Bruce arrived soon enough.
"Good evening, Professor."
Schiller nodded.
"He came especially early today." Gordon handed Bruce the cup of hot tea in his hand and said, "He hasn't been this enthusiastic in a long time. Looks like he's very interested in these cases."
Bruce thought, Sure enough, Schiller had known I was going to make a move. He had even pinpointed the exact timing. Otherwise, there was no way he would have dropped everything and rushed over immediately.
Meanwhile, Schiller thought, I'm being far too enthusiastic. If I hadn't come all this way to stir up some trouble for you, you'd really think you were some Great Detective who could call sleeping people at nine in the middle of the night whenever you pleased.
Schiller said nothing and turned to look at the corpse.
Bruce looked at the corpse as well. His first thought was that he definitely hadn't left behind any traceable evidence. Batman was the greatest detective in the world, which meant he was also the most brilliant criminal in the world. As long as he didn't want anyone to find anything, no one could uncover a single clue at a scene he had handled.
But in truth, ordinary police investigative methods were not all that sophisticated. Most serial killers who remained at large for long periods could manage not to leave clues. That was not the key point.
"Who do you think the killer is?" Schiller asked.
Bruce paused internally and swallowed the words that were about to leave his mouth. He truly hadn't expected Schiller's first question to be that.
Sure enough, every test in the world examined what you didn't know and skipped what you did. Shouldn't the first question have been who the victim was? Even deduction had to follow basic rules. Who