Chapter 1917 U: Beyond the Big Event (Twenty-One)

The lunch started at 10:00 a.m., which seemed a bit early, but since it was a welcoming banquet, it was inevitable to greet the guests at the table, wait for the guests to be seated, and wait for the dishes to be served. After this set of procedures, it was almost time for dinner.

Schillerka went downstairs at 10:00 a.m., and some people had gathered in the living room. But each of them wore a black suit with a dark gray tie, and there was no metal decoration on his body. The black matched the atmosphere of the whole manor very well.

Schiller wore a dark brown three-piece suit with a dark blue paisley silk tie. There was also a very shining golden hummingbird brooch in the center of his suit pocket, which stood out in the crowd like a peacock with its tail spread.

The expressions of the people in the hall immediately became a little strange. If I had to describe it, it was more like a hidden gloating, as if they had mastered some common secret and were happy to see people who didn't know the secret fall for it.

Schiller didn't look at any of them. He just walked straight to the door of the dining room in the living room, looked inside, and then greeted the waiter at the door.

Then Batman came down. He was wearing a dark blue suit, a dark gold tie, and a small emblem in the middle. Unfortunately, it was just a seagull, not a bat.

He took off his mask, his hair was scattered on his forehead, his stubble was not completely shaved, but some was retained, and his collar was not completely straightened. In general, he was more inclined to casual formal wear, looking very young and fashionable.

The gloating mood in everyone's eyes became stronger.

When Batman and Natasha from the main universe walked down hand in hand, they were completely silent.

If there is a person in this world who is most suitable for black, it must be Batman. The black suit is another set of battle robes for him. The oppression from the Gotham Dark Knight has not been reduced in the slightest by changing into formal clothes.

He wore a pure black suit and a black tie with a wide dark pattern. His muscles perfectly supported the suit. The domineering aura between his eyebrows made people look away wherever he looked.

Natasha wore a slightly conservative dress. Slightly conservative is for herself. At least this dress did not show her back and was not a deep V. It was a large dress with a European waist and pleated skirt. With the shawl, it only showed a little chest.

But it still couldn't hide the extremely hot figure of the female agent. The group of people in the hall who were dressed conservatively and looked solemn, each of them took a few more glances at the lady next to him while looking at Batman.

Bei Bat had already walked to the porch not far from Schiller. He heard Schiller saying, "So that's it. I misunderstood. So the boy in the hallway is your son?"

"Yes, that's Master Henry. He is the second son of the Nichlet family. The eldest son is Master Owen, but he is ill recently. The one you saw going crazy is the third daughter Isabel, and she has a younger sister Sherlock. These are all the children of the Nichlet family."

Schiller sighed and said, "I'm ashamed. I came too hastily and didn't ask about your son's condition in detail. Otherwise, I might ask my classmates and teachers to help diagnose one or two."

But at this time, the expression of the male servant seemed He said vaguely, "Of course, of course medical experts have come, but... I don't mean that, sir, you and your friends are all very kind people."

"I don't understand what you mean." Schiller looked at the butler with some doubts and said, "Is the eldest young master's disease contagious? But as long as the isolation measures are taken..."

"No, if it is an infectious disease, the lady would have dealt with it long ago and would not have invited you here. He just..." The butler looked around and lowered his voice and said, "He may have been frightened by the crazy third lady, or it may be..."

Just then, the butler's voice came from a distance. The butler turned his head in horror and ran away.

"Very strange, isn't it?" Bei Bat walked up and first looked at Schiller's dress, and said jokingly, "I didn't expect you to have a unique taste in suits."

The moment Schiller turned his head, Bei Bat's second half of the sentence was choked back. He saw some unfriendly emotions in the pair of desolate gray glasses.

But it disappeared quickly, so quickly that Bat felt that he might have hallucinated, and another strange intuition made him take a step back and say, "Sorry, I mean, the brooch is nice."

Schiller's expression did not change, but Bat felt that the atmosphere around him became relaxed.

This face did not seem real, Bat thought, it was just like a perfect and gorgeous human skin, but if a creature needed a human skin, then what was he?

A kind of curiosity made Bat's heart beat a little faster, and Batman and Natasha, who both had the ability to calculate heart rate from a distance, stopped in the hallway instantly.

"He's finished, I said." Natasha approached Batman, and Batman did not refuse. The female agent continued, "He became curious about Schiller, which is exactly the most fatal."

Batman turned his head to look at Natasha, then looked at Schiller and said, "I feel that he is a little strange, is it my illusion?"

It sounds like a question, but it is not. Batman would say this, which proves that he already has the exact answer. He recalled the scene he saw in Schiller's thinking tower. Could this be one of them? Which one is it?

Natasha also felt a little strange, but the next second she looked at Schiller with exploratory eyes, Schiller turned around, and Natasha grabbed Batman instantly as if she had been stung.

"No matter who he is, I bet he's not a fuel-efficient person." Natasha tugged on Batman's suit sleeve and said, "We have to find the murderer quickly, otherwise it will be all over."

As soon as Batman opened his mouth to say something, Natasha interrupted him and said: "I know you want to save everyone here, I have no problem with that, and I am willing to do my best to cooperate, because I know that you alone are capable , and it’s completely enough to achieve this goal, so I listen to you.”

"But I advise you not to have too much hope." Natasha sighed and said: "The three of us can only watch one person at the same time. Don't get me wrong, I mean to watch Schiller. As for the murder arranged by the organizer, Demon...at least he is among your protection targets now."

"Who do you think he will be?" This is a real question, but it is actually a pun. It is not only asking who the murderer arranged by the organizer is, but also asking who Schiller's new personality is.

"You have seen that high tower, right? You may not know that the elevator in the high tower can lead to the underground, and there is a place called the abyss there..."

Natasha briefly introduced to Batman what she saw and heard underground in Schiller's tower, and after coughing twice, she said: "I saw one of them, and the lesson I learned is, never do anything to anyone. Schiller has no interest in any aspect, no curiosity, no desire to know, that’s it.”

"So what happened in the end?" Batman asked her about the result of her fight with the other Schiller.

"Both of us are dead." Natasha shrugged and said, "Have you ever seen a fish killed? He cut open my abdominal cavity and almost all the internal organs fell out. I shot him twice. One shot hit the heart."

Batman silently let go of Natasha's hand and took a step to the side.

"If you dare to say that I am not your protector, I will not help you save people."

Batman moved back silently.

On the other hand, as Natasha said, Beiba became very interested in the slightly unfamiliar Schiller.

Just like every smart person, they always feel that they can guess enough information from the opponent's few actions. They feel that they have only scratched the surface and will not go deep, and there is no need to go deep.

This is the case when dealing with most other people, but Schiller is like an endless mystery. Whenever some information is revealed in his words, more secrets worth exploring will be revealed.

"You have changed so much." Bei Bat smiled and said, "I often hear people say that doctors always have two faces. They are not as patient in life as they are in the clinic."

"That's right." Schiller nodded, then took out a pocket square from his suit pocket, wiped his hands gently and said, "But I don't go into the consulting room, Mr. Wayne, I'm a surgeon."

Beibao's eyes widened in surprise. He looked at Schiller again and said, "Do you have a surgical license? And you also have a psychiatrist's license?"

"Yes, and they all have working experience."

"Why?"

"Sorry, what?"

Beibat changed his posture, adjusted the hem of his suit and said: "I mean either you changed from a surgeon to a psychiatrist, or you changed from a psychiatrist to a surgeon. I think the former is more likely. , then why are you doing this?”

"You're right. What I mean is that doctors usually have two faces, and you can understand my situation as more pathological."

After Bei Bat was stunned for a moment, he opened his mouth slightly and said, "You have two personalities? Split personality?"

“Dissociative Identity Disorder.”

"Oh my god." Beiba couldn't help but look at Schiller again, frowned and said, "I remember that there must be a trigger for split personality. Have you been stimulated by anything?"

Schiller opened his mouth slightly, and then his eyes fell on Beiba's eyes. After a moment of silence, he said, "An operation."

Then Beibat finished brainstorming the plot of almost three seasons of the medical drama, and then he said: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to mention this."

But at this time, Schiller folded a square towel and said with a smile: "You want to hear this, right? A certain well-known surgeon swore never to set foot in the operating room again because of the failure of a certain operation. Sir, this I’m afraid it will only appear in movies.”

"The opportunity was indeed an operation, but I had been mentally prepared for it. This was not a mental trauma, but more like a cluster of waves erupting from the surface of an earthquake at the bottom of the sea."

Bei Bat was stunned by this metaphor, but he still asked instinctively: "What kind of surgery?"

"Complete the Fontan circulation for children with congenital heart disease. Yes, it is the picture in the pediatric cardiac textbook."

Bei Bat's expression suddenly became serious. He stretched out a hand, shook Schiller's hand vigorously and said, "I didn't expect you to be a great cardiac surgeon. Can you tell me the specific situation?"

"There is nothing to talk about about the operation." Schiller sighed softly, shook his head and said: "There are three stages of this kind of operation, all of which are completed on the hearts of young children. Even if the operation is perfectly successful, the survival rate The rate is only about 70%.”

"You may think I made a mistake during this operation, but on the contrary, every doctor and nurse did their best, but the child died three days after the operation."

"What a tragedy." Beibao sighed.

"But the fundamental reason is not poor recovery." Schiller said again.

"What is that?" Bei Bat frowned.

"While the child was still under observation, his parents had some property disputes and decided to divorce. In order to fight for custody and inheritance rights, the child was forcibly taken away on the third day."

Beibao opened his eyes wide, but anger still flashed through his eyes, but then he said.

"Is this why you chose to be a psychiatrist?"

Schiller finally put the folded handkerchief back into his suit pocket and said.

"That's why I chose Batman, he won't give up on any of his children."

Natasha stared at Batman beside her, whose eyes were gradually getting straighter, and her expression began to become more and more desperate.