Chapter 944: The Mystery of Schiller's Past (Part 2)
Before Constantine had time to think about what was going on with the corpse that appeared in front of him, he heard the roar of the vehicle engine from far to near, followed by the sound of the car door opening, obviously someone was coming.
Constantine looked around and found a pile of scraps piled deep in the warehouse.
He had no time to think, so he rushed over and hid under a piece of plastic sheet. Then, dazzling light shone into the warehouse from the gap in the rolling shutter door, making the ground look as white as snow.
The lines of blood spreading on the ground were like plum blossoms blooming in winter. Constantine's pupils shrank suddenly, because from his point of view, there were at least seven or eight corpses lying on the floor of the warehouse.
The people who walked in were a man and a woman. Because of the light behind him, Constantine could not see their specific faces, but they spoke English with the same British accent as Constantine. Therefore, he translated the conversation between the two
Heard very clearly.
"Laura, I have long said that Patient No. 1 cannot be released from confinement so early. When we brought him back, his performance exceeded all our previous test subjects, and he has high-functioning autism.
, the mental state itself is unstable..."
"Stop talking." The woman said, "This is our mutual decision. Don't you also want to see the strength of Patient No. 1?"
After saying that, she raised her chin, turned to the corpses, looked at the man and said, "Did you see it? This is him, our most successful experiment so far, 15 years old, killed with only a knife
11 trained security personnel with fully loaded guns died..."
Hearing this, Constantine frowned deeply. He looked in the other direction. Sure enough, there were traces of bullets on the wall of the warehouse.
But judging from the blood stains on the ground, the bullets did not hit anyone. All the corpses lying on the ground died from sharp blade wounds, which is why the blood spattered so far.
"Patient No. 1..." Constantine whispered in his heart: "Who are they referring to? If this is Schiller's memory space, is it Schiller?"
At this moment, the woman named Laura spoke again: "The effect is not bad, but it's a pity that the security personnel sent by the old guy to escort us are here. However, he deserves it. Who let
Did he interfere with our experiments before?"
The man next to her shook his head with dissatisfaction and said: "We don't have many people to send in, and you still waste so many people..."
"But it's worth it, isn't it?" Laura shrugged, walked to the corpse, squatted down, checked the wound, and said, "What a beautiful knife, elegant, precise, and fatal in one blow."
"Okay, don't sigh. I'll call someone to get rid of all the corpses here, and then quickly send Patient No. 1 to the target location. Otherwise, if someone here discovers it, it will be a bit troublesome."
Laura snorted and said, "How can such a poor country have the energy to carry out security work? Don't worry, their attention is not on us at all. If you ask me, it doesn't matter if they add a few more rounds of experiments."
Hearing their conversation, Constantine felt a little confused. He looked up at the warehouse again, and then turned around and found two stickers on the wall. Of course, Constantine didn't know that this kind of thing was called a small sticker.
Advertisement, but he did recognize that the words written on it were in Chinese.
"This is not Britain?" Constantine rolled his eyes and said in a voice that only he could hear: "Aren't these people British spies?... Oh, God, what nonsense am I talking about?
Will there be legitimate British spies?”
Constantine saw that not long after, another group of people came, and the rolling shutter door was completely opened. They began to deal with the corpses on the warehouse floor. As the light of the flashlight continued to come here, Constantine thought,
He had to find a way to escape.
He came to find the Cursed Soul and was not interested in Schiller's past. Therefore, he just wanted to leave this place as soon as possible.
But just when he was thinking about whether to use some unconventional means to transfer, he saw that the door of the warehouse turned into a bright square, and a black shadow suddenly appeared in the square.
Judging from his body shape, he was very thin, less than 1.8 meters tall, with almost no signs of exercise. Outside the warehouse, the moment the car lights flashed by, the light passed over his face. Constantine discovered that this was not
Schiller, at least not in appearance.
But he was not a pure Asian, he looked a bit like a mixed race. What worried Constantine the most was that in a flash, he saw this boy with the same gray eyes as Schiller.
Constantine, who is proficient in mysticism, knows that the saying "the eyes are the windows to the soul" is not just a metaphor. If the human soul has any external form of expression, it must be the eyes.
If Constantine meets a soul in the spiritual world and wants to find him in reality, the best way is to look at his eyes in reality. People with high spiritual awareness can see the human soul through their eyes.
And Constantine happens to belong to that type of person with very high spiritual awareness.
The moment he saw the boy's eyes, Constantine knew that he should be Schiller, but why did Schiller in the memory space look different from the one in reality?
Constantine felt that it might be due to personality differences. He had seen patients with dissociative identity disorder who had several personalities with different appearances and different souls.
Just when Constantine was about to think deeply about this issue, Schiller, who was standing in front of the door, did not give anyone time to think.
Constantine saw that he was holding a long knife that looked like a bone chopping knife in his hand. It was about as long as his forearm. It was a bit uncoordinated with his thin body. But soon, Constantine
There is no time to think about the problem of coordination and disharmony anymore.
The traffic coming and going on the opposite highway all turned on their high beams, and the lights flashed outside the warehouse door.
The stream of light was like a gentle hand, brushing over the cold butcher knife. Constantine saw the neon light and shadow reflected on the knife's surface. Soon, the gorgeous shadow disappeared, leaving only a blood red color.
The moment they found someone breaking in, the man and woman took out the pistols at their waists, but it was too late.
The butcher's knife swung horizontally, and the stream of light cut through the air. He slashed the opponent's wrist with one knife, rolled to avoid the other person's shot, and then struck again.
When the butcher's knife was pulled out, there was a "chi-la" sound, and the warehouse floor was illuminated by the lights. The knife was shining brightly and the pen was full of blood.
Turning back again, he used the blind spot of the backlight to avoid the aiming gun line. He stuck behind the man, inserted the sharp butcher knife into his body, and then released the handle of the knife.
It wasn't until the body fell to the ground that he stepped on the man's spine and pulled out the knife.
Constantine swallowed. He felt that now was not a good time to go out.
However, this young man seemed to have noticed that there were still living things in the warehouse. When he walked towards Constantine with a knife, Constantine knew that he might not be able to do anything good today.
Of course, Constantine is a magician. Even in the memory space, he has the means to use magic. With a flash of fire, it appeared on the back of Schiller, and his hands lit up with golden light.
He raised his hands and turned slightly, and a golden magic circle appeared between his hands. With a "clang" sound, the long knife struck the magic circle. The moment sparks flew, Constantine's face was illuminated.
His appearance looked weathered and tired. The boy opposite him was thin and pale. When the two sickly faces faced each other, Constantine could feel that his innate madness and evil were instantly ignited.
The magic circle condensed and turned into a beam of light, which flew past the young Schiller's ear. He turned his head slightly and looked at the place where the light landed. In an instant, a black mark appeared there.
The handle of the long knife was wrapped from the index finger to the little finger, and then back to the index finger. The moment his thin knuckles grasped the bandage on the handle, Constantine quickly retreated again. When he clenched his hands into fists, another beam of light shot out.
The young Schiller bullied him again, and Constantine formed a magic shield to block it. But at this time, he saw a sneer on the young man opposite him.
The next second, at a speed that Constantine could barely see, he sprinted to the right and threw the butcher knife.
Constantine hurriedly twisted the magic shield, but was instantly knocked down by the long knife. When he was slashed, he realized that the knife was much heavier than he thought, and Schiller's power was also greater than he thought.
Much.
The blade cut through his skin, continued to fly forward, and landed on the right front of Constantine with a clang.
Constantine, who was lying on the ground, let out a scream and gasped heavily. He saw the young Schiller walking over, picked up the knife, and then turned around to look at him. But at this moment, Constantine revealed his face.
gave a sneer.
A series of electric lights jumped out from his body. When they came into contact with Schiller's feet, they paralyzed him for a moment. Another stream of light sent him flying out. Constantine climbed up unsteadily.
, picked up the knife, and said:
"What a good knife..."
When he touched the handle of the long knife, he knew that he had found what Zatanna called a "weakness item", but this also meant that the world would become more terrifying.
The injured Constantine didn't stop for long. Before Schiller could recover from the impact of the stream of light, he came over and ran out of the warehouse quickly, pulling down the rolling shutter door.
While he was hijacking the car, he saw a figure standing in the dark warehouse door and watching him, but he did not catch up with him.
Constantine squeezed the handle of the knife with his knuckles, but soon he hung the long knife on the inside of his windbreaker, then hijacked a car and drove towards an unknown intersection.
While driving fast on the highway, Constantine was sure that this was not the United Kingdom, with unfamiliar architectural styles, incomprehensible mysterious characters, and car music that was completely different from British radio stations...
For the first time, Constantine became curious about Schiller's past. Why did he have a personality that grew up in an Eastern country? And why did he end up on the east coast of the United States and in Gotham?
But what makes Constantine even more concerned is who are the men and women with British accents who appear in the warehouse? What is going on with the so-called experiment and Patient No. 1?
