Chapter 623: Morbid Crisis (End)

When Bruce rushed into the room, Schiller had already disappeared. The darkness this time was so long that Bruce, without night vision goggles, could not see how Schiller left.

There was more than one door to this office, and such a long period of darkness was enough for Schiller to leave through any other door. Bruce knew this, so he did not chase after him in a panic, but began 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 valuable thing here was the chair. The body and the blood on the ground.

There was too much blood here, and the strong smell of blood made Bruce feel dizzy. Just then, he suddenly discovered a series of footprints made of blood on the ground.

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

But Bruce felt that this was a trap, because he knew that Schiller had special abilities far beyond ordinary people. If he wanted to leave, he didn't have to walk at all, 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 in addition to 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. This was not like before. He knew clearly what Schiller might have done, but was completely unable to trace it because of Schiller's overly covert methods and leverage skills.

He saw with his own eyes how Schiller killed a person. He used a cruel method to deprive others of their lives.

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

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

It didn't look like there were traces of dripping on the clothes during the murder, because the amount of bleeding was really too much. It seemed that Schiller had been bleeding.

This made Bruce feel ridiculous. How could Schiller bleed? He is completely a fog. Who can make a fog bleed?

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

He stood by the window sill. When the moonlight shone on his dark suit, Bruce saw that most of the suit was dyed dark red, and the blood stains on it even condensed not just once, but in one layer. Press one layer.

At this time, Schiller's face was very pale, and his lips had no color at all. He was on the verge of coma due to excessive blood loss.

However, there was no pain or vulnerability in his eyes, but a kind of morbidity that Bruce had never seen before. It was a hysterical emotion that he couldn't understand.

Beside him, three chairs were arranged neatly. The three previous victims were sitting there upright. They faced Bruce, looking up at the top of the room.

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

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

"I know that you have always felt that multiple personality disorder is just an excuse used by serial murderers to get away with their crimes." Schiller's voice seemed very soft, always seeming to be on the surface, with a little tenderness. It's not unpleasant, but it's completely different from who he was originally.

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

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

"Perhaps he didn't tell you that the many personalities you have seen cannot be regarded as personalities..." Schiller's voice seemed a little weak, and it seemed that he always failed to put it into practice. He said: "Every personality They all represent a trait, and the Schiller you were most familiar with represents 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 personality."

"Sick..." Bruce's tone began to become lower, and he entered the state of Batman. He asked: "Why are you hurt?"

"Why do you think I won't be hurt? Because have you ever seen something magical?" Schiller suddenly showed a disdainful smile and said, "Your eyes tell me that you have envied this kind of power. 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 hurt you. There is danger at any time, and you may bleed and get hurt at any time. This is hunting." meaning.”

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

"The greatest charm of intelligent creatures is that their firm will allows them to resist even when they are in desperate situations, and the greatest charm of murdering intelligent creatures is that their resistance may cause me to bleed and 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 the winner or loser, can you get the strongest pleasure at the moment of revealing the result."

"If I knew in advance that I would definitely win, then this gamble would become the most boring game in the world, boring and disgusting."

"So..." Schiller lowered his head and unbuttoned his collar He took off his suit jacket, revealing a shirt that was completely dyed dark red. He reached out and threw the suit jacket aside, then said: "I have given up all my extraordinary powers. What you see is..." Schiller waved his hand, pointed to the corpses, and said: "...They are all my trophies. I have won every bet here." "You are crazy." Batman has nothing else to say. Even when facing the Joker, he can still reiterate words such as public safety and justice, but facing such Schiller, Batman has nothing to say. He is crazy, very crazy. "No, I said, I don't represent madness, because real madness does not need any pleasure to stimulate, and represents complete chaos." Schiller shook his head and said: "But I, I represent morbidity, the morbidity of chasing excitement and pleasure..." "Do you know where these injuries come from?" Schiller pointed to 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 full picture of the wound. There were actually three scars, and the middle one was the deepest, deep enough to see the bone. He said, "Perhaps you have guessed that the theme of this serial murder case is owls."

"The people sitting in front of you call themselves owls, but they don't have the courage to become real owls, so I provided them with some help."

"Superb vision and hearing, their favorite prey, and the head that can turn greatly. When I did all this, they kept screaming, feeling pain and sadness, but since they didn't want to be owls, why did they give themselves such a name?"

"Of course, this group of duplicitous birds have some other weapons, that is, the sharp claws they cultivated. This wound..." Schiller turned his head and looked at his shoulder. He even reached into the wound and touched his bones. He said, "It was left by their sharp claws."

"Sword Comes"

"I paid a lot of price to kill them, just like an ordinary person, designing traps and avoiding After maneuvering and using myself as bait, I am still the final winner. "

Schiller took two steps forward and put his hand on the back of the first chair. He said, "Since you have come here, you must have the patience to listen to every story I tell. So, let's start with this bank president..."

"You killed him, disguised as a cleaner, sneaked into the bank, and then threw the body off the roof." Batman told the whole story in a very concise language, and then he continued, "The rest of the people are the same. They disguised themselves as employees, sneaked in, killed them, and then threw the body off the building."

"It seems that you are a good detective." Schiller's voice became a little cold. He said, "My life-and-death game with them is just a simple sentence in your mouth. Every detective is like this. You will skip the most beautiful part and then emphasize the laws and justice that have no meaning at all."

"You missed too many details and didn't find out how you got here. Maybe you would like to hear this story?" Schiller was very patient, but it made Batman feel creepy.

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

"When visiting any place, I always like to go to the mental hospital there to see if every mental hospital is the same as the one I live in, or better than it."

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

"I entered Yin Shabel's ward, learned the secrets 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 the Palo Company, and the Snow Mountain Company The boss of the company and the woman in charge of the laboratory are all members of the Owl Council. They are using various projects to raise funds for the experiments here. "

"I want to lead you here, so I killed the first person, the bank president, and used the same time, place and method as the previous case in the Dream Cat City to let you know that this case is related to owls. Knowing this, you will definitely come here. "

"When I was doing the first case, I left a lot of clues in the method, so that you noticed the relationship between the bank president and the boss of the Palo Company, and then let you check the transactions between the bank, Palo Company and Snow Mountain Company. "

"From this transaction, you will find out that Palo Company wants to renovate this mental 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 letting me track you down here." Batman looked into Schiller's eyes and said.

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He had to admit that the arrangement of this series of interlocking clues was 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: "Each layer of clues gives you some truth, and all the truths form a complete puzzle. You feel an unparalleled pleasure during this process, and this is the disease you have, Batman."

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

Batman took a step forward, looked Schiller in the eyes and said, "I will arrest you for the serial murders you committed."

"That's what I meant." Schiller nodded, took two steps back, and stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.

He took out a button and pressed it lightly, and the entire floor-to-ceiling window shattered. The glass fragments were like bright crystals, and under the moonlight, they were like heavy rain 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 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 beyond 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, and Batman heard what seemed to be loud Russian curses. The sound of dense stray bullets sounded, and Batman instinctively rolled to the side.

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

Batman saw tiny spots of flame flickering on Schiller's blood-covered body, gradually blending in with the lights of the metropolis.

Schiller just raised his head and looked upward, just like the corpses tied to the chairs, staring at nothingness, and then fell from the window with his arms open to embrace something.

Constantine and Keira both rushed to the window, but Angela froze in place. She stared blankly at the falling figure, and after a few seconds, she shouted:

"Schiller... Schiller!

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