The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 2564: Xiao Xiao Down (Forty-eight)

The gift that Valentine brought was also very special, it was a pig doll. Of course, it was not as scary as the pig head mask he often wore, but rather quite cute.

Schiller touched the surface of the piggy doll and said, "Is this human skin?"

"Yes, there is a blind fellow..."

When Valentine said this, Schiller saw a familiar color on the pig's hind hoof. He took a closer look and found that it should be part of someone's back muscle skin.

"Let me guess, a Mexican."

"How do you know?" Valentine asked in surprise, but it was not surprising, as that group of people always liked to stir up trouble.

Jonathan didn't say anything. Obviously, even though the city was located on the East Coast, the Mexican immigrants brought a lot of public security chaos. Although the proportion of people of color in Gotham was not high, it had a significant impact on the public security of the lower classes, just like other cities.

Looking at Schiller's expression, Valentine narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "It seems that this guy is indeed not simple."

"He's hanging around your house?"

"He's not nearby. He's from the community next door to mine. He robbed a supermarket before, so I couldn't buy breakfast ingredients. He also dug up cables and caused a power outage in my house. So I killed him."

"Do you know him?" Jonathan asked, looking at Schiller's expression.

"Two people died in our community," Schiller said. "They had the same tattoos as them. I've seen tattoos like this before. They were from the Confession Cartel, a transnational drug trafficking organization in the United States and Mexico."

The atmosphere in the room immediately became serious, and Valentine's fingers groped the back of the bat doll.

"Don't you think this is a bit of a coincidence?" Schiller said, "Someone wanted to frame us for murder, and the people who died were all members of this drug trafficking organization. This is their usual trick."

"What do you mean?"

"Frame-up and social death is only the first step. At this time, you have no choice but to cooperate with them due to the pressure of survival. But once the storm of the murder case is over, your pressure will not be so great. Of course, you can't listen to them forever."

"You may even want them to pay the price, a bloody price for their previous reckless and stupid actions."

Jonathan and Valentine looked at each other, and Jonathan propped his head up with one hand and said, "You said you didn't have the ability to read minds."

"We both did plan to do so, and this is one of the reasons why we accepted their invitation." Valentine smiled and said, "If you want to have our wisdom, you must be prepared to endure our madness. They must be prepared."

"They're not stupid," Schiller said. "If murder doesn't bring enough pressure for long, try another way."

"for example?"

"A powerful organization that has made enemies with you harasses and hunts you down every day, completely destroying your life in ordinary society, expelling you from society and making you serve them only."

"I don't see how they are so powerful." Valentine finished sewing the last stitch and said, "If they screamed more miserably before dying, does that mean they are more powerful?"

"But you lost a breakfast and the power went out."

Both of them remained silent. They knew they were not afraid of the drug dealers coming to find them. It was just a matter of whether there was enough space in the refrigerator.

But if they use such despicable means to harass us repeatedly, no one can stand it. We can't just skip work, stop making money, and just watch them kill us every day, right?
This group of ambitious perverted killers hate similar acts of slaughter. They don't even like to kill those who come to their doorstep, let alone chase after them.

They can also imagine that it is regrettable now and the cartel has not reacted yet. If they did react, their revenge would definitely not be limited to robbery or power outage. Anyway, human lives over there are worthless, and if they send dozens of killers here, they can forget about having a peaceful life.

As for abandoning everything and going to their hometown to kill them, the thing to say is that the Confession Cartel is the underworld, and the one who is recruiting them now is the boss of the white world.

If you confess that the cartel kills someone, they turn a blind eye, but if you kill someone, they will hit you hard, as long as they are hypocritical to the extreme, they are invincible.

It's not that these lunatics are fearless, otherwise they wouldn't play games with Batman and would go straight to Bruce Wayne. As the saying goes, human power is limited and the arm cannot twist the thigh.

When order was not restored in Gotham, they still had some home advantage. But now that Gotham is almost becoming a civilized city, they have to do it secretly even if they want to kill someone, let alone fight against law enforcement agencies in a high-profile manner.

All we can say is that no matter how smart or crazy they are, they are ultimately marginalized figures in society. Without organization, they cannot amount to anything, and scattered soldiers will be defeated one by one.

"I see." Jonathan narrowed his eyes and said, "Do you think we should go? To be honest, it's not that we don't have a way to deal with them, but..."

"But you can't bear to give up your current life." Schiller smiled and said, "It feels good to be covered in human skin, right?"

Jonathan rolled his eyes again, but said nothing.

Schiller walked back to the sofa and sat down. He tilted his head, picked up the water cup, took a sip of water and said, "I guess some of your colleagues, or most of your colleagues, are angry about you being framed and driven away. They want to help you get revenge without you even asking."

"It can't be called most, but some." Jonathan was still stubborn, obviously wanting to win the championship.

"It's mainly Zatanna." Jonathan also seemed a little troubled. He said, "Do you remember how many days I taught this girl?"

"You can be considered her mentor, even though she eventually saw through your scheme."

"This is the most troublesome part. In order to gain her trust, I did teach her some things. So even though she felt that my motives were not pure, she still acknowledged that I was her teacher."

"Did she find out that you were framed?"

"I told you, this is an incredibly botched case. They just threw an arm into my freezer."

Schiller couldn't hold back his laughter and glanced back at his refrigerator.

Jonathan was stunned and said, "They didn't do the same to you, did they?"

Schiller covered his mouth with the cup but nodded.

Jonathan laughed crazily and said, "I thought you, a damn serial killer, would get special treatment. It seems that in their eyes, you are no different from us. Hahahahaha!"

"Let's get down to business."

Jonathan coughed twice and said, "Although I did put some things in the refrigerator of the new house that shouldn't be there, I hid it very well. They just put their arms in the freezer, on top of my frozen vegetables and chicken. Anyone with a brain would know that it was wrong."

"I didn't realize you thought so highly of Zatanna."

"This is now. I didn't admit that the thing in her head was called a brain before. She has indeed grown a lot." Jonathan recalled the situation that day and said, "Our place is a new community. People have been moving recently. I don't know what that stupid girl was thinking. She actually chose to use her magic to do the moving job..."

"Then you don't know how much money this job makes."

Jonathan snorted, obviously not taking it to heart. He said, "I happened to be out shopping when I ran into her. Zatanna looked very happy. She knew I didn't want to talk to her, but she still stopped me."

"I was just one step slower, and the police stopped me and said someone saw me kill someone, and they wanted to search my house. I knew what was going to happen at that time."

"But we didn't expect that because of the evil deeds of those policemen, Zatanna insisted that they enforce the law violently and take the crocodile with us."

"The police couldn't stop her, and I couldn't either, so we went to our house together, and sure enough, we found the arm. Another police officer said there was eyewitness testimony, so they wanted to take me away."

"Who knew that this girl had a brain for some reason? She said, I'm a chemist. If I kill someone and dismember the body, I can just use chemicals to dissolve the body. Why would I go through so much trouble to physically dismember the body and put one arm in the freezer?"

"Also, the state of the soul remaining in this body doesn't match the time of the crime they said. I don't quite understand it."

"She got into an argument with the police, but the police couldn't win the argument, so they took us all to the police station, where we met Clay."

"The result was that the girl made a scene in the police station, but she was ultimately powerless. The damn guy threatened to shut down their moving company. I couldn't stand their quarreling, so I drove them away."

Jonathan shrugged and said, "Zatanna was almost pissed off. Before she left, she said she would find evidence."

“It’s amazing,” Schiller said. “She actually realized the key to the case.”

"Who says it's not? It seems that after staying in Gotham for too long, everyone becomes a serial killer." Jonathan sighed.

"So you're still a little touched, right?"

Jonathan obviously suppressed the upward curve of his mouth, cleared his throat and said, "To be honest, the man sent by Clay to tamper with my project was indeed dissolved by me using chemicals. When I think of that stupid girl's righteous rebuttal, as if I were really a victim, I want to laugh out loud."

"The interviewers also wanted to stop the police," Valentine said. "There were quite a few respected medical professors who said they wanted to go with the police to see the dismemberment scene."

"As a result, they found that the state of the body was completely inconsistent with the police's description of the crime process and the time of the crime, and I clearly had a sufficient alibi at that time."

"I told the police that if it were me, I wouldn't have dismembered the body so roughly, so I demonstrated to them how I would dismember the body finely enough, and the professors even applauded me."

"The oldest of them, Professor Hollis, said he would call the state legislature. He couldn't sit idly by and watch these violent police officers use a flawed excuse to pin a murder case on such a talented person."

"But if they went to my house and looked in my fridge, they would see more than one arm in there."

Jonathan looked Schiller up and down and said, "Your skin is the most perfect among us. I don't believe you won't teach them a lesson."

Schiller leaned back and gave a reserved smile, but Jonathan and Valentine saw, as expected, the cruelty and indifference in his eyes that shone through the only tiny crack in this perfect human skin.