Schiller paused slightly at his fingertips. He looked at Brad and said, "It seems that you have investigated me, but you haven't found any problems. I personally think I'm just an unknown person, but if you think of me,
It's very important, it proves that what I'm doing is having an impact on your plan, or even a significant impact."
"I didn't do much after I came here, and it was nothing more than to shut down the city government, destroy the Chalabon family, spread the rumors of the death betting game all over the world, make most of Gotham's rich people want criminals, and let the police officers
The resignation of the bureau director made the downtown area in chaos.”
"Although it's just a small job, it does have a good effect. If this chaotic situation disturbs you, I feel sorry. But since you didn't take action to stop it in the middle, you deserve it.
.”
"If you plan to persuade me to give up something now, I can only tell you that the plan has been going on, and the accelerator is no longer under my feet. If you want to stop the car, you have to think carefully about who is now.
The person who refuels into the engine."
These words were too straightforward, and Brad had nothing to say. But Schiller did not intend to let him go, he said directly:
"You think I'm the culprit in causing chaos. If I weren't me, the city would still be able to maintain peace, right?"
"I don't want to blame you in sharp words. I just want to tell you that what you call maintaining peace is only the peace of the upper class. And the chaos I provoke is the choice of most ordinary people in this city
.”
"If you insist on standing with the rich now, then there will naturally be someone to deal with you. And if you realize that hypocritical peace is just a fig leaf of oppression, then maybe you can also use your magical little magic to go
Do something for ordinary people. They will appreciate you."
Brad put down his wine glass and said, "I am not involved in human society."
"It seems you don't plan to stop me anymore, that's just right." Schiller nodded and said, "I'm worried that you will use your magic to pull the edge. It's best if you're willing to stand by."
Brad's words were choked back by him again.
"About capsules, I can only tell you that I did deal with some existence and got something from him. I wouldn't use these things indiscriminately, but you have no position to ask me to show mercy."
"It's very dangerous." Brad said patiently, "I don't know who the person who is dealing with you is, but they must be ulterior motives. This seemingly simple but indestructible method can really make you
Achieve your goal faster, but the price you have to pay for is unimaginable, and it may be more than death.”
"Then can you save me?"
"It depends on who you are in the contract." Brad said seriously, "If I recognize you, I may be able to plead for you."
"Who do you think it is?"
"This power makes me feel strange and I can't be sure, so I invited you here. Can you show me the capsule?"
Schiller did not refuse, and took out a red wine capsule from his arms and handed it to Brad.
Brad stared at the capsule for a long time, his face getting heavier and heavier. After a while, he put the capsule on the coffee table and said, "I'm sorry, this power makes me feel very strange. I don't seem to know the power."
The master may not be able to help you."
"So that's the end of our conversation?"
"Of course not. I want to tell you not to use this power anymore, especially not to use them on ordinary people. This is not good for anyone."
Brad stood up slowly and said, "I have seen many people who claim to be dealing with the devil to save talents, but this is actually a false proposition. The devil will not help you save people, it's all just
Just a scam.”
"Which eye did you see that I was saving someone?" Schilleppo said in confusion, "Did the people who took the capsule have all their diseases gone?"
Brad opened his mouth, but said, "It's even worse to use it to kill people. The power of the devil will amplify the evil thoughts in your heart, and one day you will be unable to control it."
"So, all the people who took the capsules died?" Schiller asked again, "What about their bodies? Can I see them?"
Brad was speechless again because the person who took the capsule was indeed not dead, he was just in a coma.
Schiller looked at him from the bottom up and said, "Your preaching words are a bit old-fashioned, but I just think you are doing it for me. Is there anything else besides this?"
Brad held the wine glass and looked at him helplessly.
Schiller also stood up from the sofa, buttoned up the suit, and said, "Before you say these words to me, you should understand your position first. If you are a human, think about what you want to stand."
Who is on? If you are not, think about the reasons you are going to interfere with humanity’s own choices.”
Brad was slightly stunned. Schiller shook his head and said, "I really don't understand you. He is good at long-term discussions, but he has no core ideas. He feels that he is thinking deeply, but his hands are always faster than his brain. He seems unfathomable,
In fact, I can’t even understand the most basic problem.”
He looked up at the decoration of the room, and walked out and said, "You should apologize to the designer. I suggest you improve your thinking so that you can be worthy of a house that looks so knowledgeable. If you
If you really don’t have time, you can give me the house.”
After Schiller left, Brad stood there and pondered for a long time. Then he put down his wine glass and extinguished the flames in the fireplace. When he walked out towards the door, he did not appear in the alleys of Bourbon Street.
, but came to the door of a church.
He walked into the church. A very tall man was wearing the clothes of a cleaner and sweeping the floor with a broom. When he turned around, his eyes looked dull, like a dying person.
Brad walked over and sat on the chair in the first row of the church. The tall man put the broom aside and came over to sit down.
"Paul, do you think I'm meddling in other people's business?"
The tall man called Paul tilted his head in confusion, looked at Brad and said, "What's wrong with you? Mr. Father?"
"I just met a very strange person," Brad said. "He said I shouldn't interfere in human society. Do you think that's the case?"
"You just want to make this city more peaceful," Paul shook his head and said.
“But what if chaos is people’s own choice?”
"Then you should educate them." Paul said after thinking about it, "Isn't the priest doing this?"
"What should I teach them?" Brad leaned against his chair and stared at the huge cross in the middle of the church. "Let them be quiet, patient, and obey God's will... until they die?"
"Of course, that should be." Paul said, "If everyone could obey God, there would be no war and death. Isn't that a good thing?"
"What if someone doesn't listen?" Brad turned to Paul and said, "Have you read the news? Have you heard about the death bet? That's the evil that shocks the devil."
Paul touched his hair and said, "I have been in the hospital some time ago and I haven't heard of anything evil. But I think if someone does this, then you can educate them and keep them quiet."
Brad sighed. He looked at Paul and said, "How are you in good health? Is the chemotherapy still not effective?"
Paul showed a bleak smile and said, "Cancer is an incurable disease, and everything is just a delay. But it's good to live a few more days."
Brad suddenly thought of Schiller's actions at Oddine's company today. He asked subconsciously: "Which brand of medical equipment are you using for examinations in the hospital?"
Paul was stunned, then shook his head and said, "I don't know. I haven't gone to school much and don't understand these."
"This doesn't require school, Paul. Next time you go check it out, take a look at the label on the machine. If you can't remember the text, remember the pattern and come back and draw it for me."
"Well, I'll do my best if you need it."
Brad seemed thoughtful when he left the church. Paul looked at his back and was silent for a moment.
Soon, a new guest came to the church. A man in a suit and ties walked in. It seemed that this was not the first time he had met Paul. He just walked in and said, "I heard of you."
Your physical condition is getting worse and worse. Have you considered it?"
Paul lowered his eyes, as if thinking. The man seemed a little impatient, and said, "Only we have the ability to provide you with the best medical conditions to prolong your life. And you just need to act with those criminals. Miss it.
With this opportunity, you can only wait to die.”
Paul tightened his broom and said, "I can promise you, but I will not commit sin."
"Don't worry, not only do you not want to commit crimes, but you want to be a policeman. Well, big man, I'll pick you up at this time tomorrow to measure the size. When the uniform is customized, you will replace that damn Batman
, become Gotham's new hero."
"I don't want to be a hero, I just want to live."
After the man left, Paul stood under the cross until another figure appeared behind the cross.
A woman flipped off the cross. Paul stared at her tightly. When the hood was taken off and the face that was almost ugly corroded by chemicals appeared, Paul seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.
"They really came to me. They said they would prolong my life, and they would also provide me with uniforms and weapons to deal with Batman."
"I said I didn't lie to you." The woman's hoarse voice resounded in the church, and she said, "You are the last descendant of the Vale family. Batman stole everything from your family. Now is your best chance to take revenge.
.”
"Yes..." Paul murmured, "I will take back everything I lost."
He turned around and turned around, and his resolute face showed two completely different colors, half bright and half dark under the shadow of the towering cross.
"Sorry, God. I want to be an angel...but I'm dying." A soft whisper disappeared into another night in Gotham.
Brad, who left the church, took out his cell phone. He didn't dial any number at all and directly pressed the call button.
"Hello, it's me, the priest who invited you to visit during the day. I think what you said makes a lot of sense. Maybe we can talk about it again?"
Schiller, who was looking up the information, was roaring at the other end of the phone irritably, "Talk about it! What's there to talk about? I've said so many things during the day, it's useless?"
"No, I'm thinking about what you said..."
With a "bang", Schiller hung up the phone and couldn't help complaining: "I'm so annoying! Why can't the people here understand human words?!"
Soon, the phone rings again. After Schiller answered it, he was still Brad's voice. Schiller didn't hear anything he said, but just roared at the other end of the phone.
"I'll repeat the last time--the house is given to me!"