Chapter 942: The Mystery of Schiller’s Past (Part 2)

Before Constantine had time to think about what was going on with the body in front of him, he heard the roar of a car engine coming from far away, followed by the sound of a car door opening. Obviously someone was coming.

Constantine looked around and found that there was a pile of waste in the depths of the warehouse.

He had no time to think about it, so he rushed over and hid under a piece of plastic sheet. Then, a dazzling light shone into the warehouse from the gap between the raised roller shutters, making the ground as white as snow.

The blood streaks on the ground looked like plum blossoms blooming in winter. Constantine's pupils shrank suddenly, because from his point of view, there were at least seven or eight bodies lying on the ground in the warehouse.

The people who came in were a man and a woman. Because they were backlit, Constantine could not see their specific faces, but they spoke English with the same British accent as Constantine, so he heard their conversation very clearly.

"Lola, I've said long ago that Patient No. 1 can't be released so early. When we took him back, his performance was beyond all our previous test subjects. Moreover, he has high-functioning autism and his mental state is unstable..."

"Stop talking." The woman said, "This is our joint decision. Don't you also want to see the strength of Patient No. 1?"

After that, she raised her chin, turned her head towards the corpses, looked at the man and said, "See? This is him, our most successful test subject so far. He was 15 years old and killed 11 trained security guards with guns and full bullets with just a knife..."

Hearing this, Constantine frowned deeply. He looked in another direction. There were indeed traces of bullets on the wall of the warehouse.

But judging from the bloodstains on the ground, the bullets did not hit anyone. All the bodies lying on the ground died from sharp blade wounds, and the blood splattered so far.

"Patient No. 1..." Constantine whispered in his heart: "Who are they referring to? If this is Schiller's memory space, could it be Schiller?"

Just then, the woman called Lola spoke again: "The effect is not bad, but it's a pity that the security personnel sent by the old man to escort us are all here. However, he deserves it. Who made him interfere with our experiments before?"

The man next to her shook his head with some dissatisfaction and said: "We don't have many people to send in, and you have wasted so many people..."

"But it's worth it, isn't it?" Lola shrugged, walked to the side of the corpse, squatted down, checked the wound, and said: "What a beautiful knife, elegant and exquisite Accurate, one shot to kill. "

"Okay, stop sighing, I'll call someone to deal with all the bodies here, and then quickly send Patient No. 1 to the target location, otherwise, if he is discovered by the people here, it will be a bit troublesome."

But Lola sneered and said, "In such a poor country, how can it have the energy to do security work? Don't worry, their attention is not on us at all. If you ask me, it doesn't matter if I add a few more rounds of experiments."

Hearing their conversation, Constantine felt a little confused. He looked up and looked at the warehouse again, and then turned around and found two stickers on the wall. Of course, Constantine didn't know that this kind of thing was called a small advertisement, but he could recognize that the words written on it were Chinese.

"Isn't this Britain?" Constantine rolled his eyes and said in a voice that only he could hear: "Are these people British spies?...Oh, God, what nonsense am I talking about? How can there be orthodox British spies?"

Constantine saw that not long after, another group of people came, and the shutter door was completely opened. They began to deal with the bodies on the floor of the warehouse. As the light of the flashlight continued to approach here, Constantine thought that he had to find a way to run out.

He came to find the cursed soul and was not interested in Schiller's past, so he just wanted to leave this place quickly.

But just when he was thinking about whether to use some unconventional means to transfer, he saw that the door of the warehouse turned into a bright square, and a black shadow suddenly appeared in the square.

Judging from his figure, he was very thin, less than 1.8 meters tall, and had almost no signs of exercise. Outside the warehouse, the moment the car lights flashed by, the light passed over his face, and Constantine found that this was not Schiller, at least not in appearance.

But he is not a pure Asian, he looks a bit like a mixed race, and what Constantine cares about most is that in a flash, he saw the boy, with the same gray eyes as Schiller.

Constantine, who is proficient in mysticism, knows that the saying "eyes are windows to the soul" is not just a metaphor. If there is any external manifestation of the human soul, it must be the eyes.

If Constantine meets a soul in the spiritual world and wants to find him in reality, the best way is to look at his eyes in reality. People with high spiritual perception can see the soul of a person through his eyes, and Constantine happens to be one of those people with very high spiritual perception.

The moment he saw the boy's eyes, Constantine knew that he should be Schiller, but why did Schiller in the memory space look different from the real one?

Constantine thought that it might be due to personality differences. He had seen patients with dissociative identity disorder who had several different personalities and different souls.

Just when Constantine was about to think about this problem in depth, Schiller, who stood in front of the door, did not give anyone time to think.

Constantine saw that he was holding a long knife that looked a bit like a bone-chopping knife, about the length of his forearm, which was a bit inconsistent with his thin figure, but soon, Constantine had no time to think about the problem of inconsistency.

The traffic coming and going on the opposite highway all turned on the high beams, and the lights flashed outside the warehouse door.

The stream of light was like a gentle hand, brushing over the cold butcher knife. Constantine saw that the blade reflected the light and shadow of neon. Soon, such a gorgeous shadow disappeared, leaving only a blood red.

The moment they found someone breaking in, the man and woman took out the pistols from their waists, but it was too late.

The butcher knife swung horizontally, the stream of light cut through the air, and one knife chopped the opponent's wrist, rolled to avoid the shooting of another person, and then another knife.

When the butcher knife was pulled out, there was a "swish", and the warehouse floor illuminated by the light was shining with the knife light and blood.

He turned back again, using the blind spot of the backlight to avoid the aiming gun line, he stuck behind the man, stabbed the sharp butcher knife into his body, and then loosened the handle.

It was not until the body fell to the ground that he stepped on the man's spine and pulled the knife out.

Constantine swallowed his saliva, he felt that now was not a good time to go out.

However, the boy seemed to have noticed that there were still living things in the warehouse. When he walked towards Constantine with a knife, Constantine knew that today might not be a good day.

Of course, Constantine is a magician. Even in the memory space, he has the means to use magic. With a flash of fire, it appeared behind Schiller, and his hands lit up with golden light.

He raised his hands and turned them gently. A golden magic circle appeared between his hands. With a "clang", the long knife chopped on the magic circle. At the moment when sparks flew, Constantine's face was illuminated.

His appearance looked vicissitudes and tired. The boy opposite him was thin and pale. When the two sick faces faced each other, Constantine could feel that his innate madness and evil were instantly ignited.

The magic circle condensed and turned into a beam of light, which flew past the ear of the young Schiller. He turned his head slightly and looked at the place where the light landed. In an instant, a burnt mark appeared there.

The handle of the long knife went from the index finger to the little finger, and then back to the index finger. The moment the thin knuckles grasped the bandage on the handle, Constantine retreated rapidly again. When he clenched his fists, another beam of light was shot out.

The young Schiller rushed forward again, and Constantine condensed a magic shield to block, but at this time, he saw that the boy opposite him showed a sneer.

The next second, he sprinted to the right at a speed that Constantine could hardly see, and threw the butcher knife.

Constantine hurriedly turned the magic shield, but was knocked down by the long knife in an instant. When he was chopped on his body, he found that the knife was much heavier than he thought, and Schiller's strength was much greater than he thought.

The blade cut his skin and continued to fly forward. With a "clang", it fell to the right front of Constantine.

Constantine, who was lying on the ground, screamed and panted heavily. He saw that the young Schiller came over, picked up the knife, and then turned around to look at him, but at this moment, Constantine showed a sneer.

A series of lightning flashes jumped out from his body, and when they touched Schiller's feet, he was paralyzed for a moment. Another stream of light knocked him out. Constantine staggered to his feet, picked up the knife, and said:

"What a good knife..."

When he touched the handle of the long knife, he knew that he had found the "weak item" that Zatanna mentioned, but this also meant that the world would become more terrifying.

The injured Constantine did not stay for long. While Schiller had not recovered from the impact of the stream of light, he quickly ran out of the warehouse and pulled down the shutter door.

When he was robbing a car, he saw a figure standing in the dark warehouse door, watching him, but did not catch up.

Constantine held the handle of the knife with a little force on his knuckles, but soon, he hung the long knife on the inside of his windbreaker, then robbed a car and drove towards an unknown intersection.

While speeding on the road, Constantine was sure that this was not Britain. The unfamiliar architectural style, the mysterious words he couldn't understand, and the car music that was completely different from the British radio...

For the first time, Constantine became curious about Schiller's past. Why did he have a personality that grew up in an oriental country? And why did he end up on the east coast of the United States, in Gotham?

But what concerned Constantine more was who the man and woman with British accents who appeared in the warehouse were? What was the so-called experiment and patient No. 1?

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