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Chapter 1179 Who Can Make Schiller Confess? (Part 2)
🕑 Added 2024-04-20 04:09:31 +0000 UTCIn DC World With Marvel Chat Group : Table of Content/Chapter List
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The moment Bruce saw the black-haired woman, a pair of red eyes appeared behind him, and a face identical to his own was pressed against his ear, saying, "You should be more careful, this woman has problems."
Instantly, the space congealed again, and the two Bruces with different eye colors stared at the black-haired woman named Talia.
Then, they began to express their own views one after another.
"Her hair is too meticulously styled, divided into three layers. The first layer is fine curls, the second layer is large waves, and the third layer is relatively straight as the base. This makes her hair look fluffy and not messy, but to achieve this hairstyle effect, it must have taken at least three hours of styling."
"Her hands are well-maintained, with no signs of training, slender wrists, and accessories worn just right, but her nails are a big problem. The protective film of the gel polish she uses is matte."
At this point, the Blue-Eyed Bruce looked at the Gray-Eyed Bruce, and the Gray-Eyed Bruce spoke:
"Humans have a tendency towards phototropism, and everyone likes bright things. It is the ingrained aesthetic impression of the two genders that makes women more inclined to pursue dazzling jewelry and accessories, while the decorative behavior of nail polish, which is not essential for survival and cannot bring additional interest, women will be more inclined towards the brilliant, bright, and complex."
And at this moment, the Blue-Eyed Bruce spoke again, "The protective film used by most nail salons is to make the nails look brighter. The matte, sandblasted texture is not common, and this is most likely a custom-made one for her."
Immediately, the two Bruces looked down at Talia's feet. Talia was wearing sandals, only exposing two toes, but the gel polish on her toenails was still the same.
"She doesn't have anything reflective on her whole body," the Blue-Eyed Bruce said. "This is very abnormal."
"Female assassins are different from men. They don't need to undergo extensive physical training because they don't use extreme violence to kill their targets. Their beautiful, seductive, or delicate appearance is their best weapon."
"At the same time, seizing opportunities, acting quickly, and being sufficiently discreet are also what female assassins must pursue."
Bruce's eyes shifted from Talia to William, and the other two Bruces appeared again.
"William is a rather serious and meticulous person with a slight obsession with cleanliness, a very typical scholar personality. Therefore, his suit must be impeccably tidy, and the sleeve cuffs and suspenders on his shirt will not be missing."
After the Gray-Eyed Bruce finished speaking, the Blue-Eyed Bruce pointed to a slight crease on William's waist and said, "This is neither due to the shirt wrinkling nor the suit not being ironed properly. He has a knife clipped to his waist."
With a "swoosh," Bruce withdrew his gaze and smiled slightly, gently shaking Talia's hand and saying, "Hello, beautiful lady, I'm glad I didn't see you at the police station."
His tone was still exaggerated, very much in line with his playboy persona. Talia was indeed of captivating beauty, and Bruce squinted his eyes as if he was infatuated with her.
But suddenly, Bruce seemed to have just woken up, and said to the two of them, "Jimmy just told me that Professor Rodriguez's public inquiry is about to begin, and I need to hurry over there."
With that, he walked quickly down the corridor and ran down the stairs. Watching his retreating figure, Talia gently tossed her black hair and let out a cold snort.
William's expression gradually darkened, and he looked gloomy. He looked at Talia and said, "What we're doing is really too risky."
"Don't worry, we'll catch two big fish with one bait," Talia slowly narrowed her eyes and said in a low voice, "We will succeed."
On the other side, Bruce seemed to be rushing down the stairs, but after going around the bottom, he went back up from another staircase.
This time, he didn't stop at the floor where he had encountered Talia and the others, but followed the direction they had come from and found another staircase, going up one floor.
Standing at the end of the dimly lit corridor, when Bruce placed his hand on the wall, his eyes instantly flashed with blue, gray, and red lights, and the colored network spread out from his fingertips, covering the entire corridor, then quickly disappeared.
"Found it."
The low voice echoed at the same moment, and the heavy footsteps of leather shoes on the cold floor sounded like a symphony.
Bruce quickly came to the door of an office on the right side of the corridor, without hesitation, he pushed open the door and walked in. There was no one here, and the curtains were gently swaying in the wind.
Bruce strode to the curtain, gently pulling it aside, and a corpse was lying on the balcony, slanted, with a bullet hole in the chest - it was the black detective Jimmy Andrews.
Bruce showed no shock or hesitation. He quickly took off his suit jacket and shirt, placing them far away from the corpse.
Then, with his bare upper body, he picked up Jimmy's corpse and quickly walked to the storage room at the end of the corridor, laying the corpse flat on the floor. He took off Jimmy's coat and wrapped it around his chest to stop the bleeding.
After the blood stopped gushing out, he stuffed the corpse into the cabinet in the storage room, then took cleaning supplies from the storage room and completely removed all the bloodstains on the floor.
Back on the balcony, he wiped away all the blood traces on the ground and railing. Then he went to the bathroom next to the office, washed his hands clean, put on his clothes, and returned everything to its original position, leaving the scene as if nothing had happened.
When Bruce pushed open the door to the first-floor hall, the participants in Professor Rodriguez's public inquiry were already in place. Bruce saw Roman, Thomas, and many other familiar and unfamiliar classmates.
As Bruce turned his head away, no one saw the flash of coldness in his eyes.
The detectives conducting the inquiry were dressed in neat uniforms, entering from a side door and sitting behind the curved long table. The jury sat in the left seats, and the witnesses sat in the right seats.
Bruce and Thomas, as the parties involved or related to the case, were all seated in the middle seats.
This was a public confrontation between the two sides, but it was not an open public inquiry, so there were no journalists present.
After everyone was seated, Schiller finally walked to the table, accompanied by two agents.
In front of the curved long table, there was a large open space, occupying almost a third of the hall, but there was only a small single chair, like a lone boat floating on the vast sea.
Schiller walked steadily towards the chair and sat down. His attire was appropriate, and his spirit was vibrant. He was not wearing handcuffs or any restraints. Before being tried, he was still a top scholar.
At this moment, the Agent responsible for the interrogation, however, erupted into a low-pitched discussion, because Jimmy, who should have been sitting in the main position, did not arrive on time.
Just then, another Agent, dressed similarly to Jimmy, walked in from the side door, and after explaining a few things to the others, he sat down in Jimmy's position.
Schiller's expression remained calm throughout, and when he was being questioned, he answered all the questions truthfully without any self-defense or expressing anger or resentment.
During the confrontation between the two sides, Roman was the first to speak, eloquently and passionately, constantly telling the audience how Schiller had controlled and suppressed him, and had psychologically abused him.
He spoke vividly and provided many details, such as Schiller threatening him by withholding his thesis or delaying his graduation, and demanding that he kill someone for him.
Thomas' words were even more intense, saying that his disfigurement was entirely due to Schiller's psychological control, and that he had demanded he self-harm, and even after he had bled for him, Schiller was still unsatisfied and demanded he do more.
The emotions of these two people were very real, and by the end, they had both started crying uncontrollably, screaming like crazy, just like two poor students who had suffered psychological abuse.
"Don't embarrass me."
Schiller seemed to have had enough, as he gently pressed a finger to the side of his eye and said, "Even you idiots can stumble upon the right answer, so why..."
"You see, this is how he suppresses us, he constantly insults us and psychologically abuses us!" Roman suddenly screamed.
"Shut up."
When Schiller's gaze fell on him, Roman was silenced, as if his neck had been squeezed.
Schiller suddenly stood up from his seat, and the security personnel on both sides placed their hands on their waists, where their guns were.
Schiller raised his head high, his gaze resting on each person's face for a fraction of a second, before speaking:
"I thought that there would be nothing more painful than teaching someone who can never be taught."
"But now, I find that even if teaching students is a complete failure, and the teaching process is painful, it is still better than watching two utter idiots use the Exhaustive method to guess the answer."
"I've said it before, the Exhaustive method is the most rotten method in the world, but some people can't even use that method properly."
As Schiller's words fell, Roman, Thomas, and Bruce sitting in the back row all stiffened.
Now, Bruce could at least be certain of one thing - the Schiller in front of them was the real one, because no one else would be able to break through everyone with a single sentence like this Professor.
"Originally, I wanted to avoid reality for a while, but it turns out I can't let myself be refuted by such stupid idiots, so..."
"...I refute all their accusations." Schiller sat back down in the chair and looked at the Agent facing him: "I have an alibi for all the scenarios they described, and there are people who can testify that I did not behave as they claimed."
As expected, Schiller refuted one by one the accusations made by Roman and Thomas, leaving them speechless.
After several rounds of confrontation, the agents from the Federal Bureau of Investigation began to present the substantive evidence they had investigated. Holding the documents, Angela glanced back, and Bruce remained expressionless.
After entering this process, Angela immediately stood up and said:
"To judge whether a Professor is competent, in addition to his teaching style and the details of his daily interaction with students, the best method is to look at his own academic level and the academic level of his students."
"I believe that none of those present would question Schiller Rodriguez's academic level, and the information retrieved from the education information system by the criminal investigation team shows that the students taught by Professor Rodriguez also have outstanding academic performance."
"Next, I will present several psychology papers written by students under the guidance of Professor Rodriguez."
"According to our investigation, Bruce Wayne, who had the lowest GPA, the most absences, and the poorest academic performance in his four-year study, still produced a psychology paper that far exceeded the requirements for undergraduate psychology papers in the U.S. university education system."
"This is sufficient to prove that Schiller Professor Rodriguez has an extremely high teaching level and pays enough attention to the academic development of his students. Now, please review this paper..."
Schiller suddenly stood up and raised a hand, shouting loudly, "Wait! Don't touch anything!"
"I plead guilty!"
Everyone looked at him in astonishment.
"Wait a minute, Professor Rodriguez, are you saying you're going to acknowledge the charges?"
Schiller shook his head slightly, but then said, "I don't acknowledge the so-called psychological control and abuse allegations of these two idiots, but I acknowledge the murder and illegal detention."
The sudden change in the situation left everyone in the room stunned.
In the spacious hall, Schiller stood alone in the empty front, and when his voice rang out, everyone was horrified.
"At this time, there is a corpse in this building."
The sound of guns being cocked rang out one after another, and fine dust swirled around Schiller, with countless gun barrels pointing at him.
"That is the corpse of the investigative agent Jimmy Andrews... Correct, I killed him."
Who could make Schiller confess?
Batman's paper
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