The screams coming from downstairs made Batman and Natasha in the room tremble at the same time.
About a few minutes ago, Batman used his own blood to lure away Gluttony. Natasha came to the emergency blood bank, found the blood bag, and spilled all the blood at the stairs of this floor.
Gluttony was indeed attracted, and the two of them were able to take a breather. After a brief discussion, they decided to continue going up.
Batman explained it this way, "Although upstairs may be more dangerous, obviously hesitating or going up and down stairs repeatedly is the most dangerous, because that may repeatedly arouse Schiller's alert."
"And based on my understanding of Schiller, if this game is not completely chaotic, but has rules to follow, then its difficulty must be unimaginably high. If we stay in one place for a long time, it is very likely that there will be
Bad things happen.”
Natasha also agreed with his judgment and added: "We can't believe everything that Schiller said before, but no one has ever guaranteed us that any rules are reliable. Although he seems to be a friend,
Fang, but what if it’s a liar?”
"So it's best for us to deduce the rules ourselves, and not trust what anyone says, even our teammate Schiller."
Batman nodded, then sighed and said, "Now that another Batman is staying with Schiller, I suspect he has been fooled."
Natasha took out the bandaging items from the medical bag she was carrying, and while bandaging Batman, she said, "How do you think Schiller will lie to him?"
"Misleading." Batman could tell the answer almost without thinking. He said: "Schiller will not tell 100% lies, nor will he tell 100% truths. He will only tell part of the truth.
But concealing some of the most important truths is enough to make another Batman pay the price in blood."
Natasha glanced at the floor, and she understood that Batman meant that the scream just now should have come from Batman.
"When I was young, I was more obsessed with thinking and persistently pursuing the truth. Once I started reasoning, it was easy to be immersed in it and forget the dangers I was facing in the real world." Batman said in a low tone: "I guess he will also make such mistakes.
, he probably found a place he thought was safe in order to deduce the truth with peace of mind, and after staying there for a long time, he was approached by a dangerous guy."
"Then we have to get out of here as soon as possible." Natasha shook her head and said, "Even if I'm not a great detective, I know that when there is more than one Schiller in a building, there is no such person in this building at all.
safe place."
"Nice to see you again." Schiller's voice rang in their ears again. Batman and Natasha turned their heads to look, and the reflection of the half-long hair appeared on the glass of the window again.
"Want to talk to me about some of my other personalities?" Schiller, who has half-long hair, said in a very relaxed tone: "One of them has already caught the prey, but I gave him a good look."
"What happened to the other Batman?" Natasha frowned.
"Don't worry, he's not dead, but he may have to suffer a little." Schiller shrugged in the reflection and said, "You'd better get out of here quickly, otherwise don't blame me for not warning you."
After bandaging Batman's wounds, Natasha's initial wound on her arm was almost healed. After she casually wrapped the bandage a few times, the two hurriedly set off.
And Schiller's voice has been surrounding their ears.
"There are four personalities worth noting. They are different, some are strong and some are weak, but at the same time they all represent primitive desires."
"Hunting represents human pursuit, art represents human aesthetic desire, gluttony represents human appetite, and torture represents human sadism."
"Wait a minute." Natasha interrupted him and said, "I can understand the first three, but the last one...normal humans shouldn't have this thing, right?"
"On the contrary, everyone has it." Schiller sighed and said: "The instinct to demand a response from others is actually the instinct of sadism. Human beings spend their entire lives seeking attention and letting others understand their desire for affection.
Needs, and using it to change other people's behavior to satisfy oneself, is essentially sadistic."
"Sounds like something a baby would do."
"It is true that babies use crying to manipulate others to meet their most basic needs, but as they grow older, this manipulation becomes more subtle, and their needs change from the most basic survival supplies to money, power and emotions.
"
"But the fact that we are happy when others change their behavior or attitude to suit our own needs is inherently sadistic."
"There is no need to discuss the essence." Batman said: "Let's talk about their action patterns."
"The law is hidden in the essence."
After the two figures disappeared at the end of the corridor, another figure stumbled into the preparation room where they had just been. Judging from the silhouette, it was Bei Bat.
In the dark preparation room, Bei Bat stretched out his hand to fumble, and when the moonlight flashed outside the window, Bei Bat's true face was revealed.
All the skin from the top of the right eye to the left mandibular angle and the left collarbone disappeared and became blood red, with blood soaking through most of his shirt.
He found the first aid kit as quickly as possible, but it was not for bandaging. Bandaging an injury of this degree was of no use.
Beibao found the disinfectant alcohol inside as quickly as possible, poured it from the top of his head along the wound, and then lit the flame with the lighter he had just found elsewhere.
"Teng", the flames ignited on Beibao's body illuminated the whole room, until the blood from biting his tongue flowed out of his mouth, and he could only utter a low whimper.
The flames burned for about tens of seconds, and Beiba immediately began to roll on the ground, taking off his shirt to suppress the flames.
He didn't pour much alcohol, so the flames were extinguished quickly. At this time, the wound where his skin was peeled off was scorched black, but the bleeding was successfully stopped.
Schiller's figure once again appeared behind Bei Bat in the reflection. Bei Bat stood there with his arms hanging down, breathing heavily, and slowly clenched his fist on one side.
"You are not as angry as you think." Schiller's voice echoed in the room: "And you are feeling panic and panic about it."
Beibao's lips trembled.
"You find that you are not angry enough at my ridiculous behavior, but the reason why you are not angry is not because I am not evil enough, but precisely because I am too evil."
"This hurts, doesn't it?" Schiller put a hand on Beiba's shoulder again, and then seemed to be touching his wound, "Just because you know how painful this is, you know that you are hallucinating.
What kind of pain did the fish you saw go through before it died?"
"Her pain that you have personally experienced has calmed your anger." Schiller put his hand on Beibao's neck and covered the wound on the side of his neck with his hand, although Beibao couldn't feel any touch.
, but he actually had the illusion that the skin there was being rewoven.
"You know that not everyone in this world is trapped in the heart of justice and cannot fight violence with violence. You have seen how I treat my enemies with the most cruel means. You also realize how cruel I am, and
It makes you feel happy.”
"I didn't." Beiba took a deep breath and denied, "I will never feel comfortable with cruelty."
"Batman, look forward and open your eyes."
Beibao unconsciously raised his head and looked forward. He heard Schiller say: "That day, you saw your parents lying there, with smoke still coming from the gunman's muzzle."
Beibao's hands began to tremble, because he really saw two more corpses in the darkness of the room, and another black figure, the one he would never forget, was holding a gun, and a ray of light came out of the muzzle.
White smoke.
Suddenly Beibat saw that the man's hat fell off, revealing his face. The last time Beibat saw this face was when he saw the news that the murderer Joe Chell was released early because he was a tainted witness.
, the anger he felt when he saw this news surged into his heart again.
But the next second, Joechel's skin began to peel off from the orbit of his right eye, as if an invisible hand was tearing his skin away, peeling it off bit by bit.
The murderer let out an unspeakable scream. His mouth opened wide and his eyes widened. His eyeballs almost rolled out of their sockets, but his skin was still torn off bit by bit until the bloody red muscles were exposed.
Beibao knew how painful it was and how terrifying it was. He saw how the blood vessels, nerves and tendons under the skin were dissolved. He saw how the blood flowed out like a waterfall and poured on the exposed nerves.
Every scratch is like a blow to the brain.
He fully and clearly understood how much it hurt.
When the uncontrollable excitement surged out of his heart, Beibao felt an unparalleled despair.
He slowly knelt on the ground, and when he lowered his head, he saw that he was holding half of Qiao Qie's face in his hand.
His clenched fists dug a hole into the blood-stained skin, but this was not enough. An almost uncontrollable excitement made him reach out and tear the skin into pieces.
Crazy tearing, kneading, smashing.
His hands were full of fragments and blood, and a cold wind blew, followed by an even stronger wind.
Suddenly, Beibao felt the dazzling light, but he had no time to look at any of the scenery in front of him. He only saw Joe Chell standing in front of him, with the rest of his face intact except for his face.
Bei Bat rushed forward like crazy, put his hand into Qiao Qie's open mouth, tore open his mouth crazily, pulled off his lower jaw, and inserted his hand into his eye socket, almost killing him.
which tore his skull.
Beibao roared angrily, hitting the cracked skull with his fist again and again, until his hands were covered with blood from the sharp bone fragments.
Until he is completely powerless and the anger disappears, leaving only sadness overflowing in his heart.
Suddenly, the wind stopped.
In the hazy vision, it was no longer the dark alley or the hospital room, but a straight aisle and rows of neat bus seats.
The scenery outside the window stopped reversing, and outside the wide-open car door, the stop sign for the fourth stop slowly appeared.
Sunlight poured in from the car window and fell on Beibao, who was kneeling on the ground.
He looked down with a confused look on his face. The body lying under him was not Joe Chell, or even a human being.
It was a purple-skinned Goblin with pointed ears and fangs. At this time, his skull was completely smashed, and the bone fragments were still stuck in Beibat's hands.
The shadow covered Beiba's vision again, and he raised his head and saw Schiller's face.
Bei Bat blinked slightly, and a hazy halo appeared in his vision. Under the sunlight, he saw that Schiller's suit turned into dark blue, and white temples appeared in a trance.
Beibao stood up unsteadily, and Schiller stretched out his arms to hug him and said: "You are not sick. This is your last knot... at least you executed him in your dream."
In the front row, Batman and Natasha woke up. They turned around and saw Batman hugging Schiller tightly, resting his chin on his shoulder, and slowly closed his eyes.
The two looked at each other and sighed in unison.