Chapter 1503 C: Twilight Event (IX)

Red Robin stared at the monitor screen.

He saw Bruce taking a sharp dagger made of blood from Cain's hand, slowly walking up to Master Andrew and half-kneeling down.

He reached out and hugged Master Andrew's upper body, whispered a few words in his ear, and then sent the sharp dagger into his heart without hesitation.

The sharp long dagger pierced through the chest, and blood gushed out like spring water. The vitality in Master Andrew's eyes gradually dissipated, and the remaining doubt in Cain's heart was also dispelled.

Red Robin stared at the surveillance screen speechless for a long time, and Lilith said in his ear in a gloating tone: "Although in my opinion, this is indeed a good way to win Cain's trust, I am a devil after all, you That little righteous heart is beating with joy."

"Shut up." Red Robin's tone was unexpectedly cold. He stayed blank in front of the screen for a few minutes, then stood up and said, "You stupid woman, you don't understand what it means for Batman to kill someone."

"He lied to us." Red Robin took a deep breath and said, "He is neither fragile nor gentle. There is evil and madness hidden behind his mask."

"Is killing evil?" Lilith asked.

"What I care about is not killing, but deceiving." Red Robin said with a gloomy face: "He never showed this side to me, but he did this to Cain... Cain must die!"

Lilith was silent again. It wasn't until Red Robin quickly walked upstairs that Lilith asked tentatively: "Although Electra and Oedipus are unavoidable complexes for human beings, don't you think you are a bit extreme?"

Apparently, Lilith had a glimpse into Red Robin's turbulent thoughts, which can be roughly summed up as Batman, Batman, Batman, Batman, and Batman and every Batman.

"He can kill, but he can't kill for Cain, because he didn't do it for us. This is a shameful betrayal." Red Robin took out the dagger from his waist and strode towards the door.

"It's not that he tamed us, but we tamed him. Because of our existence, there are things he can't do, and because of our existence, he has wanted to do things he can't do several times. This should be the only The glory we can get.”

"But the Robin of this world lost this honor. Cain only got it. I must kill Cain...for the sake of me in this world."

Red Robin's murderous voice echoed in the empty hall until his back disappeared outside the door. Two figures stood by the patio railing on the third floor. One of them covered his mouth tightly, with a look in his eyes. Full of fear.

"What have you done?!" Red Hood looked at Schiller with a painful look in his eyes and said, "You taught Batman to kill, and you also used him to make Tim fall into the mood of revenge! What on earth do you want to do?"

Schiller, who was still wearing a suit and was spotless, gently held the railing of the patio with one hand and said calmly: "I told you, I want to get the blood of the lamb back from Cain."

"Then why don't you..."

"Like Cain, you chase the clues wherever they go, and add more trouble to yourself wherever you chase them? Jason, I heard Professor Schiller you know say that you seem to be very good at doing this."

Red Hood's hair suddenly stood on end. He quickly took a few steps back, grabbed the railing tightly with one hand and said, "I just, I just want to improve efficiency."

"So do you think Cain has improved his efficiency?"

"Isn't he almost successful?" Red Hood took a deep breath, tried hard to turn his brain and analyzed: "He captured Westminster Abbey, killed Andrew, and got Bruce."

Schiller smiled and said, "Do you really think he can get Batman?"

"But, but Batman killed people for him!"

"That's because Batman kills people."

"How could Batman..." Red Hood looked at Schiller with incredulous eyes. In the end, he couldn't hold it back. He took two steps forward and approached Schiller, looked into his eyes and asked, "The bat in this world Killer?"

Schiller nodded and said, "And the first person he killed was me."

Red Hood swallowed hard. He turned his gaze to the bottom of the patio and looked at the blood stains of Master Andrew remaining there. He still couldn't help but ask: "Even if Batman kills people, what if Cain hadn't bewitched him?" , Why did he want to kill Master Andrew?"

"Did he really kill Master Andrew?"

"Of course, didn't we see it on the monitor when we first arrived? A knife pierced the heart, there is absolutely no possibility of suspended animation."

"That's in the society of ordinary people." Schiller tapped the railing lightly with his finger and said: "You have read so many historical gossips about the magical world, and you still think that death is the end of the magical world?"

Red Hood frowned. He thought about it carefully, then shook his head and said, "No, for the body, death is indeed the end. The corpse of the magician will also decay quickly, but the magician's body will decay after death." The souls are not free either, and they fall into the hands of their creditors and suffer.”

Red Hood's eyes suddenly widened, and Schiller looked at him with gentle eyes and said: "Not long ago, the demons collectively broke the contract, and the object of Andrew's contract also tore up the contract between them. In other words, Andrew is free. ”

"If he signs a contract with another demon king at this time, his soul will naturally belong to this demon king after his death."

Red Hood still didn't understand, so Schiller sighed and explained: "The words Bruce read in Andrew's ear before stabbing him to death were the contents of the contract. He reached a contract with Andrew before he died. After Andrew dies, his soul will belong to Bruce."

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Red Hood opened his mouth wide, and Schiller showed some memories, and said: "When I signed the contract with Constantine, Bruce just broke in. He really learned quickly."

"But, but..." Red Hood stammered for a long time. Schiller's words contained so much information that he didn't know which question to ask.

After going through a long process of organizing language, the Red Hood couldn't help but ask: "But Bruce is also a human being. How can a human being sign a contract with a human being?"

"It depends on what he learned from Arrogance. I guess he either possessed the status of a demon king himself, or controlled a demon king to obey his words. And this demon king was with Andrew instantly before his death. He reached the contract, and his soul naturally belonged to Bruce."

The Red Hood took two minutes to gradually digest this fact. Well, he thought Batman could kill people, so what's impossible about carrying a Demon King with him?

"Wait a minute." Only then did Red Hood remember the question he wanted to ask. He turned to look at Schiller and said, "You signed a contract with Constantine? Do you also take a Demon King with you?"

Before Schiller could answer, the Red Hood said eloquently: "But even if you carry a demon king with you, Constantine will not listen to the demon. He is an angel and a demon who lie together. How can you lie to him?" Sign a contract?"

Schiller gently raised his eyes, showing an expression of recollection, then turned to one side, looked at the Red Hood and said: "One day, he asked me if I have the trait of 'lust' in my personality. I think I was discussing some professional academic issues with him, and he asked me if I could talk about anything else besides psychology.”

"I said I was more interested in his mental state, and he told me that it would be better to take a look inside his mind, so I went to take a look inside his mind."

Schiller shook his head slightly and said: "When I opened his chest and pinched his heart with my hands, he screamed miserably. I can't kill people in an arrogant office, so I asked him to teach me." A rune of contract, and this rune was engraved on his heart."

Schiller ignored the extremely stiff expression of the red hood, but said with emotion: "He knew that if he didn't get rid of the body with the rune on the heart, it would be impossible to be free, so he attracted Cain, Pretending to be a victim, I found a legitimate reason to abandon my body, and wanted to use my anger to kill Cain.”

"But he forgot that I have a lot of research on psychology. How could I not see his desire for freedom? I threw him into hell because I knew that whether it was Azazel or other demon kings, they would only It was Constantine's men who were defeated, and they could not stop him."

"Aren't you afraid that he will run away from there?" Red Hood asked doubtfully.

"He asked Cain to kill him in order to regain his freedom. He also had the ability to escape from hell, but he did not dare to do so. He had to stay in hell, no matter what kind of torture he endured."

Schiller raised his eyes slightly, looked through the window of the villa at the dawn light gradually appearing on the skyline, sighed softly, and said: "I didn't say 'I will avenge him', I always said 'I'll get his blood'."

"The heart and the blood in it belong to me, and this is a reminder to Constantine that as long as I get back what belongs to me, I don't have to look for anything else, including his soul. ”

"This means that if he hadn't been waiting for me where I dropped him, which is hell, I wouldn't have gone to him, and then he would have been saved by the only one who saved him for so many years, and he was willing to believe The Savior is completely abandoned."

"More importantly, I left the soul of his brother Thomas. If he is abandoned and his brother is left behind, it proves that it will always be his brother who is chosen, not him."

"He became that poor little boy who had never been given hope since he was in his mother's womb and couldn't even get a decent name - Constantine would never tolerate such a thing happening again."

Schiller kept a smile on his face, but the Red Hood kept hiding further and further away. Finally, Schiller said: "So, no matter how much torture he suffers in hell, he will never leave."

"And there is no suffering in this world that is deeper than what Constantine gave himself."

The huge wings flew over the blazing abyss of pain in the hell flames. When the pale hands stretched out, countless tortured, crying and screaming souls desperately stretched out their hands to grab the sky, seeking salvation.

But it was not an angel who came, so no one could be truly saved. The pale hand only grabbed a certain soul lying in the center of the flames and let the flames burn the body but did not react at all.

Constantine was thrown to the ground hard, Azazel retracted his wings, Constantine spread his arms and lay flat on the ground, looked up at Azazel and said, "Is this all you have?"

"Constantine, you are a madman."

Azazel took a deep breath and looked at Constantine's soul that was scarred by repeated torture in the past few days. He raised his hand, and a stream of pure energy repaired Constantine's body.

"Should I say thank you for your kindness?" Constantine sneered again, then he struggled to get up, but fell to the ground after a while, looked aside and asked: "Do you have cigarettes, Your Majesty?"

"But you are a lucky lunatic." Azazel stared at Constantine coldly and said: "The reception is over."

Constantine clenched his fingers, and he stared at Azazel with his eyes, as if he wanted to hear a certain name from his mouth, but Azazel said with a "sneer".

"His Majesty Lucifer heard your pain, and he asked me to let you go."

Constantine's hand loosened.

"Let him go."