Chapter 1930 U transcends major events (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 word "black shirt" was written under the first hunter.
"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 wrote "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.
Partly, that's 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 a minimum of gray food.
napkin to ensure that the soup does not drip on your clothes."
When it came to the last abuse, Schiller's pen paused for an extra long time, as if he was remembering 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 last introduction about abuse was the briefest, but Schiller's tone and some of the things he hinted at made Beibei 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 protagonist of the film."
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 his 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, and 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. The huge wall painting depicted 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 from the gills.
, indicating that it is still alive.
After scraping off the scales, cutting open the abdominal cavity, and groping for the muscles and bones, blood spurted out and stained along the cuffs, leaving flower-like blood spots on the front.
A strong sense of hunger came over me, and the light in my field of vision began to waver continuously.
The shrill sirens were getting closer and closer, yet further and further away, 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. Schiller, whose stamens were covered in bright red, was lying on the ground with his limbs stretched out, with only newborn joy on his young face.
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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.
Beibao couldn't listen to it at all.
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.
He didn't say anything to Schiller who raised his head, but went straight to the bathroom. After walking in, he didn't enter the toilet cubicle. Instead, he retched twice while suppressing his voice as much as possible, turned on the faucet and rinsed his face.
Beibei straightened up, wiped his face in the mirror, and combed back the wet hair on his forehead.
The overhead light flashed.
Beibat's image in the mirror suddenly changed. He saw Schiller again, but not that young face.
He had white sideburns, no glasses, his gray eyes were very unfocused, and he was looking at Bei Bat with a smile.
Beibao blinked and he disappeared again.
Just as Beibao was about to open his mouth to ask, the faucet suddenly started moving.
With a "squeak" sound, the faucet switch was turned on, water flowed out, covering up the voice of the voice, and Schiller appeared in the mirror again.
This time Beibao saw clearly that he was wearing a dark blue suit and a dark orange tie tied with a double Windsor knot. He looked solemn and gorgeous.
"Everything you see really happened."
His voice seemed to ring in Beibao's ears, causing him to turn his head, but there was nothing there.
"who are you?"
"Who the hell is Schiller?"
Beibao didn't expect that he would ask such a question, and he didn't have the answer to this question at all, but he just saw it, at least part of it.
The answer was ready 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 that's not an illusion."
Beibao once again leaned on the sink and gasped. What he saw, heard, and touched in that vision was too real.
The bright lights of the party, the noisy voices, the prey's gasping and weak struggles after being injured, and the warmth of the blood...
"Why?" Beiba asked angrily: "Are you just enjoying all this?!"
"They are my enemies, but I do enjoy it."
Beibao slowly closed his eyes, and his hands on the sink began to tremble a little. To him, this was the real ghost story - there was a group of people in this world who felt angry for killing their own kind.
Enjoyment and joy from the heart, they are natural criminals and natural killers.
"Who the hell is Schiller?"
The overhead light flashed a few more times, and the deep voice appeared in Beibai's ears again.
The lights flashed again, and the extraordinarily tall figure 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 sunk in the eye sockets looked particularly dark under the illumination of the overhead light.
"Who is Schiller?" he murmured to himself.
This time, he saw the figure of Schiller in a gorgeous suit appearing behind him in the mirror.
Schiller stretched out a hand and put it on his shoulder. Although Beiba didn't feel any touch, he still felt an indescribable weight that almost crushed him.
"Answer me, Batman, who is Schiller?"
"He is..." Beibao's eyes began to flicker with the lights above his head, and he gasped in a low voice. In the end, only a deep sound 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, he may be here soon."
She lowered her head and glanced at the wound on her arm. It was scratched when the window at the end of the corridor burst open when they came up from the stairwell about a few minutes ago.
At that time, they did not realize the seriousness of the problem. They only thought it was a ghost, until they saw Schiller's shadow on the glass again, and at the same time, the blood flowing out of Natasha disappeared.
What's even more frightening is that the wound, which was not deep at first, is getting deeper and deeper, and more and more blood is flowing, but not a drop of it has fallen to the ground, and it has all disappeared out of thin air.
The coagulation function of platelets seems to have suddenly stopped working. The blood shows no signs of coagulation, but keeps flowing out and then disappearing into the air.
Until Natasha saw from the ward window in the corridor, Schiller, wearing a gray scarf around his neck, was constantly tearing open the wounds on Natasha's arm with his hands, and all the blood disappeared on his fingertips.
Batman and Natasha then realized that Schiller was not wandering aimlessly. They were just lucky enough not to encounter Schiller who would target them.
The two of them ran all the way and finally found the bandage in the preparation room ahead. They ran all the way to the bathroom before getting rid of Schiller who was following them. They were preparing to bandage the wound.
Just when Batman finished cleaning the wound and was about to put a bandage on it, the lights above their heads suddenly flashed twice.
A figure appeared in the sink mirror.
Natasha opened her eyes wide, because she was very familiar with this figure. Schiller in the mirror was wearing a turtleneck sweater, with half-long hair tied behind her head. At this time, she was staring at Natasha with a half-smile.