In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 623: A Morbid Crisis (End)
"The Days of Being a Spiritual Mentor in Meiman"
, the days when I was a spiritual mentor in Meiman
When Bruce rushed into the room, Schiller had already 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. Such a long dark time is enough for Schiller to leave through any other door. Bruce knew this, so he didn't chase after it 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 is nothing to investigate here. Bruce has seen everything from the window, and the only valuable thing here is that The chair, the body, and the blood all over the floor.
There is too much blood here, and the strong smell of blood makes Bruce feel a little dizzy. At this moment, he suddenly discovered that there is 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 keep up with 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. Case.
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 excuses to justify the crimes he committed.
Following the footprints, Bruce chased them all the way. He saw the row of **** footprints going up the stairs until they reached the top floor of the mental hospital. Next to it, more bloodstains were 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, and Schiller in front of him was pale and covered in blood.
He was standing by the window sill, 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 had clotted more than once, and It's layer upon layer.
At this time, Schiller's complexion was very pale, his lips no longer looked bloody, and he was on the verge of coma due to excessive blood loss,
However, there was no pain and vulnerability in his eyes, but a sickness that Bruce had never seen before, a hysterical emotion that he could not understand.
Beside him, three chairs were arranged 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 have always felt that multiple personality disorder is just an excuse used by serial murderers to get off the crime." Schiller's voice was very soft, and it always seemed to float on the surface, with A little gentle, not ugly, but it is 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.
"Perhaps 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 come to the ground, he said:" Every personality represents a 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'pathological' in 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 It's a 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 also hurt you, and there is danger at any time, and blood may be injured at any time. That is the meaning of hunting."
"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 lies in their firm will, which allows them to resist even in desperate situations, and the greatest charm of murdering intelligent creatures is that their resistance may cause me to bleed, be 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 I get the strongest pleasure."
"If I knew in advance that I would definitely win, then this game would be 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 give up. With all the power beyond ordinary people, what you see..."
Schiller waved his hand, pointed to 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. It can be said that he is crazy, very completely crazy.
"No, I said it, I don't represent madness, because real madness does not require any pleasure to stimulate, it represents complete chaos." Schiller shook his head and said: "But I, I represent Morbid, the pathological pursuit of stimulation and pleasure..."
"Do you know where these injuries came from?" Schiller pointed his finger at his shoulder, where there was the deepest wound, and 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, this The subject of a serial murder 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 their heads can be turned around a lot. When I do all these, they are screaming, feeling pain and sadness, but since They don't want to be owls, so why would they name themselves that?"
"Of course, this group of duplicity birds also have some other weapons, which are the sharp claws they cultivated. This wound..." Schiller turned his head and looked at his shoulder. He even put his hand directly into the wound to touch his own bones, and he said: "It's what their sharp claws left."
"I paid a lot of money to kill them, just like an ordinary person, designing traps, avoiding dealing with them, and using 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, then, It started with this Mr. President..."
"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 same is true for the remaining few people, pretending to be employees, sneaking in, killing them, and throwing the corpses 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 beautiful parts, and then emphasize the laws and justice that have no meaning."
"You missed so many details that you didn't find out, how did you get here, maybe, would you want to hear this story?" Schiller was very patient, but let Batman Feel the creeps.
"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 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 the laboratory are all members of the Owl Council. They are using various projects to provide Funding for experiments here.”
"I wanted to bring you here, so I killed the first person, the bank president, and passed the same time, place and method as the previous case in Dreamland Cat City. , let you know that this case is related to owls, knowing this, 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 Palo Company, and then let you inquire about the bank, Palo The transaction between the company and Snow Mountain Company.”
"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 truth, and all the truth spells out a complete Jigsaw, you feel an unparalleled pleasure in this process, and this is your disease, 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 ~IndoMTL.com~ looked Schiller in the eyes and said, "I will 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, pressed it lightly, and the entire floor-to-ceiling window shattered, the glass fragments 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. 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, and Batman heard what seemed to be shouting and cursing in Russian, dense stray bullets sounded, and Batman instinctively rolled to the side.
Under the flames of the heavy machine gun, after the black monster shattered, the bullets that fell like fire from the sky all hit Schiller's body.
Batman saw that tiny flames flickered on Schiller's blood-soaked body, and gradually merged with the lights of thousands of houses in the metropolis.
In this way, Schiller raised his head and looked upwards, just like those corpses tied to chairs, staring at a piece of nothingness, and then fell from the window with open arms hugging something.
Konstantin and Keira both rushed to the window, only Angela froze in place, she stared blankly at the falling figure, and after a few seconds, shouted:
"Schiller...Schiller!!!!!!"