Chapter 2325 Gotham Music Festival (Fifty-Seven)

Chapter 2318 Gotham Music Festival (57)

After Om woke up and left, Arthur wanted to follow him. He also wanted to know what was going on, but then he thought about it. When Schiller was also present and closer to him, he Why not just ask Schiller?

Anyway, this whole thing was either planned by him, or... he planned it. In short, just ask him directly.

But there is one thing that is rather embarrassing. This guy named Atlan is related to Atlantis at first sight, and Arthur has just recently told his friends about his true life experience. Now go and ask Schiller. The plan really looks like spying on the enemy.

Unexpectedly, Schiller had already told Natasha, and he didn't seem to want to avoid anyone.

"From the moment I discovered that I was seasick in this universe, I began to collect relevant information. The first information collected was of course related to ships."

"After several experiments later, it had nothing to do with the size, stability or sailing route of the boat. This made me have to suspect that the culprit of my seasickness may be the sea."

"I told you before that the way of death in my previous life is certainly within the scope of my investigation, but it is not easy to leave a psychological shadow on me. I have searched the memory bank and the structure of the tower operation, and found nothing. Any phobia related to the sea.”

"Then what you told us before..." Natasha said, raising her voice.

"I didn't say anything." Schiller spread his hands and said, "I just told you the way I died. I didn't make any comments about it, let alone that it left a psychological shadow and made me seasick. "

"Okay, here it is again." Natasha waved her hand, obviously getting used to it.

"I had already begun to investigate the cosmic ocean landscape environment. Of course, I also identified a few suspicious characters based on my knowledge. At this time, several pieces of news broke into my sight."

"That's right, the Daxizhou. This messy gambling ship that has become popular in recent years can evade the search of all maritime law enforcement forces. This is obviously abnormal."

"Most of the news about this ship is speculation and there is no evidence, but this does not mean that I cannot understand the situation on the ship, because there are always people who come back alive."

"Thanks to the development of the Internet, I pretended to be a paranormal enthusiast who is very interested in ghost ships, and sent emails to the survivors of the Atsaisu who had appeared in the media or leaked information about themselves, hoping that they could Provide me with what you see and hear on the ship.”

"When most people told me that their wishes came true, either by making a lot of money or solving business problems, I knew that the black hand must not be human, at least the way he acted was not human. means in society.”

"Then I expanded the search area and began to further interview people who knew or had contact with the Onsei. Then I got a very useful information. Among the wishes that the Onsei can fulfill, it does not include resurrecting the dead."

"In this way, I excluded heaven and hell, because angels and devils always do this in their transactions. They can actually resurrect humans, and they also know very well how much desire humans have in this regard."

"So even though the humans they resurrected can no longer be called humans, they are still happy to use this as the focus of their publicity, rather than directly stating that they cannot be resurrected like the owner of the Daxizhou."

"Since they directly say that they cannot be resurrected, humans mean that their personal level will not be too high, at least lower than the demon monarch and archangel. Knowing this, things will be much easier to handle."

"Wait, you can't be..." Natasha showed an expression that was indeed the case. She stared at Schiller and said: "When he first came to this universe, Nick was very talkative and often disappeared out of thin air. He said he was going to have a party with old friends. Damn it, where did he get his old friends in this universe? "

Schiller smiled and said: "Of course he has old friends. I have known him for a long time."

Natasha sighed, waved her hand in front of her nose and said, "What are you doing again? Just tell me."

Schiller showed a smile, looked at Oliver and said, "Amanda is dead. This stupid girl chose to hide in the closet. I sent her to reunite with her family."

Looking at Schiller's sincere smile, Oliver and Black Canary shuddered.

Amanda woke up.

After experiencing fear, severe pain and long darkness, she finally regained consciousness.

hell……

This was her vague first thought.

No, there will be no hell worse than what I experienced before.

Amanda remembered that she went to the second floor to mobilize the people she brought on board, but found that there were very few subordinates alive, only the group of people sent in by her boss, but it was Amanda and the one Kayla who was transferred from the west coast. Not very familiar with her, Amanda didn't trust her.

Seeing that there were only two or three big cats and kittens left among the passengers, Amanda felt that it was more important to save her own life first, so she found a room in the corner and hid in the closet.

In her opinion, since Schiller had to count the seconds against his back to start hunting, all he had to do was lie down or face the wall, and Schiller couldn't see through the wall.

But she was wrong.

Schiller's footsteps came closer and closer, but without any pause, nor hesitation or wandering during the search, he went straight to Amanda, as if he had crossed several corridors or even a floor, and saw Amanda hiding in the closet directly.

Amanda only dared to hide in the closet, but this was the most wrong choice she had made in her life. Schiller came, opened the door, and pulled her out of the closet - breaking her neck with the closet door.

Her body was outside the closet, only her head disappeared in the closet, her hands scratched countless scratches around the gap of the closet door, and blood seeped into it, as if a new thinking organ had grown in her neck, replacing her head, which was not only more intelligent, but also more beautiful.

The pain was not so severe, nor was it very difficult. Before death, Amanda did not see the most memorable fragment of her life as written in many legends. She only felt like toilet paper thrown into a flush toilet, sucked by some kind of vortex, and fell all the way at high speed.

Finally, when she woke up, she saw a dark red.

A black oval block kept swaying in front of her, and seemed to be saying something. Amanda could see it but couldn't hear it. She just felt that it was disturbing her.

"Stop swaying!" Amanda yelled.

The other party might not hear her, or didn't care at all, and still swayed in front of Amanda, from left to right, from right to left.

Amanda slapped him.

This slap stunned both of them.

Amanda suddenly recovered all her vision and hearing after the slap, while the other party didn't expect Amanda to do it directly.

"What's going on?!"

Amanda heard the other party shouting, and judging from the accent, this guy is definitely black.

"How can it be so powerful... What do you mean I'm talking nonsense, damn it, she can jump up and slap me, come and see!"

Another figure came over, and Amanda, who gradually recovered her vision, found that it was a handsome black-haired white man, and the black man before was a one-eyed black bald man wearing an eye patch.

"Oh, her, she is the woman with a special itinerary... Hello, Ms. Amanda Waller."

Amanda shook hands with the handsome black-haired man in a daze. Just as she was about to ask, another long-faced man in a strange wizard robe came over, holding a parchment roll in his hand, frowning and saying, "What's wrong? Why is the team not moving? Waiting in front."

The black man pulled Amanda out of the team, shook hands with her and said, "Nick Fury, Director of SHIELD, Ma'am, please follow me, this way."

Amanda followed him to the other side and saw a long line in front, all of which were translucent humans.

Looking at it, Amanda found that they were all familiar people.

It can't be said that they are very familiar, but at least they often meet in the past day-aren't they all passengers on the cruise ship?

Just when Amanda thought of this, the two people who took her seemed to go to socialize with someone. Only the one-eyed black man asked her to wait there, and the others disappeared.

Amanda decided to follow the team. The team was long, but Amanda found that she was much faster than usual and soon reached the front.

At the front sat a demon.

A typical demon with goat horns on his head, goat hooves on his feet, long black hair and blood-red horizontal pupils. He held a feather pen in his claws and was writing hard on the parchment scroll floating in front of him.

"Hans Buck! Soul weight... 26 grams? Damn it, this guy has 5 grams of sin??? What did he do... Oh, six years ago, he sexually assaulted and massacred a family of four in a village in southern Mexico, and set fire to the bodies. After that, he led three village massacres. Tsk, tsk, tsk, devil..."

"Raven! Raven... What? Your name is Lee Ollis? Come on, use the name at birth. There's another guy in front who insists that his name is not Lillian, but what... 'Black Gun'? Sorry, we don't call people by nicknames here! Go up and weigh!"

Amanda saw a scale next to the demon, which was the most common brass scale used to weigh powder. Everyone had to go up to it to weigh. The little demon squatting next to it would call out the weight, and the writing demon would record it.

A little further away from the writing demon, Amanda saw the one black and two white people talking to a man with wings and a monster that looked like a big fly.

The expressions on the faces of these three people were neither terrified nor flattering. They were full of the common enthusiasm in the business world, and their eyes also revealed the cunning and shrewdness of long-term business experience.

What's even more strange is that the two opposite also had such an expression, even the three-point hypocritical smile and the greedy light in their eyes were exactly the same.

Amanda didn't need to get close to hear them talking.

"... It's really a heavy loss. That damn Barbatos made several generals under my command lose everything. You said that people's hearts are scattered and it's hard to lead the team. As a great king, I get up early and stay up late just to get some high-quality military rations to stabilize people's hearts? You helped me a lot..."

"The quality of this batch of sinners' souls is really good." The handsome man with wings said: "The souls weigh 24 grams on average. Such heinous souls are rare in the hands of hell generals..."

"There should be a lot of guilty humans in this world, right?" The long-faced wizard questioned, and he said: "How can sinners' souls be scarce in hell?"

The big fly waved its wings and said, "You don't understand this. The conditions for the sinner's soul are too harsh. He must be born evil, have no grievances, blaspheme against God, never repent, and become worse. He must still do evil at the moment before death, and must accept a ritual execution, that is, a painful death. Only then can the soul be heavy. If one of these conditions is not met, the weight of the soul will be greatly reduced."

The three suddenly realized.

Shanghai is so cold, cold, cold, cold