Chapter 1783 Summer in Fool’s Village (Twenty-three)
"A more terrifying and extreme possibility." Bruce looked at the monitoring screen, sighed and said, "Maybe the terrible consequences I stated to Pamela were not a joke."
"What do you mean?" Lex asked him, crossing his arms.
"If nothing else, Thalia should have rushed out of the Rodriguez Manor half an hour ago in a mad and angry manner, but she didn't."
"Perhaps Professor Schiller overpowered her."
Bruce just glanced at Lex who said this, and said while typing on the keyboard: "If it is Professor Schiller, then his response measures do not include subduing, either kill or drive away, and if Thalia
If he is really subdued, then it proves that he is not a professor."
"And we still have a worse option." Bruce stopped what he was doing, turned to look at Lex and said, "Thalia was not subdued, but attracted."
He raised his head again and let the cold light from the surveillance screen shine on his angular features, and said as if sighing: "If Talia doesn't come out of Rodriguez Manor in another two hours, she will be completely defeated.
"
Lex, who was sitting on the office chair nearby, crossed his arms and looked at Bruce with confusion and slight dissatisfaction, saying, "I don't understand, what are you speculating on, and what are you worried about?"
Bruce paused for a moment, as if he was considering the need for a detailed explanation, but he seemed to think that Lex might be his teammate, so he explained in as much detail as possible.
"If Thalia doesn't come out, it proves that the person in this manor now may not be Professor Schiller. You know, he has many personalities, and I happened to have seen the most dangerous one among them."
"who?"
"manipulate."
Bruce lowered his eyes, and Lex saw an unparalleled seriousness in his eyes, which was not comparable to the deliberately stern face and downturned corners of his mouth when he was Batman.
"There is an abyss under Schiller's tower of thought, where his essential pathology is not acquired, or even completely evil, but real in a time period that we have no contact with and cannot understand.
Schiller."
"Compared to the personalities above the tower of thinking, the most dangerous thing about them is that their highest need is to satisfy their interests, and they have no concept of morality, law, or even emotion."
Bruce's Adam's apple rolled up and down and he said: "They kill or save someone just because the process makes them feel interesting."
"so what?"
"So Manipulator will manipulate and target anyone as long as it's interesting enough, which means we'll be his targets too."
"But why? We simply..."
"Because it's interesting." Bruce took a deep breath and said: "Usually Professor Schiller will also consider the interesting part, but that is just an addendum. He will benefit from an interesting thing and will also contribute to something that can be done.
Things that bring profit add some fun.”
"But the pathologies under the abyss will completely ignore interests and satisfy their own needs like an insatiable baby. Whether it will harm themselves or others is not within their scope of consideration."
"Next, you may be surprised at how completely his attitude changes." Bruce sighed and said, "It's as if we are his life-and-death enemies, and he will try his best to eliminate us, but that's not because we are his.
The enemy, just because he thinks it's fun."
"Where's the fun?"
"The interesting thing is that when he moves his mouth while sitting in a cool air-conditioned room, we are about to be chased up and down by those who are bewitched by him in the weather as high as 38 degrees Celsius."
"So, where's the fun in this?"
"You're not the kind of person who strangled sparrows with your bare hands when you were seven years old, so you'll never understand what's so funny about it." Bruce covered his forehead and said, "Sadists take pleasure in the pain of others, he just
You should find an appropriate leisure activity for yourself during your free time in the sweltering summer."
"It's like sitting on the edge of the bed in a daze, watching the fan blades spinning, feeling happy from imagining that the machine will provide you with coolness and hard work until you run out of life and die."
"Sounds childish."
"Sickness is childish and regressive. The pursuit of happiness regardless of the consequences is the prerogative of babies." Bruce stared at the screen with some distraction and said: "But do you dare to say that you have never done this?"
Lex sighed softly and decided to talk about something more practical, so he said: "So we are like clowns in the circus, trying our best to give him some fun."
"Come on, it's more like he let the lion out of the circus, and we're just two unlucky guys sitting in the audience."
"But you are his student."
"That's why I won't let me go."
Lex slapped his forehead and said, "Then what have you been doing for the past four years?"
"I almost understand what kind of person Professor Schiller is, but if you ask me to understand Schiller, then you'd better work hard in the laboratory from now on." Bruce looked up at the ceiling and said: "
...Then find a way for me to live another five million years."
When Thalia woke up, she saw the dark brown ceiling. The zigzag pattern looked more like a nested maze in her hazy vision. What brought her consciousness back was Schiller's voice.
"Miss Thalia, Miss Thalia, are you awake?"
Thalia felt her cold sweat soaking into the silk sheets. Why would she lie defenseless in the house of a stranger or even an enemy? She didn't even feel how the other party walked to her bedside!
Such a scene of losing vigilance had never appeared in her past life, so her thoughts stopped for a moment. At this moment, she felt something cold being stuffed into her hand.
Thalia lowered her head and saw that it was a glass of ice water. She took a deep breath, pushed her thick black hair back, put the glass on the bedside table and said, "Thank you, but I'm not thirsty."
She was really afraid of the master and apprentice of Breaking Bad.
Thalia thought that Schiller might have drugged her. Although she didn't drink the tea provided by Schiller, she understood that there were many ways to poison her and it was not a good idea to stay here any longer, otherwise anything she came into contact with
All may be toxic.
"I'm sorry that I took the liberty to break into your room, but you didn't answer when I knocked on the door. I was worried that something had happened to you."
Schiller sat down on the edge of the bed. He leaned sideways, looked back at Thalia and said: "I came here to apologize to you, Miss. Miss Pamela just came to my place and brought me
There is news that my student Bruce Wayne used a illegal, extremely immoral, and even appalling method to stun you on the way to date you."
Just as Thalia was about to open her mouth to say something, Schiller pressed one hand on the sheets, leaned forward and looked at Thalia, and said seriously: "I don't know why you came to see me in the first place.
He didn't tell me about it, or this was actually a worse sign. You knew what he did, but you didn't dare to care about it."
Thalia kept her mouth open, then closed it again, and turned her eyes to the side. She thought, so why didn't she justly accuse Bruce to Schiller?
She couldn't say that if she had had time to scratch Bruce's skin with her nails in advance, Bruce would be the one who was stunned, right?
Thalia guessed that this might be another temptation from Schiller, so she said: "He might have done this because of some of my previous extreme actions, so I..."
"for example?"
There was a trace of doubt between Thalia's eyebrows. She looked at Schiller and said, "Like what?"
"What drastic act did you take?"
"Since he never left me his contact information, I called his personal number several times. Half of the time, his butler answered the phone. I went to the places where he frequented to look for him, but I couldn't find him.
, I asked some of his classmates and friends where he went, but they didn’t know.”
"To put it simply, you are harassing him."
Thalia nodded without scruple and said: "So if he..."
"Then he should apply to the police station for a personal restraint order against you instead of drugging you to stun you."
Thalia was really stunned. She stared directly at Schiller, wondering if she was hallucinating.
First of all, even if Schiller is not the mastermind behind the scenes who seems to be able to control the world, but is just an ordinary Gothamite, the word "call the police" is magical enough from his mouth.
"He has seriously violated the law and morals, Miss Thalia, and the only reason why you are indifferent to this, I can only think is that his identity and status threaten you, making you dare not speak out about your experience."
Schiller sighed softly and said as if he was regretful: "And if you don't have the courage, it's really hard for me to imagine who else would stand up in this situation."
"This is terrible news to me because it means that there is a very good chance that my students have harmed many people in the same way in places that I have not paid attention to, and they are too afraid to speak out."
It happened so fast that Thalia didn't understand what was going on, but the main reason was that Thalia had never been a victim.
This beautiful and dangerous woman has always been a villain. She has always been a victimizer and perpetrator. Crazy, evil, ruthless, dark and terrifying are the comments she often hears.
"I think you may have misunderstood me." Thalia said: "I have emphasized to you long ago that I am not a weak little girl."
"He did make you unconscious, didn't he?" Schiller also looked at Thalia and said: "Are you sure you will not be in danger during that time?"
How can Talia be sure? In fact, this is the biggest setback she has suffered in ten years. It can be said that if their own plan had not gone awry, Talia was really not sure what she would have encountered.
"I'm sorry, it was not my intention to put pressure on the victim." Schiller stood up from the bed, his shadow covering Thalia, which made him feel like a sparrow in front of the window.
"In any case, my conscience is telling me that I may need to bear some responsibility for my educational failure. I hope that a sumptuous dinner can heal your trauma, at least in part."
Schiller suddenly bent down slightly again. Thalia was so stiff that she didn't dare to move because the distance between the two of them was quickly closing. When she turned her eyes slightly, she saw the translucent fangs shining in the afternoon sun.
Shiny in the middle.
He must have bitten the necks of many people like this, injected the venom of words into their brains, sucked, gnawed, and devoured...
Schiller almost whispered in Thalia's ear: "Please be honored to participate, Miss Thalia, and give me a chance to heal my inner guilt. The precious ingredients will be sacrificed for your kindness."
After Schiller left, Thalia sat on the bed and remained silent for a long time.
She turned to look out the window, relaxing with the scenery outside the window and focusing her attention that had been fragmented just now.
