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 righteous little 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 of Red Robin's turbulent thoughts, which can be roughly summarized as Batman 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 have.”
"But the Robin of this world has lost this honor, and Cain has won it alone. 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 beside 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 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 you add more trouble to yourself wherever you go? 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 showed a smile and said: "Do you really think he can get Batman?" "But, Batman killed people for him!"
"That's because Batman kills people."
"How could Batman..." Red Hood looked at Schiller with incredible 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 Batman of this world kills people?”
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 there. He 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? There is absolutely no possibility of suspended animation if a knife pierces the heart."
"That's in the society of ordinary people." Schiller tapped the railing 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 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 will fall into the hands of their creditors and be tortured."
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 devil at this time, his soul will naturally belong to this devil after his death. Red Hood is still a little confused, so Schiller sighed and explained: "Bruce was stabbing Andrew to death.
The few words he read in his ear before were the contents of the contract. He reached a contract with Andrew before his death. After Andrew's death, his soul returned to Bruce's possession."
The red hood opened his mouth wide, and Schiller showed some memories, and said: "When I signed the contract with Constantine, Bruce just broke in, and he really learned quickly.
"But, but..." Redhead said 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 still couldn't help but ask: "But Bruce is also a human being. How can humans sign a contract with humans?"
"It depends on what he learned from Arrogance. I guess he either has the personality of a demon king himself, or he controls a demon king to obey his words. And this demon king was with Andrew instantly before his death.
He has reached the contract, and his soul will naturally belong to Bruce."
The Red Hood took two minutes to gradually digest this fact. Well, he thought, Batman can kill people, so why is it impossible to carry a Demon King with him?
"Wait a minute." Only then did Red Hood remember the question he had just 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 spoke eloquently: "But even if you carry a demon king with you, Constantine will not listen to the demon. His angels and demons lie together, how can you lie to him?"
Sign a contract?"
Schiller gently raised his eyes, showing an expression of reminiscence, 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 and academic issues with him, and he asked me if we 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 come and have a look inside his mind, so I went to have 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 contract rune, 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 he would not be free if he did not get rid of the body with the rune on the heart, so he attracted Cain and pretended
Being 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 and looked at the dawn light gradually appearing on the skyline through the window of the villa. He sighed softly and said: "I didn't say "I will avenge him", I always said
"I'll go 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 put him down, which is hell, I wouldn't have gone to him. Then he would have been saved by the only one who saved him for so many years, and he was willing to believe that
The Savior has been 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 abyss of pain that was burning in the flames of hell. When the pale hands stretched out, countless tortured, crying and screaming souls desperately stretched out their hands to grab the sky in search of salvation.
But it was not an angel who came, so no one could really be saved. The pale hand only grabbed a certain soul lying in the middle of the flames and let the flames burn the body but did not react at all.
Constantine was thrown to the ground heavily, 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 such 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 and then struggled to get up. After a while, he still fell to the ground. He turned his eyes to one side and asked: "Is there a cigarette, Your Majesty?"
"
"But you are a lucky lunatic." Azazel stared at Constantine coldly and said, "The reception is over."
Constantine's fingers clenched tightly, and he stared at Azazel, as if he wanted to hear a certain name from his mouth, but Azazel snorted.
"His Majesty Lucifer heard your pain, and he asked me to let you go." Constantine's hand relaxed.