章 1883: Chapter 1272: Lone Shadow Becomes a Pair (12)_3
"Errimu is dead, yet his death and his corpse revealed nothing to the world, they conveyed no information, created no beauty or art."
"The killer is not a serial maniac, so let the police department handle it, an investigation that lasts a year or so is fine, since he won't commit any significant crimes anyway, mediocrity that is frightening."
"And great Batman, should be doing something more meaningful."
March had already stood up from his chair, he stared fixedly at Shiller with his bloodshot eyes, Shiller was also looking at him, his eyes full of mockery and ridicule, although he didn't openly name, March already knew Shiller was insulting him to his face.
Just as March thought it was over, Shiller let out a cold laugh and said, "Yet, if just such, he is mediocre at best, but as I previously stated, he is a coward."
"What did he do? Oh, yes, he delivered two blows to the victim, when in fact the first one was already fatal; it only took time, but he didn't leave immediately, he stabbed the victim again, ending his life, was he trying to end the victim's suffering sooner?"
"No, of course not, he was afraid, hence he had to mimic the modus operandi of the previous Assassin Organization, simulating the illusion of a one-stab fatality."
Shiller started to laugh frivolously, absurdly saying: "Mr. March, can you imagine it? A murderer who is actually afraid of his own works being discovered! How absurd is that?!"
"However, it is not entirely unreasonable..." The laughter in Shiller's voice gradually faded, and when his leather shoes stepped on the stairs, they made a slight creaking sound, Shiller slowly walked down to the first floor. As he approached March, March involuntarily took a step back.
"There is never a shortage of cowards in this world, just like some people, their hearts filled with indescribable intense anger, yet they still maintained ignorance."
"Perhaps, he has to remain ignorant because he doesn't know how many eavesdropping devices Batman has installed here."
Standing in front of March, Shiller took one last look at him, then walked over and sat down on the central large sofa, leaning back comfortably, remarking: "You must be curious about the error of my youth that I referred to earlier? What cost me my social status and left me having to work for the Federal Bureau of Investigation?"
March turned to look at him, seeming to wait for an answer, but Shiller merely glanced at March's face and said, "Sorry, guests without an appointment don't exist here. All my questions and answers have nothing to do with him."
"Batman is indeed the world's greatest detective, and his greatness lies in his courtesy."
March immediately looked up suspiciously, as if every shadowy corner of this room contained a pair of fearless eyes staring at him. He retreated to the door in a flustered manner, his facial muscles involuntarily twitching.
"Yes, I have killed. I am a serial killer. My identity and file have been sealed by the Federal Bureau of Investigation. Batman, did you hear that?"
Shiller stood up again and spoke to the air, and with a trembling voice, March, standing by the door, said: "You're mad, he won't spare any criminal, he's watching here!"
"Yes, Batman, you should trust my experience. Now is the best time for you to take action, because I've deduced who this clumsy coward is, it's…"
March retreated two more steps, stumbled over the carpet, and Shiller's lip movements enlarged in his field of vision. Although no sound came out yet, he seemed to imagine the spectacle of the name landing.
The darkness brought by the Bat Cloak enveloped him, fiery eyes stared at him like torches, March took a deep breath and muttered softly: "No, no, I have a greater career, I cannot be captured…"
So, he made what he thought was a wise decision, that was to run away.
March sprinted towards the door, grabbed the door handle, and vigorously pulled it open.
The next second, with a "sizzling" sound, a strong current from the door handle coursed through his body, and the rash guest fell to the ground shaking violently.
The last image in March's blurry field of vision was a pair of spotless black shoes stepping on the dark brown floor in front of him.
Looking up, the man in a suit was tall and slender, watching him with a calm, self-contained, dignified, and elegant gaze, maintaining meticulous grace.
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