerous goods in these letters, he would be doomed. Even if not, if his private letters were touched or taken away by others, he would lose his job.

"I didn't dare to come to you at the first time." The postman said tremblingly: "If you report me, I will lose this job. This is my only job. Without it, I will not be able to support my family."

"After the post office received the letter, they would take it back and record it. I went back and found the record. I compared it with my memory and I felt that it should not be lost. I thought it was not a big deal at the time."

"But soon, I suddenly remembered that I hadn't delivered to the house at the end of the street, because I usually went around the street and then delivered to their house separately. That day, I went back after delivering to the main road and completely forgot about that house."

"And there is no letter from that house in my bag. Have you sent them a letter?" the postman asked hopefully.

Schiller remembered that the house he had driven past before had Shivana's name on the doorplate. Schiller had written a letter to Shivana, which meant that the letter Schiller sent to Shivana might have been lost, or more likely taken away by the clown.

The reason is probably very simple. When Schiller was sending letters, he found that most of the neighbors in the community had common surnames, such as Johnson, Wilson, etc. Only the surname Shivana was special.

If the Joker wanted to frame someone, he would have taken the letter.

Schiller wanted to tell the postman that the letter was not sent so that he would feel relieved that no letter was lost, because the postman could not be a match for the Joker, and the reason for the loss of the letter was not his. Besides, Sivana had bad intentions in the first place, so he could just be allergic.

Schiller was about to speak when his eyes fell on the messenger bag that the postman was holding tightly.

If he just remembered that the letter was lost this afternoon, he should have come by and confessed on his way home from get off work. If he had not made up his mind and had not dared to come until now, why did he specially bring a messenger bag for work hours?
Raven upstairs finally found the medical kit. The moment she picked up the small box and walked out of the bathroom, she heard a "bang" sound coming from downstairs.

She stopped, held her breath, and carefully walked through the corridor on the second floor, walked to the stairs and looked down.

The postman fell to the ground, blood oozing from his head. Standing next to him, Schiller held the bloody statue in his hand.

The moment he looked up at the raven, the raven shuddered.

"Don't take the medical kit, miss, go get a knife from the kitchen."

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