Chapter 2069: Knight's Horror Night (Forty-Six)

When Peter came to the hut on the island again, Schiller was making food for himself in the kitchen. As soon as he walked in, he found that the familiar Dr. Schiller was back.

So he immediately started wailing, throwing himself into the soft sofa like a ball of mud and said: "I got into trouble. I didn't mean to reveal Batman's identity, and I didn't stop the reporters. This was too difficult. ”

Schiller placed the vegetable salad he had just mixed in front of Peter, then walked over to get a kettle to make hot tea and said, "Don't worry too much, Peter, maybe things will resolve themselves."

Peter sat up like a corpse and stared closely at Schiller who was standing on the edge of the kitchen island. Schiller looked back at him. After about ten seconds, Schiller smiled and said, "Don't look at me like that. , I’m doing it for your own good.”

"Sure enough, it's you, doctor, I knew it! The whole house in Wayne Manor was razed to the ground, everything was burned, how come that picture is still so intact!"

Peter took the pillow next to him and pressed it against his face. He groaned twice and said, "Is this really good? Leaking the true identity may bring danger to the superheroes. Besides, they...they..."

"They are spreading some sexy rumors that once spread between you and Stark." Schiller put a cup of hot tea in front of Peter and said: "Peter, maybe you feel that this method is a bit outrageous. But I once told you that all my plans for today are backed by insurance. Do you think I only published the photos?”

Peter looked at Schiller's face with some confusion. Schiller sat on the sofa opposite, smiled and said, "What do you think is the biggest conflict between Batman and the rest of the Bat Family?"

"They are so bad at communicating." Peter complained: "I'm not slandering anyone, but the wear rate of the organ under their nose is so low that the wear rate of the organ in their skull is higher than others."

"A very polite description, Peter." Schiller nodded and said, "In short, because of their personalities, they are not good at communicating, but people who are close always need to understand each other, so they see each other in their own way, "Guess what they're going to do and react to it, but often it's not the right response."

"I think they should make changes." Peter emphasized: "And they should be immediate and complete changes, such as sitting down and talking. Is this really so difficult?"

"Peter, I think you are right, but maybe you missed something." Schiller first comforted Peter, and then said: "You would say to a patient with severe depression, 'Look around, you should do this. Change'?

Peter showed a hesitant expression and said: "I hope so in my heart, but as far as I know, severe depression has involved physical reactions, and it is not a problem that can be solved simply by thinking about it. Otherwise, there will be no problem in this world." There are no more depressed people.”

"That's right, so you should look at the Bat family as a whole. The various contradictions in this whole are just like the lesions that occur in a person's body."

"So what you have to do is not to treat a headache or a sore foot, nor to stand by and shout at him with a loudspeaker. You must cheer up, keep a clear head, and face the unhealthy relationship head-on."

"What to do?"

"Of course, find a doctor." Schiller said after taking a sip of tea: "The doctor does not have to have a high professional level, but he must be an absolutely impartial third party, or he only needs to be impartial and powerful."

"Oh, I understand." Peter suddenly realized and said: "If you have a headache because of unhealthy work and rest hours, then what you need is not a successful person to guide your future, you just need someone who has the ability to go to bed early and get up early. Habitual and healthy friends will help, encourage and supervise you to adjust your work and rest."

Schiller smiled and nodded. At this time, his cell phone rang. He picked up the phone and said: "Hey, Mr. Kent, no, there is no need to be sorry. This is human nature."

"I do have concerns. You know, everything involving Wayne Group must be cautious enough. I want to ensure my personal safety first. I hope you can understand."

"Yes, I have read your report on the sexual assault case in the orphanage in Metropolis in Gotham Daily. Believe me, that is the best outcome. If it were not like this, I would not Call you."

Schiller listened to Clark's account in silence for a while, and then said: "Sorry, I don't quite understand what you said about the polygraph monitoring equipment. I don't quite agree with this speculation because it sounds too Amazing.”

Schiller paused for a long time before saying: "Mr. Kent, I hope you understand that it is one thing to call you after an accident and hope that you can help possible victims, but let me do it myself. Go collect evidence..."

Peter heard what the voice on the other end of the phone said excitedly. Schiller listened carefully from beginning to end, and finally he said: "I can't deny that I do have a few friends who can help, but I really can't ensure..."

"Are you going to do something impulsive? I'm afraid I have to express to you that I don't support it. It's not a good choice to confront Bruce Wayne. You may be charged for slander or intentional harm..."

Schiller was silent for a long time, and then he said with some hesitation: "Yes, I am a psychologist, so I found out from the few facts disclosed by the media that they may not exist. Healthy relationship.”

"I admire your character, Mr. Kent. I will try my best, but I can't guarantee that I can find any substantial evidence. No need, sir, please be safe, goodbye."

Peter, who was opposite, had sat up completely, crossed his arms and squinted his eyes at Schiller, saying: "You put the photos, you led the reporters there, and now you seem to have found another person to cause trouble for Bruce Wayne. I really don't understand what you want to do, doctor."

"Don't talk like you have figured it out." Schiller blew the tea and said: "I am sure that after the two of us have caused so much trouble in his Gotham, Later, the first thing he did when he returned to Gotham was to give us an incredibly long loss quotation, and the price of all the items on it was exactly the same as your internship salary. "

"Uh..." Peter said with a guilty conscience: "It's not unreasonable. After all, we did..."

"Yes, what you did did damage a lot of things. My treatment of Jason is likely to have caused him psychological damage. The monetary compensation is not unacceptable."

Peter stared at Schiller opposite him with wide eyes, as if he didn't know him. How could such words come out of the doctor's mouth?

But Schiller's map of Yan State was too short, and soon he showed his sharp fangs. "But this doesn't mean that we can't create another job opportunity for ourselves before he comes back, and it is also an exclusive, unique, and irreplaceable position, and then earn back the salary he may have deducted from you and the compensation he should have paid to me at one time. "

Clark hung up the phone, laid Jason, who was knocked unconscious by him, flat on the sofa, and then found a blanket from the cabinet next to him to cover him.

What he didn't tell Jason was that not only was there a principle of not accepting the victim's testimony, but also that the court would not allow the victim to attend the trial when the situation was serious.

On the one hand, it was to prevent the victim's spirit from being stimulated again during the confrontation, and on the other hand, it was to prevent the kidnappers from manipulating the victim's spirit in court and making them speak up to defend him in order to deceive the jury's trust and affect judicial justice.

It sounds ridiculous, but in fact, this kind of thing happens often. Some victims even want to cancel the charges on the spot because they are manipulated or afraid, and even want to destroy the evidence in court.

Clark could clearly see Jason's intention to defend Batman, and he was very rational and believed that Batman could not simply abuse Jason. There was love and affection between them, and they had paid each other both materially and spiritually.

But this still could not cover up some of Batman's actual abuse, and what he wanted to solve was the injustice of these actual behaviors, so he had to find Bruce Wayne now.

Clark had already locked Bruce's location, but in the process of placing Jason, he found that Bruce seemed to want to leave the hotel, and he knew that the opportunity to take action had come.

Without any hesitation, a strong figure flew out of the window of the hotel reception room, and flew down more than ten floors at the fastest speed, stopping in front of a window.

Bruce, who came out of the utility room, stroked the fingerprint, iris and vocal cord information of the FBI director that he had just obtained, and walked quickly towards the stairwell.

The hurried footsteps echoed in the corridor, and Bruce suddenly felt that the light in the corridor became dim, and the faint moonlight from the window at the end was blocked by a tall figure.

Bruce's hand instantly pressed on the batarang.

Clark landed, and Bruce saw the flashing light in his eyes. When he landed, the moonlight covered him with armor.

"Superman." Bruce's low voice echoed in the corridor, which was the voice of Batman, "Long time no see."

"It's been a long time since I last saw you, Bruce, how are you recently?"

There was no greeting at all, but it was more like a pistol loaded. Batman had never heard Superman speak in this tone.

"You've read the reports about the Bat Family." When Batman is Batman, his statements about facts are like scolding and commanding.

"Of course, that's why I'm here."

Superman has a seriousness that Batman can't understand. They haven't dealt with each other much, but Batman knows that usually, Superman will answer him "Yes, I have, Bruce, I told you a long time ago that not every media journalist insists on facts and justice like me, maybe I can't do it completely, but I'm much better than them."

Batman found that he hoped Superman would answer like this, which was not in line with common sense. He should hope that Superman would not appear here.

"Can we chat?" Superman took off his glasses, making his twinkling eyes more eye-catching.

"I don't have time now."

This is not an excuse, but a fact. Batman needs to welcome the landing of the bat fighter he just took off remotely. There is a bat computer on it, and he needs to use the biometric code collected from the FBI director to enter the FBI database.

This is an extremely bold and dangerous move, but there is no other way now. He needs evidence against everyone who knows about this, and he also needs a scapegoat who has reason to get such evidence.

"We need to talk." Superman looked at him and said.

"I don't have time, Clark." Batman's temperament revealed a murderous aura, and this was indeed his most murderous moment.

He knew what kind of stories Clark's colleagues were making up now. In less than three hours, they would broadcast their shameless rumors all over the world.

Dick, Jason and Barbara's clear frontal photos would be posted on the front page, and below would be a long string of obscene words. Public opinion would not give them any chance to explain, and then put the blame on the Wayne Group.

He had to reverse the situation before dawn, and no one could stop him.

At the moment when three bat darts brushed the hair on the side of Superman's ear, the light of the heat ray lit up the night sky.