Chapter 2086 Knight's Night of Terror (30)

Chapter 2060 Knight's Night (30)

"I guess I'm not the first person to see your way of action. Where are the others?"

"They are all alive and well, Jason. You know I don't have to be the enemy of the whole world. What if you see it?"

Jason sighed and said, "Look, you know that no one can make you pay the price. I hate this complacent tone, but I know I can't either."

"You are still worried that Batman will make a mistake, not fully see through me, and then be deceived by me, so you choose to come here to contain me. Why do you think I am interested in you?"

"Because you look like this kind of person." Jason showed a complicated expression and said, "Are you completely uninterested in psychological trauma in some extreme situations?"

"So Do you admit that you have psychological trauma? "

Jason took a deep breath, as if trying to swallow back his anger, and said in a calm tone: "We are not discussing this, don't beat around the bush with me, I am saying that I will not stay here and do nothing."

Jason was about to continue speaking when his eyes fell on the stack of papers next to Schiller. He hesitated for a moment and said, "Can I see that?"

Schiller raised his eyebrows, and Jason stared at the paper with words and said, "I don't have to know what you are busy with, but I think I can get some entertainment from reading the text."

And what was far beyond Jason's expectation was that Schiller pushed the stack of papers over. Jason couldn't believe that things would be so simple. He thought it would take at least another 200 rounds for him to find some clues.

"Are you disappointed that your detective skills have nowhere to be used?" Schiller laughed and said, "There is really nothing mysterious about me. You can look through my materials, but these academic materials are probably quite boring."

"Or you can be more patient and wait until the evening, and there will be a satisfactory answer for you."

Schiller stood up and left the table, while Jason buried his head in the pile of materials and didn't even notice that he had left.

What disappointed Jason was that this was a fairly pure medical document, filled with a lot of terms that he couldn't understand, and he could only see that it was some analysis of the symptoms of neurological epilepsy caused by Creutzfeldt-Jakob disease.

The last sheet of the document had a hand-drawn lymphatic structure diagram, which could be seen that it was drawn very quickly, so it was a little sloppy, but even if Jason was not very good at anatomy, he could see that the drawing should be more accurate.

As Schiller said, reading this kind of purely academic material can no longer be said to be boring, but torture. Even Jason, who is very happy and good at reading, can't read it after reading a sheet of paper.

The information he could get from this document was that Schiller was indeed researching something as he said, and Jason had to guess that the research site should be the basement.

So what does this have to do with Batman?

Jason didn't think that Schiller was hired by Batman to research something, and there was no need at all.

Batman has some technical consultants, but they usually help him make weapons and equipment, while Batman takes care of all the research and development by himself. It sounds a bit surprising, but it is commonplace for Batman.

So if Batman wants to research something, there is no need to rely on others, and there is no need to come to this desolate island. Wouldn't it be better to do it in the well-equipped Batcave?

The most elusive thing is, what does all this have to do with him? Batman should know that he is even further away from scientists.

Sitting on the sofa thinking about all this, Jason didn't know when he fell asleep, but when he woke up, it was completely dark and the fire in the fireplace was burning.

Schiller, who had always claimed to be busy, sat down on the sofa opposite Jason and said, "Do you have time to talk, Jason?"

"Isn't that up to you? Are you done?"

"Almost." Schiller nodded and said, "Come and do some duties as a psychiatrist."

"I'm glad you haven't forgotten." Jason said sarcastically, "If this is your trick, it worked. It changed a person who insisted that he was not sick and did not need treatment, and made him wait for a day just to talk to you."

"I'm sorry, but I'm really thinking about something more important, about myself." Schiller said without hesitation.

This made Jason a little doubtful. From his previous communication with the Bat Family, it can be seen that this doctor came from another universe. So what happened in this universe that would make him think of himself?

"Do you want to talk about yourself?" Jason finally decided to take a risky step. This is an irresistible offer for any madman with a strong desire to express himself.

He might be affected, but he might also remain rational and get more information from his talk.

"Which part do you want to hear?"

Jason had to admit that he was somewhat interested, so he said, "The part about how you turned yourself into a sheep."

Schiller raised his head slightly, leaned back and said, "I can't say I'm surprised by this. People who see this are very interested in it."

"Did you tell them?"

"Jason." Schiller obviously chose his words carefully. He said, "Some people don't have the patience to listen to it, and some people don't dare to listen to it."

"I won't be either one." Jason said firmly, "I have plenty of patience and I won't be afraid."

"But you might resort to violence."

"Why?"

"The process is obviously not as beautiful as you think." Schiller folded his fingers together and said, "People are struggling in trauma and then growing up."

"Do you want to tell me about your trauma?"

"I think you misunderstood."

At this moment, Jason held his breath. He saw the bright colors blooming on the suit, completely attracting his attention, and Schiller seemed to have changed.

"I am usually the trauma of others."

Run, run, run!

This is what Jason's instinct told him. At this moment, he regretted it. He shouldn't have turned the key of the spring half a circle more. Wouldn't it be better to just look at the side with soft wool?

Schiller's tone changed. It was no longer slow, but with a sense of focused power, which made it impossible to block out this sound. Even if you didn't pay attention, it would still go into your ears.

"Jason, you are being chased and feeling the fear of others in the process of fleeing in a hurry. It's still not the deepest valley that a lamb can fall into."

Jason couldn't help but be attracted. He knew it was dangerous. He knew it better than anyone, but he wanted to listen.

"You are lucky. You didn't show any talent before you had the power to protect yourself. Otherwise, you would know that there is an animal that is the common enemy of wolves and sheep, presidents and shepherds."

"What is that?"

"Venomous snake, because his venom kills in one shot, and no one dares to bet." Schiller said meaningfully: "When you have venom, you only have two choices left, live in fear forever, or bring fear to others."

Jason knew what Schiller chose.

"Death can end the crimes of the wolves, but they will not repent. The firm and powerful screams before death will still bring unimaginable panic to the sheep, making them feel uneasy and paranoid for the rest of their lives."

"You must defeat the ridiculous pride of all those who dare to manipulate you, make them bow down, and hand over the ideology they have insisted on for half their lives to you, so that you can trample on them, just to enjoy the death you give with gratitude, and then you can truly end those spiritual disasters."

Schiller stood up, and Jason's body was tightly pressed against the back of the sofa. He didn't move until Schiller walked to his side. At this moment, he knew that Schiller was right.

Facing the lion in the room, some people can still fight to the death, but if the venomous snake entrenched on the ground has a venom that can kill with one blow, it is better to stay still.

Schiller walked behind Jason, pressed his shoulder with his hand, bent down and said to him: "Next, describe what you saw, tell me it completely."

Just when Jason was tense, a needle pierced his neck, and Jason smelled the breath of fear.

The pupils dilated instantly, and he instinctively said: "No..."

Jason returned to the small room again, his hands were hung on the roof, and his body was covered with wounds.

"Who are you?" The voice that frightened him asked.

"I am Jason..."

Pain! Severe pain! Unbearable pain.

"What did you see?" Schiller's voice came vaguely, Jason felt that he had no strength to answer, but he felt that his neck was strangled, and the murderer was waiting for his answer.

Jason kicked his legs weakly, trying to pull his mind away and said: "The Joker asked me my name... I... answered, and he left a scar on me."

"Go on."

"He asked again, another scar."

"Does it hurt?"

"Of course."

"He said Batman forgot me... I refuted him... Bleeding, a lot of blood... He asked me to read the newspaper... There was Robin on it... Heh..."

Jason looked like he was really suffocating. Schiller relaxed his arms a little, and he gasped and said: "He peeled off my skin... The newspaper... On the wound..."

"What's next?"

Jason couldn't say anything, Schiller tightened his arms around his neck again, Jason continued to kick his legs, but he couldn't break free, he breathed for a long time, and finally said.

"He wanted me... to remember his name... The Joker... The letter J..."

Schiller suddenly let go of his arms, Jason rushed forward, knocked over the coffee table, and fell to the ground.

Schiller walked over and stuffed two pills into his mouth. Jason lay there gasping for breath for a long time.

Schiller squatted down beside him and said, "You haven't forgotten, Jason. You remember the fear that the clown brought to you clearly."

"You know, even without the fear gas, you will dream about him every night for the rest of your life, how he tortured you, how he brought you pain and fear."

"Jason, what if Batman killed the Joker? Can he erase your memory? Can he erase the harm you have suffered?"

"Do you think he can watch you spend the rest of your life in pain with peace of mind? You know he can't, Jason, you know."

Jason trembled and clenched his fists. Schiller grabbed his hair, turned his face to himself and said, "You want to say that he didn't even take the first step for you, didn't even avenge you, and didn't agree with your views with his actions."

"Not so, Jason, his change is quite amazing, just skipping those unimportant red tape... You really have to come and see."

After that, in Jason's horrified eyes, Schiller pulled up his 200-pound strong body with one hand, grabbed Jason's neck through the living room, walked down the stairs, dragged him to the door of the basement, and threw him to the ground.

Jason felt dizzy when he fell to the ground, but as usual, he did not feel any hostility from Schiller. Schiller did not attack him, so what was he doing?

Through the light from the crack in the basement door, Jason saw a sharp and thin face with green hair, pale skin and a big red mouth.

The Joker laughed at him through the crack in the door.

In another blink, it was not the Joker, without the Joker's exaggerated makeup, but just a strange man lying on the ground.

What made Jason mistaken was that the strange man had the same smile on his face as the Joker. He closed his eyes, but the smile seemed to be engraved on his face.

Yay, the door of the basement was pushed open, and Jason, who was lying on the ground, saw Schiller walked in, picked up the man and put him on an operating table.

"His name is Henry, he is the new Joker. Batman caught him and handed him to me."

Jason was so shocked that he lay there stiffly and could not move, while Schiller stood in front of the operating table and looked down at him, his face completely immersed in the shadow.

"Jason, come here. Cut him open, or I'll cut you open."

Fright Night is coming!