Chapter 2297 Gotham Music Festival (Twenty-Nine)

Chapter 2290 Gotham Music Festival (Twenty-nine)

Just as Bruce and Schiller were confronting each other, the door of the second-floor room suddenly opened, and a group of weirdos wearing various marine life masks walked in. The leader was an old man without a mask, but with a golden trident pattern painted on his forehead.

"Welcome everyone to the Atlantis. Before that, we will give you enough time to change clothes and wear masks. Don't worry, the ship will not leave far. When everyone is ready, we will set off to board the ship."

His words made most people a little confused. Isn't it too late to remember to change clothes and wear masks now?

If you want to be anonymous, just let people change clothes and wear masks before coming in. Now they have already used their real names. Some people even explained their identities and origins when chatting with each other. Isn't wearing a mask like taking off your pants to fart?

Who dares to accept the challenge is not good enough? Even if the face is covered by a mask, the identity of the other party can be judged by voice and body shape, especially since many people in the field are very distinctive.

Christopher's face darkened. He knew that this rule was not in his favor. He was busy talking to Schiller just now and didn't remember the characteristics of other people, but he himself was very distinctive.

On the way to the dressing room, everyone also reacted. This was the purpose of the organizer. All the public figures among the challenged were open, and those ordinary people changed their clothes and put on masks. Basically, few people could tell them apart.

Schiller was also assigned to a dressing room. When he stopped at the door, he saw a familiar figure among the other challenged people who hurried through the corridor.

Schiller recognized this person, but said nothing. He turned and walked into the dressing room. This was a very common shopping mall dressing room. The space was small, with a small stool, a bar and a mirror. The clothes were placed in the cabinet on the right.

Schiller opened the cabinet door and found a dark red Baroque dress in the cabinet. The classic Baroque collar white shirt was made of light white silk material, and the outside was a tight red waistcoat with long shawls on both sides.

Schiller heard exclamations from other dressing rooms in the corridor. He guessed that all the challenged people should have a common clothing theme, which should be European classical dresses this time.

After Schiller changed his clothes and arranged his cloak, he found two gold chains on the partition under the wardrobe, one of which was a necklace and the other was a decorative chain connecting the brooch and epaulettes.

This red dress has a naval style except for the color. The upper part of the cloak is tight, the waistline of the vest is clean and neat, and the metal decorations are well neutralized. The shortcomings of Baroque clothing are too complicated and lack of visual center.

After Schiller changed his clothes, he sighed softly and looked at the mirror and said to himself: "Do you think this is a coincidence?"

In Schiller's own vision, he had a pair of scattered gray eyes in the mirror, and a faint smile hung at the corners of his mouth.

Just like in the movie, Schiller can actually communicate with his other personalities through traditional methods such as mirrors.

Although this can ensure that the main consciousness that is controlling the body does not have to go down, and the body is safer, in the real world, speaking one sentence at a time is obviously not as fast as communicating thoughts in the spiritual world, so they usually only use this method when the body may be in danger.

In short, this is how it has always been done in the previous life. The method of just leaving the body there and gathering all the personalities in the tower was developed after the gray fog appeared.

"Of course not, but it will be more convenient for us to enjoy this festival. This is what we deserve, isn't it?"

Schiller sighed and said, "The person who invited me may never think that the place he carefully selected is not a weakening for me, but..."

"It's a nostalgic past."

Schiller lowered his head and took out something from the pocket of his original clothes. It looked like a small wine bottle, but there was a mouthpiece at the bottom. It was a small inhalation aerosol bottle.

He took a sip, feeling more air flowing into the expanded trachea, but some of the pain and weakness that made him remember so deeply had gone away, so the cold air that rushed in only made him feel the coldness of his chest, as well as the familiar drowsiness and slowness.

Putting the aerosol back into the pocket of his dress, Schiller adjusted his collar, and took off his glasses when he pushed the door and walked out. The dim light in the corridor cast a deep shadow on his thick eyelashes, and then put on a mask that covered all but the scattered gray eyes.

Schiller put on a black mask with octopus tentacles on the lower part, and the other invitees who hurriedly passed by the corridor also wore masks of various marine creatures.

They hurried, constantly stroking their gorgeous dresses, saying that they had never seen such smooth materials and exquisite designs. At the same time, they also found that the masks not only covered their faces, but also made their voices vague.

Ordinary people found that behind the masks, the voices changed, and the body shapes changed by the different tightness of the dresses, those public figures they were confident they could recognize immediately seemed to be hidden behind impenetrable secrets.

Most people don't have that kind of confidence to firmly believe in their own judgment without tangible evidence. They only think who a person looks like, but if in a critical situation, they must be sure of the covered face, vague voice and changes. Their posture will make them hesitate in place.

This seems fair. Public figures are more conspicuous, but ordinary people have no conclusive evidence to determine their identity, so the most dominant among them are smart people who are not public figures.

The staff member, who was also wearing a sea creature mask, walked in again and led everyone in the waiting hall to the boat on the pier. As Schiller followed the flow of people quickly through the corridor, he heard a series of rapid footsteps of high heels.

A woman in a baroque dress walked quickly forward side by side with Schiller, covering her face with a fan in her hand and said: "I think we will need allies in the next game, and I am very optimistic about you. What do you think?"

Schiller looked forward and said: "I am not in good health and I am not sure of victory. I am afraid I will disappoint you, madam."

"A lame excuse." The other party sighed. Her voice was roughened by the mask, and she could barely hear any accent. She said, "I can see that you are a smart person. Today's game is not easy. , you'd better think about what I said."

After saying that, she quickened her pace and walked in front of Schiller. Schiller held the aerosol in his hand, and his eyes focused at the moment he saw her back.

Schiller lowered his eyes gently, making all the figures blurry as if passing through his eyelashes. Time seemed to have stopped flowing in his ears, the sound of wind flew past his temples, and everything around him became blurry, except for that The back gradually becomes clear.

But just a second before the focus was completed, the figure in the skirt turned around and walked down the stairs. Schiller, who was standing in front of the second floor window, took a deep breath of spray, stood silently by the window, and Silent.

Another figure wearing a dark green semi-leather dress walked behind Schiller. His eyes fell on the aerosol bottle in Schiller's hand. The moment he looked through the eye holes of the mask, he stepped back half a mile. step.

It was familiar yet unfamiliar, so he took another step back.

Schiller turned his head, and then turned to look at him. Judging from his distracted eyes, he didn't seem to see anything. The man in the dark green dress took another step back.

"Please first." He made a gesture of invitation.

Schiller just lowered his head slightly gloomily, put the aerosol to his mouth, and walked down the stairs while inhaling.

Which one will it be? Someone heard his own voice asking this, but at the same time, a louder alarm reminded him, don't be curious, don't be curious this time, don't be curious again.

Schiller stood in the crowd, and he was incomparable with those special people who were stronger or thinner than ordinary people. He did not communicate with anyone, and he seemed to be drowned in the crowd.

Then they boarded the boat, which was a small boat that could accommodate only fifty people. The boat was not full. When Schiller entered the cabin, he saw the woman, but unfortunately she was sitting in the last row.

Schiller sat down by the window in the third row from the front. He felt someone sitting behind him and staring at him, but Schiller just stared at the sea quietly.

The ship started, and there were echoes of doubts in the cabin. Everyone could feel that this journey was different from usual. Although they had never participated in such a game, they heard that there was not so much trouble. step.

Through the cabin window, people could see that the old man in charge was right. The cruise ship had not gone far and was waiting for them quietly in the sea not far from the dock.

The staff walked in again, and after saying some polite words of welcome, they began to introduce the rules and precautions of the game to them.

"You are all decent people, and I don't need to reiterate many things, but I must reiterate again that before leaving the ship and boarding the cruise ship, we will conduct a complete inspection. No one is allowed to bring anything other than the clothes you are wearing. Something outside is on board.”

"If you hide something in your clothes now, throw them into the sea as soon as possible. We will not pursue this behavior, but if you are found to be hiding anything privately on the ship, the sea will not be as broad-minded as it is at this moment. ”

The old man standing in front kept emphasizing, and as the ship left the dock and headed towards the deep sea, Schiller's face began to become paler and paler, his breathing became longer and heavier, and his eyes became more distracted.

The old man obviously noticed something unusual about him. He slowly stopped what he was saying, looked at Schiller and said, "Sir, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

"I have asthma, but I brought medicine." After speaking, Schiller bit the nozzle of the aerosol, inhaled hard, and then relaxed.

"Very well, I hope you're okay, let's continue."

But the man sitting behind Schiller suddenly tightened his grip on the edge of the seat.

The same scene began to play on a loop in Bruce Wayne's mind. Countless bullets aroused countless light spots on Schiller's body. He fell from the window laughing maniacally, and the excitement in his eyes could hardly be concealed.

At this moment, he realized a serious problem - Schiller was seasick but pathologically addicted to pain.