Chapter 2042: Knight's Horrifying Night (Twenty-Six)
"It's just that he can't sit down and talk to me for the time being because of his mundane affairs, but it doesn't matter. I said that he would be more interested in the conversation between the two of us, so he would definitely listen to the monitoring device attentively.
"I will solve the problem of Batman first. Come and help me fix the microphone, and you can leave."
Jason was skeptical. After hesitating for a few seconds, he walked towards Schiller and said as he walked: "You know there is no point in attacking me, right? You can't win."
"As a doctor, I usually don't choose to attack anyone." Schiller acted a little helpless. He said: "I assure you that Batman has not approached me, and you don't have to worry about him attacking you from a distance. "
Jason's pace quickened a little. They were not far apart. They could walk only four or five steps. But the closer he got to Schiller, the more oppressive he felt.
It was a feeling that was hard to describe in words. It was as if he was walking towards a beast, but when he looked at it, it seemed to be just an illusion.
The paisley pattern on the tie was a little too complicated, which made him dizzy. Jason had to turn his eyes away, but the stripes on the suit were not much better. They kept twisting and deforming in Jason's field of vision, making him feel top-heavy.
Take another step, and those hateful cashew patterns and thick and thin stripes became more eye-catching, but the distance between the two was already destined. If he didn't want to look at these things, Jason's angle of turning his head would be too unnatural. He definitely didn't want Schiller to Sensing that he was retreating.
So he looked up at Schiller's face, and the most eye-catching thing on Schiller's face was his gray eyes.
Jason stared at Schiller's eyes and took another step forward. Some pictures flashed before his eyes.
A pair of slender and powerful hands holding a shining needle slowly approached the field of vision, getting closer and closer.
The most frightening thing is not the pain of the needle piercing the eyeball, but the infinitely long approaching process. The pain that has been inflicted can be endured by a strong heart, but the pain that has not yet been inflicted cannot.
Nothing can resist this fear. The fear of human beings when seeing torture instruments is greater than the pain they feel when they are in real pain.
Jason felt suffocated. As he took another step forward, another picture flashed by, the dissected Arm muscles, broken bones, they are tangled together and become disgusting.
Another fear brought by torture is that after experiencing irreparable damage, they still need to drag their scarred, ugly and broken bodies, carrying those humiliating and painful memories, to finish their not-so-long lives.
The fear brought to humans by such associations is much stronger than the pain inflicted at the time.
Jason felt that the J-shaped scar on his face began to bring him some unbearable pain, and suddenly some eyes and gazes became specific in his memories.
When he took off the mask, how did Nightwing look at him, shocked, sympathetic, disgusted and ridiculed? Of course, there is also Robin who replaced him. He must be the happiest person, right?
How could Batman accept a man who had been killed by the Joker? A prisoner as an assistant? He doubted everything in this world, so how could he not doubt that he had told the Joker his secret?
Why didn't the Joker kill him? What did he sell out to survive?
Everyone would think so, the dead were heroes, and the survivors were traitors.
Instinctively taking a step forward again, Jason saw a pair of shiny leather shoes and two legs in straight suit pants.
He felt himself lying on the ground on all fours, and when the other party took a step back, he took a step forward, like a dog wagging its tail to beg for food.
Yes, this is the last step of this kind of torture to destroy the will, which will make them realize what they have given up and what they have become in order to live.
Let them understand that from now on, they will just live, not live as a person.
Intense fear engulfed Jason, and Schiller's voice seemed to come from the distant horizon.
"Are you okay? Jason, maybe it would be a better choice to call Batman directly..."
Schiller turned around and put the equipment in his hand on the table next to him. Suddenly, Jason rushed over like crazy to grab the recorder and micro microphone in Schiller's hand.
Schiller instinctively raised his arm and took a step back. Jason roared at him: "Give it to me! Give it to me!"
Schiller's arm was grabbed by Jason, and then Jason used his other hand to grab all the recorder lines and microphones and threw them heavily on the ground.
With a "pop", all the equipment turned into fragments.
Schiller put down his arm, stood there helplessly, looked at Jason and said: "You know there is more than one recording device here, right? It is meaningless and very rude to do this. I hope you can stop your violent behavior immediately, Jason."
Jason turned around and strode towards the door, and said in a hoarse voice that suppressed some intense emotions: "Drive! Let's go to that house!"
Schiller stood there expressionlessly watching Jason walk out, and after his figure disappeared at the door, Schiller slowly pulled out the handkerchief from his pocket with one hand.
There were some wet marks at the bottom of the handkerchief. Schiller spread the soft handkerchief on his hand and took out an injection from his trouser pocket.
More liquid dripped onto the handkerchief that had just dried a little, and Schiller muttered to himself: "No, Gray Fog, this is not wine, you can't drink it, it's just a concentrated solution of fear gas."
Jason, who rushed all the way out of the Batcave, had never had such a high respect for the cool morning breeze in Gotham. He took a deep breath and recalled his actions just now.
At the last moment, he didn't go crazy, but suddenly woke up. Jason's reason had already told him that he was just a nobody, but Batman was very important.
Whether it's the Joker, Scarecrow, or Penguin, when they harm the Bat Family, they don't essentially have any grudge against the Robins, but just to use them to blackmail Batman.
No matter what a supercriminal did to someone close to Batman, the target was Batman.
The same was true when he was kidnapped by the Joker. The Joker did not want to obtain any information by torturing himself. Jason dared to say that he might not know as much about Batman as the Joker.
The Joker tortured him just to use this to influence Batman.
Then conversely, it can be inferred that if Schiller is really not a good person, but has successfully gained Batman's trust in some capacity, then his plan can only be to pretend to be a psychiatrist to treat himself, but to influence Bats through the process of treatment. Xia.
Then Batman's suspicious monitoring of everything will play right into Schiller's hands.
Jason has watched Batman make lapses in judgment several times due to the Joker's verbal harassment, with serious consequences.
So he doesn't think that Schiller has no chance of hurting Batman if he can't touch him in reality. He understands that there is a type of super criminal whose words are much more powerful than their fists.
So he destroyed the communication equipment left behind by Batman, and also planned to go to the safe house before Schiller and dismantle all the surveillance cameras and monitors there.
He knew how risky it was and where he would put himself.
If Jason had to describe his feelings towards Dr. Schiller and the difference between him and the Joker, he could only say that the Joker made him disappointed that Batman didn't come to save him, while Schiller made him hope that Batman wouldn't come. .
Getting into the slightly old Jaguar, Jason saw a note left by Nightwing on the steering wheel, which contained the address of the safe house prepared by Batman.
This safe house is located on a small island on the east coast. They not only need to take a car, but also a boat.
The good news is, it must be an isolated, desolate place, and the bad news is, too.
Jason sat in the driver's seat and read the note until Schiller came over and bent down to look at the passenger window. Sure enough, he would not let himself go ahead of him easily.
Jason took a deep breath and unlocked the car door. Schiller opened the door and sat in.
Jason smelled a very faint smell of cologne, which reminded him of Lucius, Batman's technical advisor who frequently visited the Batcave before. That man also often wore suits and ties and paid great attention to his appearance.
Jason rolled down the window and started the car. To his surprise, Schiller didn't take the initiative to speak. He thought that was fine, there must be a monitor in the car.
Jason's driving style is in the same vein as Batman. If such an ordinary car wasn't able to fly over walls like the Batmobile, they would have been climbing and flying on building surfaces and rooftops.
"Do acts of violence make you feel safer?" Schiller asked.
Jason didn't answer him. He entered the stage of silent resistance, but Schiller just said to himself: "I hope we can agree on three chapters. I hope that in the following days, you will not destroy the environment where we live with violence." , and it’s best to keep your distance from me.”
"Are you scared?"
"Jason, you will soon understand that I am not a person who likes to talk nonsense." Schiller turned to look at Jason and said, "Every word I say is meaningful. If you don't understand, try your best." Just do it.”
"Batman never even tried to order me like that."
"This is not an order, just some heartfelt advice. If you don't listen, there will inevitably be some consequences, which may not be what you want."
Jason curled his lips and remained unmoved. The car sped along, starting to move away from the bustling city and toward the suburbs.
After driving through a road through the wilderness, they saw the shipyard at the end of the skyline. Under the gloomy light of Gotham during the day, Jason found a brand new boat in the warehouse next to it.
He pushed the boat out of the warehouse and into the water. Schiller took the lead and walked up and sat on one side, while Jason sat on the engine side.
"Do you think if I threw you down now, your fine and expensive clothes would help you flop in the water?"
"First of all, I can swim. Secondly, you'd better drive faster, because I get seasick." Schiller turned to look at the small island not far away. It was obviously an island, and they were in the sea now.
He didn't show any abnormalities, but he was very aware of the symptoms of discomfort in his body. After comparing them in his mind, Schiller found that these were indeed some kind of physiological symptoms, not a psychogenic disease.
Jason drove the boat slowly on purpose.
There was wind and waves on the sea. The slower the boat drove, the greater the shaking. Then Schiller discovered that his symptoms of seasickness had nothing to do with the shaking of the boat. He seemed to be just allergic to the sea.
Schiller's face was pale, but his expression was calm. He did not look at Jason, who was deliberately delaying, but just looked at the sea level.
"How do you feel?" Jason showed a nasty smile, and then said as if he was fearless: "What price will you make me pay for this? Poke a needle into my eyeball, break my arm, or... What kind of body modification surgery are you going to do for me?”
"Neither, Jason." Schiller lowered his eyes and said, "I'm a doctor, I'm not that evil."
"You're ten times more evil." Jason looked at him and said, "Don't think I don't know what tricks you've played. I have hallucinations, not because I'm mentally ill, but because of you."
"This is for your own good, Jason."
To Jason's surprise, Schiller admitted it. He finally looked at Jason again and said, "I hope you remember everything you saw."
"Do you think I'm scared?"
"No." Schiller's tone finally became serious. He said, "Rather than dealing with fear, you should learn how to bring fear to others, right?