Schiller and Jonathan walked into Jonathan's hospital room one after the other. Schiller dropped into a chair and let out a long breath.
Jonathan laughed maliciously. Schiller spread his hands and said helplessly, "Where did all these little brats come from? Why do they insist on picking fights with me?"
"Have you considered that you really look very... collectible?" Jonathan raised an eyebrow and stared at Schiller. "Or rather, your life is highly collectible."
"I'm very..." Schiller repeated the words with a puzzled expression. Then, as if suddenly remembering something, his eyes widened. "Oh, right. I'm also a famous psychologist."
Jonathan stood there with his arms folded, smiling. "Ever since you cured Batman, you've been the most famous psychologist in the world."
"Looks like those youngsters who don't know their limits want to use you as their debut battle, hahahahahaha!" Jonathan was practically beside himself with glee. As he laughed, he said, "Killing the world's most famous psychologist would be quite a valuable achievement for any serial killer. Looks like you'll be busy for a while."
Jonathan walked around the table and sat down across from him. Looking at Schiller, he said, "Killing ordinary people can no longer satisfy those kids whose ambitions are higher than the sky. They want to kill another serial killer to prove they're the best among us."
"But people like that aren't easy to find. Serial killers don't wear the words 'serial killer' on their faces... Oh, sorry, I forgot. You do wear it on your face."
Schiller glared at him. Jonathan chuckled twice more and said, "Or rather, all anyone needs to do is spend a few cents on a celebrity magazine, see your résumé, and realize that you're practically a target sent by heaven. The fact that they only came after you now