What exactly had he seen in Christopher's dreams? What was the specific process by which he analyzed those memories to obtain intelligence? And what was the relationship between the person who hatched Insomnia and Insomnia itself?
There was no need to ask any of that. Batwoman had never been in the habit of explaining what she did, and Su Ming could not be bothered to ask because he did not want to hear that standard answer.
He merely put a cigarette between his lips, lowered his head to light it. Doing things without a cigarette in his mouth just felt like something was missing.
"Tell me. If possible, I wouldn't mind chumming the waters again."
Chumming was a fishing term. Simply put, it meant tossing a large amount of bait into the water first to draw in a school of fish, then casting the hook.
Otherwise, with rivers, lakes, and seas so vast, fish could hardly smell the tiny bit of bait on your hook.
"Christopher has multiple personalities. The missing ten hours of memories are the main component of Insomnia." Batwoman offered a simple explanation, but did not explain at all what had led her to that conclusion.
"I thought he was unconscious during those ten hours." Deathstroke raised the eyebrow over his blind eye. Amid the curling blue smoke, he still looked as relaxed as ever.
Su Ming had already known that this serial killer was most likely suffering from Multiple Personality Disorder. There was an obvious disconnect between how he behaved toward his family in his subconscious and the frenzied methods he used to murder others.
At a construction site, tools that could be used as murder weapons were everywhere, so why had he chosen a screwdriver? Perhaps because this weapon was relatively "dull," making it easier