Chapter 929: Deep in the Mist and Rain (IV)

When the thick fog rose, the whole city seemed to be submerged in the sea of ​​fog. Only the towering buildings could stick their heads out of the sea of ​​fog. Schiller and others standing on the roof of the hospital were more like sailors caught in the sea of ​​fog.

When the fog passed by them, it seemed to put a mask on their faces. The blocked fog floated backwards. The fog added clothes for them and the rain covered them with armor.

Schiller looked down and saw two doctors screaming and rushing out of the hospital gate, and the crazy patients chasing behind them. An ambulance rushed in from the intersection next to them.

The driver opened the door and jumped out of the car. The out-of-control ambulance hit the street lamp pole next to it. Blood oozed from the gap of the door of the ambulance cabin. With a "bang", the door was knocked open, and a crazy doctor jumped out, took two steps at a time, caught up with the driver, and clamped his neck tightly with both hands.

A brilliant stream of light flew down from the rooftop, and a fireball hit the mad doctor's back, knocking him out.

However, the driver who was attacked had several more blood marks on his neck. After a while, his body temperature began to rise, and in the cold rainy night, his whole body was filled with steaming white mist.

The doctor who was hit before was not dead. He ignored the burns on his back and staggered to his feet. Brand on the roof narrowed his eyes and said, "...some ability, this curse improves their defense capabilities and allows them to be fearless of pain, just like a patient in an excited state who has been relieved of muscle restrictions."

"Immediately shut down the ventilation system of the Phase I and Phase II renovation project buildings. Before I determine whether it is a problem with the air or the rain, use the self-circulating system in the building. No one is allowed to go out!" Bruce said to the communicator.

Then, Schiller turned back and said to him: "Someone has used a large-scale curse attack on Gotham. It is not yet certain whether this curse is transmitted through wounds or rain, or both."

"I have a way to eliminate this curse, but..." Schiller raised his umbrella and said: "The umbrella needs to touch the receptor of the curse to absorb the curse on him. Moreover, it can only absorb the curse, not treat it.) If the host of the curse is seriously injured and can only survive by relying on the power of the curse, then as long as I remove the curse, he will die immediately."

Bruce narrowed his eyes and said: "What is the principle? How did you break this curse?"

"A more powerful curse." Schiller didn't say much, grabbed the umbrella body, and swung it towards Bruce. Bruce dodged sideways, and Schiller just tapped his shoulder lightly with the umbrella handle.

At the moment of contact, Bruce felt an emotion, and he found that the umbrella in Schiller's hand seemed to be alive.

"But unfortunately, I can't use this umbrella to knock on everyone in Gotham, and even if I can remove the existing curse in their bodies, they will still be infected if I don't find out the source of the curse."

"I will find out the cause of the curse." Bruce took out the communicator, then looked at Schiller and said, "But Gotham must be guarded by someone. If the curse is allowed to continue to spread, the city will surely fall into great chaos."

"Remember what I told you?" Schiller looked into Bruce's eyes and said, "A person who has been walking for a long time in a snowy night suddenly sees a campfire in the distance. He will definitely use his last bit of strength to run there."

"And if someone wants to extinguish this flame..." Schiller shook his head. Bruce was not sure whether he saw hesitation and retreat on the professor's face, but he heard Schiller, in a way he had never heard before, He said in a tone: "They will let you see the real madness."

Schiller raised his head and looked at the dark clouds in the sky. He said: "People who do all this will never understand that people raised on this crazy land will never fear any crazy curse."

"Batman should not save this place, but save those who want to get involved in Gotham's affairs and want to fly off the cliff." Schiller looked at Brand, then retracted his gaze and said: "Go, savior, these people who are already at the bottom of the abyss are destined to come here. Instead of worrying about us, you should worry more about those outsiders who don't know how to live or die."

After speaking, Schiller opened his umbrella and walked into the fog. His figure disappeared at the end of the street. A cluster of fire flashed where Brand was, and he also disappeared. Bruce looked at the chaotic image on the street and frowned deeply.

Batman now cannot pursue the traces of the mastermind alone because he does not have enough friends to help him guard here when the crisis comes.

At least now, Bruce thought so. He found that he couldn't even find a reliable teammate. The people he knew were almost no one except mental patients like Schiller, bad people like Constantine, and lunatics like the Joker.

But what surprised him even more was that after such a thing happened, his first reaction was to look for teammates, instead of rushing to the Batcave as quickly as possible, trying to split himself into eight pieces and take on all the work.

Soon, the helicopter landed on the roof of the hospital. The airflow generated by the rotation of the propeller temporarily blew away the thick fog. Holding the ladder of the helicopter, the helicopter took him higher and higher. Bruce saw that the chaos was spreading.

More and more people rushed out of the house, and the crazy monsters kept chasing them. More and more screams came from the streets. The world hidden under the sea of ​​fog has gradually become chaotic and crazy.

Bruce knew that he had to find out the mastermind as soon as possible. No matter who cast such a curse on Gotham, he must pay the price.

After Schiller left the hospital, he went straight back to the manor. When Merkel came up to him, Schiller smelled a strong smell of blood on him. He turned to Merkel and asked, "What did you do just now?"

"Cleaning the garden, sir. The awning and water pipes are all packed." Merkel took the coat from Schiller with a smile. Schiller glanced at the shotgun on the aisle at the entrance of the garden. He said, "In addition, we have found the right fertilizer for our garden renovation plan, right?'"

"Yes, it's just a little crazy." Merkel took the coat and Hang them on the hanger, smiling, but Schiller frowned and said, "You don't even know if they have gone bad, but you buried them in the garden. Aren't you afraid that the plants will jump up and beat you up?"

As he spoke, he walked towards the back garden with an umbrella. Merkel was a little confused. He said, "This is not the first time that a thief who doesn't know how to live or die has come to the manor to steal things, but this time it seems extra arrogant. They dared to pounce on me."

"Because they are not thieves at all." Schiller stood under the eaves and watched In the garden, a hint of blood smelled into his nose along with the damp smell of rain. Merkel seemed to realize that something was wrong. He said, "What happened, sir? Those people... shouldn't I bury them in the garden?"

"It's not clear yet." Schiller shook his head and said, "But you make your own decision, so you have to take responsibility for it. I'm going to Gotham University. If the plants jump up and slap you later, you'd better hope that the old gun can be useful."

After saying that, he turned around and walked back to the house. Merkel was a little anxious. I hurriedly caught up with him and said, "No way? Plants will really jump up and hit people? How is this possible?"

"I didn't expect that you would still raise such questions after staying in Gotham for so long." Schiller put on his coat again, and then said, "If you can't handle it, call Alfred, if you are not afraid that he will have a bigger opinion of your housekeeper college."

After that, he walked out the door, leaving Merkel alone in front of the gate looking around, confused, but soon, Merkel heard a slight movement in the backyard again.

Merkel sighed, came to the living room again, walked through the corridor, picked up the shotgun that was still warm, and came to the garden wall.

Standing on the scaffolding, Merkel found that several people were trying to climb up the wall and then climb into the yard. One of them was about to succeed, so when Merkel shot him in the head, he fell directly into the yard.

Putting down the gun, Merkel walked to the body expressionlessly, lifted the hem of his clothes, and dragged the body behind the oak tree.

With a shovel, blood came out. Digging further down, there were some bones that looked old, but Merkel didn't care. He dug a shallow pit with a gardening shovel and threw the body into it.

There was a low wall in the garden of Rodriguez Manor, and outside was the alley in the manor area. This wall did not play the role of protecting the manor, but was more like a bait, especially after the manor had a housekeeper who was proficient in gardening.

Merkel turned around, took out a bag of powder from the tool room, sprinkled it on the body, then lit a match and threw it down. In an instant, the flame hurt, and in the humid air, the flame seemed a little weak.

Burning the body was a long process. Merkel climbed up the scaffolding again. He held the shotgun and frowned at the chaotic situation outside the wall, feeling something was wrong.

At this moment, he felt the scaffolding under his feet shake. Merkel immediately bent down to stabilize his center of gravity, then went down two floors, put his hands on the top step, looked back, but did not see anyone.

The eaves of the tool room next to him did not shake at all, and it was not an earthquake. Merkel thought he was hallucinating, and got down from the scaffolding in confusion, ready to deal with the debris left after the burning.

But he had just taken two steps out, and with a "bang", he fell into the soil of the garden. Merkel stood up, cursed in a low voice, and looked back to see that it was a vine that tripped him.

"Plants really hit people?" Merkel said in a strange way. He shook his head, drove these unrealistic ideas out of his mind, came to the burnt debris, picked up the gardening shovel, and began to stir the soil here.

The bone residue was stirred into the soil as before, and no trace could be seen, but just as Merkel was turning the soil, he suddenly felt that something moved in the bushes opposite.

Merkel stepped forward, wanting to see what was going on. Suddenly, his shoulder hurt and he uttered an "Ah". He looked back and saw nothing.

Suddenly, he heard a faint sound. Merkel immediately looked at the ground at his feet. He saw that the vines on the ground twisted and continued to spread towards him.

The vines winding from the depths of the fog were shadowy between the grass and the soil. The sound of the vines rubbing against the ground was even more terrifying, like a ghost claw reaching out from hell.

But unfortunately, the housekeeper who managed this manor was least afraid of monsters.