Chapter 1142 Professor (V)

Gordon looked back at Harley and didn't understand why she reacted so violently. Logically speaking, she shouldn't know Schiller.

Schiller smiled at Harley, but this did not make her relax at all. She just stood behind Gordon and kept staring at Schiller, looking very wary. Schiller looked at Gordon and said helplessly: "Look Come on, she doesn’t like me very much, so you have to ask her.”

Gordon turned around, bent down again, looked into Harley's eyes and asked, "You said the murderer wore a mask. What kind of mask did he wear?"

Harley shook her head vigorously, pursed her lips and said nothing. At this time, the head nurse came up and said: "No matter what, she is just a child. She shouldn't stay here after experiencing such a big stimulation." Under questioning, she should now take a hot bath and get some rest."

Gordon sighed softly. He didn't want to put too much pressure on Harley, so he turned to the head nurse and said: "Of course, I understand, ma'am, but if we don't find out about this matter early, the hospital will More messy."

"If Miss Quinzel provides any clues later, please tell me." After speaking, Gordon took two steps back and let the other two nurses take Harley away.

Bruce stepped forward and asked Schiller about the hospital rules and doctor's habits, but he didn't gain much, because psychiatry doctors are special. They are less involved in the normal operation of the hospital, and their habits are different from other doctors. After a few words, Bruce knew that there was no need for him to invite Schiller over today.

Now, he is very clear about the tricks of serial killers. If he had to evaluate this guy, he would say that he has "skills, but not much."

An experienced police officer like Gordon can follow the clues and find clues. Bruce and Schiller coming together is a complete waste of detective resources.

After Schiller returned to Arkham Psychiatric Hospital, Brand walked into his office and said to him: "You promised Chief Gordon to accept the patient? When they sent the patient over, I was shocked. Jumping."

"Yes, these patients have no obvious response to the antidote and have some mental problems. This is under our jurisdiction, isn't it? If you are too busy, just go to Jonathan and he will help you. "

Schiller stood next to the cabinet behind the glass screen, picked up the only remaining newspaper, and began to read.

"It doesn't matter, our place is empty anyway." Brand touched his cheek and continued: "They also sent a group of intern nurses to help us with dispensing medicine and infusion. They have already arrived. I will arrange They went to stay in the staff dormitory.”

"By the way, due to the sudden increase in manpower, Mrs. Miller took over the management of the nurses and became the head nurse again. Recently, you'd better not go to the inpatient department to get things."

After speaking, Brand said a little doubtfully: "Why didn't you see Mrs. Miller always staring at you before? Don't you two have a harmonious relationship?...Also, why didn't you pick up the newspaper with your fingers?" Are you worried about getting the ink on your hands?"

Schiller turned to look at Brand and said, "If you really have nothing to do, go to bed. There will be more patients tomorrow, so you will be busy."

Seeing Schiller carefully browsing the newspaper, Brand shook his head, but turned around and left.

Arkham Sanitarium spent another peaceful night. Except for the lights of the ambulances that kept transporting patients, the building fell into darkness without any light.

At this moment, a window in the office building suddenly lit up. Looking out the window, a small black figure stood next to the table, looking back in horror.

Schiller, still wearing a suit and tie, stood outside the door of his office, stretched out one hand to press the switch in the wall, and put the other hand in his trouser pocket. He looked at Harley who opened the desk drawer and said: "Miss Quinzel, your movements are so skillful that I am surprised."

After the initial shock and panic, Harley calmed down very quickly, and closed the drawer slowly, withdrew her hand and said, "You misunderstood, I'm not here to steal anything." ”

"But it's more serious than that, isn't it?" Schiller still stood at the door and did not enter the room. He said:

"I guess, from the beginning to the end, this was a plan you designed, from meeting Gordon by chance, to showing off your gifted and evil characteristics, to entering a technical college to become a nurse, and then following the team of nurses who were deployed. When you got here, you should have been targeting me, right?"

Harley put her hands behind her back and looked up diagonally, as if she didn't want to admit it, but suddenly she became excited again, looked at Schiller with bright eyes and said, "I saw it right, we are in the same category. people!"

Schiller finally walked into the room, closed the door with his hand, looked at Harley and said, "I don't know what your purpose is, but no matter what the purpose is, it is not the reason for you to break into my office in the middle of the night. , Even if you don’t need to sleep, I still need to rest. Now, can you please leave?”

"Is this what you want to say?" There was a trace of disappointment in Harley's eyes. She puffed up her cheeks and looked a little angry. Then she spoke quickly: "I thought we would be of the same mind, because we are Same kind, different from those ordinary people, you should welcome me, because I..."

"Dingle bell!"

The crisp ringing of the phone interrupted Harley's words. Schiller and Harley turned their heads at the same time and looked at the phone that kept vibrating behind the glass screen wall. Schiller sighed, walked over, picked up the receiver, and a voice came from the other side:

"You saw my work in Wayne Hospital, right?... This is what I said, I like to kill people, hahahahahahaha!"

At the end, the other party's voice began to become higher and higher. Because the room was very empty, the sound kept echoing, and Harley also heard a few words.

She ran to Schiller's side as if her tail was stepped on suddenly, snatched the phone, and said to the other side:

"Huh? A meeting gift? Your shabby meeting gift is not even as good as a toad in a stinky ditch! Is your thigh okay? It should be amputated, right? How was the blow I gave you? You incompetent, stupid, hiding your head and showing your tail mouse!"

"The eucalyptus you made... You should recognize the madam of the red light district of Mary Street as your godmother, because the eucalyptus you made is like her stinky leather shoes, dirty, boring, and smelly!"

"You should go to the basement of the ace chemical plant and find a mouse to be your father, because what you are best at is running in and stealing dangerous chemical fuels, and you are complacent, thinking that you are the most talented thief in the world!

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Harley bared her teeth and uttered a variety of insulting words at a rapid speed.

The person on the other side was obviously anxious and shouted loudly: "It turned out to be you! You damn bitch! A little brat! You actually hid in the utility room and attacked me, almost killing me, you wait! I must let you know how powerful I am!

Finally, Harley hung up the phone angrily. Suddenly, she was stunned for a moment, slowly turned her head and looked at Schiller, who smiled at her.

"Listen to my explanation... You have to believe that I am not a rude person!... Yes, that's right, it's all because of him! He is so stupid!" Harley took two steps back and said with a fake smile.

"Sir, you really should be more enthusiastic, I came here for you." Harley suddenly lowered her voice and said: "You don't know how hard it is for me to find someone like me. My parents are dead. I haven't chatted with anyone for a long time. Can you chat with me? "

Schiller lowered his eyes and glanced at her. Harley's facial features were very delicate, and she was a beauty. At this moment, the expectation on her face was also very sincere, her eyes were clear, and her expression was simple.

But Schiller ignored what she said, and strode towards the desk. Harley behind him suddenly changed her face and stood there and shouted: "Where are you going? Come back!"

Schiller kept walking, and Harley wanted to catch up with him quickly, but Schiller opened the bottom drawer door before her, and there was a dagger inside, and a few hours ago, this place was empty.

Schiller took out the dagger and threw it on the table, making a "clang" sound. He looked at Harley and said: "Why, are you going to put your gift directly into my heart?"

Harley saw that the matter was exposed, her face sank, she twisted her mouth, and then said: "Damn heart! Only that stinky rat would want to cut a person's heart out of ignorance! "

"A killer who has lived for so many years and is still only this level of killer, he should just go back to his mother's belly!" Harley rolled her eyes and said with disdain: "Even if he works hard all his life, he is just a butcher!"

After the voice fell, Harley stared into Schiller's eyes and said: "To be honest, I'm not kidding, I really want to make friends with you."

Schiller did not answer, but silently set his eyes on the dagger on the table. Harley smiled and said: "I've only heard of your name, but I haven't seen you in person. I have to find a way to confirm whether you are not worthy of your reputation, right?"

"This is not the first time you have used this method." Schiller picked up the dagger, weighed it in his hand, and then said: "You deliberately pretended to be afraid of me in front of Bruce and Gordon, trying to arouse their suspicion of me..."

"Miss, you are really a born bad seed. "

Unexpectedly, Harley folded her arms and snorted, then said confidently: "I know that you have been tracking serial murders and are a very famous criminal psychologist, but now it seems that you are just so-so, and you are still hanging out with that group of boring ordinary people."

"Or, in fact, you are just like me, just treating them as toys?" Harley's eyes showed a hint of smile, and she said: "Mixed with ordinary people, go to school and work step by step, and see how their boring lives are destroyed in such mediocre content?"

"Or, in an emergency that will scare them, play the role of the murderer and the most innocent bystander at the same time, and appreciate your own achievements as an ordinary person?"

"Ms. Quinzel, it's too late today. I think we should go back and rest first. If there is anything, we can do it tomorrow..."

"Bang!"

The door of the office was pushed open, and Jonathan walked in with an excited look on his face. He said: "Schiller! You will never believe it! I have a good idea. It only takes a year and a half to prepare. Maybe by the end of next year, you can report it..."

Schiller quickly moved his eyes to Harley's face. Seeing Harley's puzzled expression, Schiller strode to Jonathan's side, covered his mouth, and said, "Excuse me, Miss Quinzel, this is one of my patients. He didn't take his medicine today, so he got sick. I'll send him back to the ward immediately..."

"Ding-ling-ling! Ding-ling-ling!"

Schiller turned his head to look at the phone that rang again. He let go of Jonathan, rushed over as fast as he could, picked up the phone and yelled, "Don't call again!

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After that, he hung up the phone, then walked towards Harley again, picked up her by the back of her neck, threw her out of the office, and then, holding the door frame, shouted at her, "Go back to bed!