Chapter 1943 U: Beyond the Big Event (Forty-Seven)

Beibao shook his head slightly and turned his eyes upward to look at Schiller, so that fine lines appeared above his eyebrows. Schiller wrote four words and drew a circle around them, as if writing thoughts. The map is the same, with other branches drawn below.

"I don't often go to the abyss, so I don't know much about them, but since they are spirits, they will definitely appear in their favorite image."

Under the four names, Schiller wrote several words that represented the attire. Beiba took a closer look and found that the first hunter had "black shirt" written under it.

"He often attends various celebrity banquets and follows his prey on the dance floor, corridors and bathroom stalls. In addition to wine, lip marks, and blood, black is the hardest to see on his clothes. Dirty color.”

Schiller's deep voice echoed in the room, and Beibao felt a bone-chilling chill creeping up from his back. He began to somewhat understand the protagonists of horror movies that encounter ghosts.

Then he saw that Schiller had written "white shirt" under the word art and explained it this way.

"If the dark background can swallow up all colors, then the white is to let the most vivid colors appear. When he works on a soft, hot material, the traces left on the white shirt will also become the work. Part of that is a keepsake worth keeping.”

When Schiller looked at the last two names, his pen tip paused for a moment before writing "Gray Scarf" under Gluttony.

"He is not an elegant eater. He usually overeats and is gluttonous. Because eating a lot of food can quickly restore physical strength and replenish energy, and be fully prepared for everything that follows. He often carries at least a piece of gray food. napkin to ensure that the soup does not drip on your clothes.”

When it came to the last piece of abuse, Schiller's pen paused for an extra long time, as if he was recalling something, but he finally wrote "red top".

"He will be very happy to wear all kinds of red clothes, which will remind him of those fish that are constantly jumping because they have lost their skin and are exposed to the air."

The final introduction to abuse was the briefest, but Schiller's tone and some of the things he suggested with his tone made Beibat shudder.

He looked down at the four names on the paper again, gently licked his dry lips, and then said: "Other than that? What are their characteristics and weaknesses?"

Schiller shook his head slightly and said: "I have already said that I don't often go to the abyss, and I don't know much about them. I only know one thing, that is, we try not to stimulate them, otherwise you can feel the real terror. The treatment of the film’s protagonist.”

Baybat's instinct that belonged to Batman reminded him that what Schiller said was true, because the cold light belonging to the glass shards that flew past was only about one centimeter away from his eyeballs, and that moment lasted like a century. Long.

"As for their weaknesses, I can only rely on guesswork." Schiller first clicked on the hunter with a pen and said: "The hunter will only hunt one prey at a time. Whoever he targets will be the target." He will appear in front of him repeatedly until he finds an opportunity to strike. "

Beibat suddenly realized that Schiller's previous descriptions of these pathological personality traits revealed some very dark truths, so he instinctively said: "From the dance floor to the corridor to the bathroom stall?"

At this moment, Beibao saw that his vision was shaking, and his eyes were filled with hazy light. When the light dissipated, the crowd on the dance floor dispersed, and his vision was locked on one of them.

The back of that person always appeared in the shaking vision. He left the dance floor, greeted the people around him, took the wine glass from the waiter, and stood there chatting with acquaintances until he turned and walked towards the corridor.

Passing through the long corridor, the light became darker and darker, and the figure disappeared into the bathroom stall. The overhead light flashed, and the mirror reflected Schiller's still young face in a black shirt.

Beibao suddenly woke up. He finally realized that what Schiller was describing was not a concept, but the past.

So the perspective continues.

Beibao saw a huge wall painting in his field of vision. He turned around and saw that this seemed to be an art studio, set up in a huge warehouse. This huge wall painting depicts the French painter François. "The Education of Cupid" by Val Boucher.

Before Bei Bat could think about the metaphor of this painting, he saw a huge fish among the messy easels. There was a knife stuck in the fish's belly, but blood foam kept coming out of the fish's gills. , indicating that it is still alive.

The scales were scraped off, the abdominal cavity was opened, and the muscles and bones were explored. Blood spurted out and stained along the cuffs, leaving flower-like blood spots on the front.

A strong sense of hunger arose, and the light in his field of vision began to waver.

The shrill sirens were getting closer and closer yet further and further away, and shouts of death, curses, and gunshots were heard all the time.

Beibao found that his vision began to gradually withdraw from the body, and then he saw blood on the floor of the huge warehouse, and fish that had lost their scales and skin were beating in the distance.

The police officers rolled in like beans, and their arms with guns raised formed a circle, like a huge flower, with bright red stamens all over Schiller's limbs stretched out on the ground, with only newborn joy on his young face. .

Beibao suddenly woke up, and when he looked at Schiller, his eyes were completely different. Schiller was completely unaware, and was still lowering his head and talking about the possible weaknesses of several morbid personality traits.

Bei Bat couldn't listen anymore.

He took a deep breath and stood up, turning his head to look at the other door in the office, which led to the bathroom.

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He didn't say anything to Schiller who raised his head, but went straight to the bathroom. After entering, he didn't go into the toilet cubicle, but tried to suppress his voice as much as possible, retched twice, and turned on the faucet to rinse his face.

Bei Bat stood up, wiped his face in front of the mirror, and combed back the broken hair on his forehead that was stained with water.

The ceiling light flashed.

Bei Bat's image in the mirror suddenly changed, and he saw Schiller again, but not the young face.

He had white sideburns, no glasses, and his gray eyes were very scattered, looking at Bei Bat with a smile.

Bei Bat blinked, and he disappeared again.

Bei Bat was about to ask, and the faucet suddenly moved.

With a "squeak", the faucet switch was turned on, and the water flowed out, covering the sound of the voice, and Schiller appeared in the mirror again.

This time, Bei Bat saw clearly that he was wearing a dark blue suit and a dark orange tie with a double Windsor knot, looking solemn and gorgeous.

"What you saw was real."

His voice seemed to ring in Bei Bat's ears, making him turn his head, but there was nothing there.

"Who are you?"

"Who is Schiller?"

Bei Bat did not expect him to ask such a question, and he did not have the answer to this question at all, but he just saw it, at least part of it.

So the answer was about to come out of his mouth, but he still lowered his head, shook his head and said, "You can't create illusions for me."

"You know it's not an illusion."

Bei Bat leaned on the sink again, panting. What he saw, heard, and touched in that vision was too real.

Bright banquet lights, noisy voices, the gasps and weak struggles of the injured prey and the warmth of blood...

"Why?" Bei Bat asked angrily: "Are you just enjoying all this?!"

"They are my enemies, but I do enjoy all this."

Bei Bat slowly closed his eyes, and his hands pressed on the washbasin began to tremble. To him, this was a real ghost story - there is a group of people in this world who feel enjoyment and joy from the bottom of their hearts by killing their own kind. They are natural criminals and natural killers.

"Who is Schiller?"

The ceiling light flickered a few more times, and the low voice appeared in Bei Bat's ears again.

The light flickered again, and the figure that seemed particularly tall disappeared, and Bei Bat's face appeared in the mirror.

He was wearing a hospital gown, which formed a sharp contrast with the gorgeous and dignified suit. The eyes sunken in the eye sockets looked particularly dim under the illumination of the ceiling light.

"Who is Schiller?" He muttered to himself.

This time, he saw the figure of Schiller in a gorgeous suit appear behind him in the mirror.

Schiller stretched out a hand and placed it on his shoulder. Although Batman didn't feel any touch, he still felt an indescribable weight that almost crushed him.

"Answer me, Batman, who is Schiller?"

"He is..." Batman's eyes began to flicker with the light above his head. He panted in a low voice, and finally only a voice that sank to the bottom of the valley echoed in the small room.

"Schiller is... a murderer."

Batman and Natasha were cleaning the blood on Natasha's arm in the bathroom. Natasha stared at the door nervously and said, "Hurry up, he may come soon."

She looked down at the wound on her arm. It was about a few minutes ago when they just came up from the stairwell and the window at the end of the corridor exploded.

At that time, they didn't realize the seriousness of the problem. They just thought it was a ghost, until they saw Schiller's shadow on the glass again, and at the same time, Natasha's blood disappeared.

What was even more terrifying was that the wound, which was not deep to begin with, was getting deeper and deeper, and the blood was flowing more and more, but not a drop fell to the ground, and it all disappeared out of thin air.

The blood coagulation function of the platelets seemed to have suddenly stopped working, and the blood did not show any signs of coagulation, but just kept flowing out and disappeared into the air.

It was not until Natasha saw from the window of the ward in the corridor that Schiller, wearing a gray scarf around his neck, was constantly tearing the wound on Natasha's arm with his hands, and all the blood disappeared at his fingertips.

Batman and Natasha realized that Schiller was not wandering aimlessly, and they were just lucky before, so they did not encounter Schiller who would target them.

The two ran all the way and finally found the bandage for bandaging in the preparation room in front. The two ran all the way to the bathroom and shook off Schiller who was chasing them, and were preparing to bandage the wound.

Just when Batman cleaned the wound and was about to put a bandage on it, the light above their heads suddenly flickered twice.

A figure appeared in the mirror of the sink.

Natasha opened her eyes wide, because she was very familiar with this figure. Schiller in the mirror was wearing a turtleneck sweater, with semi-long hair tied behind his head. He was staring at Natasha with a smile on his face.