Chapter 1172 Professor (End) (Additional update on birthday)
The cold moonlight spilled into the room through the intact windows.
In the room with red wooden floors and green wall lamps, the desk, single sofa and other furniture disappeared, replaced by a long table with a dark green table runner on the table.
The figures sitting on both sides of the table looked a little strange.
The first man was wearing a police uniform, with a tall build and a serious face.
The second man has a pair of big wings, blond hair and blue eyes, handsome and beautiful.
The third man was wearing a suit and had a red poppy on his chest.
The fourth person was wearing a long purple suit and was smiling even without making any expression.
The fifth man was wearing a woolen windbreaker and a beret, looking like a British gentleman, but he looked embarrassed.
The sixth man is thin and small, with a pale face, a cold expression, and an annoying aquiline nose.
The person standing at the head of the table was wearing a dark green suit and a red tie, and was holding an empty goblet in his hand.
Schiller's expression could not be said to be cold, and his facial muscles were very relaxed, but no one could relax because of this. When he began to pace slowly in the room, the heels of his leather shoes stepped on the floor, and the echo was deafening.
"I know, you may be thinking, why am I so rude and invite you to my banquet without preparing any dishes?"
Schiller suddenly stopped and turned to look at the table and the people on both sides of the table. He gently turned the goblet in his hand and said in a deep voice:
"I know that there are many of my kind in this world, but once they start to overrun, I will feel bored, just like you hate large-scale breeding of pigs."
"For this reason, I had to take some measures to control their numbers, but it was a very boring process. I hope someone can do it for me... Batman would be a good candidate."
Schiller stopped in front of the long table, gently put down the goblet in his hand and said: Before contacting him in person, I only thought he would be a good knife, but now. I have changed my view, so
, there is no need for those delicacies that should have appeared in front of you again."
Gordon, who was sitting on the left, turned to look at Schiller. He stared at Schiller's face and asked: "...What did you do to Bruce?"
Schiller looked at him and shook his head slightly, saying: "Detective, I am not a killer. I never kill anyone. I am not a sadist. I have no interest in torturing anyone."
"I never ask anyone to pay anything for me. All the pilgrims to me are my humble, pitiful, but very devout believers, a group of lost lambs."
Schiller gently opened his hands and said: "I have never set any traps, told no lies, or used deceptive methods. I am just not afraid to analyze the real me to anyone."
Gordon felt his heart beating violently, and the pressure brought by Schiller made him almost breathless. Schiller leaned slightly and looked into Gordon's eyes, saying: "They voluntarily offered something to me.
It has nothing to do with me at all.”
Gordon slowly closed his eyes and grasped the armrest with his fingers, while another figure sitting on the right side of the long table suddenly turned his head and looked at the door leading to the lounge in the corner of the office.
The tail ends of his huge white wings trembled. Lucifer put one hand on the table, looked at Schiller, and said seriously: "Don't do that. Schiller, you know that this will make you think about it."
The things you want are getting further and further away.”
Schiller suddenly turned his head and stared into Lucifer's eyes. He reached out and picked up the goblet on the table. He glanced at Lucifer and then turned around and walked towards the wall where the door of the lounge was.
I don't know when there was a faucet there, like the kind installed on a wine barrel. It is exquisite, slender, and reflects the luster of metal.
The glass goblet was stretched under the faucet, and one hand gently opened the valve. When the red liquid fell into the cup, everyone at the table had different expressions.
Cobot, who was sitting at the end, moved his nose slightly and kept squinting his eyes. Jack, who seemed to be asleep, suddenly woke up and became a little excited.
Alberto's face was expressionless, Thomas Constantine was a little confused, and Lucifer frowned deeply, turning his head to look at the door of the lounge from time to time.
Schiller came back with a small cup of liquid. He came to Lucifer's side, bent down, and brought the cup to his mouth.
Lucifer raised his eyes and looked at him. Schiller raised the corner of his mouth slightly, bent down lower, and said close to his ear: "You and I both understand that he is special."
"Schiller." Lucifer called Schiller's name seriously and said to him with a serious face: "If you do this, you will never have the freedom you want."
"Yes, anyone who interacts with him may become a stepping stone for his growth. He will not die, but will only live in pain forever. Then when he needs it, he will continue to stand up and burn himself for his greatness.
It adds a bit of color.”
"No one can escape this fate, including you and your father. All your powerful powers are not worth mentioning in front of his fate. Your powerful ability to turn things around and create and destroy the universe may be written down at any time.
For a few words, lost forever."
Schiller tilted his head, stared into Lucifer's eyes from the front and said: "You feel deeply afraid of this, but now, you have a chance to prove your arrogance..."
Schiller handed the goblet a little further until it touched Lucifer's lips, and Lucifer kept leaning back to avoid the wine glass approaching him, until he leaned his head on the back of the chair.
Lucifer tilted his head, looked up at Schiller and said, "You really look like a person I know...a snake."
Schiller slowly straightened up, lowered his eyes, glanced at Lucifer, then walked away with the wine glass and returned to the main seat. After putting the wine glass down, he said: "You don't have to worry, this is not my friend Lucifer."
·The privilege of the morning star, each of you will get a glass of wine——"
"...1000ml is enough."
The dark room was filled with all kinds of furniture. The chairs were turned upside down and buckled on the table. The shadows of the chair legs stretched by the moonlight were like sharp claws. When they enveloped a person, it made him feel like
It's like being dragged into hell.
There was a single sofa on the wall near the door. The figure sitting on it had his head lowered. The strands of hair on his forehead blocked his pale face. There was nothing restraining him, but his hands.
As if being tied up, he lay flat on the armrest of the single sofa.
One of the arms was connected to a terrifyingly thick needle, and bright red blood burst out, climbing up the curved pipe, passing through the cement and steel bars of the wall, passing through the delicate faucet, and flowing into the equally delicate glass.
Lucifer withdrew his gaze, looked at Schiller again and said, "This is all your plan...you want to take revenge on us."
"But no matter how much pressure you use to force Batman to mutilate himself, the debt will be on your head... Schiller, stop it, do you really want your student to cut open his chest and let him bleed out?
Die with blood?”
Gordon stood up suddenly and looked at the door of the lounge with shocked eyes. Although he did not have the ability to see through, he had already seen the pile of snake-like tubes and a pair of leather shoes.
, pale arms, equally pale lips.
Schiller tapped the bottom of the goblet on the table, making a "clang" sound, and everyone heard the warning in it.
"This is just the beginning, friends, the Lamb hasn't started his show yet."
Lucifer closed his eyes, and when Schiller turned towards the door, he suddenly said: "Let's make a bet. If I win, you will let him go and let yourself go."
Schiller, who was holding the cup, turned around and looked at Lucifer. An anxious atmosphere spread in the room. Everyone seemed to be listening to the trial. After more than ten seconds of silence, Schiller said: "
…What do you want to bet on?”
With a "squeak" sound, the sound of the door being pushed open was extremely clear in the dark room, like a prelude to a sentence being pronounced.
The person who walked in did not turn on the light, but to Bruce's ears, the footsteps were as heavy as thunder. The pale Bruce looked up and saw Schiller's face in the darkness.
"How does it taste?" Bruce's hoarse voice said.
Schiller stood in the darkness and looked at him quietly. After being silent for a while, he said: "...It's quite good. Thank you for the hospitality."
"……My pleasure."
When Schiller stood still in the darkness, it seemed as if his whole body was submerged in the endless darkness. The only thing that caught the eye was his calm face. No one could have imagined that divinity and evil would be on the same face, so
The emergence of harmony.
"You performed very well, so I will abide by the agreement and not attack others." Schiller said, but Bruce did not respond. Schiller continued: "But I hope to do it a little more, otherwise, I will still
They bring it to the table...are you willing?"
"How much do you want?" Bruce lowered his head and asked.
"Another 1,000 milliliters," Schiller replied.
Bruce's breathing rate has been very slow, which is a typical manifestation of a reduced heart rate, and he has no reaction when he hears this number.
When Schiller looked at him, he couldn't see any expression on his face, until his hoarse voice sounded again:
"Let's do it."
Schiller's lips twitched. He walked closer to Bruce, placed his hands on the armrests of the chair where Bruce was sitting, leaned down, looked at Bruce condescendingly, and said:
"If I heard correctly, you asked me to drain your blood in order to prevent me from attacking those serial killers?"
Schiller straightened up slightly, then stretched out his hand, grabbed Bruce's neck, forced him to look up, then looked into his eyes and said: "...are you going to die for those criminals?"
The blood-drawing machine did not stop. Bruce had now lost more than 1,000 ml of blood, so his pupils had begun to dilate, but he still said with some effort:
"I don't want you to kill anyone."
Bruce stared at Schiller's eyes with some dilated pupils. He found that Schiller's eyes were getting brighter and brighter. The terrible desire in them not only did not weaken, but became stronger and stronger, like a person who has been hungry for an unknown period of time.
Suddenly I saw a piece of meat that was fat and thin, cooked just right.
The next second, the lights in the room came on. Schiller maintained his original posture, let go of his hand, threw Bruce's face to the side, and then straightened up.
The figure of Lucifer with wings spread appeared at the door. Schiller turned around and waved his hand as if he was a little bored.
Lucifer snapped his fingers, and all the blood flowed back into Bruce's body. Gordon walked quickly to Batman, pulled out the needle on his arm, and said: "I suggest you become religious. If it weren't for Lucifer today,
You will be in bad luck."
Bruce's head was still a little dizzy, so he couldn't see clearly Schiller and Lucifer who came to the window. He focused his eyes on Gordon's face and asked: "What's going on?"
Gordon glanced back at Schiller, but seemed to dare not keep his eyes on him for too long, so he quickly turned his eyes back, looked at Bruce and said: "The good news is, he is not as cruel as you think.
But the bad news is that he is a hundred times harder to deal with than you think..."
"Schiller made a bet with Lucifer." Gordon then explained. Bruce looked up at him. Gordon sighed softly and said:
"Bet you sacrifice yourself for whom."
Bruce held on to the armrests of the chair. The feeling of weakness was still fresh in his memory. He put one hand on the chair, lowered his head, and said slowly:
"I am a human being, not a monster without consciousness or emotion. I know who paid for me and how it changed me."
"In my life, there have been too many dilemmas. No matter what I choose, someone will always have to sacrifice."
"And the scene I dreamed of but couldn't get is just like today. I am on one side of the scale. The only thing I have is the power to choose to sacrifice myself without having to bear guilt."
"But if he lets me choose who will be lifted up due to my fall..."
Bruce drew a long note, which made his ending sound like a sigh.
He looked at Schiller who was standing in front of the window. He was still peaceful and calm, as if he was incompatible with anything in this world. Bruce continued:
"Of course, it will be this professor who has never given up on saving me at any time and made me feel that I can rely on..."