Chapter 2312 Gotham Music Festival (Part 44)

Chapter 2305 Gotham Music Festival (Forty-four)

Black Canary felt despair. In a moment of distraction, the pain from her injured side abdomen made her legs go weak, and she fell on the stairs and rolled down.

The judo she had learned saved her life. Black Canary did not break her neck because of rolling down the stairs, but she still had a bloody head. Her head hit the steps and felt more dizzy.

After suffering a series of heavy blows, Black Canary could no longer get up. She curled up in the corner of the stairwell and pressed the wound on her abdomen with the last bit of strength she had left.

She saw Schiller lift one foot and wanted to go down the stairs, but at this time there was a noisy sound from the other side of the corridor, and Schiller turned his head to look.

Suddenly, he seemed to be possessed by something, and walked straight in that direction. The blood on the marlin mask dripped all the way, intertwined with the footsteps of leather shoes, and echoed in the empty corridor. A horror of cruel order in disorder, but it sounded like the most beautiful notes to Canary.

She immediately lowered her head to check the condition of her wound. The spikes of the marlin mask were very long, and being stabbed once was equivalent to being stabbed by a kitchen knife, but fortunately it was only equivalent to being stabbed once.

This means that as long as it is not stabbed into the eye socket like the body of the strong man before, it will not be fatal for a while.

Black Canary sat there panting and recovering her strength, but suddenly she heard footsteps coming from downstairs again.

She turned her head alertly and saw a strange red hair.

"Natasha?"

"It's me. Are you okay?" Natasha came over with a small medical kit in her hand. She squatted beside Black Canary, opened the box, took out an injection and said, "Fortunately, I knew it wasn't that simple, so I brought some healing potions. It takes time for them to work. Let me bandage your wound first."

Black Canary didn't have the strength to say more. She slowly took her hand away and let Natasha wrap the bandage around her abdomen. When she did this, Natasha took back the hand that was supporting her back.

She looked at her hands full of blood in shock, shone a miniature flashlight at Black Canary's back, and found a bloody hole there.

"Fortunately, that thing is not sharp and failed to pierce the bone." Black Canary panted and said, "My shoulder blade saved my life. I will be better to it in the future."

Natasha sighed and began to bandage Black Canary's wound. She wrapped the bandage on her abdomen and then on her shoulder, then cleaned the wound on her forehead, and finally gave her a shot in the neck.

"Thank you." Black Canary turned her head away and said, "Did you save me?"

"I guess so. I led him away."

"What happened?"

"I don't know. He lost control."

"But no matter how out of control an ordinary person is, it is impossible..." Black Canary hesitated. Black Canary never thought that there would be someone in her life who could make her empathize with the victims in the plasma film.

When she survived successfully, she realized belatedly how much pressure she was facing just now, and how much fear forced her to make the wrong decision.

"Damn it." Black Canary muttered to herself in a daze.

"He is not an ordinary person." Natasha cleaned the blood off Black Canary and said, "He has a glorious past beyond the imagination of ordinary people, but that is not important. The most important thing now is to stop him."

"Why did he lose control?"

"Not surprising." Natasha shook her head and said, "He is a mental patient, and he is also severely seasick. He lost too much blood before and his body was too weak. This may be the main reason for his mental illness."

"Weak?!"

"He was weak before the onset of the disease." Natasha said seriously, "But you know that mental patients will have unusual excitement after the onset of the disease, which makes them unable to feel the existence of muscle restrictions, and often become extremely powerful and aggressive."

Black Canary swallowed and remembered the scene where he and the door were slapped to the ground.

"Since he is seasick, why did he go on the ship?" Black Canary asked. Suddenly she paused, looked at Natasha and said, "For Oliver?"

Natasha opened her mouth, then closed it again, pursed her lips and tilted her head, then shook her head quite a lot and said, "Maybe it's not entirely because of this."

"Of course it's because of this!" Black Canary covered her forehead and said, "Otherwise, why would a person who is severely seasick run to a cruise ship?!"

"God, this is terrible." Black Canary covered her eyes and said, "Oliver will be even more sad if he knows about this. He really can't bear any more pressure."

"It's good to stay optimistic." Natasha said unclearly.

Black Canary looked at her, so Natasha added, "Under normal circumstances, Dr. Schiller would appreciate your focus on the mental health of others in any situation."

"Can you please say what you want to say? Ma'am, this doesn't make you look like a Soviet."

"I mean, guilt towards a friend may be the least of Oliver's troubles."

"The biggest trouble..."

Bang!

A sudden noise from upstairs made Oliver and Amanda look up together.

"It sounds like something has fallen to the ground." Amanda frowned and said, "This is a big noise. It won't be someone else..."

Bang! Bang!

Oliver couldn't stay any longer. He looked at Amanda and said, "Let's go up and take a look. I suspect it was the drug dealers who did this. They want the gold coins and have killed many people for this."

The two walked out of the room together and walked towards the direction of the sound. Oliver put on his small hidden arrow and Amanda took out his pistol. The two of them walked up the stairs slowly, one in front and one behind, in a defensive posture.

After turning the corner, Oliver found a lot of blood on a wall in the stairwell. Amanda walked over to check and said, "Someone was injured and leaned here. The wound may be on the back and very deep, but it stopped bleeding soon, and then she left."

Oliver squinted his eyes and looked at the corridor above with the faint moonlight projected from the window of the yacht. From his angle, he could see that there was a room without a door and the ground was covered with blood.

This made the two more cautious. They moved forward almost step by step, always alert to any sound coming from the air.

Bang!

Another loud noise startled the two of them. The stimulation when the nerves are tense is always more intense than usual. Amanda almost made a sound.

Oliver took advantage of the aftermath of the loud noise and rushed up the stairs in two steps. The first moment he climbed the stairs, he aimed a rolling sleeve arrow at the front. With a whoosh, a tranquilizer arrow was shot out, but nothing hit.

The corridor was empty, and only the bloodstains told how fierce the battle had been here.

Oliver was not a detective, but Amanda climbed up from the bottom of the FBI after all. She had been an agent and had a lot of experience in this. After checking the corridor, she said.

"Two people's blood. The first person should be dead, because there is his brain here. It may be a body that was dragged here. The second one may be a woman, because there is a strand of her hair on the edge of the bloodstain."

"The woman was in the corridor. The murderer came over. In desperation, she...hid in this room."

Amanda turned and pointed. Oliver looked at the room without a door. They both walked in together and cursed at the same time.

"Damn, did we encounter a brown bear here?"

Amanda looked at the broken door panels and said, "What knocked the door out? And looking at the blood here, the woman hiding behind the door was also knocked to the ground."

Amanda noticed the statue and said, "Oh, I see, she hid behind the door with the statue, wanting to give the killer a fatal blow, but the other party didn't kick the door open at all, but directly knocked the whole door out."

"The woman stood too close to the door, causing herself to fly out. After falling to the ground, the killer might have wanted to walk over and pick her up, but she slipped away."

"The killer stabbed her, and she wanted to pick up the statue, and then..."

Finding that Oliver had stopped moving, Amanda turned to look at him, but Oliver was staring at the hair that Amanda had just handed him.

"What's wrong?"

"... Dinah?"

Oliver stared at his hair and muttered to himself. Amanda immediately understood and said, "The little lover who chased you all the way back from Mexico?"

"No, it can't be what you said." Oliver stared at the ground with a serious expression and said, "I know Dinah. She is a talented fighter and a superpower. She can't be beaten seriously without any ability to fight back."

"That's what I was told at the scene." Although Amanda didn't have the intention to gloat over the misfortune, she still said sarcastically, "Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder. Don't be too confident in a girl who is less than 20 years old."

Oliver still shook his head and said, "I said Dinah is a superpower. Although she has always been unable to control her abilities, I advised her to avoid using them as much as possible, but in a critical moment, she can..."

Tap...Tap...Tap...

The footsteps came from the end of the corridor again.

Oliver and Amanda both stepped back and hid in the corner where the closet connected to the wall, but this corner could not see the movement in the corridor.

Oliver, who was standing at the innermost corner, turned around and opened the door of the closet. He found a mirror there. They hid behind the mirrored door, adjusted the angle of the mirror, and observed the situation in the corridor through the mirror.

The corridor was too dark, and the situation in the distance was not clear. All they could see was a man with a spike-like weapon slowly walking towards them, dragging something in his hand.

"David!" Amanda lowered her voice and said, "He killed David!!!"

Oliver looked at her, and Amanda pointed at the mirror and said, "He was one of my boss's men, and he was considered his right-hand man. How could he die like this? Who killed him?"

Oliver suddenly had a bad feeling.

"Listen, I'll count to three, and we'll rush out together, run downstairs as fast as possible, and don't look back at anything!"

"What?!"

"Three, two, one... run!!!!"