Chapter 1179 Professor (End) (Updated on Birthday)

The cold moonlight poured into the room through the intact windows.

In the room with red wooden floor and green wall lamp, the desk, single sofa and other furniture disappeared, replaced by a long table with a dark green tablecloth on the table.

The figures sitting on both sides of the table looked a little strange.

The first person was wearing a police uniform, with a burly figure and a serious face.

The second person had a pair of big wings, blond hair and blue eyes, handsome and beautiful.

The third person was wearing a suit with a red poppy on his chest.

The fourth person was wearing a purple long suit, smiling even without expression.

The fifth person was wearing a tweed windbreaker and a beret, dressed like a British gentleman, but looked uneasy.

The sixth person was thin and small, pale, with a cold expression and a disgusting hooked nose.

The person standing in the main seat was wearing a dark green suit, a red tie, and holding an empty goblet in his hand.

Schiller's expression was not cold, his facial muscles were relaxed, but no one could relax because of this. When he began to pace slowly in the room, the heels of his leather shoes stepped on the floor, and the echo was deafening.

"I know, you may be wondering why I am so rude to invite you to my banquet without preparing any dishes?"

Schiller suddenly stopped and turned to look at the table and the people on both sides of the table. He gently turned his hand and twisted the goblet in his hand, and said in a low voice:

"I know that there are many people like me in this world, but once they start to flood, I feel bored, just like you hate large-scale pig farming."

"For this. I have to take some measures to control their number, but that is a very boring process. I hope someone can do this for me... Batman will be a good candidate."

Schiller stopped in front of the long table, gently put down the goblet in his hand and said: · Before I met him in person, I just thought he would be a good knife, but now. I changed my mind, so those delicious dishes that were supposed to appear in front of you are no longer necessary. "

Gordon, who was sitting on the left, turned his head to look at Schiller. He stared at Schiller's face and asked, "...What did you do to Bruce?"

Schiller looked at him and shook his head gently, saying, "Detective, I am not a killer. I never kill people, nor am I a sadist. I have no interest in torturing anyone."

"I never ask anyone to pay anything for me. All those who make pilgrimages to me are my humble, pitiful, but very pious believers, a group of lost lambs."

Schiller gently opened his hands and said, "I have never set any traps, never told lies, and never used deceptive means. I am just not afraid to analyze the real me to anyone."

Gordon felt his heart beating violently. The pressure brought by Schiller made him almost breathless. Schiller slightly bent over and looked into Gordon's eyes and said, "What they voluntarily offered to me has nothing to do with me. "

Gordon slowly closed his eyes, his fingers grasping the armrest, and another figure sitting on the right side of the long table suddenly turned his head and looked at the door leading to the lounge in the corner of the office.

The tail end of his huge white wings trembled, Lucifer put one hand on the table, looked at Schiller, and said seriously: "Don't do this. Schiller, you know that this will make you farther and farther away from what you want. "

Schiller suddenly turned his head and stared into Lucifer's eyes. He reached out and picked up the high-heeled glass on the table. After looking at Lucifer, he turned around and walked towards the wall where the door of the lounge was.

I don't know when there was a faucet there, like the one installed on a wine barrel, delicate, slender, reflecting the luster of metal.

The glass high-heeled glass reached under the faucet, and a hand gently turned the valve. When the red liquid fell into the glass, everyone at the table had different expressions.

Cobert, who was sitting at the end, moved his nose slightly , Jack, who had been squinting his eyes as if he was asleep, suddenly woke up and began to become a little excited.

Alberto had a blank expression, Thomas Constantine was a little confused, and Lucifer frowned deeply, turning his head from time to time to look at the door of the lounge.

Schiller came back with a small half cup of liquid. He came to Lucifer's side, bent down, and brought the cup to his mouth.

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Lucifer looked up at him, Schiller raised his mouth slightly, bent his waist lower, and said to his ear: "You and I know that he is special."

"Schiller." Lucifer called Schiller's name very seriously, and said to him seriously: "If you do this, you will never have the freedom you want."

"Yes, anyone who intersects with him may become a stepping stone for his growth. He will not die, but will live in pain forever, and then continue to stand up and burn himself when he needs it, adding a little color to his greatness."

"No one can escape this fate, including you and your father. All your great powers are nothing compared to his fate. Your powerful ability to change the world and create and destroy the universe may be written down as a few words at any time and disappear forever."

Schiller turned his head and stared at Lucifer's eyes from the front and said, "You are deeply afraid of this, but now you have a chance to prove your arrogance..."

Schiller passed the goblet a little further forward until it touched Lucifer's lips, and Lucifer kept leaning back to avoid the wine glass approaching him until his head rested on the back of the chair.

Lucifer tilted his head, looked up at Schiller and said, "You really look like someone I know... a snake."

Schiller slowly straightened up, lowered his eyes, glanced at Lucifer, then walked back to the main seat with the wine glass in his hand. After putting the wine glass down, he said, "Don't worry, everyone. This is not the privilege of my friend Lucifer Morningstar. Each of you will get a glass of wine--"

"... 1000 ml is enough."

The dim room was filled with various furniture. The chairs were turned upside down on the table. The shadows of the chair legs stretched by the moonlight were like claws. When they covered a person, he felt like he was being dragged into hell.

There was a single sofa near the wall of the door. The figure sitting on it hung his head. The strands of hair on his forehead blocked his pale face. Nothing was restraining him, but his hands were like being tied and placed flat on the armrests of the single sofa.

On one of the arms, there was a scary-sized needle tube, and bright red blood gushed out, climbing up along the curved pipe, passing through the cement and steel bars of the wall, and flowing into the equally exquisite glass through the delicate faucet.

Lucifer retracted his gaze, looked at Schiller again and said, "This is all your plan... You want to take revenge on us."

"But no matter what kind of pressure you use to force Batman to harm himself, this account will be counted on you... Schiller, stop it, do you really want your student to cut open his chest and let him bleed to death?"

Gordon stood up suddenly, and he looked at the door of the lounge with a shocked look. Although he did not have the ability to see through, he had already seen the pile of winding snake-like pipes, a pair of leather shoes, pale arms, and equally pale lips.

Schiller knocked the bottom of the high-footed glass on the table, making a "clang" sound, and everyone heard the warning in it.

"This is just the beginning, friends. The Lamb hasn't started his show yet."

Lucifer closed his eyes. When Schiller turned and walked towards the door, he suddenly said, "Let's make a bet. If I win, you let him go and let yourself go."

Schiller turned around with the cup and looked at Lucifer. An anxious atmosphere spread in the room. Everyone seemed to be listening to the trial. After more than ten seconds of silence, Schiller said, "... What do you want to bet?"

With a "creak", the sound of the door being pushed open was extremely clear in the dark room, like a prelude to a sentence.

The person who came in didn't turn on the light, but to Bruce, the footsteps sounded as heavy as thunder. Bruce, who was pale, looked up and saw Schiller's face in the dark.

"How does it taste?" Bruce's hoarse voice sounded.

Schiller stood in the darkness, watching him quietly. After a moment of silence, he said, "...Very good, thank you for the hospitality."

"...My pleasure."

When Schiller stood still in the darkness, it seemed as if his whole body was hidden in the endless darkness. The only thing that attracted attention was his calm face. No one could have imagined that divinity and evil would appear so harmoniously on the same face.

"You performed very well, so I will abide by the agreement and not do anything to others." Schiller said, but Bruce did not respond. Schiller continued, "But I hope to have a little more, otherwise, I will still serve them on the table,...Are you willing?"

"How much do you want?" Bruce asked with his head down.

"Another 1000 ml." Schiller replied.

Bruce's breathing rate has been very slow, which is a typical manifestation of a lower heart rate. When he heard this number, he did not react.

When Schiller cast his eyes on him, he could not see any expression on his face until his hoarse voice sounded again:

"Do it."

Schiller's lips twitched, and he walked closer to Bruce, resting his hands on the armrests of the chair where Bruce sat, leaning down, looking down at Bruce, and said:

"If I heard correctly, you let me drain your blood so that I would not do anything to those serial killers?"

Schiller stood up slightly, then stretched out his hand, pinched Bruce's neck, forced him to look up, and then looked into his eyes and said: "...You want to die for those criminals?"

The blood-drawing machine did not stop. Bruce had now lost more than 1,000 milliliters of blood, so his child hole had begun to expand a little, but he still said with some effort:

"I don't want you to kill people."

Bruce stared at Schiller's eyes with a distracted look. He found that Schiller's eyes were getting brighter and brighter. The terrible desire in them not only did not weaken, but became stronger and stronger, just like a person who had been hungry for who knows how long, and suddenly saw a piece of meat with fat and lean meat and cooked to the right temperature.

The next second, the lights in the house came on. Schiller kept his original posture, let go of his hand, threw Bruce's face to the side, and then stood up.

The figure of Lucifer with his wings spread appeared at the door. Schiller turned around and shook his hand as if he was a little annoyed.

Lucifer snapped his fingers, and all the blood flowed back into Bruce's body. Gordon walked quickly to Batman's side, pulled out the needle from his arm, and said, "I suggest you believe in religion. If it weren't for Lucifer today, you would be in big trouble."

Bruce's head was still a little dizzy, so he couldn't see Schiller and Lucifer who walked to the window. He looked at Gordon's face and asked, "What's going on?"

Gordon glanced back at Schiller, but seemed to be afraid to look at him for too long, and quickly turned his eyes back, looked at Bruce and said, "The good news is that he is not as cruel as you think, but the bad news is that he is a hundred times more difficult to deal with than you think..."

"Schiller and Lucifer made a bet." Gordon continued to explain. Bruce looked up at him, and Gordon sighed softly and said:

"Who are you sacrificing yourself for?"

Bruce held the armrest of the chair, the feeling of weakness was still fresh in his memory. He put one hand on the chair, lowered his head, and slowly said:

"I am a human being, not a monster without perception or emotion. I know who has paid for me and how they have changed me."

"There have been too many dilemmas in my life. No matter what I choose, someone has to sacrifice."

"And the scene I dreamed of but couldn't get is just like today. One side of the scale is me. The only thing I have is the power to choose to sacrifice myself without having to bear the guilt."

"But if he lets me choose who is the side that is lifted up because of my fall..."

Bruce dragged out a long tone, which made his tail sound like a sigh.

He looked at Schiller standing in front of the window, still peaceful and calm, as if incompatible with anything in this world. Bruce continued:

"Of course, it will be this professor who has never given up saving me at any time and made me feel that I have someone to rely on."