Chapter 2298 Gotham Music Festival (30)

Chapter 2291 Gotham Music Festival (30)

At this moment, Bruce cursed the organizer of this event in his heart with all the dirty words he knew.

As the greatest detective in the world, he couldn't fail to find out that this was a trap set against Schiller.

Schiller was seasick, so they held a game on the sea that Schiller had to participate in. Oliver was the bait. Both Oliver himself and his ongoing business were the reasons why Schiller had to board the ship.

And Bruce cursed the organizer in his heart at this moment, not because they used despicable means to lure Schiller into the game, but because these damn geniuses didn't even investigate the target person before making a plan!

At this moment, Bruce really wanted to open their skulls and see how many tons of seawater were in their brains. Looking at the staff who were checking the invited guests on the cruise ship one by one, Bruce roared in his heart, do you know whose prison this is? !

Bruce had the urge to jump off the ship.

Because his keen observation told him that the personality traits that dominated Schiller's body now were not manipulation, but more like the madman Bruce saw when he first saw the morbidity.

Bruce looked at the sea water beside him hesitantly, and then looked up at the Gotham Pier not far away. The ship was not far from the land. If he jumped down now, he should be able to swim to the pier soon.

But even if the ship had gone a long way, the wisest choice at this time was to jump down and swim quickly. Even if he swam across half of the Atlantic Ocean, it would be much safer than stepping on the ship at this time.

But Bruce hesitated. In addition to those who participated in the game, there were also some tourists who bought tickets to board the ship. They just wanted to go on the ship for fun out of curiosity. They were all innocent ordinary people.

Thinking of this, Bruce cursed the organizer in his heart ten thousand times.

As soon as he looked up, Bruce saw Schiller, who was already standing on the deck of the cruise ship, looking back at him with a pale face and a distracted look.

But he was smiling.

Bruce's cold sweat almost instantly soaked his back. Very good, this is his prison now.

Bruce instantly took a step to the side, letting a staff member block his figure. He made sure that Schiller had turned around and walked towards the cabin before he rejoined the inspection team.

Something was wrong. Bruce took a deep breath. This was the first time since he graduated that he felt unparalleled pressure from Schiller again.

Bruce didn't understand why the madness that Schiller had shown before was still not his end. When his curiosity shifted from what kind of person Schiller was to whether Schiller was a human, he knew that in order to survive, he should stop.

For the first time, Bruce restrained his curiosity and began to concentrate all his energy on thinking about countermeasures.

This matter was destined to be unresolved. No matter who set up this bureau, he had stepped on all of Schiller's thunder points like a genius, affecting Oliver, interfering with Mexico, inflicting pain on Schiller, and trying to manipulate him.

He also intensified all of Schiller's madness like a genius, making Schiller's patients out of control, threatening the revolutionary cause, bringing extreme excitement to pain, and turning manipulation into a crappy game.

And now Bruce has only one goal, to survive and let more ordinary people survive.

The interior of the cabin of the Atlantis is indeed as prosperous as rumored, but what is even more amazing is the extremely special decoration style here.

The first floor of the cabin is a huge circular square. The circular wall divides the entire first floor into ten circular spaces. Countless arches connect these spaces, and each circular space has different gambling games.

The numbers of the gambling games are marked with mysterious ancient characters above them. There is an Athens-like building in the outermost circle of the ring, which is the window for exchanging chips.

Tourists exchange their own property for chips here, and then walk in along the ring. When they complete a round of games and win the gambling, they can go to the next ring along the arch corresponding to the number of the game, and the exciting jackpot amount is hung in the center of the ten concentric circles.

At the end of the concentric circles, a platform will slowly float up, and the old man with a trident printed on his forehead will appear in front of everyone. He raised his arms and shouted loudly: "Atlantis welcomes you, let's have a carnival this night!"

The crowd burst into strong cheers, but in contrast, there was a dead silence on the second floor.

The second floor is also a circular building space, but the difference is that the pattern on the floor floats up in full view of the public, turning into round tables of varying sizes.

The pattern of marine life appears on the edge of the round table, and people find that it corresponds to each mask.

The old man appeared on the second floor again and asked everyone to stand in the corresponding position according to the image of their mask.

Schiller quickly found the pattern of octopus tentacles, and then he found that all the patterns on this table were octopuses, but the number of tentacles below was different.

He looked at the table next to him and found that it was the same. Some people were starfish with different numbers of tentacles, and some were sharks with different numbers of teeth.

So they can be simply called Octopus No. 1, Starfish No. 1, or Shark No. 1. Schiller's octopus has 7 tentacles, which is also the one with the most tentacles on the octopus table, so his number is Octopus No. 7.

Schiller saw the woman who came to talk to him before. The pattern on her table was a marlin, but the number of marlin eyes was different. Judging from the position, the woman's number was Marlin No. 3.

Of course, Schiller also recognized Bruce, who had been staring at him before. The pattern on Bruce's table was a killer whale. According to the number of white spots on the killer whale's body, Bruce was killer whale No. 1.

The pattern on the table where Christopher is sitting is a turtle. According to the number of patterns on the turtle shell, he is Turtle No. 4.

Schiller lowered his head to observe the specific appearance of the pattern, and at the same time took a sip of the aerosol in his hand. Octopus No. 6 next to him said with some surprise: "They asked you to bring this up, didn't they say you can't bring other things? ?”

His loud voice drew everyone's attention to Schiller. Schiller took a deep breath, coughed a few times and said, "If they don't let me take it, I will die here soon."

Schiller was very weak, with no trace of performance at all. He was dizzy, in pain, had difficulty breathing, and his heartbeat was racing. He seemed to have difficulty speaking. He supported the table with one hand and put the mouthpiece of the aerosol close to his lips with the other hand. It seemed that he would be relieved immediately after taking one less breath. Will faint.

Everyone withdrew their gazes silently. Most people believed that there was no need to pay too much attention to this tuberculosis ghost. Even if there may be conflicts later, this kind of person is not the biggest threat.

On the contrary, most of them focused on the table of killer whales and turtles. It can be seen from the size of these people that most of them are very strong.

Then people began to speculate that the animals were grouped according to their strength. It seemed that the turtle table was the largest and had the most fat people. The killer whale table was generally taller and stronger. It looked like they were Lianjiazi, and the marlin table was taller. Not strong but relatively well-proportioned, the table of octopuses is actually relatively thin.

But the octopus table is not the weakest. In addition to octopus, there are also jellyfish, corals and krill. The people at these tables are generally women, old people and children, and they are not in good physical condition. Most of them are He was hunched and cowering.

Some people frowned obviously when they saw that there were children, showing dissatisfaction, but no one made a sound.

At this time, the organizer announced the entry of the challenger, and a group of people also wearing dresses and masks walked out from the left and right sides of the venue and walked to the table with the corresponding pattern.

The octopus table originally had only 4 people, but the 3 people who arrived later made up the 7 people. The same situation happened at other tables. When everyone arrived, people found that the four tables of marlin, whale, coral and krill were occupied. At most, there are generally more than ten, and others are relatively small, less than 10.

Octopus's table turned out to be the smallest, with only seven people in total, and Schiller found that except for him, everyone else should know each other.

"You must have discovered that all the challengers and the challenged are in the same group, with odd numbers and even numbers facing each other..."

As soon as the old man said this, there were voices of doubt, because there were many tables with an odd number of people like Schiller's table, so they couldn't face each other. They wanted to know where the people were who challenged themselves or were challenged by them. went.

"For some reasons, some challengers and challenged persons advanced early, and the opponents they faced received a bye. Those who had no corresponding opponents could watch the gambling at the table, or they could go to rest first."

No one moved.

Obviously these people intend to watch the gambling here and gain experience for their subsequent duels.

Bruce did not have a bye. His opponent was Killer Whale No. 3, who was standing diagonally across from him at the moment. From the name on the invitation, Bruce knew that it was his former college classmate and now the wanted criminal of the FBI, Roman. Siannis.

Sionis once accused Schiller together with Elliott, but was subsequently wanted and imprisoned. He was first imprisoned in Arkham Asylum and later in the Florence Supermax Prison. So far, his sentence should not have been completed.

Bruce didn't know why Sionis challenged him, but the fact that Sionis would appear here already explained a lot of problems.

Just when everyone thought the organizer was going to announce the start of the game, the old man on the stage suddenly changed the subject. He said: "In order to thank some generous guests for sponsoring this game, this game has specially set up a VIP auditorium. Audiences who have purchased VIP tickets will be able to watch the entire game.”

After speaking, he stretched out his hand and saw that the stone wall in the center of the circular wall slowly opened, revealing the distinguished guests sitting inside, but they were also wearing masks and their true identities could not be seen.

There were not many VIPs, but they filled two rows. There seemed to be more than 20 people, and they were also wearing masks of marine creatures, but their masks were all of now extinct prehistoric creatures, such as Dunkleosteus and Cangri. Dragons, Leviathan whales, megalodons and more.

There was a huge protest on the field. It was obvious that some people did not want their grudge match to be watched by others.

The old man immediately said: "Considering that the rules of the game have changed this time, people who don't want to participate can choose to quit. Does anyone want to quit?"

Immediately, several people from the coral group and krill group raised their hands, and they all raised their hands in pairs. It was obvious that they had reached an agreement and decided not to settle their grievances here.

The staff immediately stepped forward and took them away. Just a few seconds after they left the room, the wall near the sea opened, and the bodies were thrown into the sea. The blood stained the sea surface red, and the white waves raised by the cruise ship were dyed into monsters. Strange pink.

There was silence.

A few seconds later, screams and commotion broke out, but the door of the game field slammed shut, and the old man stretched out three fingers.

"You have three seconds to return to your seats. Contestants who do not appear at their seats after three seconds will be deemed to have automatically given up."

All the people who rushed out in panic screamed and crawled back to their positions, angrily pushing away all those who blocked their way, and appeared in their own positions.

Schiller still stood there expressionlessly, his completely unfocused and distracted eyes made people feel that he could not see anything and was not thinking about anything.

Only a very few people with extremely keen observation could see that every time his eyes passed over a woman's figure, he tried to focus, but failed every time.

Here we go