Chapter 2320 Gotham Music Festival (52)

Chapter 2313 Gotham Music Festival (52)

Bruce and Beibei have not yet recovered from the shaking of color blocks and lines.

"What? Who died?" Bei Bat said subconsciously. He was completely shocked by the sudden arrogance and broke into a cold sweat.

Only then did Bruce realize that the radiant color block was a person. He turned his head and looked at Bei Bat, and found that they were confused.

They know that they may see something that is difficult to understand, but this level of hallucination is still a bit too advanced for humans. If the world in the eyes of sick people is like this, then what is the difference between them and being blind?

Then Bei Bat reacted and said: "These shapes, colors and lines represent different things in your eyes. They each have a special meaning, right?"

Arrogance nodded, glanced at Bruce, then retracted his gaze and said: "When the body is controlled normally, such hallucinations will not appear often. Only when you concentrate, you can see a little bit, and the empathy organ of ordinary people The principle of operation is similar.”

"If I have to say where I am better than ordinary people, it is probably that I turn people's more abstract feelings into a more concrete vision, which makes it easier to use professional knowledge to analyze. This is my method of psychoanalysis."

"But that's not the case with Morbid, is it?" Bruce asked.

"Sickness is the sickness itself, so when they control the body, he will only have the blurry and chaotic vision of a mental illness patient or other patient, full of all kinds of hallucinations, and it is almost impossible to see the specific shape of anything or people. "

"Your eyes are always out of focus because you can't see us." Bei Bat said.

"To be precise, I'm not looking at you." Schiller shook his head and said, "What I'm looking at are hallucinations that can reflect you and the things around you, but because you can't see my hallucinations, so I feel like I’m not looking at anything.”

"But Morbid still sees us sometimes," Bruce said.

"When he is excited, the more active neural activity allows me to have two kinds of vision. In addition to hallucinations, I can also see what is happening in the real world."

Bei Bat suddenly understood that the process of hunting and focusing his eyes was the process of him gradually becoming excited. As for why he became excited when he saw people's backs, it was probably related to his past.

In the hallucination that Schiller saw for him, Beiba clearly showed that his hunting was purposeful. Some people at the banquet became his targets. This goal was set long ago, not suddenly. Passion kills.

So what kind of people are more likely to be targeted?

But before that, Beiba still had many things to confirm. He looked at Schiller and asked: "I know there are not many good people on this ship, but isn't there your friend Oliver? And the one from other universes before? A few, if you just let you go crazy, wouldn't it hurt them?"

"This is about morbid traits." Arrogance sat down, put his hands on the umbrella and said: "The more painful the mental state, the more unstable it is. The higher the excitement level, the more powerful it is, and most physiological Pain comes from external attacks.”

Beibao was still staring at him.

"My friends will not take the initiative to attack me." Arrogance shook his head and said, "If they are forced to do so, they will try their best to hold back, and will not want to die."

"So in the process of hunting them, although they may be damaged to a certain extent, it is difficult to increase their ability value to a level that can kill them with one hit, and it is even difficult to retain them."

"Because there is not enough stimulation, the process of getting excited is too slow. About 5 seconds is enough time for them to use various methods to escape. Haven't you already tried it before?"

Beibao suddenly realized that this was indeed the case. Now Schiller's friends on the ship, such as Oliver and Natasha, would hardly take the initiative to cause fatal damage to Schiller, and would try their best to hit less important parts in defensive counterattacks.

And if the speed of excitement determines the speed of focusing, and the degree of pain determines the degree of excitement, then it will not bring enough intense pain, and the excitement will not be strong, and the process of entering the hunt will naturally be slower.

And Bei Bat used himself to compare. He had been able to delay for more than ten seconds by blocking his vision before, but for people like them, ten seconds was enough to escape. Even if he made one or two mistakes in the middle, there would still be time left. Enough space to tolerate errors.

The premise is that they are friends of Schiller, or at least they have a certain understanding of Schiller and know that when facing Schiller, running away is a better choice than fighting back.

In fact, it wasn't that Beibat couldn't fight when he turned back before. Although he didn't bring enough equipment, and some unproven equipment couldn't cope with the lack of signal here, but he could at least fight to the death by himself. Both sides suffered losses, but he did not choose to do so.

Because Schiller did have a great influence on him before. After he returned to his own world, he found that his mental state was much better, and he could be Bruce Wayne without any guilt or psychological burden, instead of having to worry about it. When to be Bruce and when to be Batman, you even have to choose which one to abandon.

So when he faced Schiller again, Beiba was unwilling to take too violent measures. He felt that there was no need for the matter to reach this level. It would be a better choice to run away first and then think of a gentler solution.

If all of Schiller's friends were affected by him, they would probably think the same as he did.

In short, accept that your friend is a madman who can lose control at any time, and after he loses control, be extremely tolerant of him because of the good influence he brings when he is normal, avoid his edge as much as possible, and be willing to spend dozens of times more energy and cost to find a way to solve the problem without hurting him.

Even if you take a step back, anyone who knows Schiller a little bit will know that most of his out-of-control is not really out-of-control, but just a part of his plan.

For so long, most of Schiller's friends have been trained. When they see him making trouble, they either join in happily like the wicked fourth power and see if they can get some benefits. If they don't have time or are not interested, they will stay away. If they can't hide, just lie down. Anyway, the final result is not bad.

But the enemy doesn't think so. Anyone who encounters a super serial killer who is extremely fast, powerful, and looks like the final villain of the top plasma movie will feel indescribable despair.

They didn't have a good estimate of Schiller's strength and his intentions. They only felt that they would definitely not be able to escape, and the other party would definitely kill them. When people are in extreme fear, they can do anything, and there are many who want to fight to the death.

Since they want to fight to the death, they will definitely not hold back. They will definitely hit wherever it hurts and is fatal. This will cause Schiller's excitement value to rise rapidly. Bei Bat even suspected that as long as Schiller was seriously injured enough and the other party did not show his back, the hunt would begin.

Arrogant words confirmed this point.

"This woman squatted in the closet, obviously trying to avoid showing her back to anyone, but unfortunately, the seriously injured chaser has ignored any rules now."

Bruce touched his chin and said, "It seems that the three gunshots became the final death knell, and the ultimate hunt has begun."

Bang! Bang! Bang! !

"Stop him! Stop...Ahhhhhhh!!!"

Bang! Bang! Crash!

"Help! He's coming! Shoot! Shoot quickly!!!!"

Ah! ! ! ! Ahhhh! ! !

"God... God... Save me... Save me..."

A group of men and women covered in blood ran quickly through the corridor. The leader was a hot blonde with blue eyes. The eyeball in one of her eyes had disappeared and turned into a bloody hole that kept bleeding.

Her face was full of panic. She rushed through the corridor in a panic, not even caring about her companions behind her. Behind her, a bearded Latino youth dragged his short-haired girlfriend and kept running forward.

The black man behind them shouted at them: "Call Master Dark Night and ask them to open a portal to rescue us. Master Andrew is dead, but there are other great wizards. Let them come."

"Don't dream, David!" The short-haired woman turned around and screamed: "We took away everything in Andrew's wizard tower and came to the United States. The people in the Forgotten Bar will not care about us!"

"It's all your fault why you didn't take his orb at that time." The blonde woman who ran in the front shouted: "There may be residual energy in it. I told you to check it!! Maybe we can still use the last magic."

"You are dreaming, Christine." The Latino youth defended his girlfriend and said: "You learn magic only because you are dreaming that you are the chosen one. You want to be different from the little bitch in your school. You are just for vanity. You can't even recite all the magic spells!"

"Shut up! You..."

The blonde woman suddenly found that the expressions of her companions suddenly became terrified, as if they saw something terrible behind her.

A pair of scarlet and pale hands stretched out from behind Christine's neck and slowly held her cheeks.

Christine showed an expression of extreme fear and despair, her lips opened and closed, her only surviving eye widened, and she cried and murmured: "No... No..."

The hand slid down along her cheek and jawbone until it slid to the side of her neck - four fingers suddenly pressed down hard, and the fingertips inserted directly into the throat, and the arterial blood flowed into the trachea and lungs along the channel opened by the fingers.

Because of a lot of choking and suffocation, the beautiful blonde kept slapping the hands that grabbed her, trembling and struggling helplessly, and twitching constantly before suffocating to death, as if she was dancing a hot close dance in the arms of the murderer.

Until the pupils dilated and the body limp, they were thrown away like garbage. The moment they saw the octopus mask, the remaining three people burst into a scream and turned and ran away.

The couple who were originally running in the front fell behind because of the change of direction. The short-haired woman unfortunately fell and was dragged by the ankle and disappeared into the darkness. A few seconds later, a miserable scream was heard.

The remaining two men had already run out of the corridor, thinking that they could escape temporarily, but within a few seconds, the footsteps resounded behind them again.

Facing the pursuit that was like a thorn in the flesh, both of them showed desperate expressions. In order not to be caught up, they could only hide in the nearest room like headless flies.

As soon as the door was closed, there was a loud bang, and the door panel and the black man closest to the door flew out together.

"Oh my God! No... No... Ah ah ah ah ah!!!"