Chapter 1956 U Transcendence Event (Forty-Seven)

Chapter 1930 U Transcendence Event (Forty-Seven)

Bei Bat slightly lowered his head and turned his eyes upward to look at Schiller, so that fine lines appeared above his brow. Schiller wrote down four words and circled them, like a mind map, and drew other branches below.

"I don't often go to the abyss, so I don't know much about them, but since they are spirits, they will definitely appear in their favorite image."

Schiller wrote a few words representing their dress below the four names. Bei Bat leaned over to take a look and found that the first one was written under "black shirt".

"He often attends various celebrity banquets and follows his prey through the dance floor, corridors and bathroom cubicles. In addition to wine, lip prints, and blood, his clothes are stuck to his clothes. Black is the color that is least likely to be dirty."

Schiller's low voice echoed in the room. Bei Bat only felt a bone-chilling chill climbing up from behind. He began to understand the protagonists of horror movies who encounter ghosts.

Then he saw Schiller wrote "white shirt" under the word "art" and explained it this way.

"If the dark background can swallow all colors, then white is to make the brightest colors appear. When he creates on a soft and hot material, the traces left on the white shirt will also become part of the work, which is a souvenir worth keeping."

When Schiller looked at the last two names, his pen tip paused for a moment, and then he wrote "gray scarf" under gluttony.

"He is not an elegant diner, usually overeating and gluttonous, because a lot of eating can quickly restore physical strength and replenish energy, and make ample preparations for everything that comes next. He often carries a gray napkin at a minimum to ensure that the soup will not drip on his clothes."

When it came to the last torture, Schiller's pen tip paused for an especially long time. He seemed to recall something, but finally wrote "red shirt".

"He will be very happy to wear all kinds of red clothes, which will remind him of the fish that keep jumping because they have lost their skin and are exposed to the air."

The last introduction about torture was the briefest, but Schiller's tone and some of the content he implied in his tone made Bei Bat shudder.

He looked down at the four names on the paper again, licked his dry lips gently, and then said: "Besides that? What are their characteristics and weaknesses?"

Schiller shook his head gently and said: "I have said that I don't often go to the abyss and don't know much about them. I only know one thing, that is, we try not to stimulate them, otherwise you can feel the treatment of the real protagonist of a horror movie."

Bei Bat's Batman intuition reminded him that what Schiller said was true, because the cold light of the glass fragments that flew by at that time was only about one centimeter away from his eyeballs, and that moment seemed as long as a century.

"As for their weaknesses, I can only guess." Schiller first pointed at the chase with a pen and said, "The chase will only hunt one prey at a time. Whoever he targets will appear in front of him repeatedly until he finds an opportunity to attack."

Bei Bat suddenly realized that Schiller's previous description of these pathological personality traits revealed some very obscure truths, so he instinctively said, "From the dance floor to the corridor, and then to the bathroom cubicle?"

At this moment, Bei Bat saw his vision shaking, and his eyes were filled with hazy light. When the light faded, the crowd on the dance floor scattered, and his vision locked on one of them.

The back of that person always appeared in the shaking vision, leaving the dance floor, greeting the people around him, taking the wine glass from the waiter, standing there and chatting with acquaintances, until he turned and walked towards the corridor.

Passing through the long corridor, the light became dimmer and the figure disappeared in the bathroom cubicle. The ceiling light flashed, and the mirror reflected Schiller's young face in a black shirt.

Bei Bat suddenly woke up, and he finally realized that Schiller was not describing a concept, but the past.

So the perspective continued.

Bei Bat saw a huge wall painting in his field of vision. Turning his head again, it seemed to be an art studio set up in a huge warehouse, and this huge wall painting depicted "The Education of Cupid" by French painter François Boucher.

Before Bei Bat thought about what metaphor this painting had, he saw a huge fish in the messy easel. A knife was stuck in the belly of the fish, but the blood foam that kept coming out of the gills showed that it was still alive.

Scrape off the scales, cut open the abdominal cavity, feel the muscles and bones, blood kept spurting out, staining along the cuffs, and leaving flower-like blood spots on the front.

A fierce feeling of hunger came, and the light in his field of vision began to shake constantly.

The sharp sirens were getting closer and closer, but also farther and farther away, and shouts, curses, and gunshots were endless.

Bei Bat found that his vision was gradually moving away from this body, and then he saw a huge warehouse covered in blood, and fish that had lost their scales and skin were jumping in the distance.

The police officers rolled in like beans, and their arms with guns raised formed a circle, like a huge flower. Schiller, whose pistil was bright red, stretched out his limbs on the ground, and his young face was filled with joy like a newborn.

Bei Bat suddenly woke up, and his eyes were completely different when he looked at Schiller again, but Schiller was unaware of it and was still lowering his head to talk about the possible weaknesses of several pathological personality traits.

Bei Bat could no longer listen.

He took a deep breath and stood up, turning his head to look at the other door in the office, which led to the bathroom.

He didn't say anything to Schiller, who raised his head, but walked straight to the bathroom. After entering, he didn't enter the toilet cubicle, but tried his best to suppress his voice and retched twice, then turned on the faucet to rinse his face.

Bei Bat stood up, wiped his face in front of the mirror, and combed back the broken hair on his forehead that was stained with water.

The ceiling light flickered.

The image of Bei Bat in the mirror suddenly changed, and he saw Schiller again, but not the young face.

He had white sideburns, no glasses, and his gray eyes were very scattered, looking at Bei Bat with a smile.

Bei Bat blinked, and he disappeared again.

Bei Bat was about to ask, when the faucet suddenly moved.

With a "squeak", the faucet switch was turned on, and the water flowed out, covering the sound of speaking, and Schiller appeared in the mirror again.

This time Bei Bat saw clearly, he was wearing a dark blue suit, dark orange tie tied with a double Windsor knot, looking solemn and gorgeous.

"What you see is real."

His voice seemed to ring in Bei Bat's ears, making him turn his head, but there was nothing there.

"Who are you?"

"Who is Schiller?"

Bei Bat didn't expect him to ask back like this, and he didn't have the answer to this question at all, but he just saw it, at least part of it.

So the answer was about to come out of his mouth, but he still lowered his head, shook his head and said, "You can't create illusions for me."

"You know it's not an illusion."

Bei Bat leaned on the sink again, panting. What he saw, heard, and touched in that vision was too real.

The bright lights of the banquet, the noisy voices, the panting and weak struggle of the injured prey and the warmth of blood...

"Why?" Bei Bat asked angrily, "Are you just enjoying all this?!"

"They are my enemies, but I do enjoy all this."

Bei Bat slowly closed his eyes, and his hands pressed on the sink began to tremble. For him, this was a real ghost story-there is a group of people in this world who feel the enjoyment and joy from the bottom of their hearts by killing their own kind. They are natural criminals and natural killers.

"Who is Schiller?"

The ceiling light flickered a few more times, and the low voice appeared in Bei Bat's ears again.

The light flickered again, and the figure that seemed particularly tall disappeared, and Bei Bat's face appeared in the mirror.

He was wearing a hospital gown, which formed a sharp contrast with the gorgeous and dignified suit. The eyes sunken in the eye sockets looked particularly dim under the illumination of the ceiling light.

"Who is Schiller?" he murmured to himself.

This time, he saw the figure of Schiller in a gorgeous suit appear behind him in the mirror.

Schiller stretched out a hand and put it on his shoulder. Although Batman didn't feel any touch, he still felt an indescribable weight that almost crushed him.

"Answer me, Batman, who is Schiller?"

"He is..." Batman's eyes began to flicker with the light above his head. He panted in a low voice, and finally only a voice that sank to the bottom of the valley echoed in the small room.

"Schiller is... a murderer."

Batman and Natasha were cleaning the blood on Natasha's arm in the bathroom. Natasha stared at the door nervously and said, "Hurry up, he may come soon."

She looked down at the wound on her arm. It was a few minutes ago when they just came up from the stairwell and the window at the end of the corridor exploded.

At that time, they did not realize the seriousness of the problem. They just thought it was a ghost until they saw Schiller's shadow on the glass again. At the same time, Natasha's blood disappeared.

What's more terrifying is that the wound, which was not deep at first, is getting deeper and deeper, and the blood is flowing more and more, but not a drop falls to the ground. It all disappears out of thin air.

It seems that the coagulation function of platelets has suddenly stopped working. There is no sign of blood coagulation. It just keeps flowing out and disappears into the air.

It was not until Natasha saw from the window of the ward in the corridor that Schiller, wearing a gray scarf around his neck, was constantly tearing open the wound on Natasha's arm with his hands, and all the blood disappeared on his fingertips.

Batman and Natasha realized that Schiller was not wandering aimlessly. They were just lucky before and did not encounter Schiller who would target them.

The two ran all the way and finally found the bandages in the preparation room in front. They ran all the way to the bathroom and shook off Schiller who was following them. They were preparing to bandage the wound.

Just when Batman cleaned the wound and was about to put the bandage on it, the lights above their heads suddenly flashed twice.

A figure appeared in the mirror of the sink.

Natasha opened her eyes wide because she was very familiar with this figure. Schiller in the mirror was wearing a turtleneck sweater and half-long hair tied behind his head. He was staring at Natasha with a smile.