Chapter 1960: U-Transcendence Event (Fifty-One).

Chapter 1934 U Transcendence Event (Fifty-one)

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

The screams coming from downstairs startled Batman and Natasha in the room.

About a few minutes ago, Batman used his blood to lure away Gluttony. Natasha came to the emergency blood bank, found the blood bags, and poured them all at the stairs of this floor.

Gluttony was indeed attracted, and the two were able to catch their breath. After a brief discussion, they decided to continue going up.

Batman explained, "Although it may be more dangerous upstairs, it is obviously the most dangerous to hesitate or go up and down the stairs repeatedly, because that may repeatedly arouse Schiller's vigilance."

"And based on my understanding of Schiller, if this game is not completely chaotic, but has rules to follow, then its difficulty must be unimaginably high. If we stay in one place for a long time, it is very likely that something bad will happen."

Natasha also agreed with his judgment and added, "The words of the Schiller who came before cannot be fully trusted, but no one has ever guaranteed us that any rules are reliable. Although he looks like a friend, what if he is a liar?"

"So it is better to rely on our own inference of the rules, and not to trust any Schiller easily. "Say, even if it's our teammate Schiller."

Batman nodded, then sighed and said, "Now the other Batman is with Schiller, I suspect he has been fooled."

Natasha took out the bandages from the medical bag she was carrying, and said while bandaging Batman, "How do you think Schiller will deceive him?"

"Mislead." Batman could give the answer without thinking, he said, "Schiller will not tell 100% lies, nor will he tell 100% truth. He will only tell part of the truth, but hide some of the most important truths, which is enough to make the other Batman pay the price of blood."

Natasha glanced at the floor, she understood that Batman was referring to the scream just now, which should have been made by Batman.

"When I was young, I was more obsessed with thinking and pursuing the truth. Once I started reasoning, it was easy to immerse myself in it and forget the dangers I was facing in the real world." Batman said in a low voice: "I guess he would make such a mistake. He might have found a place that he thought was safe in order to reason the truth with peace of mind. After staying there for a long time, he was found by a dangerous guy."

"Then we have to leave here as soon as possible." Natasha shook her head and said, "Even if I am not a great detective, I know that if there is more than one Schiller in a building, there is no safe place in this building."

"Nice to see you again." Schiller's voice rang in their ears again. Batman and Natasha turned their heads and saw the reflection of the half-long-haired man on the window glass again.

"Want to talk to me about my other personalities?" The half-long-haired Schiller spoke in a very relaxed tone. He said, "One of them has caught the prey and gave him a good show."

"What happened to the other Batman?" Natasha frowned.

"Don't worry, he's not dead, he just might have to suffer a little." Schiller shrugged in the reflection and said, "You'd better leave here quickly, otherwise don't blame me for not reminding you."

After bandaging Batman's wound, Natasha's initial arm wound had almost healed. After she casually bandaged it a few times, the two of them set off quickly.

And Schiller's voice kept ringing in their ears.

"There are four noteworthy personalities. They are different, some are strong and some are weak, but they all represent primitive desires."

"Hunting represents the human desire to pursue, art represents the human aesthetic desire, gluttony represents the human appetite, and sadism represents the human desire to abuse."

"Wait." Natasha interrupted him and said, "I can understand the first three, but the last one... normal humans shouldn't have this thing, right?"

"On the contrary, everyone has it." Schiller sighed and said, "The instinct to ask others to respond is actually the instinct of sadism. Humans seek attention throughout their lives, let others understand their need for emotional demands, and use this to change the behavior of others to satisfy themselves. In essence, it is sadism."

"It sounds like something a baby would do."

"It's true. Babies use crying to manipulate others to meet their most basic needs, but as they grow older, this manipulation becomes more subtle, and the needs change from the most basic survival materials to money, power and emotions."

"But the fact that we are happy because others change their behavior or attitude to meet our needs is itself a sadistic instinct."

"No need to explore the essence." Batman said, "Tell me about the law of their actions."

"The law is hidden in the essence."

After the two people's backs disappeared at the end of the corridor, another figure stumbled into the preparation room where they had just been. Judging from the outline of the figure, it was Bat.

In the dark preparation room, Bat reached out and groped, and when the moonlight flashed outside the window, Bat's true appearance was revealed.

Bei Bat's skin from above his right eye to the left jaw angle and then to the left clavicle disappeared, turning blood red, and the blood soaked most of his shirt.

He found the first aid kit as quickly as possible, but it was not for bandaging. Bandaging was useless for this level of injury.

Bei Bat found the alcohol for disinfection in it as quickly as possible, poured it down along the wound from the top of his head, and then lit the flame with a lighter he had just found somewhere else.

"Teng", the flames on Bei Bat's body illuminated the entire room, until the blood from biting his tongue flowed out of his mouth, and he only uttered a low whimper.

The flames burned for about dozens of seconds, and Bei Bat immediately began to roll on the ground, taking off his shirt to suppress the flames.

He didn't pour much alcohol, so the flames were quickly extinguished. At this time, the wound where his skin was peeled off was charred, but the bleeding was successfully stopped.

Schiller's figure appeared again behind Bei Bat in the reflection. Bei Bat stood there with his arms hanging down and panting, slowly clenching his fist on one side.

"You are not as angry as you think." Schiller's voice echoed in the room: "And you are feeling terrified and panicked about it."

Bei Bat's lips trembled.

"You find that you are not angry enough about my ridiculous behavior, but the reason you are not angry is not because I am not evil enough, but because I am too evil."

"It hurts, right?" Schiller put one hand on Bei Bat's shoulder again, and then seemed to touch his wound, "It is because you know how painful it is that you know what kind of pain the fish you saw in the hallucination experienced before dying."

"The pain you experienced personally soothed your anger." Schiller put his hand on Bei Bat's neck and covered the wound on his neck with his hand. Although Bei Bat could not feel any touch, he actually had an illusion that the skin there was being rewoven.

"You know that not everyone in this world is trapped in a sense of justice and cannot fight violence with violence. You have seen how I treat my enemies in the most cruel way, and you have also experienced how cruel I am, and this makes you feel happy."

"I didn't." Bei Bat took a deep breath and denied: "I will never feel happy with cruel behavior."

"Batman, look forward, open your eyes."

Bei Bat unconsciously raised his head and looked forward. He heard Schiller say: "That day, you saw your parents lying there, and the gunman's gun was still smoking."

Bei Bat's hands began to tremble, because he really saw two more bodies in the darkness of the room, and another black shadow, the black shadow he would never forget, was holding a gun, and a wisp of white smoke came out of the muzzle.

Suddenly, Bei Bat saw that the man's hat fell off, revealing his face. The last time Bei Bat saw this face was when he saw the news that the murderer Joe Chell was released early because he was a tainted witness. The anger he saw when he saw this news surged in his heart again.

But the next second, Joechel's skin began to peel off from his right eye socket, as if an invisible hand was tearing his skin and peeling it off bit by bit.

The murderer screamed indescribably, his mouth opened wide and his eyes widened, his eyeballs were about to roll out of his eye sockets, but his skin was still torn off bit by bit until the blood-red muscles were exposed.

Bei Bat knew how painful it was and how terrifying it was. He saw how the blood vessels, nerves and tendons under the skin were dissolved, and he saw how the blood flowed out like a waterfall and poured on the exposed nerves. Every scratch was like a heavy blow to the brain.

He knew exactly how painful it was.

When the unstoppable excitement surged from his heart, Bei Bat felt incomparable despair.

He slowly knelt on the ground, and when he lowered his head, he saw that he was holding half of Joechel's face in his hand.

His clenched fist dug a hole in the bloody skin, but it was not enough. An almost uncontrollable excitement made him reach out and tear the skin into pieces.

Crazy tearing, kneading, and crushing.

Hands full of fragments, hands full of blood, a cold wind blew, followed by a stronger wind.

Suddenly, Bei Bat felt the dazzling light, but he had no time to look at any scenery in front of him. He only saw Joe Chel standing in front of him. Except for the face, the rest of his body was intact.

Bei Bat rushed up like crazy, put his hand into Joe Chel's open mouth, madly tore open his mouth, pulled off his lower jaw, and inserted his hand into his eye socket, almost tearing his skull apart.

Bei Bat roared angrily, hitting the cracked skull with his fist again and again, until his hands were scratched by sharp bone fragments.

Until he was completely powerless, the anger disappeared, and only sadness filled his heart.

Suddenly, the wind stopped.

In the hazy vision, there was no longer the dark alley or the hospital room, but a straight corridor and rows of neatly arranged bus seats.

The scenery outside the window stopped receding, and outside the wide-open door, the sign for the fourth stop slowly appeared.

Sunlight poured in from the car window and fell on Bei Bat, who was kneeling on the ground.

He looked down with a blank face. The body lying under him was not Joe Chell, or even a human.

It was a purple-skinned goblin with pointed ears and fangs. At this time, his skull was completely smashed, and the fragments of bones were still stuck in Bei Bat's hands.

The shadow covered Bei Bat's vision again, and he raised his head to see Schiller's face.

Bei Bat blinked gently, and a hazy halo flashed in his vision. Under the sunlight, he saw Schiller's suit turned dark blue, and white sideburns appeared in a trance.

Bei Bat stood up shakily, and Schiller stretched out his arms to hug him and said, "You are not sick, this is your last knot... At least you executed him in your dream."

In the front row, Batman and Natasha woke up. They turned their heads and saw that Bei Bat hugged Schiller tightly, rested his chin on his shoulder, and slowly closed his eyes.

The two looked at each other and sighed.

"He is completely hopeless."

"I think so too."

There are still many murderers in this world.