Chapter 2085: Knight's Night of Terror (Twenty-Nine)

Chapter 2059 Knight's Night of Horror (Twenty-nine)

This action activated all of Jason's self-defense mechanisms. After he shivered on the spot, he almost jumped out like a meerkat.

But soon he looked at Schiller doubtfully, because he did not read sympathy in Schiller's body language and eyes.

He often felt this kind of emotion in people like Schiller, including the Wayne family's personal doctor, Batman's technical advisor, and occasionally Alfred.

It was so strange, Jason thought, Schiller was not here to hurt him, nor was he here to treat him out of sympathy, so what was he here for?

So he stopped at the stairwell, and Schiller took out a small square plastic bag from his pocket, which contained two small round pills.

"Sedatives, you'll need them."

"Don't be ridiculous, Batman won't let me take drugs."

"Not any kind on the market, harmless to the body." Schiller explained: "There is almost no euphoria, so it won't be addictive."

"Are you mistaken?!" Jason almost roared, "You even persuaded Batman to get me alone on an isolated desert island, and then the first measure you took was to seduce me like the worst drug dealer to paralyze my brain with drugs?!"

"It seems I have to tell you the necessity of doing this." Schiller sighed and took out another injection from his pocket.

Jason keenly noticed the scarecrow mark on the injection, he stared at the injection with wide eyes and said: "Fear gas?"

"Its concentrate, and I applied it on my handkerchief."

Jason instinctively took a step back.

"Not for you." Schiller shook his head and said, "I said, I have to do this, and the reason is not you. You should know that I have many opportunities to give you a shot directly."

"Am I surprised that you didn't?"

"Not funny, Jason." Schiller shook his head helplessly and said, "If I want to torture you with fear gas, then I'm afraid I don't need to get Batman's consent. There is always a chance, right?"

Jason couldn't refute it, because now probably the whole world knows that he was kidnapped by the Joker and imprisoned for a year.

He leaned on the armrest cautiously, grabbed the armrest with his other arm, and used his front hand to take the small pill package with his body sideways.

"God, if Batman saw this scene, he would definitely throw me into a drug rehabilitation center." Jason still took the small pill.

"For the sake of rigor, by the way, do you have a history of taking similar drugs?"

"I don't take drugs!!!" Jason roared again.

Schiller laughed. It was obviously another tease, but it was harmless. He still emphasized: "This is actually a mixture. It contains a certain amount of sedative ingredients, but not much. It is mainly to match other ingredients."

"What is the effect?"

"It can temporarily immunize against the fear gas, and it will not have any effect on your thinking and reason." Schiller comforted the gray fog in his heart, and then said: "A strange creature that drinks the fear gas as wine secretes resistance enzymes, some sedatives, and extremely small amounts of anesthetics, usually for neutralization."

Jason was a little hesitant, and he asked: "Can I trust you?"

"Your excellent talent for sensing collective emotions can also be used on me "How did it tell you?"

"That's why I feel strange." Jason was confused. He took a deep breath and said, "It told me that you are a sheep, dressed more gorgeously than ordinary people, usually walking in front of the flock, strong, knowledgeable, gentle, and an excellent savior."

"Am I not?"

"Normally, such a person can't convince Batman. How can you walk to him on all fours and talk to him with a bleating voice, and still make him believe what you say?"

Schiller finally showed his first sincere smile today, and looked at Jason with smiling eyes and said, "I can do it. Do you want to learn?"

Jason's Adam's apple rolled hard.

He stood on the second step of the stairs and stared at Schiller's back. Wool, wool, wool, sheepskin, mutton, lamb ribs, there was no flaw at all. How did he do it?

Until Schiller's back disappeared from his sight, Jason turned around and walked upstairs with an unsatisfied look, pinching the two small pills at the same time.

Walking back to the attic, Jason found that it was extremely cramped. Half of the room was covered by the roof that was tilted down, which was not suitable for his tall body.

So he lay down on the bed, and in front of him was the skylight that was also tilted, which made him feel better.

He took the two small pills in front of him and observed them through the bag. There was no dosage, but "2" would not be a coincidence. Either two pills at a time, or twice a day.

Jason couldn't accept that he was affected by the fear gas, so he decided to take a risk. He also knew that even if it was some kind of drug, the dosage of these two pills was not enough to cause addiction, and Schiller should not have needed to poison him to death with a strong poison.

So Jason opened the bag and swallowed two pills at once, lying on the bed and thinking about this long night.

He didn't know when he fell asleep, but when he woke up, the dusk coastline was sparkling, gentle and peaceful, and comfortable, unlike Gotham.

Jason turned over in bed, opened his arms, and sat up after lying sluggishly for a while.

To his surprise, his headache was gone, the hazy hallucinations disappeared, and the memories that flashed from time to time became very vague, just like a normal person.

When he sat up, he was thinking about whether he had a dream, and the conclusion he came to was no, or maybe he had forgotten it.

Jason picked up the bag of small pills thrown on the ground and put it back in his pocket. When he returned to the Batcave, he would use the most advanced equipment to test the ingredients of this thing. I hope it is not a placebo.

As soon as he reached the stairs, Jason smelled a strong fragrance. It did not contain butter, so it was not so greasy, but it was enough to arouse appetite.

When he went downstairs, he found Schiller already sitting at the dining table. He was sketching something on paper with a pen. There was a sandwich next to him. This aroma was probably caused by fried eggs in olive oil.

Jason swallowed his saliva. Perhaps it was the side effect of the strange parasite. He didn't feel hungry, but human appetite is uncontrollable.

"Are you awake? It seems that I have controlled the amount of medicine well. There is another sandwich in the insulated box next to it, and there are fried eggs in the pot with a green lid."

Schiller moved his chair forward so that his arms could write better. He said, "There is too much work to do, so I want to eat something simple. If you think this is not enough, there are ingredients in the refrigerator and you can make it yourself."

"I'm not hungry." Although Jason said this, he still went to get the sandwich. It looked like a semi-finished product customized by a high-end restaurant. It used the best ham and the tomato slices were also very fresh.

As soon as the lid of the pot was opened, the steaming scrambled eggs came with a strong aroma. Jason really couldn't imagine how high-quality chickens could lay such fragrant eggs.

He quickly scooped out the egg, put it in a sandwich, and put the sandwich in the microwave. While turning the microwave button, he asked, "I saw that the basement door is locked."

"Yes, I put some sundries there, which might trip you, so don't go in recently."

"Is this the kind of warning you said that I will pay the price if I violate it?"

When Jason turned to look at Schiller, Schiller also turned to look at him. Schiller shook his head and said, "First of all, this is not a warning, but just advice. Secondly, I never said that you will pay the price if you violate certain advice. My wording is..."

"You just embellished your meaning. You are all good at this." Jason sat opposite Schiller with a sandwich and said, "Do you think every conversation between Batman and me is full of anger? In fact, on the contrary, he often speaks earnestly and sometimes even gently. This is the real reason why I am not popular in the Bat Family. It seems that I have failed him."

"For so many years Since then, you have not changed. "After the first sandwiched," Jason bit the first sandwiched, staring at Schiller's eyes and said, "It is not the fence that is not a fence with a soft and expensive silk ribbon. We have even compromised to the fence, so don't ask too much." The biggest reason for the incompatibility is that you have an amazing revolution. "" I don't think I need a revolutionary. "Jason bit a big bite and said," I have made my choice, I didn't go to the fence, I chose to run out by myself. These words made their opinions, and Jason deliberately provoked: "You know I will go to the basement, right? Go tonight." "You can't get in." "You don't think I can't bump the door?" It was unexpected that Siller thought it for several minutes. "Well, the door of the basement shouldn't stop you. Maybe I should try another way."

"If I say I want to know the real content of your work..."

"I can't tell you now." Schiller flatly refused him and said, "Later, it's not a bad thing."

Jason frowned deeply. He felt that Schiller was lying to him, but he couldn't find any trace of lying.

But he still felt that this was unlikely. There were too many weird things about Schiller. Batman could hardly choose such a person to cooperate with, let alone give him any important work.

And, it was still on a remote and uninhabited deserted island, almost unmonitored and unable to be rescued, and, and with himself.

Jason felt that his mind was clearer, but he still couldn't analyze where the problem was, but he knew that if Schiller didn't tell him, he could only change other conditions.

"What can I do here?" Jason asked.

Schiller pondered for a moment and said, "As you can see, the decoration here is simple... very simple by my standards. There are no books or newspapers for you to read, and no discs or game consoles to kill time."

"I can leave..."

"You know I can't, and neither can I." Schiller had walked to Jason's side and put a cup of coffee in front of him and said, "Obviously it all depends on Batman."

"If Batman thinks so, he's wrong." Jason picked up the cup and said deeply, "You're letting him think so, but you actually have your own purpose."

"He thinks the sheep's thinking is too easy for him to understand, so he missed some important parts, which would be fatal."

"It's not that serious, Jason." Schiller sat back and said, "You worry too much. Even the claws you installed later can easily break through my defense, right?"

"You make everyone think so, powerful, knowledgeable, gentle, and I didn't say it but it's particularly important. What is harmless? "" But you are not really harmless. "Jason stared at Schiller:" You have exquisite control and can precisely show someone to someone. " The victims, you are so humble and easy -going, but you are suspected. With your social status, you can easily expel someone from the center of the circle and make him be hit. " You will be invisible. "" Jason put his hands on the table with both hands, stood up and said, "If they tried to dismantle, they would only humiliate themselves. If they were cracking violence, you got a big meal."