Chapter 2306 Gotham Music Festival (38)

Chapter 2299 Gotham Music Festival (38)

More and more blood flowed out of Schiller's body. The large amount of blood drawn made the blood drawing process very slow. The people in other games had already started the game, but Schiller's table was still staring at the blood drawing hose.

Such a scene also attracted the attention of many people, but because there were almost no byes in this round of competition, and most people's arms were fixed on the table, so they could only cast curious eyes on Schiller.

As more and more blood flowed, Schiller's arm became paler and paler. Bruce's alarm in his heart made him want to pull out his arm directly and then jump off the boat to escape.

"It's time to verify our conjecture." Bruce heard the dangerous voice in his heart saying: "Where does Schiller's mysterious psychoanalysis ability come from?"

"You know how risky this is." Another more rational voice said: "We can attribute all of this to talent. Isn't our detective ability the same?"

"Of course it's different. We follow logic and have traces to follow."

"But that speculation is completely absurd." Bruce took a deep breath and said in his heart: "You want to say that the psychoanalysis result with an accuracy rate of up to 80% is actually just a mental patient's when he is sick. Hallucinations?"

"After eliminating all possibilities, the remaining ones are the truth no matter how absurd they are. Do you want to bet?"

Bruce took a deep breath and felt his palms sweating. He said, "Even if this is true, we still can't know the deeper reasons. Hallucinations can't just match the truth, and brain science can't give an answer."

"But this will let us know how to avoid being analyzed."

Bruce was shocked, because he thought of the Batman in the main universe. After knowing that Schiller had mysterious psychoanalysis ability, how could the most suspicious and taboo Batman get along with him happily?

Could it be that Batman already knew where Schiller's psychoanalysis ability came from? And was he sure that he wouldn't activate his ability when he was with him?

The comfort of the first meeting, the clothes and red wine, the cautious wording, the respectful attitude, was this to make Schiller's spirit tend to be stable? As long as it is stable, the psychoanalysis ability will not be activated?

Bruce had to admit that he did want to take a risk.

There are too many mysteries about Schiller, including his past, his understanding of people beyond facts, and his magnificent tower of thinking, but for Bruce, what he wants to know most is where Schiller's accurate and ridiculous psychoanalysis comes from.

He actually accepted his fate a long time ago and admitted that it was not a kind of knowledge that could be learned, but in any case, he never thought that the answer would be the most absurd one. Compared with talent, perhaps it is more likely to be the hallucination of a madman at the end of his road.

So he retracted his gaze, took a deep breath, and told himself not to look at the blood-drawing machine, and tried to stay calm as much as possible to explore the answer in the deepest part of the abyss.

200 ml, Schiller felt his lips dry, the inner wall of his mouth seemed to be on fire, and his trachea, throat, and nasal cavity, every breath was like a knife cutting, but the pain made people particularly sober.

"You signed your name as the sea on the back of the invitation. You thought that this was my opponent this time, so you designed such a game, because no matter how much blood I was drained of, you could fight me like a warrior, but you knew deep down that you were still just a coward, because that was not your blood, that was the sea."

The sturdy man opposite widened his eyes, and he hesitated when he pressed the button on the remote control, because he also wanted to press a 1 and three 0s.

"Don't pretend, you know you have always been so cowardly, you tell everyone that you represent the will of the sea, and you can do anything to protect the sea, but deep down in your heart you know very well that the sea does not need your protection."

"But you know that the sea has never chosen you, even if you are its only choice now, but it still refuses to completely obey your orders. You think this is because you haven't done enough, so you came and asked me to come too."

The sturdy man narrowed his eyes, he looked at Schiller and said, "I just want to take back what originally belonged to the sea from a shameful thief."

"No, you don't think that belongs to the sea." Schiller shook his head.

400 ml, the heartbeat finally began to slow down, and the violent ripples in the vision became calmer, and the occasional clarity between the waves disappeared, turning into a blur.

The chest felt an indescribable hollowness falling down, forcing people to bend over and fall down. This indescribable feeling of weakness made people begin to desire death and seek relief.

Some fragments of memory began to stir in the calm lake of vision, passing through the blurred ripples, like microorganisms swimming under a microscope.

"You think that belongs to Atlantis."

The strong man's hand suddenly tightened.

"What did Arthur tell you? He's a damn traitor!"

"Calm down, Orm, are you starting to feel dissatisfied with your title as the Lord of the Sea? Do you want to be the King of the Sea? Or the God of the Sea?"

"I said, I just want to take back what you stole from the sea, damn land man! You deceived us!!"

Om's roar became more and more distant, and in the memory fragments that flashed before Schiller's eyes, the name of the Lord of the Sea, Orm Marius, kept echoing.

Om is Arthur's half-brother. He was born to Atlanna, the last queen of Atlantis, and Owax, the captain of the guard. He is a thorough Atlantean.

In the comic story, Atlanna died in an accident, but a confidant of the palace pointed out that it was Orm's fault. Orm denied it all. Later, because he was worried that the surface people would invade Atlantis, he launched a war between the sea and the land, and also fought against the Justice League, almost flooding the continent.

However, he and Arthur did not turn against each other. From the beginning to the end, the two only had differences in their attitudes towards the surface people. Orm did not desire the throne, and even took the initiative to abdicate after Arthur came back, and made Arthur the King of the Sea.

But Schiller saw that it was not like this.

At 500 ml, Orm began to appear in a panic, and the flames burned more vigorously than anyone else. What surprised Schiller was that Orm's flames were also red.

That means the emotion surging in his heart is not greed, but outright anger, he wants revenge.

Everything is wrong, and it is very different from the facts.

Om has no one to take revenge on, at least not at this stage. Arthur has not returned to Atlantis yet, and the two of them have almost no intersection. Even if there is, Om has never clashed with Arthur on power.

And at this stage, Om has not firmly believed that the surface people must want to destroy Atlantis. He is more disgusted with the surface people than hatred. Such feelings cannot support such fierce anger and desire for revenge.

Schiller propped up his body painfully. He stared at the blood-drawing hose, but he didn't want to stop, but hoped that this damn machine could be faster. Faster, he will soon see what is behind the flame.

600 ml, Schiller began to feel numbness in his lips, the ends of his limbs gradually lost consciousness, the tip of his tongue could not move freely, and his throat could hardly make any sound.

The heartbeat was getting slower and slower, and the indescribable cold was invading, which froze Schiller's whole body, and his eyes and consciousness began to become scattered.

The Om in front of him had completely changed. His skin was peeled off, revealing the inner part of deep red and deep blue. There was a black hole on his chest, and countless fingers were rubbing the edge of the wound.

The sea water was surging in the hole, and Schiller saw the topography of the Mariana Trench in it.

The blood continued to flow, but it was still very slow. At this time, everyone's eyes were focused here. They just wanted to know how much blood this madman wanted to draw.

Schiller still stared at the hose, faster, faster.

As the heartbeat slowed down, the edge of his vision was no longer blurred and began to surge with black, until it became smaller and smaller. Schiller knew that when the size of his vision became only large enough to accommodate a certain person, it was time.

When the bright red blood rushed to the 700 ml scale of the pump, Schiller suddenly heard a slight sound of wind. He reached out to grab the blood-drawing hose, but it was too late. Three bat darts attacked from three directions and cut the hose into three sections.

Behind the splashing blood drops were everyone's shocked faces. One hand pressed the hose on the pump side, one arm supported Schiller who fell down, and one fist knocked the staff unconscious.

The sudden change shocked everyone. The onlookers dispersed, and the security guards rushed in with weapons. The crowd fled to the exit in reverse, bumping into the table and bringing down the bottles. Screams, roars, and scolding, the entire second floor turned into a boiling pot.

"Quiet! Everyone, be quiet!!!" An old man with a trident symbol in the middle of his forehead appeared on the high platform in the middle, but his shouting had no effect, especially when a group of contestants received instructions from someone and began to deliberately create chaos.

"I say! Quiet!!!!!!!"

Accompanied by the roaring vibration, countless powerful ripples visible to the naked eye spread out from the old man's body, and the crowd was instantly pushed to the ground, crawling on the ground, and then the whole body shook violently, almost all the guests on the boat were shaken down.

Bruce, Batman and Batman of the main universe wearing a Mosasaur mask were caught off guard and fell to the ground.

In the VIP room, the man wearing a Megalodon mask rushed to the glass and narrowed his eyes.

Now he knew why Schiller bought him a VIP ticket.

"The day is bright, the night is vast,

Ghosts and monsters have nowhere to hide,

The heretics and rebels fear my divine light,

The green light is always on, the light of eternity!"

The green light instantly filled the entire venue, and a huge shark shadow fell from the sky, and a figure emitting rich green light landed in front of the old man.

The old man's eyes widened instantly, but soon a sly light flashed in his eyes. The golden trident logo on his forehead flashed, and the figure disappeared instantly. Om also disappeared on the deck with the crowd.

At the same time, Stark, who had just touched the engine compartment of the Atlantis, watched as some energy entrenched in the engine disappeared. The golden light flashed, and the abnormal data of the monitoring instrument on Stark's armor stayed for less than a second, and instantly returned to normal.

Natasha, who was shaken in the staff lounge, wiped the blood splashed on her face, looked at the agent whose spine was broken because of the shaking just now, and cursed with gritted teeth.

Thinking of the two names he just mentioned, Natasha no longer hesitated, completely ignored the chaotic sounds coming from above, and walked upstairs at the fastest speed.

As soon as she returned to the hall, Natasha's eyes were fixed on two black figures. They hurriedly retreated to the wall, and Natasha quickly followed them.

At this moment, huge waves were surging outside the ship.