Chapter 3332 Bloody New City (81)
Outside the house is a dark and deep city, with the sirens flowing between the cold buildings. The living room separated by a wall is bright and warm, and the firelight of the fireplace dispels the moisture from the rainy night of Schiller.
When he walked in, the man saw that there was a man following him. Judging from his figure, he seemed to be a woman, but he was wrapped tightly and could not see his face clearly. The flames flowed down the fabric, and a little bit of his hand was slightly exposed.
There are terrible scars on the skin.
This scared the owner of the house, but Schiller seemed to care about it at all: "She is my assistant, and it is inevitable that she will be a little surprised to do this."
The man frowned, but took a step back and let the figure behind him come in. He forced a smile and said, "Yes, sir. I heard that you protected the York family of three and saved the deputy mayor.
My sister. I just want to protect my family.”
"Of course, of course." Schiller kept nodding, putting the toolbox at hand, walked to the sofa and sat down, and said, "I'm here for this, so you don't have to be so nervous. The Angel of Death will not be
Invade your house, even if he comes, I will let him leave.”
This repeated soothing still had a certain effect. The man's tense muscles relaxed a little, but he did not sit down, but just walked to the side of the kitchen island.
"It's such a nightmare time. I'm almost forgetting what it looks like outside. Fortunately, my house is safe enough to withstand bombs. But if there are demons, it's another matter."
The man turned around and looked at Shiller and said, "Do you think the devil is true?"
"So you don't believe in the existence of the demon, so why should you invite me here?"
"I absolutely have no intention of questioning you, sir. But after all, I have never seen it with my own eyes..."
"Then you can wait until the day you see it with your own eyes." Schiller stood up again, picked up his toolbox, and said, "I have many appointments left, so I'll say goodbye first."
"Wait." The man hurriedly called him and said, "I don't mean that. Of course I invited you to perform an exorcist ceremony, but I just wanted to know if this ceremony can protect me and my family."
"The same sentence, if you don't believe it, why should I come here?" Schiller shook his head and said, "If you have any better way, then you can use it. I don't have time to waste your time with you.
.”
The man walked a few steps, blocked Schiller, and said, "Okay, Mr. Schiller, it's my fault. I shouldn't question you. Actually, what I want to ask is, can we only expel the demons?
?”
"What about that?"
"I mean, can't we... let's kill him completely?"
"Are you talking about the Angel of Death? Of course, if you use a missile to blow up half of Gotham, you will definitely be able to kill him."
"Is there no way to make a smaller noise? For example, find a sniper? Will he be afraid of bullets?"
Schiller shook his head and said, "I understand that you have never seen it with your own eyes and can't believe that there is a supernatural power. But the fact is that you are not the only one who can afford snipers, and the Angel of Death is still fine.
”
The man finally seemed to have no hope. He walked to the sofa and sat down, and said, "How long can the exorcism last?"
"At most seven days," Schiller said, "and only once the effect is. The second time may not be intimidating him."
Hearing that time was so short, the man was even more frightened. He grabbed the armrest of the sofa and said, "I can add money."
"This is not a matter of money, sir. The demon behind the Angel of Death is very high, otherwise it would not be so arrogant. It would be great to be able to hold him up for so long."
"Are we doomed to perish?"
"No. The devil is usually picky and will not find someone to possess. As long as you can find a way to kill the possessor, he may choose to return to hell."
"You mean killing that angel of death can drive away the demon? But if we can't deal with the demon, we can't kill him!"
"That's not a question I should care about, Mr. Rich with great powers. Next we should talk about the price."
Schiller sat down again and took out a contract from the toolbox. He said, "Time is tight, so I won't go around with you. You have an office building on Bourbon Street, right?"
"That's right. The place was originally bombed into ruins. After it was built, some people felt it was unsafe, so I bought it at a low price. As the headquarters of my branch, have you taken it in love with this building?"
"Yes. Bourbon Street is full of drug-taking madmen. I'm making some noise there, and it won't cause any confusion. It's a good hiding place."
Changing another building at an exorcist ceremony sounds a bit too expensive, but this makes the man feel relieved. But due to his businessman's nature, he still started bargaining with Schiller. Schiller also gave face and promised to get the building
After the ownership of the building, rent it to him for office use at a low price, saving the trouble of moving.
The two parties signed the contract, and after the transaction was completed, Schiller began to prepare for the exorcism ceremony.
He asked the man to vacate the house, and no one was present except the owner and exorcist of the house.
The man hurriedly sent his family to another house and told them not to go out and to return to this house and participate in the exorcism ceremony.
When he came back, Schiller had prepared props. The living room was lit by the fire of countless candles. There were all kinds of strange props on the ritual table in the middle, including pieces of porcelain, feathers, and
Various statues.
This type of mysterious scene gave the man a sense of security. He walked to the ceremony table, and Schiller took out a knife and said, "Slash the fingertips and drip the blood here. Then I will light the spice,
You will feel a little dizzy and difficulty breathing, which is normal. When you wake up, the ceremony is completed.”
The man picked up the knife and cut his fingers a little bit grinned. But when he thought of getting rid of this anxious life, even if it was only a few days, he still scratched his fingers along his belly.
Blood flowed out, and a smoke suddenly rose from the ceremony table. The man was stunned for a moment, and just as he was about to say something, Schiller ignited the incense with the grass rolls lit in his hand.
The spices are very rich, with sweet and bitter intertwined, with a faint fragrance. The man quickly became intoxicated by this fragrance.
"Bang!"
As soon as his legs were weak, the man fell down and lost consciousness. Schiller walked over and lifted his body up, and the clown Maria, who was following him, walked to the side and opened the door to the garage.
The man had a long nightmare. In the dream, he became a mouse chased by snakes, constantly traveling through the sewer, eating the disgusting carrion, and then rotting himself.
The consciousness gradually returned, and a light began to appear in front of him. He blinked hard, and for a moment he felt the crowded heat rising around him, and all kinds of whispers made him feel a splitting headache.
"Haha, David, I knew you guys would come too."
The man named David opened his eyes hard, and a little pain from his fingertips finally woke him up.
"What's going on? Am I doing an exorcist ritual?" He sat up and covered his head, saying in a daze.
"You were indeed deceived, too." The familiar voice sounded in his ears. David turned his head and saw a familiar face.
"Sir Deputy Mayor, why are you here?"
Only then did he have time to look at the surrounding environment. He looked around for a while and was so shocked that he couldn't speak, because now all the people who were huddled with him were acquaintances. They had appeared together on golf courses or horse farms, and also on
Fighting all night at the negotiating table.
These people are elites of the same wealthy class as him.
And they are not in David's manor now. David opened his eyes wide and looked carefully and found that they were all locked in a cell, and the ground and walls were very similar to the Arkham Asylum.
"Who are you suppressing?" asked the deputy mayor with white hair.
"What?"
"Who are you suppressing in the death bet? It should be Bain?"
It took David a long time to come back to his senses. He seemed to understand a little, and he looked at the people and said, "You guys have suppressed Bain too?"
"I'm afraid yes. There are too many people suppressing him, so we are crowded together now. Look at the cell opposite you will be much more spacious."
David looked up and found that as the deputy mayor said, there were only two people in the cell opposite, and there was a small plant on the sign at the door of the cell. David immediately guessed that this was a bet on poison.
Vine Girl's Room.
But he still didn't understand why things had developed like this. He just showed a puzzled expression, and the deputy mayor snorted coldly and said:
"Don't you understand yet? That Schiller is a liar, and the most dangerous and crazy criminal. All of this is a trap he created!"
The deputy mayor reached out to get something from the side. David looked closely and found that it was the trap booklet that he had sent to them before.
Then he understood what the deputy mayor meant. The death bet scandal was exposed, which eventually led them to fall into the abyss. The initiator of the bet was Schiller. Only he had the reason and ability to expose the book, all of which were all
It's his trap.
But it's too late to realize this now. And it seems that he doesn't just want to ruin them, but wants to drain their last value and use their lives to make a truly exciting and bloody death bet.
The chaos in the upper city area continued, but the GTO team led by Yeyi keenly realized something was wrong.
"One other call the police, and their family is missing." A team member in a uniform walked over and said.
"What do you say about Bat Girl?"
"The surveillance cameras were damaged too much, resulting in incomplete surveillance images. She didn't know which street the person disappeared. Could it be the death angel?"
"Impossible. The Angel of Death is keen on flames and explosions. There must be a fire in his place, and it is impossible for people to disappear so quietly."
"Yewing, you have to see this." Batwoman walked over and handed Nightwing a mobile phone, where a surveillance video was being played.
A woman who was tightly wrapped was lowering her head and fiddling with the things in the trunk. A shoe could be seen on the edge of the surveillance corner, and the one in the trunk was clearly a living person.
Yewing stared at the chemical-corroded scar on the woman's exposed back of her hand.
"Maria clown..." he whispered, "I knew she wouldn't be quiet for so long. But why did she kidnap these rich people?"
"I guess she's prepared a surprise game." Batwoman sighed, "She knew Batman wasn't dead, and she wanted to use this method to lure Batman out."
Yesterday, there were many typos because the author was outside and went to the Internet cafe to code, but he didn't know how to type with the keyboard. He always couldn't choose the cursor correctly, so he inserted the characters in the wrong position. Today he has arrived home.
Chapter completed!