Batman stepped forward and said to Zatanna, "I think, actually we could..."
Zatanna seemed a bit tired, as multiple teleportations had drained much of her energy. Creating virtual memories not only consumed energy but also required focus. At this time, Batman approached and interrupted her, distracting her slightly. So, she paused what she was doing, turned to Batman and said:
"Bruce, I'm in the middle of something, if you really have a suggestion, can you wait until after I'm done? You're distracting me."
Seeing Zatanna's somewhat pale face, Batman ultimately didn't finish his sentence. Constantine also wanted to say something, but he kept quiet when he saw Zatanna's tired expression.
So, Zatanna picked up the knife and selected another light ball. With a gentle squeeze, the light ball dispersed into a screen.
Zatanna's eyebrows were deeply furrowed, her expression serious. As she pondered, Batman saw a room appear on the screen.
It was a typical British-style reception room found in Gotham mansions. Upon entering, a complete set of sofas and a small round table greeted you. Going further in, several rows of bookshelves lined the walls. At the very end, there was a dark-colored desk with bookshelves behind it. The desk was cluttered with various items, such as letters, ink screens, a globe, and more.
Once she found the right setting, Zatanna breathed a sigh of relief, but quickly held her breath again as she concentrated on arranging the other aspects.
To stage a murder, naturally, a body was needed. Apparently, Zatanna hadn't seen many ordinary dead bodies before. She stood in front of the screen, thought for a while, and eventually, produced a plump man who resembled a politician, laying him flat on the ground.
"Alright, the body is prepared, what else should there be...Oh, right! The wound and blood, let me see... I'll make the wound on his chest, then scatter the blood..." Zatanna murmured while operating.
She laid the fat man's body flat on the ground, positioned in a sprawling manner. She then created a large hole in the center of his chest, and scattered some blood under his body.
From behind, Batman, who couldn't bear to watch any longer, said:
"Zatanna, theoretically speaking, if a person had such a large hole in their chest, they wouldn't bleed this little."
Zatanna was startled for a moment, then looked at Batman in surprise and asked, "How do you know?"
"You've been away from Gotham too long." Batman simply replied. Zatanna was puzzled, but she seemed to take the advice to heart and added a bit more blood.
"Also, if you're planning on setting this butcher knife as the murder weapon, it's best not to have a wound on his chest that looks like it was blown open with a shotgun." Batman continued.
"More so, if a person suffered such a severe blow to the chest, their blood wouldn't form an evenly distributed circle on the ground. Moreover, there wouldn't only be blood, but also pieces of internal organs. Furthermore, you've shattered his ribs; there's no way there wouldn't be bone fragments..."
"Bruce!" Zatanna raised her voice, saying: "If you have a problem with me, just say it!"
"Alright, I admit, leaving without word was my mistake. I apologize. Is that enough? Can you please stop interfering with my work now?"
Zatanna angrily turned her face away, but after hesitating for a moment, she adjusted the wound a little smaller according to what Batman said. It was changed to a knife wound, placed near the heart, and the blood distribution was altered.
Then, Zatanna rolled her eyes and created a series of footprints on the ground, imprints on the side table, and said, "If he was in a hurry to cover up the evidence, he would likely be more flustered, and he won't bother much about the umbrella..."
After the arrangement was almost complete, Shiller abruptly appeared in the memory space, wearing the suit he usually wore. However, the suit was soaked with blood on one side, from the left side of his chest to his right wrist.
He had a long knife in his right hand, which was also stained with blood. There lay a body with a punctured chest in front of him, and blood pooled around his feet, staining the soles of his shoes.
Shiller, who appeared in the space, was startled at first, but soon, as if some memory had been implanted in him, he completely forgot that he abruptly appeared in this space.
First, he looked down at the body at his feet, turned his head to look at the knife in his hand, and then looked down again at the blood on his shoes.
He made a very disgusted face, took a step back, dropped the knife, and whispered, "What's going on?"
He took a deep breath but did not reveal any signs of panic. Instead, he stood on the spot, looked up at the ceiling, and made a sign of the cross on his chest, saying, "If I am guilty, God will punish me, not let me see a body like this..."
"Oh my god!" Shiller shook his head and sighed, "What kind of person would use such a heavy knife, in a room as clean and orderly as this, to stab someone in the heart... This is too..."