Chapter 469 The Three of Us (Part 1)

After Schiller found the safe left by his former self in the basement of Metropolitan Manor, he got the "Philby List" that everyone was looking for from it, as well as a medal from the Soviet Union, which proved that the original Schiller might have had a relationship with the Soviet Union.

Now, Schiller's former classmate Brand admitted that Schiller was indeed a Marxist. He had not only been to East Berlin, but also lived in Moscow, joined the KGB, and even betrayed the KGB in the end.

According to Brand, Schiller came to Gotham to seek refuge, in fact, to avoid the KGB.

This makes sense in theory. Through clues, Schiller discovered that the original Schiller was not a simple person. Ordinary opponents were not enough to make him come to this sinful city to hide, but if it was the KGB, even the current Schiller had to be treated with caution.

Many people may not know how powerful this organization is, because after the collapse of the Soviet Union, the Russian Federal Security Service, which was transformed from the KGB, was not well-known, but during the Soviet period, the KGB was undoubtedly the world's number one spy organization.

Because of ideology, the Soviet Union has been hostile to the whole world, and the KGB has also been hostile to spy organizations around the world. In the years when the Soviet Union still existed, this spy organization was always in an unfavorable situation of more than one, but the final result was that all spy organizations in other countries united to barely block its offensive.

Of course, because it is now 1988, the contradictions within the Soviet Union are very serious, and the economic situation is not as good as before, so the KGB is no longer glorious, but there is no doubt that it is still the best spy organization in the world, no one else.

If the original Schiller had provoked such a force, it would be normal for him to choose to seek refuge in Gotham.

But there is still a doubt. Before, Schiller had encountered a group of people who came to trouble him from Metropolis in Gotham. This group of people was not very professional and did not pose any threat. Schiller guessed that this might be a test by the KGB.

As the most powerful spy organization in the world, they couldn't be unaware of the special features of Gotham. They didn't foolishly insert agents directly like the CIA, but chose to encourage some forces in Metropolis to come in and explore the way, which makes sense.

The only problem is that the killer who came later was not a KGB agent, but Deathstroke.

Schiller didn't think that the KGB would hire a free mercenary to kill him, especially when Schiller probably had some intelligence, but Deathstroke went all out, obviously wanting to kill him, which didn't seem like an action the KGB would take.

To know the answer to this question, Deathstroke had to reveal the identity of the employer who hired him at the beginning, but this experienced mercenary was not easy to deal with, and more importantly, he was elusive and his whereabouts were uncertain. If you want to contact him, it all depends on luck, and Schiller doesn't have time to look for him all over the world.

In addition to looking for clues outside, Schiller has another way to choose, which is to investigate his own memory inside.

Schiller searched the archives of the Mind Hall for a long time, but he was very sure that he did not find any memories of the original Schiller about spy work. He did have memories of growing up, studying, graduating, working, and participating in those bizarre cases, but they were not very clear.

Schiller was not sure whether this was caused by his time travel or there was another hidden story.

There were not enough clues about this matter, so it was impossible to make an accurate judgment, but because it was not a very important matter, Schiller was not in a hurry to investigate.

Even if we take a step back, the current Soviet Union is almost unsalvageable. In three years at most, this country will disappear. No matter how big the grudges between Schiller and the KGB are, everything will disappear in three years.

In the office of Arkham Psychiatric Hospital, Schiller slowly told Brand what happened in the metropolis this time.

"...That's probably what happened. It's actually quite dramatic, isn't it?"

Brand rolled his eyes slightly and said, "Only you would describe this dangerous incident of power struggles and frequent murders as a drama..."

Brand flipped open his medical record and said, "I can prescribe you some anti-anxiety drugs. You need to go back and adjust your schedule and relax. I don't think I need to tell you the rest of the medical advice..."

"By the way, Hugo Strange, who took over my job, has become a patient. Who is the attending physician at Arkham Hospital now?"

"Don't mention it." Brand sighed deeply and said, "Hugo has been in the hospital since he was admitted. After that, I went to the mayor and Bruce Wayne, hoping that they could hire another attending physician for this hospital. "

"After you came here, you had no contact with your former teachers and classmates. If you hadn't been publishing papers, they would have thought you died in Gotham."

"Hugo is even more exaggerated. He has been here for less than a week, and he has changed from a doctor to a patient, and he has completely cut off contact with his original social circle."

"Not to mention me, in order to get rid of those troubles, I rarely contact the outside world."

"You are the most famous among the three of us, but Hugo and I are not bad either. Three famous psychiatrists have all died in Arkham Psychiatric Hospital. Who do you think dares to come?"

Schiller supported his chin with his fingers and said, "As long as the money is enough, there should be a few people who dare to risk their lives, right?"

Brand sneered twice and said, "Haven't you noticed yet? Gotham, this ghost place, is not normal at all. Ordinary people with normal minds may become a little confused when they come here, and madmen who are already mentally disturbed will come here. You can only be a patient here.”

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"Do you think people who dare to come to Gotham to risk their lives are normal people?"

"It will take me a week to sort out all the work and then hand it over to the new attending doctor. But how long can he stay in this position? Three days? One week?"

"More importantly, thanks to your infinitely wise management plan, we no longer have any extra wards for crazy attending doctors. If another crazy doctor comes, I'm afraid he will have to live in the bathroom. "

"So, Hugo is pretty lucky?"

"Yeah, at least he got the last fixed ward. Otherwise, I really have to put him in a bathroom stall."

Schiller curled his lips, stood up, straightened his clothes, and then said to Brand: "I think you can go talk to the mayor. The work of the acting chief physician should give you a salary increase, right?"

Brand did not raise his head, just raised his eyelids, rolled his eyes, looked at Schiller and said: "When Victor called me before, I didn't think there was anything worth being nervous about. Now it seems that you My condition has worsened again, please take medicine quickly!”

Schiller shrugged, exchanged some taunts with Brand, and was about to turn around and leave. Just as he turned around, Brand stopped him again and said:

"Oh, by the way, there's something I forgot to tell you. Yesterday, I received a strange phone call. The person on the other side somehow made the receiver of my phone fly up."

"He said he was your friend and wanted a fixed bed..."

Schiller turned back and asked Brand: "Don't tell me, that man's name is Constantine?"

"That's the name. He spoke with a strong British accent, and he was drunk. He didn't explain his condition and symptoms clearly. What's wrong with him?"

"If he calls again, scold him and hang up."

As soon as Schiller said this, a crisp phone ringing came from the desk, and both Schiller and Brand's eyes fell on the phone.

Brand shook his head and motioned Schiller to answer the phone. Schiller hesitated when he walked to the phone. He picked up a tissue from the side and wrapped the phone receiver, then picked up the phone receiver and put it to his ear. side.

"Hello?"

"Hello? Dr. Brand? It's me, I'm the Constantine who called yesterday, um... can I go to your place for treatment now? I'm a little..."

"Constantine, listen, if you want to buy medicine, go to the drugstore on the East Side Pier. There are no discounts here. If you want to find a lover, go to the red light district. There is nothing you are looking for here..."

"Uh, Schiller? What's that about you? Are you back to work again?"

Constantine suddenly woke up, and Schiller heard a commotion on his side, and there seemed to be gunshots. He heard Constantine talking to himself over there:

"Damn, here we come again...wait, why is this magic circle drawn wrong? Did I drink too much?"

"Oh, wait, wait!...Batman! Don't do anything, I didn't do anything, I just rested here for a while! I didn't break the law, you can't..."

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Bang! Boom - swish... swish..."

Several more violent sounds came from the other end of the phone, and with the sound of Constantine sucking in air, it finally became quiet.

Constantine gasped and said: "Fortunately, I ran fast, that damn madman..."

"What's wrong with you? I'll just hang up if nothing happens."

"No! No! Schiller, for the sake of us being friends, help me! I've had enough of this damn tights freak!"

Before Schiller could ask, Constantine began to vomit bitterly:

"That guy named Batman is simply a lunatic. He has been following me from the beginning, like a voyeuristic pervert. Even if I go to bars and red light districts to have fun, he will follow me!"

"He has become more and more aggressive recently. He even started to restrict my personal freedom, beat me, and kidnap me. God, he must want to kill me!"

"Constantine...you know?" Schiller interrupted him, and he first said in a low tone: "Actually, I have always felt that Batman is not very interested in upholding justice and fighting crime in Gotham. It's a bit too paranoid, and the method adopted is also very inefficient..."

Just when Constantine was about to agree, Schiller suddenly changed into an admiring tone and said:

"But I have to say, what he did recently is really worthy of being called a Gotham hero. If he can beat you to death, I will erect a monument for him in the center of the center carousel."

"Don't be like this, Schiller, let me go and hide for two days. It's really just two days. Once the two days are up, I promise not to disturb you anymore..."

To Constantine's surprise, Schiller did not refuse immediately, but asked: "What on earth did you do to piss off Batman?"

"I don't...well, you know, I'm a very religious person, so I go to church on the Sabbath..."

"Then other believers should really thank you. God found Constantine worshiping and left heaven carrying the cross overnight."

Constantine snorted and said, "Don't joke, I'm serious. When I went to the church to pray, I happened to find something strange underground. In order to ensure the safety of all the believers, I must investigate..."

"How much did you take?"

"Just a small bottle, do you think Batman... No, I didn't take it, uh... I mean, I don't know what you are talking about..."

Schiller laughed, and Constantine laughed along on the other end of the phone, and then he heard Schiller say viciously:

"There is no way, there is no way to save, wait for death."