Chapter 2299 Gotham Music Festival (31)

Chapter 2292 Gotham Music Festival (31)

The first round of the game began.

All the round tables slowly descended to the ground, and the slender oval tabletops rose again. Different patterns were printed on the two ends of the oval, representing the identities of the people who should stand there.

The people who had no tables did not have tables, but no staff asked them where to stand. Seeing this, the people who had no tables found the games they were more interested in and stood next to them.

Some participants in the game were dissatisfied with this, thinking that this might interfere with their actions, but the organizer did not come out to stop them, and most people dared not speak out.

The atmosphere was very wrong before they boarded the ship. Although the gambling game should be serious and tense, today's game was even more weird.

Schiller observed the changes in the field. After being stunned for a moment, people began to look for their corresponding patterns.

He saw the woman who had approached him before walked to the side of one of the tables. Schiller put away the aerosol in his hand, walked through the crowd calmly, and walked behind her.

The sound of the wind passed by my ears, the noise of the crowd became more and more distant, and the surroundings of my vision were rippling with blurred ripples, only the long skirt became clearer and clearer.

But when Schiller walked to the back of the woman, he saw a figure standing opposite the woman. Although wearing a mask, Schiller still recognized that it was Oliver Queen.

Schiller moved his sight from the back of the woman to Oliver, and a second before focusing, the clear part of his vision was covered with a layer of fog again.

Oliver's state at this time was eye-catching enough.

When Schiller focused his attention, the picture in his vision, which was not clear enough, became more blurred, and the outlines of everything rippled.

The silver-haired bank president who passed by him on the left collapsed a vortex from the center of the nose of the mask until it swallowed his entire face. His excessive focus on his life's achievements ignited the fuse of greed, and the desire for greater power bit and tore his spirit, and finally pushed everything into the abyss, making him appear here.

The young lady who hurried past him had a huge black hole in her heart, and a man's head was spinning and crying in it. After not getting the desired result, she chose to turn her love into angry murderous intent, but it was far from so firm. Fear, regret, irreversible fall, can only hope in the ethereal legend.

Standing in the corner of the room, the hunchbacked old woman who cast a nervous glance was strangled by a pair of baby's hands. She was addicted to her mother's identity all her life. When she lost her child, she lost everything. The lack of control and the inability to exercise the rights of a mother brought her unparalleled madness, making her willing to give everything to become a mother again.

In Schiller's vision, everyone in the room began to change. Their eyes, their brains, their hearts, and every part of their bodies were entangled with countless emotional shadows. Men, women, old people, children, and passers-by who had long disappeared in their lives controlled them in this way, guided them, and then gradually killed them.

Everything was so clear and straightforward.

Schiller saw countless hands tightly grasping Oliver, some pulling him down, some pushing him up, veins popping out on the back of their hands, reddening arm muscles, all trying their best to take Oliver to where they were.

But regarding Oliver himself, Schiller only saw the pain of pulling, his spirit emitting a steady wave of light, there was nothing in front of his eyes, and his heart was still beating strongly.

Schiller took a breath of mist, the phantom dissipated, people's faces returned to normal, but Oliver acted particularly crazy and weak, like a desperate gambler who had no other choice but to pin all his hopes on this gamble.

Oliver's number was Marlin No. 1. The marlin mask was the same shape as the marlin, with a streamlined body partially covering the face, a powerful long tail blocking the chin and neck, and above was the most representative long mouth of the marlin, which made every participant numbered as a marlin look like an antenna on his head.

Perhaps for the sake of compositional balance, the part of the vertical pike mask that reveals the eyes is not two holes, but a horizontal rectangle connecting the two eyes, so that people can observe their eyes more.

Oliver's eyes are sunken in his eye sockets, surrounded by countless dense wrinkles. Years of life in the wilderness have made him have a more mature face for his age, but now he looks older and more tired.

His eyes are not as bright as before, but covered with an indescribable haze, becoming sinister and terrifying, and the way he looks at people from above his eyes with his wrinkled eyelids also makes him look particularly crazy.

At this time, his eyes are staring at the woman in front of him, as if he wants to cut her into pieces with his eyes, but the woman stands straight in place, even having time to adjust the lace on her cuffs.

The challenger and the challenged know each other's identities, but other people don't know the grudges between them. Those who are not in the right position will often choose to watch more dramatic bets. In short, they are bets that they think may be public figures they have just met. They want to know who these big stars have offended and what will be the outcome.

In contrast, Oliver and the woman were not outstanding. They were neither famous nor had a very different image, so almost no one came to see them, including Schiller.

He came to the table where Bruce and Roman were dueling. Roman gave him a gloomy look and said, "Stand away and don't talk."

Bruce took a slight step back, farther away from him.

Schiller nodded, then looked at Roman and asked, "What grudge do you have?"

"He wanted to steal my life." Bruce said immediately: "He didn't understand why he and I started at the same point but ended at different points. He wanted to be me, but he failed."

Roman gave a sharp sneer, which successfully attracted the attention of others. He said: "Bruce Wayne, the richest man in the world, the famous Batman, do you think this is all?"

"No." Roman put his hands on the table and said in a low voice: "He is still a damn murderer, a psychopath and a sadist. He manipulated a little girl and killed another who should have had the same fate as him. People, remember Elliot?"

Bruce's eyes suddenly changed. In Schiller's field of vision, the blue eyes glowed with dots of red light, and the black tide surging at the bottom of his heart spurted out until it flowed out of his facial features. Like night, red like blood.

"That's his fault."

The voice sounded like it was coming from afar, and the black tide flowing out of the facial features stretched out its tentacles to turn heads one after another. It was greedily sucking everyone's attention, turning this into A performance that vents his evil nature.

Everyone was manipulated to look here in an instant, because of the familiar name that often sounded in their ears, and because of Roman's shocking accusation and Bruce's response that couldn't be called a refutation at all.

"Elliot, like you, is a voyeur who only hides in the dark and watches others, a thief who always wants to rob other people's lives. The most ridiculous thing is that I gave him the opportunity to replace me, but he I can’t even cope with one ten thousandth of my life.”

Bruce's eyes and mouth opened and closed, and the black tide kept surging between his features, swallowing up almost all his features, making him look like a withered skeleton in a grave.

The black tide spreads further and further, and more and more heads turn around, tentacles reaching into their eyes and mouths, sucking out the blood-red vitality, absorbing their time and energy into their hearts, and using low tones. And the powerful rhythm pumped out until the whole person turned blood red.

When looking across the way, Schiller saw the hanging rope tied around Roman Sionis' neck. He had been hung up, as pale and weak as a piece of paper. Schiller searched every fold and could not find any trace of it. With all his rage and strength, he is just a poor puppet.

Schiller thought that maybe this was Bruce's purpose of attracting everyone's attention in the first place. If the mastermind behind the scenes was among others, he would definitely pay attention to the situation here.

In Bruce's view, words, actions, and demeanor indicate why people pay attention to this place written on their faces. As long as the other person turns their head, the answer will be revealed.

But Bruce didn't get what he wanted. The attention that entered his blood along the black tide was not filtered out by the beating heart to filter out the information he wanted. Either none of these were the answer, or the person behind the scenes was more secretive than he thought. Can disguise.

Schiller took another breath of the mist, and the black blood and paleness dissipated.

The mask of a killer whale is not a specific fish shape, but a fusiform shape that is wide in the middle and narrow at both ends. There are two white patches on both sides of the widest part that look like eye spots of a killer whale. When placed on a human face, It's like applying white blush, which looks funny and ridiculous.

The atmosphere between Bruce and Roman became increasingly anxious. At this moment, a staff member wearing a crab mask came over and placed two decks of playing cards on the table, followed by 10 gold coins for each person.

There is still a trident pattern in the center of the gold coin, which is exactly the same as the one in the center of the old man's forehead. When it falls on the table, it makes a tinkling sound, like the devil's bell ringing in the heart of a greedy person.

"The gambling poker game you are about to play is called Gods and Believers." The staff introduced: "The rules are very simple. One person holds a deck of cards and tosses a coin to determine the identity of the gods and believers."

"Believers will sacrifice 3 cards in their hands to the gods in each round. The gods can decide to give 1, 2, 3, and 4 cards to the believers. After ten rounds, the sacrifice ends, and both parties blindly select 10 cards from their own decks. , turn over the big and small cards in turn, the one with the most wins, and the first person to turn over the trump card wins directly. "

The staff placed a metal bell that would make a crisp sound when struck in the center of the card table, and said: "The sacrifice pushes the cards up to this point, and the hands cannot cross the line. The gift pushes the cards up to this point, and the hands cannot cross the line. No limbs are allowed throughout the process." Contact, and you cannot reveal your cards to the other party during the sacrifice. After the sacrifice, your hands leave the table and I will turn over the cards.”

"All bystanders are not allowed to touch the table and participants, and remain quiet throughout the process. Violators will be directly punished."

"Now the gambling game begins. Both parties enter the game with chips, the lowest is one, and the highest is stud. Buy and leave, and you can't regret it."