"When Schiller and Batman met, although there were only two of them, the process of Gordon taking them to the cold storage underground of the Gotham Police Department was public, and many police officers saw the two of them.
Whereabouts, do you think every police officer in the Gotham Police Department will perform their duties?"
Bruce was also using a question to state a fact. Hal shook his head and said: "Most cities with poor security have gang policemen. Even in cities like Beach City where gangs are not a big deal, there are many police officers who accept bribes.
In order to open the door for smugglers who take the sea route."
Jason nodded clearly, and Harley showed a sneer, squinting her crooked eyes and said: "Professor Schiller said that 'murderers hate their victims,' which means that the murderer must hope that the victim's plight will be taken away from him."
When people see it, he will definitely hope that the messed-up corpse of the person he brutally killed will appear in public, losing the last trace of dignity. This is part of his act of revenge."
"So, he will definitely pay attention to the whereabouts of the corpse, and will definitely use informants in the police station to understand how many people have seen the results of his revenge, how they speculated on his cruel crime process, and how they scolded him for being cunning.
, which can satisfy his arrogance and vanity."
Bruce glanced at Harley, and Diana put her hand around the little girl's waist, pressed her down on the seat next to him, touched her head and said, "What did your parents teach you?"
"My parents died a long time ago, and they died miserably." Harry said nonchalantly, "Because of their stupidity and because of their fear of me."
Diana stroked Harley's back. She knew this was another dark story, but she also knew that there were too many dark stories in Gotham. At least this little girl could come here. Most of the people here
can protect her.
"As she said, the murderer will definitely know that Batman took a stranger to see his masterpiece." Constantine pinched his chin with his fingers and said: "The murderer must know something about Batman, but very little.
Obviously, he is also afraid of Batman and is probably worried that Batman will expose him."
"He was afraid of being punished, but at the same time he wanted to know what Gotham City's great detectives thought of his masterpiece. To satisfy both of these psychology at the same time, he originally had only one choice, and that was to go to Gordon.
But the arrival of Schiller gave him a second choice."
Barry also frowned and began to analyze. Although The Flash is not a typical detective image, he has actually worked in the judicial system longer than anyone present, especially in the Physical Evidence Technology Center. He has seen all kinds of
In such a murder, the murderer's grasp of the psychology is no worse than that of the people present.
"In other words, the murderer will go to Schiller." Bruce concluded: "He is curious about Schiller's identity, and also wants to know from Schiller what Batman thinks of him."
"Throw yourself into a trap." Hal snorted coldly.
Diana shook her head and said, "Not necessarily. Obviously, neither Schiller nor Batman regard this murderer as their biggest opponent. Everyone can see that their biggest enemy is the other party."
"Batman invited Schiller to Bruce Wayne's party. He wanted to see how Schiller obtained a reasonable identity. Schiller also needed an opportunity to transform from an alien from outer space into a social person with an identity and background, and then figure it out.
Tickets to attend the party.”
"You mean, Schiller will choose to cooperate with the murderer?" Clark stared at the screen and said: "Although I don't understand your previous reasoning, but now it seems that both Batman and the murderer want to use Schiller, and Schiller also
Want to take advantage of them."
"That's right." Bruce confirmed Clark's deduction.
Just as he finished speaking, there was a "squeak" and the door of the mansion was opened. Schiller looked through the crack of the door at the uninvited guest who had just pressed the doorbell.
The man opposite was wearing a long windbreaker, a slightly old-school top hat, and an expensive suit underneath. The cufflinks were three quite clear rubies, and the half of the exposed watch was inlaid with bright diamonds.
"Hello, sir, I'm Lincoln March. I've taken the liberty to visit you. I'm really sorry. I know I don't have an appointment. I just came from the community service center. There is no yellow pages record of your phone number, so I have to come.
Knock on the door, I hope you can forgive me for being rude."
This man named Lincoln March took off his top hat from his head and had well-managed short black hair. His eyes may be dark blue, but because they are against the light, they appear darker, which is a bit...
Like dark brown or black.
Schiller held the door frame with one hand and put the other hand on the door, never giving up his position to March. At this time, March brought a box in front of him and said: "I came in a hurry.
I didn’t have time to customize any decent gift, but this letter opener from Sri Lanka is inlaid with twelve gemstones representing the zodiac. I hope you will like it.”
After speaking, the box was opened, and a small dagger lay in the box. Gorgeous gems were inlaid on the handle, and the light shone brightly. Schiller showed a smile, as if he was pleased,
He let go of one hand and stepped out of the way.
The brilliance of the gems was reflected in Schiller's pupils, and the smile there did not reach the bottom of his eyes. Even the layer floating on the surface had a hint of coldness and disgust.
"Schiller is not happy." Hal nodded and stated an obvious fact.
Clark spread his hands and said: "No one will be happy when facing a murderer. What's more, if Schiller wants to use him, he has to talk to him in a nice voice. If it were me, I would go crazy.
"
"That's not the point." Bruce shook his head and said, "The point is that the gift is not what you want, or the gift is not bad, but there are too many explanations."
"I hate people who show off knowledge." Diana frowned slightly and said in a slightly arrogant tone: "There are too many people like this. When giving gifts, it seems that they are afraid that they will make up their minds.
Stupid women who love beauty cannot understand the meaning behind the lavish gifts they prepare."
"They not only want to please the opposite sex with the beautiful appearance of gems, but they also feel that the other person is superficial and cannot understand them at all, so they must explain themselves. They can neither control their lustful heart nor let go of their poor self-esteem, like a clown."
Bruce turned his head and looked at the side face of this gorgeous princess. The light and shadow flowed along Diana's eyebrows, across the bridge of her nose, and stopped under her lips, with a sophisticated charm that was hard to refuse.
Because society requires men to be mature and women to be immature, both young men and mature women have extra charm.
Bruce turned his head back hard and said, "As soon as Mr. March opened his mouth, his impatience was exposed."
"He tried hard to explain to Schiller that he had already gone to the community center and looked at the yellow pages, but he couldn't find Schiller's page, so he knocked on the door unreasonably. This guilty attitude was not like asking for help.
To people, it’s more like self-comfort.”
"The best detectives in this world have their own styles, but the poor third-rate detectives are surprisingly the same."
When Bruce continued to speak, everyone turned their attention to him. Regardless of their relationship with Bruce, everyone present could not deny that Batman is the smartest person in the world.
"They are very accustomed to doing redundant things and making a lot of unnecessary explanations, but the motivation is not to achieve results at all, but to comfort themselves, as if if they say this and do this, the effect in their minds will already be there.
Obtained."
"They only pay attention to their own actions, not the reactions of others. If others don't give the expected reaction, they think that the other person is stupid, rather than that they have done something wrong."
Following Bruce's steady tone, Madge walked into the room and raised his head and looked around. When he saw a bronze sculpture covered with mud on the shelf, he rolled his eyes and curled his lips slightly, but then quickly started again.
He put on a smile and said to Schiller:
"It seems that you have many very special collections, and so do I. Beauty is innocent. Even if it is not appreciated by the public, an artist will always meet a collector who resonates with his soul."
"He is not a real celebrity." Greedy Schiller said, standing in the back row with his elbows on the back of his chair: "He neither understands collections nor art."
"Did you see it again?" Clark glanced at Bruce's expression first, then at the greedy expression, and sighed: "One day I will be like Barry, telling everyone you know how to predict things."
Diana shook her head and said: "Collectors of niche art are never proud of being niche. They accept other people's praise of their own aesthetics, but only if they have something to say."
"Most truly niche collectors collect collections that are not in line with popular aesthetic trends, not to show that they are special, but March obviously thinks so. His focus is on proving that he is different from ordinary people, but this is precisely
This is the most objectionable thing among niche collectors, it’s too superficial.” Bruce continued smoothly.
"Niche collectors are not cheap at all, and sometimes they are even more expensive. When mainstream collectors understand niche collectors, they always have a prejudice, thinking that they only do these weird things just to prove their differences.
Stuff."
"In their daily life, they have encountered too many people who have superficial understanding and even despise their inner love. They only understand them as clowns trying to please others. Therefore, complimenting them as special and different from the public is completely flattering.
On the horse's legs, it's counterproductive."
After Diana finished speaking, Clark sighed deeply and said: "Thank you to my parents, thank you to them for running a farm, thank you to Smallville, my simple hometown, for allowing me to become a young man in a small town instead of
Just like you and Bruce, you live in this riddle every day."
"I'm really sorry to bother you so late, but I was so selfless talking to Mr. Wayne about Gotham investment in Wayne Tower that it delayed my schedule a little bit. I hope you don't mind."
As soon as March opened his mouth, Bruce outside the screen twitched his mouth and repeated what he had said:
"Seemingly unintentionally revealing one's investment level and putting oneself in a high position to gain the trust of others..."
"So, do you know him?" Clark turned around and asked.
"Scammers all over the world say they know me." Bruce turned to look at Clark and said, "Have you never received a scam call? Haven't you ever heard a scammer company say they have hundreds of millions in business dealings with Wayne Group?"
Clark was stunned for a moment, but then he covered his mouth with his fingers, as if to hide his smile. Diana also laughed out loud. It was really funny that the owner of Wayne Group said this.
Very funny.
"Sit down, Mr. March."
Schiller gently pointed at the single chair on the left side of the table in the reception area, and the next second, March threw the windbreaker jacket he had taken off on the back of the single chair on the right.
The moist water vapor collected from the stroll along the river and the dust stuck to the fluff on the surface of the coat rose together. The light of the lamp refracted countless light points, and a lively dance party was held in Schiller's eyes.
