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Bruce didn't expect that after tormenting each other for four years with Schiller, Schiller's level of perversion could still refresh his understanding. This was no longer a matter of morality or law; Bruce felt somewhat bewildered for the first time.

Did Schiller want to change Bruce? Of course, because if he didn't change Bruce, he couldn't escape the fate of revolving around Batman.

If Batman didn't change completely, he might have to torment Batman for more than twenty years. So, of course, he had to take advantage of Batman's youth to make him less annoying.

So, did Bruce want to change Schiller? Also, of course, Bruce wanted to punish every criminal. But what if his friend was also a criminal?

This question has already been answered in the original comic. Batman never gave up on saving Two-Face Harvey Dent. When Two-Face's condition worsened and he did something illegal, Batman felt very guilty and couldn't even face him.

For people close to him, Batman tended to save them and lead them onto the right path, like he did with Two-Face and Catwoman, instead of simply throwing them into prison like he did with other criminals.

Batman had always wanted to change his teacher, Schiller, but he hadn't taken any action before mainly because he hadn't graduated yet. After all, Batman was a normal person with a conscience; he couldn't just beat up his teacher when he hadn't finished his homework or passed his exams, could he?

As for more gentle methods that didn't involve violence, Batman hadn't really considered them. For someone whose daily job was to delve into others' minds and persuade them, the ultimate result was that he talked himself into sickness.

After returning from hell, Batman's thinking underwent a significant change. Therefore, when dealing with certain criminals, he had advantages he didn't have before. At this point, he believed he could start to change Schiller.

After participating in an internship at a mental hospital, Batman understood that the majority of mental illness patients were very unhappy. No one wanted to live a life of such unpredictability and lack of control.

Batman could actually see that Schiller's desire to become a normal person was actually his way of seeking treatment actively. It's just that because he was a psychologist himself, he couldn't find anyone better to treat him.

Batman felt that he had a responsibility to free Schiller from this suffering. Perhaps this process would be long, but Batman had plenty of perseverance and determination. However, the prerequisite was that Schiller had the potential to be saved and the desire to change.

Batman had seen the pathological side of Schiller in Metropolis before. At that time, the madness he displayed was similar to other vicious criminals Batman had encountered.

But now he understood that it was only because they hadn't spent enough time together, and Schiller hadn't had enough space to show his true self.

Even though Batman's moral requirements for Schiller had been lowered to the point where he just needed to be a person, it was obvious that the Schiller in front of him once again crossed his bottom line. Compared to humans, he was more like a monster.

A calm, silent, self-contained, independent monster who didn't need treatment and didn't accept change.

"You don't have to feel so nervous," Schiller looked at Bruce and shook his head, saying, "In this world, the bony parts of the majority of vertebrates should taste the best."

"Because they don't move often, they don't become too tough due to muscle overuse, but because of the presence of bones, they don't accumulate too much fat either. They're not too greasy."

Schiller didn't specify which animal he was talking about, but according to common sense, he should be referring to pigs, cows, or sheep. However, no one present could understand it in the direction of common sense.

Schiller continued to cut the meat on the plate with a knife and fork, but he didn't eat anymore. He continued, "Perhaps it's also because of this, the chef chose to grill ribs. But he doesn't have much confidence in his own cooking skills, so he can only burn the meat to make it difficult to discern the type."

"But I think he's just projecting himself onto others," Schiller said with a slight shake of his head. "How many people have seen human ribs? Even if he directly served a whole human rib bone, everyone here would just marvel at how many varieties of pigs there are nowadays."

Everyone watching Schiller had unpleasant expressions because they knew Schiller was stating facts. But soon, they realized, and one lady in a formal dress looked at Schiller and said, "Instead of saying we're abnormal, it's more accurate to say that you, who can discern such a difference, are abnormal, isn't it?"

"I didn't say you're abnormal," Schiller glanced at her and said, "I'm a psychologist, and I'm using my professional knowledge to provide you with more choices for your actions against the murderer."

Bruce took a deep breath. He knew he had to prioritize now. No matter how terrifying Schiller was, this case wasn't about him. He had to figure out what was going on with the killer on TV first.

So, he placed his hands on the desktop and looked at Schiller across from him, saying, "What does this mean? Does it mean he's an insecure person?"

Schiller continued to use his knife and fork to separate the meat on the plate, which looked very dry. It seemed like a ritual, but Bruce felt it was just his bored pastime.

"He's projecting himself, thinking you all are like him, with a full understanding of the different forms of animal limbs, and he also thinks you all instinctively doubt everything around you, checking the details of all objects, observing the food on the plate for half an hour before starting to eat," Schiller said, turning his head slightly towards the TV.

"To the mysterious gentleman in your poem, you described those greedy people who plunder food as pigs, and those who prevent you from retaliating against them are not truly kind, they just want to become pigs too, so they don't allow anyone to slaughter these pigs wantonly."

"We don't need any more complicated metaphors. The 'pigs' in your mouth are actually the rich people who occupy the resources of the majority society, and the officials who wield the power of life and death. And those who stop you from killing these people are actually the police, or even vigilantes."

Schiller meditated slowly on the theme of the murderer's crime, and it seemed that the murderer on the TV could really hear him speaking. Another voice came from the television: "So, Professor, what are your thoughts on this?"

"Some people previously believed that the two cases you have dealt with have similarities to previous serial murder cases. But actually, serial murder cases with the theme of organs are not uncommon. The key is what core spirit gives them their motives."

"The extra attention serial killers give to human organs often arises from two reasons: love or hate."

"Many murderers are obsessed with certain organs of the human body, they have a hobby of collecting them. So they kill people, take away those organs, to enrich their collections."

Everyone present felt a chill. Jason shivered and hugged his arms, rubbing them up and down. He looked at Tim and said, "That's really sick, isn't it?"

But as he glanced at Tim's profile, he found that this handsome and very intelligent young man was looking attentively at Schiller, listening to him seriously.

Jason turned his head to look at Bruce again, and Bruce's expression was exactly the same as Tim's. Jason felt even colder.

"There is another type of murderer, they hate a certain organ of the human body, killing a person just for the destruction of that organ, so that a person's body can never be presented in a complete state again, only forever incomplete."

"Which type do you think I am?" a voice came from the television.

"This brings us back to the previous question," Schiller continued to cut the meat on the plate, and the subtle sound of the blade slicing through the flesh made people shudder.

"You think that those vested interest holders and those who support them are greedy, willing to overeat and not willing to share food with others, just like pigs."

"You kill them, take their organs, not out of love or hate, but simply because you want to tell them that they are pigs, and you are the butcher."

"You can slaughter them at will, and take away any part of their organs to cook, just like every butcher does with the meat in their hands."

As Schiller finished speaking, the image on the television turned into static, before anyone sitting at the dining table could breathe a sigh of relief, another scene appeared again, this time, the background of the scene became darker, seeming to be in a workshop.

What made everyone shudder was that in the background of the scene, many iron hooks hung human limbs, there were hands, feet, and some parts of skin that were not easily identifiable, but Bruce keenly noticed that there were no internal organs among them.

"Professor, I must acknowledge that I was a bit hasty in my previous evaluation of you. Your expertise in psychology is indeed surprising."

With the sound slowly echoing, a figure appeared on the screen.

He was wearing a white lab coat commonly worn in laboratories, with a pig's head on his head, holding a long knife in his hand, calmly peeling the skin off the right elbow of a person in front of the camera.

And Schiller was still cutting something on the plate, the steak knife occasionally touching the plate, making a faint crisp sound.

All the ordinary people trapped between these two top serial killers could do nothing but shiver.

"You can call me V, of course, I don't mind if you call me by my name, Laszlo Valentin, or, call me the Pig-faced Professor."

A series of low voices came, the knife piercing the skin, cutting the resilient surface, exposing the muscles underneath, the Pig-faced Professor's actions were without any hesitation when he started, as if he had repeated it countless times.

"When I was young, I was just a pig raised in a pigsty. My father was an ordinary surveyor who was falsely accused and died in prison for a construction quality accident. My mother was also searching for evidence on the road and died from a falling rock on the 26th Rooftop."

"When I saw their bodies, the world seemed much quieter than before. Later I found out that sudden deafness made me permanently lose hearing in one ear, and because of this, I was sent to a special education school."

"I got into the best chemistry department in the world with my talent, but I became the only scapegoat in a major exam cheating case, and just before the trial began, I permanently lost my right eye."

"So, I remained silent, letting this prison disaster destroy my life." His tone gradually lowered, whispering, continuing:

"But perhaps, it also reconstructed my life."

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