mtl008 Chapter 2313 Gotham Music Chapter (52)
Chapter 2313 Gotham Music Chapter (52)
Chapter 2313 Gotham Music Festival (Fifty-Two)
Bruce and Batman have not yet recovered from the shaking of blocks of color and lines.
"What? Who died?" Bei Bat said subconsciously. He was so frightened by the sudden arrogance that he broke out in a cold sweat.
Bruce then realized that the glowing block of color was actually a person. He turned around and looked at Batman and found that they were both confused.
They knew that they might see something difficult to understand, but this level of hallucination was still a bit too advanced for humans. If this was the world in the eyes of pathological people, then what was the difference between them and being blind?
Then Bei Bat reacted and said, "These shapes, colors and lines represent different things in your eyes. They each have special meanings, right?"
Arrogant nodded, glanced at Bruce, then looked away and said, "When controlling the body normally, this kind of hallucination will not occur often. You can only see a little bit when you concentrate. It is similar to the working principle of the empathy organ of ordinary people."
"If I have to say what makes me better than ordinary people, it's probably that I turn people's more abstract feelings into a more concrete vision, which makes it easier to analyze with professional knowledge. This is my method of psychoanalysis."
"But that's not what's morbid, is it?" Bruce asked.
"The pathology is the pathology itself, so when they control the body, he will only have blurry and confused vision like a mentally ill patient or other patient, full of all kinds of hallucinations, and can hardly see the specific shape of any object or person."
"Your eyes are always out of focus because you can't see us," said Bei Bat.
"To be precise, I'm not looking at you." Schiller shook his head and said, "I'm looking at the illusions that reflect you and the things around you, but since you can't see my illusions, you think I'm not looking at anything."
“But morbidity still sees us sometimes,” Bruce said.
"When he's excited, the more active neural activity allows me to have a dual vision, and in addition to hallucinations, I can also see what's happening in the real world."
Bei Bat suddenly understood that the process of chasing and focusing his eyes was the process of him gradually becoming excited. As for why he would become excited when he saw someone's back, it might be related to his past.
In the illusion that Schiller showed to Bebat, his hunting was obviously purposeful. Certain people at the banquet became his targets, and this target was set long ago rather than a sudden murder in the heat of the moment.
So what kind of people are more likely to become targets?
But before that, Beibat still had many things to confirm. He looked at Schiller and asked, "I know there are not many good people on this ship, but don't we still have your friend Oliver? And the ones from other universes before, if we just let you go crazy, won't they get hurt?"
"This is about pathological characteristics." Pride sat down, put his hands on the umbrella and said, "The more painful the mental state is, the more unstable it is. The higher the excitement value, the stronger it is. Most of the physical pain comes from external attacks."
Beibat was still staring at him.
"My friends will not attack me on their own initiative." Pride shook his head and said, "If they are forced to do so, they will definitely hold back as much as possible and will not intend to kill me."
"So while we may cause some damage to them during the process of hunting them, it will be difficult to raise our abilities to a level where we can kill them with one strike. It will even be difficult to keep them."
"Because there is not enough stimulation, the process of getting excited is too slow. About 5 seconds is enough time for them to use various methods to escape. Haven't you tried it before?"
Bei Bat suddenly realized that it was true. Now Schiller's friends on the ship, such as Oliver and Natasha, would hardly take the initiative to cause fatal harm to Schiller, and their defensive counterattacks would try to hit the less important parts as much as possible.
However, if the speed of excitement determines the speed of focusing, and the degree of pain determines the degree of excitement, then it will not be able to bring about sufficiently intense pain, and the excitement will not be strong, and the hunting process will naturally be slower.
Comparing himself to Beibat, he had been able to delay for more than ten seconds by blocking the field of vision. For people like them, more than ten seconds were enough to run away. Even if they made one or two mistakes in the middle, there was still enough room for error.
This is based on the premise that they are Schiller's friends, or at least they have a certain understanding of Schiller and know that when facing Schiller, running away is a better option than fighting back.
In fact, it was not impossible for Beibat to fight when he turned back before. Although he did not bring enough equipment, and some of the unverified equipment could not cope with the lack of signal here, if he fought to the death alone, at least both sides would be injured, but he chose not to do so.
Because Schiller had indeed had a great influence on him before, after he returned to his own world, he found that his mental state was much better, and he could be Bruce Wayne without any guilt or psychological burden, instead of having to worry about when to be Bruce and when to be Batman, or even having to choose which one to abandon.
So when confronting Schiller again, Batman was unwilling to take overly violent measures. He felt that there was no need for things to develop to this extent, and it would be a better option to run away first and then think of a more gentle solution.
If all of Schiller's friends were influenced by him in this way, they would probably think the same as I do.
In a word, accept that your friend is a madman who may lose control at any time, and after he loses control, be able to show great tolerance towards him because of the good influence he brings when he is normal. Try to avoid his edge as much as possible and be willing to pay dozens of times the energy and cost to find a way to solve the problem without hurting him.
Even if we take a step back, anyone who knows a little about Schiller will know that most of his out-of-control situations were not real out-of-control situations, but were just part of his plan.
Over such a long time, most of Schiller's friends have become skilled. When they see him doing something, they either happily join in like the Ethical Fourth Power and see if they can get any benefits. If they don't have time or are not interested, then they will stay away from him. If they really can't avoid him, then they will just lie down. Anyway, the final result will not be bad.
But the enemy doesn't think so. Anyone who encounters a super serial killer who is incredibly fast, extremely strong, and looks like the final villain in a top-notch bloody movie will feel indescribable despair.
They did not have a good estimate of Schiller's strength and his intentions. They just felt that they would not be able to escape and that the other party was determined to kill them. When people are extremely fearful, they can do anything, and many of them want to fight to the death.
Since they want to fight to the death, they will definitely not hold back and will hit wherever it hurts and is fatal. This will cause Schiller's excitement level to rise rapidly. Beibat even suspects that as long as Schiller is hurt seriously enough and the opponent does not show his back, the hunt will begin.
The arrogant words prove this point.
"The woman was crouching in the closet, obviously trying to avoid exposing her back to anyone, but unfortunately, the now severely injured Hunter has disregarded any rules."
Bruce stroked his chin and said, "It seems that those three gunshots were the final death knell. The ultimate hunt has begun."
boom!boom!boom! !
“Stop him! Stop him…Ahhhhhhhh!!!”
Bang! Bang! Crash!
"Help! He's coming!! Shoot! Shoot quickly!!!"
Ahh ...
"God... God... save me... save me..."
A group of men and women covered in blood were running quickly through the corridor. Leading them was a hot blonde with blue eyes. The eyeball in one of her eyes had disappeared, turning into a bloody hole that kept bleeding.
Her face was full of panic, and she rushed through the corridor without even caring about her companions behind her. Following behind her was a bearded Latino youth who kept running forward, pulling his short-haired girlfriend.
The black man behind them shouted at them, "Call the Dark Master and ask them to open a portal to rescue us. Master Andrew is dead, but there are other great wizards. Ask them to come over quickly."
"Don't dream, David!" The short-haired woman turned around and screamed, "We took away everything in Andrew's wizard tower and came to the United States. The people in the Forgotten Bar will not care about us!"
"It's all your fault for not taking his orb." The blonde woman running in the front shouted, "There may be residual energy in it. I told you to check it! Maybe we can use one last spell."
"You are dreaming, Christine." The Latino youth defended his girlfriend and said, "You learn magic only because you are dreaming of being the chosen one. You want to be different from the little bitches in your school. You just do it for vanity. You can't even recite all the magic spells!"
"Shut up! You..."
The blonde woman suddenly noticed that the expressions of her companions suddenly became terrified, as if they saw something terrifying behind her.
A pair of scarlet and pale hands stretched out from behind Christine's neck and slowly held her cheeks.
Christine showed an expression of extreme fear and despair. Her lips moved in and out. She widened her only surviving eye and murmured while crying, "No... No..."
The hand slid down along her cheek and jawbone until it reached the side of her neck. Four fingers suddenly pushed down with force, and the fingertips inserted straight into the throat. The arterial blood flowed into the trachea and lungs along the channel created by the fingers.
Because of the massive choking and suffocation, the beautiful blonde girl kept slapping the hands that were holding her, trembling and struggling helplessly, and kept twitching before she suffocated to death, as if she was dancing a hot close dance in the murderer's arms.
It was not until their pupils dilated and their bodies went limp that they were thrown away like garbage. The moment they saw the octopus mask, the remaining three people screamed in unison and turned and ran.
The couple who were originally running in the front fell behind because they changed direction. The short-haired woman unfortunately fell and was dragged by her ankle and disappeared into the darkness. A few seconds later, a heart-wrenching scream was heard.
The remaining two men had already run out of the corridor, thinking they had escaped for the time being, but within a few seconds, the sound of footsteps could be heard again behind them.
Faced with the pursuit that was like a thorn in their flesh, both of them showed expressions of despair. In order to avoid being caught up, they could only hide in the nearest room like headless flies.
As soon as the door closed, there was a loud bang, and the door panel and the black man closest to the door flew out.
"Oh my God! No...no...Aaaaaaaaaaah!!!"
(End of this chapter)