Sivana covered his eyes and twitched and fell to the ground. Blood began to pour out of his eye sockets. He kept scratching his eyelids with his hands, leaving small scars.
In the vision of the spiritual world, something in his eyes began to respond to the evil power, seeming to spurt out impatiently, while Sivana was desperately trying to block the power that wanted to escape with his hands.
But just like the principle of dilution, those with high energy concentration will eventually spread to those with low concentration. The seven deadly sins that react to stimulation are not content to stay in the same energy core, but begin to extend tentacles to the outside world.
Sivana heard a very soft bang. In the extremely blurry vision, he raised his eyes and saw a black object appearing in front of him, with the toe of Schiller's shoe behind him.
That's an umbrella.
The moment he saw the umbrella, Sivana calmed down, but it wasn't that he didn't want to move, but that he couldn't move. The extremely complex but very clear text on the umbrella attracted all his attention.
The moment his eyes fell on the umbrella, the power of the seven deadly sins in his eyes could no longer be contained, and poured out, rushing towards the umbrella.
One after another, the evil shadows cheered and ran towards the umbrella, as happy as if they had found a new home. Sivana kept screaming and stretched out her hand in that direction, trying to regain the power that had been lost, but unfortunately it was in vain.
Sivana's vision on one side gradually blurred and darkened, and he knew that he had lost an eye forever, and also lost the power to make those who damned him pay the price.
But it seemed that someone somewhere heard his voice.
"You have never been the master of power, only a slave of power. Will people look at a slave with admiration?"
Like the devil's whisper.
"Of course they won't. They will only say that you are extremely evil from their righteous standpoint, because in their view, 'not fighting' is the greatest justice."
"You can't have desires or want to climb. Only by staying where you are and waiting for gifts from others can you show that you are born noble and different. If not, the evil will rob you of things you don't deserve."
"Why..." Sivana said through gritted teeth.
"Because they have the right to speak." A low laugh came, and the voice continued: "Those forces that you have no control over can only destroy yourself, and let them stand on your bones and proudly say that you deserved it."
"I'm going to kill them..."
"But you can't make them admit their mistakes. Before they die, they will still feel that they were murdered by evil people, and you will get retribution one day."
Sivana was silent. He knew that things would develop like this. He knew that the person who said that he was never worthy would not feel that he was at fault before he died. He would only scold him for being blinded by evil and would eventually suffer retribution.
.
But why?
They were the source of his own tragedy. In order to reverse the tragedy, he made unimaginable efforts, but he still could not get rid of the nightmare of that day. He just wanted to let everyone know that no one is born unworthy.
Sivana heard a loud noise, as if many people rushed in. He heard some people had an argument, and a fierce quarrel broke out, and finally everything calmed down.
When he woke up again, what he saw was the white ceiling of the hospital. A group of people gathered around him, looking at him with worried eyes. The most eye-catching thing was a line of sight from gray eyes.
Schiller sat beside his bed.
But it was not the professor who spoke first, but another acquaintance of Sivana, Mayor Roy.
"Thaddeus, what did you do? You said before that there was something wrong with your eyes and you didn't go to the hospital quickly. Is it better now?"
Someone tugged at Roy from behind. Roy curled his lips dissatisfied and said, "But even so, it's not the reason why that damn guy hurt you. I will definitely make him look good."
Roy, who came from the gangster era, still has some gangster habits in his words and deeds. He looks more like a gangster than anyone else, and he is out of place among a group of gentle professors and students.
Yes, Sivana looked around and realized that the people surrounding him looking at him worriedly were all Gotham University teachers and students.
He said like a conditioned reflex: "Sorry for wasting your time. The project team should be going smoothly, right? Please tell the Government Affairs Office and ask them to call the project team to be negotiated later and postpone the time...
"
"That's it, don't think about work." Victor on the other side of the bed sighed and handed Sivana a mirror.
Sivana saw that his right eye was completely wrapped in a bandage, and even half of his face was covered in bandages. This result was not unexpected, so he just sighed and put down the mirror.
"The doctor said that the eyeball tissue in your right eye is in poor condition. It has become fibrotic. It also suffered a strong external impact. The injury was very serious. They had to remove your right eye, otherwise the left eye would not be saved."
Schiller announced the result in a slightly sad tone. The more Sivana heard his voice, the more familiar it became, so she stared at him with her only remaining eye.
Officer Clay went too far. A student behind him said angrily: "Even if the serial murderer is a serious matter, you can't torture him to extract a confession. Principal, you must file a complaint against him!"
"It's not as simple as making a complaint." Roy snorted coldly and said, "During the investigation, force was used illegally to cause injuries and injuries. You will see him in court soon."
"Don't worry too much." Victor adjusted Sivana's bed and said, "Several project team partners are willing to adjust the negotiation time for your condition. The project is ultimately ours."
"As for our own work, it won't be too late. You can take good care of your health and it won't be too late to come back to work after you recover."
"I think the fact that you stayed up late and worked overtime may be one of the culprits for the deterioration of your eyeball condition." Schiller said, "If you continue to work such desperate overtime, you will lose more than just one eye."
His tone was a little strange, as if he was hinting at something. Sivana was a smart man, so he understood it immediately and said: "Everything is in vain, and there are countless jobs at my hands. Is this how I see it?"
Are you here?"
"Oh, by the way, John, are you John? Please help me run over later. There is a file in the second drawer on the left of my desk. It is about the lack of lighting coverage in the new campus. There is no need to delay.
Otherwise, there will be trouble if someone falls while walking at night, please help me..."
"I'm not free!" The student who was called took a big step back and shook his head faster than a rattle. He said, "My girlfriend is getting married and I have to go to the wedding."
Sivana's eyes fell on another female student. The female student quickly shook her head and said, "I'm not free either. I want to go back to attend my father's coming-of-age ceremony."
At this time, Sivana looked at everyone and shook their heads. Some were staring at the chandelier on the ceiling, and some were counting the patterns of the floor tiles. No one dared to look at him.
Although he knew that this was just a ploy to maximize the benefits of his injury, Sivana still felt a little complicated and glanced at Schiller involuntarily.
"Don't worry, you can recover." Roy patted the guardrail of the hospital bed, with a murderous tone in his voice. He said, "I have only been away for a few days, and there is such a scum in the Gotham Police Department. I have to deal with it."
Gordon tells you, just wait."
After saying that, he stood up and left. He took out his cell phone before he even walked out of the room. People in the room only heard his voice drifting away.
"Hello? Harvey? Are you not busy now? Could you please come to the city hall? I have something to ask..."
Soon the flowers and gifts brought by the students were piled up on the bedside. In order not to disturb the principal's rest, they left quickly. In the end, only Sivana lying on the bed and Schiller sitting beside the bed were left.
Sivana was silent for a moment.
He was not thinking about what happened that day at all, he was just staring blankly at a bouquet of perfectly bloomed flowers that was thrust into his arms, his eyes empty as if he was not thinking about anything.
Until Schiller stretched out his hand and waved it in front of his eyes.
Sivana came back to her senses, looked at Schiller with her remaining eye and asked: "What happened that day?"
"Did you tell me what happened when you passed out?"
Schiller also recalled that when he saw Sivana fall, the smile on his face only stayed on his face for less than a second. He sewed up the holes in his skin as quickly as possible and made a
He took two steps back with a shocked expression.
Clay's view was blocked by the sofa and he couldn't see clearly what happened to Sivana who fell down, so he rushed over immediately and saw Schiller taking out his mobile phone.
"What are you doing?" Clay asked, glaring at him.
"What am I doing?" Schiller asked pretending to be shocked: "Someone fainted here. Of course I called an ambulance."
Clay choked and said, "We don't need an ambulance. There are police cars outside. We can..."
"Do you know what disease he has? Do you know what his symptoms are like? What are you going to do if he dies in the police car?" Schiller narrowed his eyes and looked at Clay and said, "I can completely understand your temporary
I impulsively attacked Mr. Principal, but if you don’t even let me call an ambulance, I can only suspect that you are going to kill someone and silence them.”
"When did I..."
"Officer, please don't forget that you are also one of the suspects. Just from your unusually fast dispatch of the police after Mr. Principal called, I can also make up a reasonable story that you are the murderer."
"For example, in order to complete his duties, the postman once had to enter and leave the crime scene illegally. This angered you. My neighbor Mr. Piero said a few words to him, and he also entered your hunting list."
"As a well-trained criminal police officer, it is much easier for you to kill someone than us. You have a stun gun and can subdue the opponent as quickly as possible. You are strong and can dismember bodies very quickly. As a police officer, you are the best
A profession that is not easily aroused by suspicion."
"So you first killed the postman, destroyed his body and wiped out all traces of it. After killing Mr. Pierrot, you dismembered his body and threw it into Principal Sivana's yard. After going around in a circle, after receiving the alarm, you finally
Come here as quickly as possible, I want to know if Mr. Sivana has seen any trace of you dumping the body."
"You don't have any evidence!" Clay roared.
"Neither did you." Schiller glanced at the arm and said: "If you want to convict me based on this, then we will meet in court, but before that, you'd better ask your boss.
Now that things have turned out like this, is he willing to sacrifice a secret position that has been hidden for so long and go to court with me with insufficient evidence?"
Clay stared at Schiller fiercely, but Schiller didn't care. The flashing lights of the ambulance shone in from the window, and the warm and cold light continued to flow on the undulating side of the face. In the last gap in the sutured human skin,
He poured out his malice wantonly.
"This is your usual method of recruiting people into your gang, creating cases, framing them, and getting them into a whirlpool where they cannot prove themselves. After being forced into a desperate situation, you will use them."
"I saw such tactics at one point in my youth, but you don't want to know what I did in those cases that were investigated to be a stain on me."
