The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 626 Morbid Crisis (End)
When Bruce rushed into the room, Schiller had disappeared. This time, the darkness was so long that Bruce, who didn't have night vision goggles, didn't even see how Schiller left.

There is more than one door in this office, and such a long dark time is enough for Schiller to leave through any other door. Bruce knew this, so he didn't chase after him in a panic, but started to check the situation in the room.

In the darkness, Bruce took a miniature flashlight and began to check the situation at the scene, but in fact there was nothing to investigate here. Bruce had already seen everything from the window, and the only thing of value here was the chair. The corpse, and the bloodstains all over the ground.

There is too much blood here, and the strong smell of blood made Bruce feel a little dizzy. At this moment, he suddenly discovered that there was a string of footprints made of blood on the ground.

He walked over to have a look, and found that it should be the footprints left by men's leather shoes, which exactly matched Schiller's size.

But Bruce felt that this was a trap, because he knew that Schiller had special abilities far beyond ordinary people, and he didn't have to walk to leave, so how could he leave footprints?

Perhaps, this is another way for him to guide his sight, but Bruce can only follow this clue, because besides the righteous heart of pursuing the truth and bringing the murderer to justice, Bruce has another impulse.

He witnessed Schiller's criminal process with his own eyes, which was not the same as before. He knew what Schiller might have done, but because of Schiller's overly concealed means and skill of using force, he couldn't trace the situation at all.

He had seen with his own eyes exactly how Schiller killed a man, and he took the life of another with a cruel method.

In other words, Schiller no longer has any excuses to justify the crimes he committed.

Following the footprints, Bruce chased them all the way. He saw the row of bloody footprints going up the stairs until they reached the top floor of the psychiatric hospital. The more he went up, the more confused Bruce felt, because he was next to the bloody footprints. More blood was also seen.

It doesn't look like there are drip marks stuck to the clothes when killing people, because the amount of bleeding is really too large, it seems that Schiller has been bleeding.

This made Bruce feel absurd, how could Schiller bleed?He is all a cloud of fog, and who can make a cloud of fog bleed?

But when he chased to the top floor and opened the door at the end, he was sure that he did not have hallucinations. Schiller in front of him was pale and covered in blood.

He stood by the window sill, and when the moonlight shone on his dark suit, Bruce saw that most of the whole suit was dyed dark red, and the blood stains on it were not only clotted once, but a layer of blood. Press one layer.

At this time, Schiller's complexion was very pale, and his lips had lost any color. Due to excessive blood loss, he was already on the verge of coma.

However, there was no pain or vulnerability in his eyes, but a sickness that Bruce had never seen before, a hysterical emotion that he could not understand.

On his side, three chairs were placed neatly, and the three previous victims sat there upright. They faced Bruce, looked up at the top of the room.

Bruce didn't understand why they were in such a strange posture, the empty eyes seemed to be staring at something, but there seemed to be nothing.

"You're here." When Schiller's voice sounded, Bruce felt very strange, and he couldn't help himself to think that the person in front of him was not the professor he knew at all.

"I know, you've always thought that multiple personality disorder is just an excuse used by serial murderers to get off the hook." Schiller's voice was very soft, always floating on the surface, with a little tenderness, It's not ugly, but it's completely different from the original him.

"Do you still feel that way now?" Schiller asked.

"Who are you?" Bruce walked in and stood opposite Schiller, with only a few meters between them.

"Maybe he didn't tell you that the many personalities you have seen are not personalities..." Schiller's voice seemed a little weak, as if he hadn't always fallen into reality, he said: "Every personality They all represent a kind of trait, and the Schiller you were most familiar with once represented arrogance."

"The Schiller who was chosen by you was originally arrogant, but after he was chosen by you, he became crazy."

"And I..." Schiller looked at Bruce and said, "I represent the 'sickness' in the personality."

"Sick..." Bruce's tone became low, and he entered the state of Batman. He asked, "Why are you injured?"

"Why do you think I won't get hurt? Because have you ever seen something magical?" Schiller suddenly showed a disdainful smile, and he said, "Your eyes tell me that you have envied this kind of power before. But, it makes me sick."

Schiller slowly opened his arms, raised his voice, and said: "The most exciting part of the game is that the prey can also hurt you. There is danger at any time, and blood may be injured at any time. This is hunting. meaning."

"Put yourself in a completely safe situation and use crushing power to deal with the prey. That is not murder, but massacre."

"The greatest charm of intelligent creatures lies in their firm will, which allows them to resist even in desperate situations. The greatest charm of murdering intelligent creatures is that their resistance may cause me to bleed, get injured, or even die."

"I may pay the same price as them at any time. This is like a gamble. Only when no one knows whether to win or lose, at the moment of the announcement, can the strongest pleasure be obtained."

"If I knew in advance that I would definitely win, then this gamble would become the most boring game in the world. It's so boring that it makes people sick."

"So..." Schiller lowered his head, untied his tie, and took off his suit jacket, revealing a shirt that was completely dyed dark red. He reached out and threw the suit jacket aside, and said, "I gave up everything beyond The power of ordinary people, what you see..."

Schiller waved his hand, pointed at the corpses, and said, "...they are all my trophies. I have won every game here."

"You're crazy." Batman has nothing else to say, even in the face of the Joker, he can reiterate words such as public safety and justice, but in the face of such Schiller, Batman has nothing to say , he is crazy, crazy very thoroughly.

"No, I said it, I don't represent madness, because real madness does not require any pleasure to be stimulated, it represents complete chaos." Schiller shook his head and said, "But I, I represent morbidity, chasing A morbid state of thrill and pleasure..."

"Do you know how these injuries came from?" Schiller pointed his finger at his shoulder, where there was the deepest wound. From Batman's perspective, he could even see the bones under the scar.

Schiller tilted his head to the side, revealing the whole picture of the wound. It was actually three wounds, the middle one was the deepest, and the bone was already visible. He said, "Perhaps you have already guessed that this serial murder The subject of the case is the owl."

"These people sitting in front of you, they call themselves owls, but they don't have the courage to be real owls, so I offer them some help."

"Excellent eyesight, hearing, their favorite prey, and a head that can turn wildly, when I do all this, they are screaming, feeling pain and sadness, but since they don't want to be Owl, why did you give yourself such a name?"

"Of course, these duplicitous little birds also have some other weapons, which are the sharp claws they cultivated. This wound..." Schiller turned his head to look at his shoulder, and he even put his hand directly Stretching into the wound and touching his own bones, he said, "It's what their sharp claws left behind."

"I paid a lot of money to kill them. Just like an ordinary person, I design traps, avoid dealing with them, and use myself as bait. The final winner is still me."

Schiller took two steps forward, put his hand on the back of the first chair, and said: "Since you have come here, you must have the patience to listen to every story I tell, so let's start from here." Mr. President started..."

"You killed him, posed as a janitor, sneaked into the bank, and threw the body off the roof." Batman finished the whole story in a very terse language, and then he went on: "The rest The same goes for the few people below, pretending to be employees, sneaking in, killing them, and throwing the bodies from upstairs."

"It seems that you are a good detective." Schiller's voice became a little cold, and he said: "The life-and-death game between me and them, in your mouth, is just a simple sentence, every detective is like this, you will Skip the most aesthetic parts, and emphasize the law and justice that make no sense."

"You missed so many details that you didn't find out, how on earth did you get here, maybe, would you want to hear the story?" Schiller was patient, but it made Batman feel creepy.

"Before, I came to this mental hospital earlier than any of you."

"When I visit any place, I always like to look at the asylums there, to see if every one is as good as the one I live in, or better than it."

"But obviously, the Anderson Asylum is worse, because this is not a madhouse, it has been transformed into an experimental base. What you didn't notice is that the letter you saw has already been taken down once. "

"I entered Isabel's ward, learned the secret here, and heard the conversation of the person in charge. From him, I learned that they are all owls."

"The president of the bank, the boss of Palo Company, the boss of Snow Mountain Company, and the woman in charge of this laboratory are all members of the Owl Council. They are using various projects to support the experiments here. To raise funds."

"I wanted to bring you here, so I killed the first person, the president of the bank, and let you You know, this case has something to do with owls, and knowing that, you will definitely come here."

"When I was working on the first phase of the case, I left a lot of clues in the method, which made you notice the relationship between the bank president and the boss of Paluo Company, and then let you inquire about the bank, Paluo Company and Snow Mountain. transactions between companies."

"From this transaction, you will find out that Palo Corporation wants to transform this psychiatric hospital in the western suburbs, so you will definitely come here to investigate."

"Then, during my investigation, you arranged two power outages, deliberately guiding my sight, and let me track you down here." Batman looked into Schiller's eyes and said.

He has to admit that the setting of this series of interlocking clues is like an exquisite work of art.

"Batman, if I told you the truth in advance, would you still be here?" Schiller asked.

Batman was silent. Obviously, he was not satisfied with the answer in his heart, but Schiller seemed very satisfied. He said: "Every layer of clues gives you some truths, and all the truths form a complete puzzle. You In the process, there's an unmatched thrill, and that's your sickness, Batman."

"If you were really normal, you should have stopped when you found out that I was deliberately directing your gaze, but you didn't."

Batman took a step forward, looked Schiller in the eye and said, "I'll arrest you for the serial murder you committed."

"That's exactly what I mean." Schiller nodded, and he took two steps back, standing in front of the French window.

He took out a button and pressed it lightly, and the entire floor-to-ceiling window shattered with a sound. The glass shards were like bright crystals, and under the moonlight, it was like a rainstorm falling from the sky.

Schiller took another step back and stood in the night sky of the metropolis. The night wind kept blowing his hair and the hem of his clothes. Batman took a step forward and said, "No, this is the tenth floor, you can't... "

"You'd better take care of yourself first." Schiller looked past Batman and looked behind him. Batman hesitated, but turned back, and then he saw a huge black monster.

There was a sudden noise from behind the black monster. Batman heard the Russian language that seemed to be yelling and cursing loudly, and the dense stray bullets sounded, and Batman instinctively rolled to the side.

Under the flames of the heavy machine gun, after the black monster shattered, bullets that fell like fire from the sky all hit Schiller's body.

Batman saw that the small flames flickered on Schiller's blood-soaked body, and gradually merged with the lights of the metropolis.

In this way, Schiller raised his head and looked upwards, just like those corpses tied to chairs, staring at nothingness, and then fell from the window with open arms hugging something.

Both Constantine and Keira rushed to the window, only Angela froze in place, she stared blankly at the falling figure, and after a few seconds, shouted:
"Schiller...Schiller!!!!!!"

　I break
　
(End of this chapter)