mtl008 Chapter 2305 Gotham Music Chapter (44)
Chapter 2305 Gotham Music Chapter (44)
Chapter 2305 Gotham Music Festival (Forty-four)
Black Canary felt despair. In a moment of distraction, the pain from her injured side abdomen made her legs go weak. She fell on the stairs and rolled down.
The judo she had learned saved her life, and Black Canary did not break her neck from rolling down the stairs, but her head was still bleeding, and her head hitting the steps made her feel even more dizzy.
After suffering a series of heavy blows, Black Canary could no longer get up. She curled up in the corner of the stairwell, pressing the wound on her abdomen with her last bit of strength.
She saw Schiller lift one foot and try to go down the stairs, but at this moment there was a noisy sound from the other side of the corridor, and Schiller turned to look.
Suddenly, he seemed to be possessed by something and walked straight in that direction. The blood on his tuna mask dripped all the way, interweaving with the sound of his leather shoes. A horror of cruel order in disorder echoed in the empty corridor, but it sounded like the most beautiful notes to Canary.
She immediately lowered her head to check the condition of her wound. The spikes of the marlin mask were very long, and being stabbed by it was almost like being stabbed by a kitchen knife, but fortunately it was only equivalent to being stabbed once.
This means that as long as the body is not stabbed right in the eye socket like the body of the strong man before, it will not be fatal in the short term.
Black Canary sat there catching her breath and recovering her strength, but suddenly she heard footsteps coming from downstairs again.
She turned her head warily and saw a head of strange red hair.
"Natasha?"
"It's me. Are you okay?" Natasha came over with a small medical kit in her hand. She squatted beside Black Canary, opened the box, took out a needle and said, "Fortunately, I knew this matter would not be so simple, so I brought some healing potions. It takes time for this stuff to work. Let me bandage your wound first."
Black Canary didn't have the strength to say more. She slowly took her hand away and let Natasha wrap the bandage around her abdomen. As she moved, Natasha withdrew her hand that was supporting her back.
She looked at her hands covered in blood in shock, and shone a miniature flashlight towards Black Canary's back, and found a bloody hole there as well.
"Fortunately, that thing wasn't sharp and didn't pierce the bone." Black Canary gasped, "My shoulder blade saved my life. I'll be nicer to it next time."
Natasha sighed and began to bandage Black Canary's wounds. After wrapping the bandage on her abdomen, she wrapped it on her shoulders, then cleaned the wound on her forehead, and finally gave her a shot in the neck.
"Thank you." Black Canary turned her head away and said, "Did you save me?"
"I guess so. I led him away."
"what is going on?"
"I don't know, he's out of control."
"But no matter how out of control an ordinary person is, it's impossible..." Black Canary hesitated. In her life, Black Canary never thought that there would be someone who could make her empathize with the victims in those plasma films.
When she successfully survived, she realized belatedly how much pressure she had faced and how much fear forced her to make the wrong decision.
"What the hell." Black Canary muttered absentmindedly.
"He is not an ordinary person." Natasha cleaned the blood off Black Canary and said, "He has a glorious past beyond the imagination of ordinary people, but that is not important. The most important thing now is to stop him."
"Why did he lose control?"
"Not surprising." Natasha shook her head and said, "He is a mental patient and suffers from severe seasickness. He also lost too much blood and was too weak. This may be the main reason for his mental illness."
"weak?!"
"Before the onset of the disease, they were weak." Natasha said seriously, "But you know that patients with mental illness will have unusual excitement after the onset of the disease, which makes them unable to feel the existence of muscle limitations, and often become extremely powerful and aggressive."
Black Canary swallowed, remembering the moment when she and the door were slammed to the ground.
"If he's seasick, why did he get on the ship?" Black Canary asked. Suddenly she paused, looked at Natasha and said, "For Oliver?"
Natasha opened her mouth, then closed it again, pursed her lips and tilted her head, then shook her head quite dramatically and said, "Maybe it's not entirely because of this."
"Of course it's because of this!" Black Canary covered her forehead and said, "Why else would someone who is severely seasick run to a cruise ship?!"
"God, this is terrible." Black Canary covered her eyes and said, "Oliver will be even more sad if he knows about this. He really can't bear any more pressure."
"It's good to stay optimistic." Natasha said unclearly.
Black Canary looked at her, so Natasha added, "Under normal circumstances, Dr. Schiller would appreciate your focus on the mental health of others in any situation."
"Can you please just say what you want to say? Ma'am, this doesn't make you look very Soviet."
"I mean, guilt over a friend is probably the least of Oliver's troubles."
"The biggest trouble is..."
boom!
A sudden noise coming from upstairs made Oliver and Amanda look up together.
"It sounds like something has fallen to the ground." Amanda frowned and said, "It's quite a noise. Could it be that someone else..."
boom!Boom!
Oliver couldn't stay any longer. He looked at Amanda and said, "Let's go up and take a look. I suspect it was the drug dealers who did this. They want the gold coins and have killed many people for this."
The two walked out of the room together and headed towards the direction where the sound came from. Oliver put on a small hidden arrow and Amanda took out a pistol. The two of them walked up the stairs slowly, one in front and one behind, in a defensive posture.
After turning the corner, Oliver found a lot of blood on a wall of the stairwell. Amanda walked over to check and said, "Someone is injured and leaning here. The wound may be on the back and it is deep, but the bleeding will stop soon, and then she left."
Oliver squinted his eyes and looked at the corridor above in the faint moonlight coming in from the yacht window. From his angle, he could see a room without a door and the floor was covered in blood.
This made the two of them more cautious, and they moved forward almost step by step, always alert to any sound in the air.
boom!
There was another loud noise, which startled the two of them. The stimulation when one's nerves are tense is always more intense than usual, and Amanda almost made a sound.
Oliver took advantage of the aftermath of the loud noise and rushed up the stairs in two steps. The moment he reached the top of the stairs, he aimed a rolling sleeve arrow straight ahead and shot out a tranqe arrow with a whoosh, but hit nothing.
The corridor was empty, with only bloodstains telling of the fierce battle that had taken place here.
Oliver wasn't really a detective, but Amanda had worked her way up from the bottom of the FBI as a special agent, so she had a lot of experience in this, she said after checking the corridor.
"Two people's blood. The first person must have died because there is his brain here. It may be a body that was dragged here. The second person may be a woman because there is a strand of her hair at the edge of the bloodstain here."
"This woman was in the hallway, and the murderer came over. In desperation, she...hid in this room."
Amanda turned and pointed, and Oliver looked at the room without a door. They both walked in and cursed at the same time.
“Damn, is there a brown bear here?”
Amanda looked at the broken door and said, "What knocked the door out? And looking at the blood, the woman hiding behind the door was also knocked to the ground."
Amanda noticed the statue and said, "Oh, I see. She hid behind the door with the statue, hoping to give the killer a fatal blow, but the killer didn't just kick the door open, he just slapped the whole door out."
"The woman was standing too close to the door, causing her to fly out and fall to the ground. The killer might have wanted to walk over and pick her up, but she slipped away."
"The killer stabbed her, and she tried to pick up the statue, and then..."
Noticing that Oliver had stopped moving, Amanda turned to look at him, but Oliver was staring at the hair that Amanda had just handed him.
"what happened?"
"...Dinah?"
Oliver stared at his hair and muttered something, and Amanda immediately understood. She said, "The little lover who followed you all the way back from Mexico?"
"No, it can't be what you said." Oliver stared at the ground with a serious expression and said, "I know Dinah. She is a talented fighter and also a person with super powers. It is impossible for her to be beaten so badly without any ability to fight back."
"That's what they told me on the spot." Although Amanda didn't have the heart to gloat over someone's misfortune, she still said sarcastically, "Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder. Don't be too confident about a girl who's less than 20 years old."
Oliver still shook his head and said, "I've already said that Dinah is a person with super powers. Although she has always had some trouble controlling her abilities, I advised her to avoid using them as much as possible. But in a critical moment, she can completely..."
Ta...ta...ta...
The footsteps came again from the end of the corridor.
Oliver and Amanda both stepped back and hid in the corner where the closet met the wall, but from this corner they could not see what was happening in the corridor.
Oliver, who was standing in the innermost corner, turned around and opened the closet door, and found a mirror there. They hid behind the mirrored door, adjusted the angle of the mirror, and observed the situation in the corridor through the mirror.
The corridor was too dark and the situation in the distance could not be seen clearly. All I could see was a man holding a spike-like weapon slowly walking towards this side, dragging something in his hand.
"David!" Amanda said in a low voice, "He killed David!!!"
Oliver looked at her, and Amanda pointed at the mirror and said, "He was one of my boss's men, and he was considered his right-hand man. How could he die like this? Who killed him?"
Oliver suddenly had a bad feeling.
"Listen, I'll count to three, and then we'll rush out together. Run downstairs as fast as you can. Don't look back at anything!"
"what?!"
"Three, two, one... RUN!!!"
(End of this chapter)