American Comics: Opening Guidance Batman

Back in the room, Schiller took off his glasses and yawned. He didn't seem to have the slightest sense of being trapped in a manor where two fatalities had happened. At that time, the door was knocked again.

Schiller closed his eyes, stood with his hands on his hips, sighed, and finally turned around and walked to the door, opened the door, and stood outside the door was Agent Kayla, Kayla first looked Schiller up and down, and then said: " Are you going to sleep?"

"Isn't it obvious enough?"

Kayla frowned deeply, looked into Schiller's eyes and said, "But I'm afraid, you can't sleep now, and another fatal accident happened."

"I see, old Pike..."

"Not Pike," Kayla denied. She raised her arm, glanced at her watch, and said, "Just two minutes ago, Mrs. Davis died, in the bathroom on the first floor."

"Sir Benjamin invited you to come over, just now." Kayla looked at Schiller and said to him, "You shouldn't have forgotten that after the mayor died, you were the only one who went to that bathroom."

Schiller ignored her, but walked back into the room and re-tied her tie. When he came out again, Kayla instinctively felt a chill in her back.

Schiller ignored Keira, but went out the door and walked downstairs. Kayla followed behind him and seemed to want to say something to him, but Schiller didn't mean to wait for her.

He walked down the spiral staircase quickly, like a glass bead rolling down in a spiral labyrinth, and the corpse in the center of the hall was still lying there quietly.

The blood on the tassels at the end of the tablecloth had congealed, the smoke from the candles on the silver candlesticks were all extinguished, and the layers of collapsed tables surrounded the corpse. Fragments of delicate dishes were scattered among them, glistening in the brilliant lights.

Schiller went down layer by layer like this, and Keira, who was following behind him, felt that he was constantly going deeper into an abyss. The surrounding environment did not change, but Schiller's temperament became more and more. getting deeper.

Until the sound of leather shoes stepping on the floor came, Schiller stood on the first floor of the stairs and paused, instead of looking at the corpse, he went straight to the bathroom.

At the door of the bathroom, Lai Onnell and Benjamin were standing there. Seeing Schiller coming, Lai Onnell wanted to come up and talk. Benjamin seemed to have something to say, but Schiller completely ignored the two of them. Into the relationship room.

A female corpse was lying on the washstand, shot in the waist. Not long after she died, she was still wearing a gorgeous dress. At this time, the dark blue skirt was stained with red blood and turned into a strange purple. The window above the washstand In the middle of the night, the moonlight poured in and shone on her, casting a strangely shaped shadow on the ground.

Schiller stood in the center of the bathroom, while Leonel and Benjamin stood behind him, and Benjamin said, "Three murders in a row in one night..."

Leonel wiped the sweat with his hands and said, "It looks like it should be the hands of the serial killer."

"What is a serial murder case?" Schiller asked suddenly.

"There have been many homicide cases in a short period of time..." Benjamin replied, and Schiller continued: "This concept has the second half of the sentence, that is, the method of making the case is the same, and there is a connection between each case..."

Benjamin frowned, Schiller turned sideways, he looked at the female corpse and said, "Is her cause of death the same as Old Parker's? Is Old Parker's cause of death the same as White's? Is the cause of death of these three people the same as the previous murder case? "

"What's the connection between all these eucalypts? Did the killer leave a consistent symbol? Was there a backstory about numbers? Did these people have anything in common?"

"If none of the above, why do you think it's a serial murder case?"

"But it happened together in a very short period of time."

"That's just a murder case that happened together in a short period of time." Schiller's speech was fast, and he didn't seem to intend to give anyone a chance to stop and think, but next, his words made everyone present feel Some hairs stand on end.

"This murderer is too mediocre."

"It's hard for me to imagine that there are such stupid, boring, and untalented guys in this world."

"Kill a man, throw him downstairs, kill another, throw him down again, what is he doing?"

"Why does he not value life so much?"

"Why do you think the process of death can be easily solved with a gun or a knife?"

"Why do you feel that a corpse, such a precious resource, can be discarded so casually without artistry?"

"I guess he is an idiot who has read too many detective novels. From God's perspective, seeing detectives solve cases makes him think that these detectives are nothing more than that."

"He thought that it took detectives so long to solve such a simple case, so if he made up a more complicated incident, the detectives would be like headless flies for the rest of their lives, unable to find clues. "

"I don't want to judge any detective novel, because it is the work of the author's hard work, but I must say that even if he was inspired by some detective novels, those novels are already outdated, just like his People are the same."

"In terms of theoretical knowledge, he didn't understand what is called a serial murder case. He thought that as long as there were more people killed in a short period of time, it could be called a serial murder case. For this kind of thinking, I can only say that he is more suitable for If the slaughterhouse kills pigs, maybe you can get a performance champion."

"In terms of actual action, it is even more crude and poor, without choosing a suitable theme, without a countdown that creates tension, without signs, without clues related to numbers or pictures..."

Schiller showed a helpless smile, as if he felt very absurd. He said, "He doesn't even have a unified weapon. Sometimes he uses a knife, sometimes a gun..."

After speaking, his expression changed to disgust again, and he said: "Besides, when you do it, you are not careful at all. When the corpse fell, blood splattered everywhere, and even stained the tassels on the tablecloth, and even put the candlestick on it. met."

"He didn't think about it, what if the candlesticks set the tablecloth on fire? The carefully arranged murder case turned into a chaotic fire scene, leaving only ugly scorch marks, and everything would be destroyed, any one No real serial killer would allow such an accident to happen."

"His guidance to the crowd is also a mess, and he does not reflect any philosophical human torture..."

"If you must let me judge these eucalypts, all I can say is..." Schiller took a long note and concluded:

"A vulgar eucalyptus made by a philistine and can no longer be vulgar."

"enough!"

A cold voice came from the bathroom door, and Benjamin turned his head. He looked at Lionel, who had a gloomy face.

Before, Benjamin had been listening intently to Schiller's words, but he didn't notice that the always smiling businessman beside him had a grim expression on his face.

Schiller turned back again, looked at Lai Onal quietly, and said to him, "Mr. Luther, you know what? I don't try to poke a fool's mind, not because I can't guess, but because I He is a tolerant person, and I hope this world can leave more room for fantasy for poor people like you."

"You said you invited me here for two purposes, to communicate with your son and to cure his disease, but you actually have a third purpose, which is to commit a serial murder in front of me. Eucalyptus."

"Of course, you've seen my resume." Schiller raised his voice, and he looked at Laonel's gloomy eyes and said, "You know, I've participated in several of the most famous serial murder cases, and I've seen The murderer of countless serial murders..."

"I know, your heart is eagerly looking forward to committing a seamless eucalyptus in front of me and playing me around to prove that you are a genius criminal standing at the top of the world."

"However, I didn't show any special emotions about Mayor White's death. On the way to the bathroom, I told you that this case was too mediocre, I was not interested, so you started to prepare in a hurry. Let’s have a eucalyptus next time.”

"The Age of Rebirth"

Schiller showed a helpless smile and said, "But the innovation you have made is to change the murder weapon from a gun to a knife."

"Then, when I expressed my disdain more bluntly, you almost became angry and made the third case."

"Then, the innovation you made was to change the place where the body was thrown from the banquet hall to the bathroom."

"This is you, come O'Neill, accept your fate."

"You're just an ordinary person. You're mediocre and uninteresting. You don't have any genius mind."

"He doesn't have any genius mind." Lex sat by the wall, leaned his back against the wall, put his hand over his neck, and showed a contemptuous smile, he said, "But he never wanted to. Admit it."

"He was so jealous of those geniuses that he was going crazy, and he would pay any price for their genius and wisdom, including my mother."

"But the irony is that after he abused and killed her, he discovered that I was a super genius, just like my mother."

Lex coughed twice, his face was pale, and he seemed to be exhausted. He said, "But he doesn't dare to kill me again. He will point at me to grab those worldly interests for him."

Bruce stood in the middle of the utility room, looked down at him, was silent for a while, he walked to Lex, stood in front of him, the shadow cast on Lex, he lowered his head and asked, "You killed White. and Pike?"

Lex said disdainfully: "It was Leonel's own hand, the simplest kind of time-lapse device, the kind in old-fashioned detective novels, so he couldn't easily change the place where the body was thrown, because the device just Erection on the beam~www.readwn.com~ That idiot has been trying to control me for the past ten years, and I have to cooperate with him to act, but this time, he must have been planted."

"Why?" Bruce squinted at Lex.

"Just now, I killed Mrs. Davis and threw her in the bathroom. I guess the professor who was called out of the room again must be completely impatient."

Bruce frowned, and before he could ask, Lex said to himself: "The tricks of La Onel can't fool anyone who is a little smarter, and the arrangements he thinks are exquisite, just like the children. Building blocks doesn't make any difference."

"I know that only the professor has been to that bathroom. As long as the third case happens there, someone will definitely call him."

"When he checked me, I found out that he and I are the same kind of people. We have a little patience with idiots, but only a little."

"Once you lose patience, it makes him look good."

Lex laughed softly again, looked at Bruce and said:

"I just finished killing people, and I saw you drunk in the corridor. I thought, an alcoholic playboy, scorched in the flames of his own liquor, should be a good way to die..."

"But now, it's more interesting for you to be alive than to be dead."

"You know what? Every time La Onel introduced me to someone, he would say, I'd rather be a **** like little Wayne..."

"But, hahahaha, even little Wayne is not a playboy!

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Lex stood up, he laughed louder and louder, and when he looked up at Bruce, what appeared in his field of vision was Bruce's big fist.