Chapter 629 Schiller Is Really a Good Person (Part 2)

"I'll give you the feather back. Get out of my ward. Oh, yes, take him with you." Schiller pointed at Constantine and said.

Constantine and Lucifer were stunned, and then they heard Schiller raise his voice and say: "You keep saying you are my friends, but where were you when I was dying?"

"Now I'm awake, and you two ran into my ward and chattered. Ten minutes ago, I was still lying on the bed in the emergency room, and it was uncertain whether I would live or die. After I woke up, you asked me to go to work. In this case, I have the right to resign, right?"

"What did you just say? You want to give me the feather back???" Lucifer looked at Schiller in surprise and said, "It seems that you really hit your head. How did you suddenly figure it out?"

"I take back what I said just now. I have no special interest in a feather that is not much better than a goose feather, and I will not put it in my study because it is too tasteless."

Schiller looked at Lucifer with a critical look and said, "Even if it is a whole pair of wings, I have no interest. That is not the kind of gray I like. If it is placed in the trophy cabinet, my friends will laugh at it for being old-fashioned."

Constantine watched Lucifer with his eyes wide open. Xifa's face darkened. He stretched out his hands, blocking the two of them, and said, "No, wait, Schiller, are you crazy? Why are you cursing for no reason?"

"That... Lucifer, don't be angry, he may not know, Schiller, wings are taboos for angels, just like human hairstyles, you can't say their wings are ugly, that's insulting them."

"Oh, really? Then why don't you look at your hairstyle?" Schiller looked at Constantine again and said, "Now you have an excuse to enter Wayne Manor openly, Because as long as you stand upside down, Alfred will think that his new mop has arrived. "

Constantine's face also darkened. He looked at Lucifer. He thought that the former king of hell would give Schiller a hard time. But who knew that Lucifer suddenly paused, then looked at Schiller and said, "You seem to want me to kill you. Why do you think so?"

"Can you read minds? ...Oh, of course you can." Schiller suddenly reacted. The omniscient Lucifer certainly could read minds. In front of him, it was useless to use provocation.

Schiller did want Lucifer to kill him, because he felt that he seemed to have found the reason why both sides of death would not accept him.

Lucifer didn't know where Schiller hid the feather, but Schiller himself knew that the feather was now lying in his soul.

In other words, his soul now belongs to Lucifer. As the second in command of the entire DC universe, the Endless Family has no way to compete with him. In other words, if Lucifer does not allow him to die, then he will not see death.

He originally wanted to irritate Lucifer. If Lucifer killed him personally, it would be equivalent to Lucifer personally releasing this part of the authority, and he could go to find death.

But there is still a contradiction here, that is, if the original Schiller's soul also belongs to Lucifer, and Lucifer did not allow him to die, then why did he disappear? And it seems that Lucifer did not know about this.

It has been said before that Lucifer's level is quite high. He is not nearly omniscient, but omniscient. In this case, he did not find that Schiller's soul was replaced. What does this mean?

Taking this great opportunity, Schiller wanted to do an experiment, so he planned to irritate Lucifer, but he did not expect that Lucifer's strength was too strong. He has the ability to read minds, so he saw through Schiller's trajectory.

"You want to find Death?" Lucifer soon saw more, he said: "The Death of the Endless Family? Wait... How come there is also the matter of Dream God???"

"You actually became the Pope of Dream God?!

" Lucifer was completely angry, he said: "You betrayed me! Don't you know that Morpheus and I have a bad relationship? That stupid Dream God..."

"Sorry, I really don't know how hell usually deals with apostates? I guess it should be killed?"

"You..." Lucifer was about to say "Do you think I dare not kill you?", then he thought about it, if he killed Schiller, wouldn't that be exactly what he wanted, and let him go to see Death?

"Although I can't kill you, I can extract your soul and lock it in hell until..." Lucifer said angrily.

"Wait a minute!" Constantine suddenly came over and stretched out a hand to stop Lucifer. He said, "... You'd better not do that."

Of course Constantine had to stop Lucifer. If Lucifer really took Schiller's soul to hell, hell would be in chaos on the spot. Is the dreamland a lesson?

Facts have proved that any intelligent creature will be bewitched and tempted. As long as Schiller goes down with a mouth, Constantine believes that in a few days, an unprecedented war in hell will break out.

It doesn't matter if there is a war in hell. Constantine doesn't feel bad for how many demons die. But if all the demons are busy fighting, who can he borrow strength from?

The debt he owes is not just to the demons. He also has to rely on the power of the demons to repay the debts of other things.

Constantine can be understood as a person who uses cards to support cards. Various powers are transferred back and forth by him. In the end, he can use powerful magic without paying any price.

But if something goes wrong in hell, the consequences of one of the cards breaking the confession will be very serious. Constantine doesn't want to be chased around the world, so he firmly disagrees with Lucifer taking Schiller's soul to hell.

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Lucifer was a little confused about Constantine's attitude, so he paused again, and then continued: "...You gave the dreamland to...Oh my god! Morpheus, he actually...haha Hahahaha! He was blown away! Well done!"

Lucifer immediately became happy. Obviously, he saw what Schiller did in the Dream Kingdom, and he also happened to see the scene where Morpheus was blown up by Clark.

"Can you read my memory?" Schiller asked.

Lucifer shook his head and said, "No, generally I wouldn't do that. It would be easy to be infected by human thinking and do stupid things. I can directly follow the time nodes and see the past."

"Time is not linear to me. I can see anything happening at any point in time if I want to. It may be difficult for you humans to understand this perspective."

Lucifer's mood improved at a speed visible to the naked eye. He didn't even mind Schiller's previous offense at all. He said: "Actually, what you said makes sense. Gray Wings may be a little out of date. After all, those myth books People are probably tired of seeing all the gray wings I draw, and so are you, right?”

"It doesn't matter. I'll dye it black tomorrow. What do you think about doing some special effects? I think a polarized color would be good."

Lucifer was in a good mood, but it was Schiller's turn to be in a bad mood. He looked at Constantine and lowered his voice and said, "Didn't you say you can't scold his wings????"

"Lucifer has always been a weirdo." Constantine also leaned his head and whispered: "Neither angels nor demons can understand him."

"I said I was resigning!" Schiller shouted.

"I said I don't agree!" Lucifer also said loudly.

"Why don't you agree?"

"Then why did you resign?"

Schiller opened his mouth and realized that his desire to resign was so strong that he hadn't thought of an excuse to resign yet. He couldn't tell the truth. Is it because of the overtime phobia in the green light industry?

After thinking for a moment, Schiller said: "Because I want to return the feather to you."

"Oh, don't be like this. I have already said that I forgive you. You were still young and ignorant at that time. If you like that feather, I will give it to you. As long as you can make trouble for the Dream God, I will give it to you again. Not even one of them will work," Lucifer said hopefully.

In fact, feathers are nothing to him. As long as he wants, he can create countless feathers and send one to everyone on the earth. Even, as long as he has a thought, all mankind can grow wings. , this is not difficult for him.

Just when Schiller and Lucifer were in a stalemate, the door to the ward was suddenly pushed open, and Bruce walked in. Following him was Angela with an angry face. The female police officer held a pistol angrily. Said to Bruce: "Are you crazy? Even if he killed those people, they are heinous villains. They even want to use mysterious chemicals to pollute the underground water source of the metropolis!"

Angela pointed to the door and said: "The metropolitan police officers have been out in force, going to the underground laboratory to search, just now. They called me to tell me that all the evidence has been found, and even the medicine has been obtained. !”

"The information shows that not only did they want to pollute the water source, but they have even experimented with the drug on dozens of people. My sister also died because of them. And now, you actually say that because Schiller killed this He is a crazy criminal and you want to arrest him!"

Bruce stood there expressionlessly and said, "I'm not excusing those vicious owls. They are indeed guilty, but I hope Professor Schiller can return to the Gotham Police Station with me so that Detective Gordon will not be unjust." Any good person’s mental state also needs to be confirmed.”

To be honest, Bruce was a little shocked by the ferocious and sick Schiller. Rather than bringing him to justice, Bruce's focus was on confirming Schiller's mental state.

Even if it can't be confirmed, he must be taken back to Gotham immediately. Only Gotham can tolerate such a madman.

Schiller stretched out his hand, pointed at Bruce, then turned to look at Lucifer, and said: "Look, this is why I want to resign. I just committed a brutal serial murder, so now. I want to go to court. He went to trial and went to jail. You don’t want to have a pope who has been in jail, do you?”

With that said, he was about to stand up from the hospital bed and leave with Bruce. He even hinted with his eyes to Bruce, asking him to quickly get a pair of handcuffs and handcuff him away.

Unexpectedly, Lucifer showed a disdainful smile. He snapped his fingers and said, "What will he use to judge you? Where is the evidence?"

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Schiller glanced at Lucifer, then picked up the phone on the bedside, dialed the Metropolitan Police Department, and said: "Hello? I want to surrender. I am the murderer of the previous serial murder... "

"What? No serial murderers? No crime in the past three months?...Ah, I'm sorry, I want to ask, what is the name of the largest cleaning company in the metropolis?...Isn't it called Snow Mountain Cleaning Company? You don't Have you ever heard of this name?”

After hanging up the phone, Schiller looked at Lucifer. Lucifer said with a half-smile: "I just took a look along the timeline and solved the root cause of this contradiction. Owls no longer exist in this world. Since then, it has not existed.”

"In addition, the victims of these eucalyptus have also been resurrected. Oh, your name is Angela, right? Go to Anderson Mental Hospital now and you can see your sister. You're welcome."

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"What crazy talk are you talking about??" Angela yelled at Lucifer: "How can you make fun of my sister?! She just passed away not long ago!"

"I obviously have good intentions and should be your benefactor." Lucifer looked at Angela and said, "Even if you are not grateful to me, you can't point a gun at me, right?"

"Constantine, what did he mean?" Bruce looked at Constantine again and asked. Constantine shrugged and said, "Literally."

Bruce showed his classic skeptical expression again, and then began to question Constantine.

Several people in the room, except for Schiller who was lying on the hospital bed, were all noisy. Their intonations were high and low, and the overlapping sounds were messy. Compared with the large symphony orchestra, they only lost in musicality and artistry.

Just then, there was a "bang" and everyone stopped.

Schiller took his hands away from the guardrail that he had just slapped. He folded his hands and placed them on the quilt. He looked at them expressionlessly and said, "Do you know? I am on annual leave now..."

"According to Gotham University's faculty welfare standards, professors like me have 12 days of standard annual leave per year, plus some subsidized other holidays, which add up to 18 days."

"The administrators of Gotham University told me that this is their excellent tradition and no one can violate it."

"It's now the second week since I left Gotham, which is the 14th day. That means... more than half of my annual leave has passed."

As he spoke, Schiller sighed and tried to speak in a calm tone, but still failed to conceal his last angry voice. He said: "After half of the annual vacation, I still haven't gotten any rest. I won't be able to hear it again with human beings." Understand civilized language, say it one last time..."

"Get out of here, everyone!"

After everyone was stunned for a moment, a group of people led by Constantine began to line up and walk out.

Lucifer, who was at the end of the team, shrugged before leaving the house and said, "A university professor actually only has less than 20 days of annual leave? Even the employees at my bar have a full 36 days of annual leave."

Schiller on the bed suddenly opened his eyes.

Half an hour later, Schiller, who was standing in the hospital lobby with his suitcase, picked up the phone from the public phone and said to the other end:

"Yes, that's right, it's me...Yes, ma'am, I'm calling to confirm. As of today, my annual leave is already halfway over, right?"

"What nonsense are you talking about, Professor Rodriguez?" A sharp female voice came from the other end. She was the head of Gotham University's Administrative Affairs Office. She said, "Didn't you leave on April 1st? ? It’s only the 14th, and your annual leave has only passed for 14 days, but there are more than 20 days!”

"Isn't my annual leave only 18 days?"

"Oh my god, professor, what kind of memory do you have? Didn't I tell you when you were leaving? For a professor like you, the standard annual leave is 36 days a year. You have taken 14 days now, and you have 22 days left. God, you have to remember..."

"Of course, madam, of course I remember, Gotham University's fine tradition, no one can make an exception... I will bring you specialties, good night."

He picked up his luggage, walked out of the door, put the luggage in the trunk, walked into the cab, sat down, started the car, and stepped on the accelerator. A series of actions were done in one go. Schiller held the steering wheel with one hand and twisted the radio button with the other.

The exciting road rock sounds, a red sun slowly sets at the end of the desolate land, and on a straight road, the Ford car speeds towards the end of the dusk.

Watching the car slowly running towards the sunset, Constantine, who was leaning against the railing on the hospital rooftop, exhaled a puff of smoke, turned to Bruce next to him and said:

"You have to believe that Schiller is really a good person."

Constantine turned his head, looked at Bruce and asked: "If there was a great being close to God who promised you that he could fulfill one of your wishes, what would you choose?"

Bruce's lips moved, but in the end, he remained silent and did not answer.

Constantine turned his head back, looking at the car that had disappeared on the horizon, and the sunset that still looked extremely desolate and lonely. He put out the cigarette in his hand, exhaled the last puff of smoke, and said:

"Schiller chose 36 days of annual leave."