OBS Chapter 3332 Bloody New City (81)
Chapter 3332 Bloody New City (81)
Chapter 3332 Bloodshed in New City (Eighty-one)
Outside the house was a dark and deep city, with the light of police sirens flowing between the cold buildings. However, the living room separated by a wall was bright and warm, and the fire from the fireplace dispelled the dampness from the rainy night on Schiller's body.
When he walked in, the man saw that there was someone following him. Judging from her figure, she seemed to be a woman, but she was wrapped up so tightly that her face could not be seen at all. The firelight flowed along the cloth, and the slightly exposed skin on her hands had terrible scars.
This scared the owner of the house, but Schiller didn't seem to care at all and said, "She is my assistant. In this line of work, there are bound to be some accidents."
The man frowned, but still stepped aside to let the figure behind him in. He forced a smile and said, "Yes, sir. I heard that you protected the York family of three and saved the deputy mayor's sister. I just want to protect my family."
"Of course, of course." Schiller kept nodding, put the tool box next to him, walked to the sofa and sat down, then said: "This is what I came here to do, so you don't have to be so nervous. The angel of death will not invade your house today, and even if he comes, I will let him leave."
This repeated comforting did have a certain effect. The man's tense muscles relaxed a little, but he did not sit down, but just walked to the side of the kitchen island.
"It was such a nightmare, I almost forgot what it was like outside. Fortunately, my house was safe enough to withstand the bomb. But if there were demons, it would be another matter."
The man turned and looked at Schiller and said, "Do you think this demon thing is real?"
"So you don't believe in the existence of demons. Then why did you invite me over?"
"I have absolutely no intention of questioning your opinion, sir. But after all, I have not seen it with my own eyes..."
"Then you can wait until the day you see it with your own eyes." Schiller stood up again, picked up his toolbox, and said, "I have many appointments, so I'll take my leave now."
"Wait." The man hurriedly stopped him and said, "That's not what I meant. I asked you to come here to perform an exorcism, but I want to know if this ritual can protect me and my family."
"Again, if you don't believe it, why did you ask me to come here?" Schiller shook his head and said, "If you have a better way, then use it. I don't have time to waste with you."
The man took a few quick steps, stood in front of Schiller, and said, "Well, Mr. Schiller, it's my fault. I shouldn't have questioned you. What I want to ask is, can we only exorcise demons?"
"if not?"
"I mean, can't we just...can't we just kill him outright?"
"You mean the Angel of Death? Of course, if you blow up half of Gotham with missiles, that would kill him."
"Isn't there a quieter way? Like finding a sniper? Would he be afraid of bullets?"
Schiller shook his head and said, "I understand that you don't believe in the existence of supernatural powers unless you see it with your own eyes. But the fact is that you are not the only one who can afford a sniper, and the Angel of Death is still alive and well."
The man seemed to have finally given up hope. He walked to the sofa and sat down, then asked, "How long will the exorcism last?"
"Seven days at most," Schiller said, "and it only works once. A second time might not be enough to deter him."
Hearing that the time was so short, the man became even more frightened. He grabbed the armrest of the sofa and said, "I can pay more."
"This is not about money, sir. The demon behind the Angel of Death is of high status, otherwise he wouldn't be so arrogant. It's already great that we can hold him back for such a long time."
"Are we doomed?"
"No. Demons are usually very picky and won't just randomly possess someone. As long as you can find a way to kill the possessed person, he may choose to return to hell."
"You mean we can get rid of the devil by killing the angel of death?! But we can't kill him if we can't deal with the devil!"
"That's not my concern, Mr. Rich and Powerful. Now let's talk about the price."
Schiller sat down again and pulled a contract from his toolbox. He said, "Time is of the essence. I'm not going to beat around the bush. You have an office building over there on Bourbon Street, right?"
"That's right. It was bombed into ruins, but after it was rebuilt, some people thought it was unsafe, so I bought it at a low price and used it as the headquarters of my branch. Do you like this building?"
"Yes. Bourbon Street is full of drug-addled lunatics. I can make some noise there without causing any chaos. It's a good hiding place."
The price of a building for an exorcism sounded a bit high, but this made the man feel relieved. However, due to his businessman nature, he still started to bargain with Schiller. Schiller was also very considerate and promised to rent the building to him at a low price for office use after obtaining the ownership of the building, saving the trouble of moving.
The two parties signed the contract, and after the transaction was completed, Schiller began to prepare for the exorcism ceremony.
He required the men to vacate the house and not allow anyone to be present except the owner of the house and the exorcist.
The man hurriedly sent his family to another house and told them not to go out. He then returned to this house to participate in the exorcism ceremony.
When he returned, Schiller had prepared the props. The living room was brightly lit by the light of countless candles, and on the ceremonial table in the middle were all kinds of strange props, including porcelain fragments, feathers, and various statues.
This type of mysterious scene actually made the man feel safer. He walked to the ritual table, and Schiller took out a knife and said, "Cut your fingertips and drip the blood here. Then I will light the spices, and you will feel a little dizzy and have difficulty breathing, which is normal. When you wake up, the ritual is complete."
The man picked up the knife and grimaced as he cut his finger. But thinking that he could get rid of this anxious life, even if it was only for a few days, he still cut along the tip of his finger.
Blood flowed out, and a puff of smoke suddenly rose from the ceremony table. The man was stunned for a moment, and just as he was about to say something, Schiller ignited the incense with the lit straw roll in his hand.
The smell of spices was very strong, mixed with sweet and bitter, and with a faint fragrance. The man was soon intoxicated by the aroma.
"boom!"
The man's legs went limp and he fell down, losing consciousness. Schiller walked over and lifted his body up, while Maria the Clown, who was following behind him, walked over to the side and opened the garage door.
The man had a long nightmare. In the dream, he turned into a rat chased by a snake, moving continuously in the sewer, eating the disgusting rotten meat, and then he himself became rotten.
Gradually, he regained consciousness and a glimmer of light began to appear before his eyes. He blinked hard and instantly felt the heat of the crowd rising around him. All kinds of whispers gave him a splitting headache.
"Haha, David, I knew you would come too."
The man called David opened his eyes hard, and a little pain from his fingertips finally made him wake up.
"What's going on? Am I not performing an exorcism ritual?" He sat up, covering his head, and said in a daze.
"You've been deceived." The familiar voice sounded in his ears. David turned his head and saw a familiar face.
"Mr. Deputy Mayor, why are you here?"
Only then did he have time to take in his surroundings. He looked around and was so shocked that he couldn't speak, because the people he was surrounded by were all familiar faces. They had appeared together on the golf course or the horse farm, and had fought all night at the negotiation table.
These people are all elites who belong to the same wealthy class as him.
But they were not in David's manor now. David opened his eyes and looked carefully, only to find that they were all locked in a cell, and the style of the floor and walls was very similar to Arkham Asylum.
"Who are you suppressing?" asked the white-haired deputy mayor.
"what?"
"Who did you bet on in the death bet? It should be Bane, right?"
It took David a long time to come back to his senses. He seemed to understand something, and he looked at these people and said, "You also bet on Bane?"
"I'm afraid so. There are too many people pressing on him, so we are crowded together now. You can see that the cell opposite is much more spacious."
David looked up and found that, as the deputy mayor said, there were only two people in the cell opposite, and there was a small plant on the sign at the door of the cell. David immediately guessed that this was the room of the people who bet on Poison Ivy.
But he still didn't understand why things turned out like this. He just showed a puzzled expression, and the deputy mayor snorted and said:
"Don't you understand? Schiller is a liar, and the most dangerous and insane criminal. All this is a trap set by him!"
The deputy mayor reached out and took something from the side. David looked closely and found that it was the trap booklet that he had sent to them before.
Then he understood what the deputy mayor meant. The death gambling scandal was exposed, which eventually led them into the abyss. The initiator of this gambling was Schiller. Only he had the reason and ability to expose this booklet. All of this was his trap.
But it was too late to realize this now. And it seemed that he didn't just want to ruin their reputation, but to squeeze out the last bit of their value and use their lives in a truly exciting and bloody death gamble.
The chaos in the upper city continued, but the GTO team led by Nightwing keenly sensed that something was wrong.
"Someone has called the police again, their family member is missing." A uniformed team member came over and said.
"What did Batgirl say?"
"So many surveillance cameras were damaged that the surveillance footage was incomplete. She also didn't know which street the person disappeared from. Could it be the Angel of Death who did it?"
"Impossible. The Angel of Death is fond of fire and explosions. Wherever he is, there must be a blaze. It is impossible for him to let someone disappear so quietly."
"Nightwing, you have to see this." Batgirl came over and handed Nightwing a cell phone on which a surveillance video was playing.
A tightly wrapped woman was looking down and fiddling with something in the trunk. A shoe could be seen at the edge of the blind spot of the surveillance camera, and it was clear that there was a living person in the trunk.
Nightwing stared closely at the scar on the back of the woman's exposed hand that was corroded by chemicals.
"Maria the Clown..." he whispered, "I knew she wouldn't stay quiet for so long. But why did she kidnap these rich people?"
"I guess she prepared a surprise game." Batgirl sighed and said, "She knows Batman is not dead, and she wants to lure Batman out in this way."
There were so many typos yesterday because the author was outside, typing in an Internet cafe, but he didn't know how to type on the keyboard very well, and the cursor was always selected incorrectly, resulting in inserting words in the wrong place. I'm home now.
(There may still be some errors because I was busy with proofreading recently. If you see any, just use the error correction function to correct them.)