On the ground.

The moment he turned over, he saw Schiller walking over, holding a cold boning knife in his hand.

"Since you are my student, and Arrogance will be very distressed if you die, leave 1000 ml of blood and you can leave."

Seeing Schiller approaching with a knife, Bruce finally remembered why Pride had conjured up so many serial killers in his dreams and made him play the escape game for several months.

With a "crack" sound, the boning knife cut through Bruce's arm. Blood spattered and stained the left half of Schiller's shirt. The batarang followed the blood and left a wound on Schiller's left shoulder.

The blood overlapped and dyed the shirt crimson.

But the moment the batarang was thrown, Bruce thought again that when he first saw Sick, Sick Schiller inserted his fingers into the bone-deep wound.

If Bruce remembers correctly, the expression on Schiller's face at that time was one of enjoyment.

He is a pain-loving madman.

Bruce rolled to his feet, covered his arms and backed away, but he was already forced to the door.

Bruce grabbed the chair by the door and blocked the boning knife. Schiller used his arm to press the back of the knife against the leg of the chair and lifted it outward, causing the chair to fly out.

With a "swish" sound, the knife was inserted into the wall less than three centimeters from Bruce's right ear.

Bruce's blue eyes, when they appear on the reflective blade, are like the moon falling on the sea in Gotham, or like a lighthouse on a night of rising fog, bright and clear, with fear rippling like waves.

There was no way out in the room, so Bruce immediately opened the door and tried to run into the corridor.

Even if he does this, he may get another wound on his back, but his experience in fighting many horrific murderers tells him that sometimes, blood must be exchanged for space.

But as soon as he opened the door, he bumped into a small figure. Harley covered her nose and glared at Bruce and said, "Why are you here again? Get out of the way, I have something to do..."

"No! You're fine!"

As soon as Bruce finished speaking, he watched helplessly as Schiller turned his eyes to Harley's face.

Bruce pulled Harley behind him, but just when Schiller was about to slowly move his eyes back to his face, a strong figure suddenly appeared at the end of the corridor.

Bruce turned his head and saw the terrifying pig head of Professor Pig Face.

He cursed the efficiency of the Gotham Police Department in his mind, but when he went to see Schiller, he found that the bloody knife had disappeared.

Schiller returned to his gentle demeanor, stretched out his hand to straighten his tie, and even took the initiative to push the door open, making an inviting gesture to the pig-faced professor, and then said: "Please come in."

Bruce was very sure that Professor Pigface didn't even see the scene just now, because he just walked in.

What Bruce is even more sure of is that the second before Schiller turned around and walked towards the room, his eyes were saying to him: "Don't ruin my good deeds."

"Wait a minute." Bruce stopped Schiller from closing the door with a quick step, forcefully tore a crack in Schiller's closed door, and then squeezed in.

Bruce saw the pig-faced professor walking at the front, looking back at him with eyes filled with deep disgust. It was obvious that this was another person who knew Bruce's identity as a vigilante, but Bruce spoke quickly:

"Professor, I don't think you should stay with such a dangerous murderer. This may be dangerous!"

There was a hint of doubt in Professor Pig Face's eyes, because when Bruce said this, his eyes were staring at him closely.

"What's wrong with your arm?" Schiller's worried eyes fell on Bruce's arm. Bruce used his uninjured arm to block Harley who was trying to knock on the door with all his strength, and said through gritted teeth:

"It's nothing, I drew it myself."

"Then you'd better go back and heal your wounds as soon as possible." Schiller took another step forward.

"But I'm fine! Professor! ...Thank you!"
Chapter completed!