Chapter 1503 C Twilight Event (IX)

Red Robin stared at the monitor screen.

He saw Bruce take a sharp dagger made of blood from Cain's hand, slowly walked to Master Andrew and half-knelt down.

He reached out and hugged Master Andrew's upper body, whispered a few words in his ear, and then thrust the sharp dagger into his heart without hesitation.

The sharp long dagger pierced through his chest, blood gushed out like a spring, the vitality in Master Andrew's eyes gradually dissipated, and the only remaining doubt in Cain's heart was also dispelled.

Red Robin stared at the surveillance screen for a long time without saying a word, and Lilith said in his ear in a gloating tone: "Although in my opinion, this is indeed a good way to gain Cain's trust, I am a devil after all, and your righteous little heart is beating happily."

"Shut up." Red Robin's tone was unexpectedly cold. He was stagnant in front of the screen for a few minutes, then stood up and said: "You stupid woman, you don't understand what Batman killing means at all."

"He lied to us." Red Robin took a deep breath and said: "He is not fragile, nor gentle, and there is evil and madness behind his mask.

"Is killing evil?" Lilith asked.

"What I care about is not killing, but deception." Red Robin said gloomily: "He never showed this side to me, but he did this to Cain... Cain must die! "

Lilith was silent again, until Red Robin walked upstairs quickly, Lilith asked tentatively: "Although Oedipus and Oedipus are inevitable complexes for humans, don't you think you are a bit extreme?"

Obviously, Lilith glimpsed a corner of Red Robin's surging thoughts, which can be roughly summarized as Batman Batman Batman Batman Batman Batman and Batman and every Batman.

"He can kill, but he can't kill for Cain, because he didn't do it for us, which is a shameful betrayal." Red Robin took out the dagger at his waist and strode out the door.

"It's not that he tamed us, but that we tamed him. Because of our existence, he has things he can't do, and because of our existence, he has tried several times to do things he can't do. This should be the glory that only we can get. "

"But the Robin of this world has lost this honor, and Cain has it alone. I must kill Cain... for me in this world. "

Red Robin's murderous voice echoed in the empty hall until his back disappeared outside the door. One of the two figures standing by the railing of the patio on the third floor covered his mouth tightly, his eyes full of fear.

"What have you done? !" Red Hood looked at Schiller with a painful look and said, "You taught Batman to kill people, and used him to make Tim fall into a mood of revenge! What do you want to do?"

And Schiller, who was still wearing a suit and spotless, gently held the railing of the patio with one hand and said calmly, "I said, I want to take the blood of the lamb from Cain."

"Then why don't you do it yourself..."

"Like Cain, chase wherever the clues go, and add more trouble to yourself wherever you chase them? Jason, I heard from Professor Schiller, whom you know, that you seem to be very good at doing this. "

Red Hood's hair stood on end, he quickly stepped back a few steps, one hand tightly grasped the railing and said: "I just, I just want to improve efficiency."

"Then do you think Cain has improved efficiency?"

"Isn't he about to succeed?" Red Hood took a deep breath and tried to analyze: "He captured Westminster Abbey, killed Andrew, and got Bruce."

Schiller smiled and said: "Do you really think he can get Batman?" "But, but Batman killed for him!"

"That's because Batman kills people."

"How could Batman..." Red Hood looked at Schiller with incredible eyes. He finally couldn't help it, and took two steps forward to get closer to Schiller, looked into his eyes and asked: "Batman in this world kills people?"

Schiller nodded and said: "And the first person he killed was me.

Red Hood swallowed hard, and turned his gaze to the bottom of the patio, looking at the blood of Master Andrew, and couldn't help asking: "Even if Batman kills people, why would he kill Master Andrew if Cain hadn't bewitched him?"

"Did he really kill Master Andrew?"

"Of course, didn't we see it on the monitor when we first came? There is absolutely no possibility of fake death when a knife pierces the heart."

"That's in the society of ordinary people." Schiller tapped the railing with his fingers and said: "You have read so many historical gossips about the magic world, do you still think that death is the end of the magic world?"

Red Hood frowned, he thought carefully, then shook his head and said: "No, for the flesh, death is indeed the end, and the body of the magician will soon decay, but the soul of the magician after death is not free, they will fall into the hands of their creditors and suffer torture."

Red Hood's eyes suddenly widened, and Schiller looked at him with a gentle look and said, "Not long ago, the demons collectively broke the contract, and the person Andrew contracted with also tore up the contract between them, which means that Andrew is free. "If he signs a contract with another demon king at this time, his soul will naturally belong to this demon king after his death. Red Hood still didn't understand it, so Schiller sighed and explained, "The few words Bruce read in his ear before stabbing Andrew to death are the contents of the contract. He reached a contract with Andrew before his death. Andrew died. After that, his soul returned to Bruce. "

Red Hood opened his mouth wide, Schiller showed some reminiscence, and said: "When I signed the contract with Constantine, Bruce just broke in. He really learned very quickly.

"But, but..." Red Hood hesitated for a long time. Schiller's words contained too much information. He didn't know which question to ask for a while.

After a long process of organizing language, Red Hood couldn't help asking: "But Bruce is also a human. How can a human sign a contract with a human?"

"It depends on what he learned from Pride. I guess he either has the status of a demon king himself, or controls a demon king to make him obey his orders. This demon king reached a contract with Andrew in an instant before his death, and the soul will naturally belong to Bruce."

Red Hood took two minutes to gradually digest this fact. Well, he thought that Batman could kill people, so what was impossible for him to carry a demon king with him?

"Wait a minute. "Red Hood then remembered the question he wanted to ask just now. He turned to Schiller and said, "You signed a contract with Constantine? Do you also carry a demon king with you?"

Before Schiller could answer, Red Hood said in rapid succession, "But even if you carry a demon king with you, Constantine will not listen to the demon. He cheats angels and demons together. How can you trick him into signing a contract?"

Schiller gently raised his eyes, revealing a reminiscent expression, and then turned to one side, looking at Red Hood and said, "One day, he asked me if there was a trait of "lust" in my personality. I wanted to discuss some professional academic issues with him, and he asked me if we could talk about something else besides psychology. "

"I said I was more interested in his psychological condition, and he said to me, why not look into his heart, so I went to look into his heart. "

Schiller shook his head gently and said, "When I cut open his chest and pinched his heart with my hands, he screamed miserably. I couldn't kill people in the arrogant office, so I asked him to teach me a contract rune and engraved this rune on his heart."

Schiller ignored the extremely stiff expression of the Red Hood, but said with a little emotion: "He knew that if he didn't get rid of the body with the rune engraved on the heart, he would not be able to get free, so he attracted Cain, pretended to be a victim, found a reasonable reason to abandon his body, and wanted to use my anger to kill Cain."

"But he forgot that I have studied psychology. How could I not see his desire for freedom? I threw him into hell because I knew that no matter whether it was Azazel or other demon kings, they would only be defeated by Constantine, and they could not stop him. "

"Aren't you afraid that he would run away from there? "Red Hood asked doubtfully.

"He asked Cain to kill him in order to regain his freedom. He also has the ability to escape from hell, but he dares not do so. He must stay in hell, no matter how much torture he endures."

Schiller raised his eyes slightly, looked through the window of the villa at the dawn light gradually appearing on the skyline, sighed softly, and said: "I didn't say "I will avenge him", I always said "I will take back his blood"

"That heart and the blood in it belong to me, and this is to remind Constantine that as long as I take back what belongs to me, I don't need to look for anything else, including his soul.

"This means that if he is not waiting for me in the place where I put him down, that is, in hell, I will not go to find him, and he will be completely abandoned by the only savior who has saved him for so many years and whom he is willing to believe in."

"More importantly, I left behind the soul of his brother Thomas. If he is abandoned and his brother is left behind, it proves that it is always his brother who will be chosen, not him."

"He will become the poor little thing who has never been given hope since his mother's womb, and even can't get a decent name - Constantine will never tolerate such a thing happening again."

Schiller kept a smile on his face, but the Red Hood hid farther and farther. Finally, Schiller said: "So, no matter how much torture he suffers in hell, he will never leave."

"And there is no kind of suffering in this world that is deeper than what Constantine has given himself."

The huge wings flew over the abyss of pain burning in the flames of hell. When the pale hands stretched out, countless tortured, crying and screaming souls desperately stretched out their hands to grab the sky in order to seek salvation.

But it was not an angel, so no one could be truly saved. The pale hand only grabbed a soul lying in the center of the flames, letting the flames burn its body without any reaction.

Constantine was thrown heavily to the ground. Azazel folded his wings. Constantine opened his arms and lay flat on the ground, looking up at Azazel and said, "Is this all you can do?"

"Constantine, you are really a lunatic."

Azazel took a deep breath and looked at Constantine's soul that had been repeatedly tortured and scarred in the past few days. He raised his hand and a stream of pure energy repaired Constantine's body.

"Should I say thank you for your kindness?" Constantine sneered again, then he struggled to get up, but fell to the ground after a while, looked away and asked: "Do you have cigarettes, Your Majesty?"

"But you are a lucky lunatic." Azazel stared at Constantine coldly and said: "The reception is over."

Constantine's fingers clenched, he stared at Azazel with his eyes, as if he wanted to hear a certain name from his mouth, but Azazel said with a "sneer".

"His Majesty Lucifer heard your pain, and he asked me to let you go." Constantine's hand loosened.

"Let him go."