mtl008 Chapter 2299 Gotham Music Chapter (38)
Chapter 2299 Gotham Music Chapter (38)
Chapter 2299 Gotham Music Festival (Thirty-Eight)
More and more blood flowed out of Schiller's body. The large amount of blood made the process very slow. People in other games had already started the game, but Schiller's table was still staring at the blood-drawing hose.
Such a scene also attracted the attention of many people, but because there were almost no byes in this round of competition and most people's arms were fixed on the table, they could only cast curious glances at Schiller.
As the blood flowed more and more, Schiller's arm became paler and paler. The alarm in Bruce's heart made him want to pull his arm out directly, then jump off the boat and escape.
"It's time to verify our conjecture." Bruce heard the dangerous voice in his heart say: "Where does Schiller's mysterious psychoanalytic ability come from?"
"You know how risky this is." Another more rational voice said, "We can attribute this all to talent. Isn't that the same with our detective abilities?"
"Of course it's different. We follow logic and have a clear path to follow."
"But that speculation is completely absurd." Bruce took a deep breath and said in his mind, "You want to say that the 80% accurate psychoanalysis result is actually just a hallucination seen by a mental patient during an attack?"
"After eliminating all possibilities, whatever remains, no matter how absurd, is the truth. Do you want to gamble?"
Bruce took a deep breath and felt his palms sweat. He said, "Even if this is true, we still don't know the deeper reasons. Hallucinations can't just match the truth, and brain science can't give an answer."
“But it will give us some ideas about how to avoid being analyzed.”
Bruce was startled, because he thought about how the Batman in the main universe, who was the most suspicious and most afraid of being spied on, could get along happily with Schiller after he knew that Schiller had mysterious psychoanalytic abilities.
Could it be that Batman already knew where Schiller's psychoanalysis ability came from? And was he sure that he wouldn't activate his ability when he was with him?
Was the consolation, the clothes and red wine, the careful wording, the respectful attitude, meant to stabilize Schiller's mind? Wouldn't the ability of psychoanalysis be activated as long as it was stable?
Bruce had to admit, he did want to take a chance.
There are too many mysteries about Schiller, including his past, his understanding of people beyond facts, and his magnificent tower of thought, but for Bruce, what he wants to know most is where Schiller's ridiculously accurate psychoanalysis came from.
In fact, he had already accepted his fate and admitted that it was not a kind of knowledge that could be learned, but no matter what, he never thought that the answer would be the most ridiculous one. Rather than talent, perhaps it was more likely to be the hallucination of a madman at the end of his rope.
So he retracted his gaze, took a deep breath, and told himself not to look at the blood-drawing machine. He tried his best to stay calm and search for the answer in the deepest part of the abyss.
After 200 ml, Schiller felt his lips dry, the inner walls of his mouth seemed to be on fire, and every breath from his trachea, throat to his nasal cavity felt like being cut by a knife, but the pain made him extremely sober.
"You signed your name as 'the sea' on the back of the invitation. You thought that was my opponent this time, so you designed this game. No matter how much blood I took, you could fight me like a warrior. But deep down, you knew that you were still just a coward, because that was not your blood, that was the sea."
The burly man opposite widened his eyes, and his hand hesitated as he pressed the button on the remote control, because he also wanted to press a 1 and three 0s.
"Don't pretend. You know you have always been such a coward. You tell everyone that you represent the will of the sea and that you can do anything to protect it. But deep down in your heart, you know very well that the sea does not need your protection."
"But you know that the ocean has never chosen you. Even though you are its only choice now, it still refuses to completely obey your orders. You think that this is because you haven't done enough, so you came and asked me to come too."
The sturdy man narrowed his eyes, looked at Schiller and said, "I just want to take back what originally belonged to the sea from a shameful thief."
"No, you don't think that belongs to the sea." Schiller shook his head.
400 ml, the heartbeat finally began to slow down, and instead the violent ripples in the field of vision became calmer, and the occasional clarity between the waves disappeared, turning into a blur.
There is an indescribable feeling of emptiness in the chest that seems to be sinking downwards, forcing one to bend over and fall down. This indescribable feeling of weakness makes one begin to desire death and seek relief.
At first, some fragments of memory began to stir in the calm lake of vision, drifting through the vague ripples like microorganisms swimming under a microscope.
"You think that belongs to Atlantis."
The sturdy man's grip suddenly tightened.
"What did Arthur tell you? He's a damned traitor!"
"Calm down, Om, are you beginning to feel dissatisfied with your title as the Lord of the Sea? Do you want to be the King of the Sea? Or the God of the Sea?"
"I said, I just want to take back what you stole from the sea, damn land man! You deceived us!!"
Orm's roar became more and more distant, and in the fragments of memory that flashed before Schiller's eyes, the name of the Sea Lord Orm Marius kept echoing.
Orm is Arthur's half-brother. He is the son of the previous Queen of Atlantis, Atlanna, and Captain of the Guard, Orvax. He is a thorough Atlantean.
In the comic story, Atlanna died in an accident, but a confidant of the palace pointed out that it was Orm who did it. Orm denied it all. Later, because he was worried that the people on the surface would invade Atlantis, he launched a war between the ocean and the land, and also fought against the Justice League, and almost flooded the continent.
However, he and Arthur did not fall out with each other. From the beginning to the end, the two only had differences in their attitudes towards the people on the surface. Orm did not desire the throne, and even took the initiative to abdicate after Arthur returned, and made Arthur the King of the Sea.
But that's not what Schiller saw.
At 500 ml, panicked shadows began to appear on Ohm's body, and his flame burned more vigorously than anyone else's. What surprised Schiller was that Ohm's flame was also red.
That meant that the emotion surging in his heart was not greed, but outright anger, and he wanted revenge.
Nothing is right and could not be further from the truth.
Orm has no one to take revenge on, at least not at this stage. Arthur has not returned to Atlantis yet, and the two of them have almost no intersection. Even if there is, Orm has never clashed with Arthur over matters of power.
And at this stage, Om has not firmly believed that the surface people must want to destroy Atlantis. He feels more disgust than hatred towards the surface people. Such feelings cannot support such fierce anger and desire for revenge.
Schiller propped himself up painfully, staring at the blood-drawing hose, but he didn't want to stop. Instead, he hoped that this damn machine could go faster. Faster, he would soon see what was behind the flames.
After 600 ml, Schiller began to feel numbness in his lips, the extremities of his limbs gradually lost sensation, the tip of his tongue could not move freely, and his throat could hardly make any sound.
His heartbeat was getting slower and slower, and an indescribable cold was invading him, freezing Schiller's whole body. Everything from his eyes to his consciousness began to become blurred.
The Om in front of him had completely changed. His skin was peeled off, revealing an interior that was interwoven with deep red and dark blue. There was a black hole on his chest, and countless fingers were sticking out of the hole, rubbing the edge of the wound.
Sea water surged in the cave, and Schiller saw the topography of the Mariana Trench in it.
The blood continued to flow, but still very slowly. At this moment, everyone's eyes were focused here. They just wanted to know how much blood this madman wanted to draw.
Schiller still stared at the hose, faster, faster.
As his heartbeat became slower and slower, the edge of his vision was no longer blurry but began to surge with black, until it became smaller and smaller. Schiller knew that when his field of vision became small enough to accommodate only one person, then it was time.
When the bright red blood flowed up to the 700 ml scale of the pump, Schiller suddenly heard a slight sound of wind. He reached out to grab the blood-drawing hose, but it was too late. Three bat darts attacked from three directions and cut the hose into three sections.
Behind the splattering blood were everyone's shocked faces. A hand held down the hose on the pump side, an arm supported the fallen Schiller, and a fist knocked the staff member unconscious.
The sudden change shocked everyone. The onlookers dispersed, and the security guards rushed in with weapons. The crowd went against the flow and fled towards the exit, bumping into tables and knocking over bottles. There were screams, roars, and curses, and the entire second floor suddenly turned into a boiling pot.
"Quiet! Everyone be quiet!!!" An old man with a trident symbol on the center of his forehead appeared on the high platform in the middle, but his shouting had little effect, especially when a group of contestants received instructions from someone and began to deliberately create chaos.
"I said! BE QUIET!!!!"
Along with the roaring vibration, countless powerful ripples visible to the naked eye spread out from the old man's body, and the crowd was instantly pushed to the ground, crawling on the ground, and then the whole body shook violently, and almost all the passengers on the boat were knocked down.
Bruce, Batman Bay and the Batman from the main universe wearing a Mosasaur mask were caught off guard and fell to the ground.
In the VIP room, the man wearing a Megalodon mask rushed to the glass and narrowed his eyes.
Now he knew why Schiller bought him a VIP ticket.
"The day is bright and the night is vast,
Ghosts and monsters have nowhere to hide.
The heretics and rebels fear my divine light,
The green light is always bright and shines forever! "
Green light instantly filled the entire venue, and a huge shark shadow fell from the sky, emitting rich green light and landed in front of the old man.
The old man's eyes widened instantly, but soon a cunning light flashed in his eyes, the golden trident symbol on his forehead flashed, and the figure disappeared instantly, and Om also disappeared on the deck with the crowd.
At the same time, Stark, who had just touched the engine compartment of the Atlantis, watched helplessly as some kind of energy entrenched in the engine disappeared. A golden light flashed, and the abnormal data of the monitoring instrument on Stark's armor stayed for less than a second before returning to normal in an instant.
Natasha, who staggered in the staff lounge, wiped the blood splattered on her face, looked at the agent whose spine was broken by the shaking, and cursed with gritted teeth.
Thinking of the two names he had just mentioned, Natasha no longer hesitated, completely ignored the chaotic sounds coming from above, and walked upstairs as fast as she could.
As soon as she returned to the hall, Natasha's eyes were fixed on two black figures. They hurriedly retreated to the wall, and Natasha quickly followed them.
At this moment, huge waves were surging outside the boat.
(End of this chapter)