Chapter 3033 The green trees are dense and the summer is long (41)
Chapter 3007 The green trees are dense and the summer is long (41)
Schiller looked at the two of them first.
This woman is wearing a very typical witch costume, with long red curly hair hanging behind her head, and a red light flashing in her eyes. The man is very short, and looks like he has dwarfism. His facial features are also very ugly, in the dim light
He even looks like a monster.
Schiller found himself imprisoned in mid-air by the power of magic. It was obviously the witch-like woman who had taken action. He was not surprised that he would be discovered, and he was even in the mood to say hello to them.
"Hello," Schiller said.
"Who are you?!" The witch frowned deeply.
"Wait, wait..." The short man seemed to have seen something. He circled around Schiller and returned to his original position. He stared at Schiller's face and said: "You are Schiller, Schiller."
Le Rodriguez?”
The witch immediately turned to look at him and said, "Do you know him?"
"Don't be so surprised. He is a celebrity, the most famous psychologist in the world...haha, an ordinary person with no talent."
"Then you see me here, it must be because I am so ordinary." Schiller also smiled and said.
The short man was like a bomb that was suddenly ignited, and he screamed.
"Ordinary people are always so blind. They only see superficial things, such as good looks and noble temperament, but in fact they can't see who is talented! They will ignore the gold underneath every ugly appearance.
soul, like the Hunchback of Notre Dame!”
"The Hunchback of Notre Dame is taller than you," Schiller said.
The short man was choked, his face turned red in just a few seconds, and he let out a duck cry as if someone had strangled his neck.
"Disgusting man." The witch suddenly became irritable. She said, "It's enough to make me sick to be in the same room with a monster like you, but now there's another one here! I'll kill you all!"
"Before that, ma'am, I want to ask you a question, what do you want with the souls of so many children?"
The witch suddenly cast her eyes on Schiller's face, then turned to look at the short man, strangled his neck with the power of magic and said: "You swear you didn't tell anyone about our plan! Then this
How the hell did the bastard know that?!”
"I don't know, maybe the police told him..."
"I guessed it myself." Schiller said: "You look down on ordinary people, but you don't really understand them. Those three idiots obviously don't have the skills to kill hundreds of children in a few years without revealing anything."
Someone must have helped them clean up the flaws in their abilities, and they didn’t use conventional means, but magic."
"Magicians never do business at a loss. If they help others, they will definitely get more from them. I think the only meaningful thing in this matter is probably the souls of the children."
"I'm not a magician, I'm a witch." The witch raised her head high and said.
"I thought witches were just a branch of magicians..."
"It's different. Forget it, why should I tell you this?"
"Don't worry! Don't worry! Circe!" the short man in mid-air shouted, "Let me read his mind! I will know how he knows our plan! Put me down first!"
"I warned you not to call my name!" the witch screamed, and the terrifying power of witchcraft filled the whole room.
Schiller seemed to feel the noise, he frowned and sighed. This attitude completely angered the witch named Circe, who pointed angrily at Schiller.
In an instant, a beam of red light shone on Schiller's body.
With a swish sound, Schiller's figure disappeared.
The short man who was imprisoned in the air suddenly shouted: "No! You are too impulsive. You can't just turn him into an animal. You should let me read his mind first!!!"
"Shut up, you damn idiot, Edgar, do you think you have the qualifications to talk to me like this?! The reason why I can barely bear to be in the same room with you is because you are not a man at all! You
Just a mutilated monster!"
The witch turned around indifferently, but just as she was about to step forward, her steps suddenly stopped.
"Did you hear something?" she whispered.
The short man named Edgar shook his head, but suddenly, he seemed to hear the sound of wind, the kind of wind that was most easily heard in the endless wilderness.
"What the hell?" Circe turned around and looked out the door.
This is a closed passage with no opening at both ends. The oxygen is maintained by magic, so there is no possibility of wind.
Suddenly, something seemed to be approaching quickly in the passage reflected by the witch's pupils.
The witch immediately raised her hand, trying to use witchcraft to stop it, but the next second, the fireplace in the room went out, and darkness swallowed everything.
Only the red light of witchcraft in the eyes of the witch Circe, like two burning will-o'-the-wisps, kept swaying in the dark night as she shouted into the air in front of her.
"Get out of here and don't pretend to be a fool here! Otherwise I will make you look good!"
Suddenly, the witch felt a huge shadow covering her, and she felt an endless chill slowly covering her back. For a moment, she felt like she was in a snowfield.
The sound of flutes, drums, flutes, and hoarse songs echoed in her ears, and a cold hand put on her shoulder, but when she turned her head, there was nothing left.
The fire in the fireplace rose again, and what happened just now seemed to be an illusion. Circe turned to look at Edgar, but Edgar was unaware and even asked her doubtfully: "What's wrong with you? Why did you stop suddenly?"
Live?"
"Okay, madam, I know it's not your fault. Don't be too angry. Put me down quickly. We still have to discuss the next countermeasures..."
"What?" Circe looked at him and said, "Don't you know why you were hung?! You..."
But she turned around and saw that the door to the room was closed, Schiller's figure was gone in the air, and even the footprints on the ground were gone.
"Where did that man go?" Circe asked.
"Man? What man?"
"You still know the man we just captured. You said his name was... what was his name... Schiller..."
"Are you serious? There is no one else here at all. We are hundreds of meters deep underground, and there are barriers you have set up around us. How could anyone break in?"
Circe turned her head and looked around in confusion. She was sure that she was definitely not hallucinating. The biting cold was still like a gangrene attached to the bones, making her break out in a cold sweat. What on earth was that?
"Madam, don't be distracted." Edgar sighed and said, "Do you have any idea? What's going on with the sudden curse? Can't you even lift it?"
"Shut up!" Circe seemed to be touched. She yelled at Edgar. Too many things happened recently that were beyond her expectation, and she had a strong ominous premonition in her heart.
"The plan remains unchanged." Circe said: "We must find the girl with the mark. The humans you control can no longer be used, so we need to replace them. Ordinary people will never be able to find me anyway."
"Okay, ma'am, then that Wonder Woman..."
"Don't worry about her, she can't find me." Circe turned her back and waved her hand and said: "She is just a poor sacrifice. The gods of Olympus will eventually get them.
She deserves her comeuppance, and so does Wonder Woman."
A series of hysterical laughter came from the office of Arkham Asylum. Brand slapped the table and laughed so hard that he couldn't stand up straight. But the person sitting opposite him was not Schiller. To be precise, it was not Schiller in human form.
Le.
There is a small black snake coiled on the white chair opposite. The snake is pure black, with slightly reflective scales. It is probably only as long as an adult's arm, but if you look carefully, you can actually see a snake rolling its eyes.
"Hahahahaha, Schiller, you have today too, hahahahahahahahaha!!!" Brand couldn't laugh any more wildly. Even if he invited a choir clown to come, he wouldn't be able to laugh at him today.
"Stop talking nonsense and change me back quickly!" The little black snake spat out the message and said: "Stop laughing, how did I know she would be so decisive?"
Brand wiped away his tears and said, "You really think everyone is going to do what you do. Some people won't reason with you."
"Hurry! Change me back!"
Brand coughed twice and said, "Don't look at me like that. This is a witchcraft curse. It's not the same system as my power. I can't come back."
Schiller looked at him with suspicion, or it was no longer suspicion, but obvious disbelief.
"What I said is true. Witchcraft is a very special power. It is the source of magical power in this universe, at least for now. If I want to forcefully interfere, I may be discovered by the source. Are you sure you want me to alert you?
?”
Schiller tried to control his new body, then tried hard to straighten the front half of his body and said, "Then how do I change back?"
"You have to let the person who gave you the beast-turning curse lift the curse... If she doesn't want to, you have to find a way to eliminate her power so that she can't maintain the connection between the curse and herself, so that the curse can be broken."
"Then what can you do? Just watch here?"
"I can still laugh..." Brand saw that Schiller was so angry that he wanted to bite him, but he waved his hand and turned around, and then said: "Wait, let me think about this..."
He turned around and took out something from somewhere, and put his hand on Schiller's face.
Those are a pair of miniature glasses.
"Snakes' eyesight is not very good. This thing can give you normal human eyesight, and you also have a snake's sense of smell, which can be regarded as an enhancement."
"I don't want this kind of reinforcement." Schiller said angrily: "You must have been here a long time ago and then stood aside to watch the fun. I really misjudged you!"
"You can't think so bad of me." Brand said sadly: "After receiving your text message, I rushed there without stopping, but who told you to choose to have an accident during the morning rush hour? I was on the road.
I was stuck in traffic for more than half an hour!"
"When I was in danger, you actually chose to drive here? I really see through you, Brand!"
The two of them argued for a while, and Schiller finally remembered the topic. He said: "Fortunately, it is not all without success. I finally know who is behind the scenes."
"Although I came late, I left not early." Brand suddenly said: "I also listened to a few words of their conversation. The red-haired witch is the one who cursed you. It seems that
Looking for a certain little girl."
Schiller frowned, but he soon felt that it was tiring to stand up like this, so he chose to lie down with his body crossed, put his chin on his body, and then said.
"Witch Circe...I think Constantine will have some impression of her. Where did you do him?"
"He has something to do. I think it's the same thing if you ask his girlfriend..."
"No." Schiller said helplessly: "She is afraid of snakes."