mtl008 Chapter 2308 Gotham Music Chapter (47)
Chapter 2308 Gotham Music Chapter (47)
Chapter 2308 Gotham Music Festival (Forty-Seven)
Bei Bat was bandaging the wound on his arm. It took some effort to remove the bullet, but fortunately it was taken out successfully, and the injured part tightly wrapped by the bandage no longer hurt so much.
He sighed in his heart, but quickly got up from the ground. But just as he was about to go out, he smelled a strong smell of blood coming from the air outlet of the central air conditioner.
He walked quickly out of the bathroom and followed the faint light towards the small reception room, but as soon as he turned the corner, he saw a pair of dead fish eyes staring at him in the middle of the corridor.
Even though he was Batman, he couldn't help but pause when faced with this situation. Two seconds later, he finally saw clearly that it was a corpse hanging upside down from the vent above his head.
The corpse had no arms, and because of being hung upside down and congested, its eyeballs were almost falling out of their sockets. Two lifeless eyes bulged out, and blood was flowing backwards from the corners of its mouth and eyes. Its face looked extremely horrifying.
Bei Bat took a deep breath. He knew that under normal circumstances, anyone who saw a face like this floating in the air just after turning a corner would be scared to death and would turn around and run.
Because of this, Bei Bat forced himself to stop and did not turn around. Instead, he slowly retreated to the end of the corridor and began to move sideways towards the stairs.
But at this moment two figures walked up the stairs, and before Bei Bat could call them, they had already seen the scene in the corridor.
"what!!!!!!!!"
A high-pitched female scream was heard, and Beibat was quick to move and grabbed Amanda, who was about to turn around, and pressed her back against the wall at the end of the corridor, then stopped her with his arms.
Oliver looked back at Batboy, who made a circle gesture with his fingers. Oliver immediately turned his head back and slowly retreated to the wall, next to Amanda, who looked terrified.
Amanda's chest kept heaving, the expression of fear on her face had not yet subsided, and her eyes were fixed on the body hanging from the vent.
Oliver recognized him by a scar under the corpse's eye and said, "It's 'Black Gun'. He used to be a gunman for a pirate organization, operating in the Caribbean. He was later recruited by the Confession Cartel. He is one of the killers who have been hunting me."
"How could he...he..." Amanda was a little incoherent. The emotional shock she had experienced recently was a bit too much.
Amanda Waller has actually always been a rule-enforcer on the side of order, otherwise she would not have chosen to join the FBI and always wanted to take revenge through law enforcement.
She really wanted the murderer to pay the price, and the moment she saw Flamingo, her rage was simply uncontrollable.
But Flamingo's death was like a bucket of cold water, which made Amanda feel cold from head to toe.
What really horrified her was that she actually saw a kind of beauty that was close to art in that bloody fireworks display.
The murder should have made her scream, vomit, and roar, and the death of her enemy should have made her cheer and cry, but the death of her enemy in this way only made her feel shocked, dizzy, and then endless fear.
Sometimes it is a blessing to be able to collapse completely, but after experiencing a world that is different from the world we knew in the previous decades and is similar to some kind of hallucination, the brains of most people are only enough to be used to repeatedly replay the detailed fragments of it. The more they watch, the more afraid they become, and the more afraid they become, the more they watch, and it eventually becomes an eternal nightmare.
Amanda felt that she would never forget this fireworks display in her life.
The moment she saw the body hanging upside down in the middle of the corridor, Amanda was awakened by another kind of fear. She stood there with her limbs tense, holding the wall with both hands, breathing rapidly, and turned to look at Bei Bat and said, "What's going on? Did you kill him?"
"Obviously not." Bei Bat's face was very solemn. He said, "It was Schiller. This is a trap set by Schiller."
Oliver also looked at Beibat. He could see that the young man in front of him must know something, especially something about Schiller.
"He wants you to be terrified and run away."
"Why scare us away?" Oliver felt that he was about to grasp the key, he was about to find Schiller's anchor.
"The key is not to run away, but to turn around." Bei Bat stared at the corpse and said, "If I'm not mistaken, the personality trait that is controlling Schiller's body now is called 'hunting'."
"One of his personality traits once explained to me that each of his pathological personality traits is extremely crazy and cruel, but each of them has different characteristics. As long as you master this characteristic, you will be relatively safe."
"What are the characteristics of the hunt?" asked Oliver.
"He only knows how to chase, exposing his back to his prey." Bei Bat's eyes kept flashing with the hallucinations he had seen, especially some memories of hunting, the process of him hunting a certain woman, and he began to describe them truthfully.
"It is very likely that Schiller had a very special kind of crazy vision, which is actually not uncommon. Schizophrenia patients or people whose brains are oppressed and damaged will have different vision from ordinary people. In their eyes, some things in reality have been deformed and are completely different from what normal people see."
"It might be the same with Schiller, who would have hallucinations and changes in his vision when he was in certain states."
"The hunting field of vision is usually blurry and extremely narrow, with black edges and countless water ripples in the middle, which greatly affects his visual ability. In short, when he is hunting, he can hardly see anything clearly."
"But there is only one exception." Bei Bat took a deep breath and said, "When someone turns around and Schiller sees his back, the water ripples will return to calm from the center of the field of vision until they disappear."
"The center of his vision will become clearer and clearer. Once it fully returns to normal, Schiller's eyes will be focused, and the prey with their backs exposed will be marked as his priority hunting targets. He will then chase them closely until they die."
"And his methods of execution often have an artistic beauty, which I guess is probably because hunting and art often go together."
"From this, we can guess that art would pursue special methods of execution to make the scene of death more beautiful, which is also one of its characteristics."
Bei Bat sighed and said, "It takes time for the hunting vision to focus, but once the focus is completed and the prey is locked, the hunting physical strength, speed, and power will increase greatly."
"Exposing your back for a short period of time will attract his attention, but he won't lock you. But once you are locked, it will be almost impossible to escape."
Oliver and Amanda looked at each other and remembered their previous experiences. Oliver had passed by Schiller several times without provoking any aggressive behavior from him, but Amanda turned and ran away, and Schiller noticed her almost immediately.
“Just be careful not to turn your back to him?” Amanda asked, breathing a sigh of relief.
But Beibat shook his head and said, "It's not that simple."
"Why did he hang this body here?" Bei Bat looked up at the body in the middle of the corridor and asked himself, "He deliberately made the body look scary, just to scare people who come up and make them turn around and run away. Even if you know the rules, it is difficult to avoid the instinctive fear of human beings."
Amanda's face turned pale in an instant. If Bei Bat hadn't held her back, she would have been so scared that she almost turned around and ran away.
More importantly, Amanda couldn't say for sure that she would be able to hold back next time she encountered such a thing. Just as Batman said, fear is a human instinct and it is also the emotion that requires the most willpower to control.
No matter who comes, seeing a human face with blood coming out of all seven orifices, bulging eyeballs, or floating upside down in the air in the pitch-black darkness with only extremely weak light, it is impossible for them to stand still. Fear and the instinct for survival will urge them to run quickly. This is Schiller's trap.
Now Oliver realized that things were really troublesome.
Originally, he thought that Schiller had an anchor point. As long as he could find it, even if he couldn't defeat and subdue him head-on, he could at least make his condition better, and perhaps he would wake up soon.
Now he found that Schiller had evolved to an invulnerable state, his anchor not being his weakness but his offensive rules.
The most outrageous thing about this offensive rule is that in addition to being a rigid rule, it also allows Schiller to exercise subjective initiative.
In the game, when a player encounters a condition that will lead to his or her certain death, he or she will definitely try to avoid it. However, if at this time, the game planner exercises his or her subjective initiative and designs a trap to let the player trigger the condition that will lead to his or her certain death.
And he can set more than just one. He can set countless ones while the player is passing the levels. As long as the player is fooled once, the death rule will be triggered directly, and the game will be completely over. It would be strange if the planner is not scolded.
But reality is even more illogical than the game. The hunter can't see anything except his back, but he is not a madman without any reason. He can still use his wisdom to create traps. If you don't show your back, I will force you to show your back. I can make countless mistakes, but you can only make one mistake.
"Is there any solution?" Oliver looked at Bat and said.
Beibat shook his head.
"Do you think it's possible to have another person expose his back to attract Schiller's attention after one person is targeted and hunted, and then have him hunt this person and thus delay him?"
Beibat shook his head again and said, "I was just about to tell you this unfortunate news. The progress bar for Schiller to focus and lock onto his prey is cumulative."
"What do you mean?"
"It takes time for him to focus. Let's say the time is five seconds. The first time you show your back, it takes him two seconds to focus. The second time you show your back, it takes him another two seconds to focus. Then the third time you show your back, he only needs one more second to focus, and you will be locked directly."
"God!" Amanda gritted her teeth and said, "Is there anything more ridiculous than this?"
"And, ma'am." Beibat looked at her and said, "If I remember correctly, you should be the lady wearing the marlin mask before."
"...I am, what's wrong?" Amanda remembered that she was the only woman at the marlin table, so it was easy to tell.
"I'm afraid you don't have much time."
Amanda stared at Beibat with wide eyes.
"What I mean is that Schiller has tried to get behind you several times before. No one knows how many times he succeeded, but even if it happened once or twice, the progress bar for you to be locked by him would be almost full..." Bei Bat repeated, "You don't have much time left."
(End of this chapter)