Amanda stood before the table, lowering her gaze to look at Shiller, who still had his head bowed, and said, "I'm sorry, Professor, he made some very rude moves. He'll pay for it."
Shiller lifted his eyes to look at Amanda. The moment he saw Amanda's face, he found that one of the few shattered memories inherited from the original Shiller was Amanda's look of grief and indignation.
"Long time no see, Amanda." Shiller's hand trembled, unable to finish even a single complete letter. Amanda's lips pursed, a complex expression flashed across her face, but it quickly returned to its cold demeanor.
"Professor, I'm glad we meet again. I suppose sitting here, being electrocuted, must be far from pleasant."
"But this should make you realize, your methods will not work, you are not the Shepherd."
Shiller lifted his eyes to see the hatred in Amanda's eyes, Amanda's voice slowly dropped, she continued to say: "Naturally born killers like you must receive severe punishments: corrode their skin, break their bones, pluck their hearts."
"The so-called born madmen are just a false proposition. They dare to release their madness so unrestrainedly just because they're not scared enough. If they fear, then they can only be tame lambs."
She pressed the button again and a strong current erupted without precedent.
"Ah..."
Shiller couldn't maintain his balance and slumped to one side. His forehead hit the surface of the table, and a hum came from his chest.
But Amanda wore no victorious expression; her furrowed brows and wrinkled corners of her eyes bore testament to her inner turmoil and pain.
Under Amanda's gaze, Shiller's chest heaved continuously. He was panting heavily, making him look very pathetic, Amanda asked:
"Now, do you still think you are the Shepherd?"
Shiller could hardly hold the pen, but he still wrote a line with trembling hands.
"I have always been a lamb... the only lamb."
Amanda's pupils shrunk and Shiller continued writing.
"And the lamb's duty is to offer itself for the.... Lord's rebirth."
America, New Jersey State, Gotham, Gotham City Police Department.
A young officer rushed up the stairs to hand a file to Gordon: "Captain, the New Jersey Bureau has rescinded the emergency support order; you no longer need to help the state Police Department."
Gordon seemed confused: "How do they plan to deal with the endless series of serial killer cases? Wasn't it due to manpower shortage that they wanted me to assist?"
The young officer scratched his head: "Haven't you heard the news recently? There haven't been any new serial killings for several days, and even those previously difficult case criminals have turned themselves in."
Gordon's eyes widened; after his subordinate left, he looked at the file in his hand with confusion.
Before he could read the contents, another female police officer hurried up and told Gordon: "Mrs. Miller from Arkham Mental Hospital has called the police station. She said that Jonathan Crane who had been staying at the hospital has escaped, and his target seems to be the Gotham Police Department."
Gordon's expression instantly turned serious. He waved his hand and said, "Full alert! That madman might want to bomb..."
"Gordon! James Gordon! When the hell are you going to bring Shiller back?!" Jonathan's voice rang out from the door, Gordon's hand moved to his gun at his waist, but Jonathan who came in was still in his patient suit, didn't bring any weapons, or have any bombs.
"Hurry up and bring Shiller back! Without the newspapers, I'm going to die of boredom! I even got so bored that I published a 'Natural Chemistry' paper!"
"What newspaper? What paper?" Gordon looked at him puzzledly, but Jonathan stared back at him, a few seconds later, Gordon understood. He looked at Jonathan and said, "You're not talking about some secret code you serial killers use in the newspapers, are you?"
"Do you know how long since the code has been updated?!" Jonathan raised his voice, "This will cause me to miss out on the forefront of academia! This is fatal to any scholar! You must think of a way..."
Suddenly, a sound echoed from the shadows in the corner of the room. Gordon sharply turned his head towards it.
He saw Batman, but it didn't quite seem like Batman.
In the eyes hidden within the darkness, there existed a perfect blend of divinity and perversion.
A chilling hoarse voice echoed in the room.
"New code word is 'full-width separator'."