Looking at the Chinese characters on the paper, Schiller slowly rose from his desk. Unable to hear the response on the other end, Natasha called out to him:
"Schiller? Schiller, are you still there?"
"He came for me." Schiller's voice was particularly low. "This is a clue meant specifically for me."
Natasha paused before asking, "Why?"
"I'm thinking." Schiller tapped his earpiece with a finger. "Among all the Schillers, very few have exposed any Chinese traits. It definitely isn't Pride, because he looks like a vampire living in a medieval castle. That means it can only be Greed—his origin story and eating habits would most easily reveal that Schiller's native language is Chinese."
"You mean he's the mastermind?"
"No. He merely learned some information about me through him, which is why he used this method to pass me a clue."
"What did he tell you?"
"That isn't important." Schiller gently shook his head. He did not tell Natasha the name Brainiac, only said, "This clue may not be correct. It could be highly misleading, but it undoubtedly tells me that he has his eye on me."
"Tell me what it is." Natasha's tone grew cold, and she clearly did not accept Schiller's concealment.
"Look into the copycat killer." Schiller continued as though he had not heard her. "Look into the victims who died at the copycat killer's hands. They must have something in common."
"You think this case was done by a copycat killer?"
"I don't know, which is why I need you to investigate. There are already enough samples. As long as Antonio shares one thing in common with all the previous victims, we can identify the killer."
Even communicating across a universe, Natasha could sense some kind of danger signal in Schiller's tone. From her interactions with the