The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 3056 Mercury Notes (42)

Chapter 3056 Mercury Record (Forty-two)

At that time, Circe's soul, which had left her body again, was no longer able to leave the room. If she could not find her body for a long time, her soul would go to the realm of the dead like an ordinary person as her witchcraft power faded.

Circe was left with only one choice.

Schiller was the only living person left in the room. If Circe did not possess him, the end would be death. However, if she could possess and control Schiller, not only could she save her life, but she could also use the power of witchcraft to trap and torture him to avenge herself.

Circe didn't hesitate.

Schiller had also received her power, which was the beast curse, and now the curse on him had deteriorated severely. He was only one step away from turning back into a beast, so possession was easy for him.

But it was not until she possessed Schiller that Circe realized that this was not Schiller's flaw, but a trap.

She was trapped in Schiller's spiritual world.

Originally, Schiller was the only one troubled by the hallucinations of the huge straw maze, but now the maze has a new resident, Circe, who wants to invade Schiller's spiritual world.

What's even more terrifying is that Circe's forced invasion of the spiritual world caused Schiller's mental state to worsen.

The consequence of further lowering mental defense is that the consequences of looking directly at Nyarlathotep become more serious. The city in the sky began to collapse, and Nyarlathotep's huge shadow was looming in the sky.

Circe is also in a spiritual state at this time. The physical body, the last barrier to protect her from the pollution of the Outer Gods, does not exist for her. If she looks directly at Nyarlathotep in this situation, her soul will explode into fireworks in an instant.

Circe is on the run in a straw maze.

Schiller stood under the wooden stake that nailed the huge female corpse, quietly watching Circe's embarrassed figure. The witch's feet were deeply stuck in the blood-soaked mud. She squeezed away the wheat seedlings in front of her, staggering forward with one deep step and one shallow step.

Nothing was chasing her, only she knew what kind of horror was following her.

Suddenly, a slight noise brought Schiller back to reality. He turned around and saw that the attic door was being propped up from the bottom up.

He thought he would see the dark muzzle of Gordon's gun, but he didn't expect that the person climbing up was Edward, who was soaked all over.

The thin figure quickly climbed the last few steps of the ladder and came to the attic. Just as he was about to walk towards Schiller, he seemed to realize that he was cold all over, so he stopped, stood in front of the attic, twisted his hands together, and smiled shyly at Schiller.

"Come with me, Professor. They can't catch you."

Schiller frowned slightly.

"I knew you were a good person from the first moment I saw you, and we are very similar. I won't let them catch you. Come with me quickly." Edward stared at Schiller with his eyes that were deep in his eye sockets but seemed exceptionally clear.

"How did you find this place?"

"I understand the riddle you left behind." Edward said, "Fame, faith, and wealth are three of the four flags of life. The remaining one is power, so I guess the last flag should be in the city government office building."

Schiller turned his head back and glanced out the window. A police car was coming towards them. Apparently, Gordon and his team had also figured out this simple and easy-to-understand riddle. From the police car's perspective, the majestic and towering building they were gradually approaching was the Gotham City Hall.

Schiller's expression softened.

"I didn't expect anyone else could read it, Edward. You gave me a surprise."

Edward smiled happily. His white and neat teeth showed that he once belonged to a wealthy and happy family. He rubbed his hands again and said, "Where is the last flag, Professor?"

Schiller shook his head and said, "There is no last side, only three sides."

Edward frowned and said as if he was very dissatisfied: "It's all the fault of the police. If they hadn't chased you so closely, you would have been able to complete it."

"No, Edward, the case is complete."

Edward blinked, seemingly not understanding.

"They are all three cases," Schiller said without any context, and then said, "This is a complete set of serial murder cases."

Edward seemed to understand something again. He looked at Schiller and said, "Have you seen my work?"

"Yes, Edward, you did a good job." Schiller took the initiative to walk up to him, took out a handkerchief from his suit pocket and handed it to Edward, asking him to wipe the rain off his face.

Edward carefully took the handkerchief, wiped his cheek, and suddenly froze.

The next second, a black shadow like a python stretched out from behind his head and pressed the handkerchief tightly against his mouth and nose. Edward struggled for a few times before he passed out.

Schiller stood still, folded the handkerchief again and put it back in his pocket. He laid Edward flat on the ground and began to examine his clothes.

Schiller's spirit seemed to be bound to Circe, and when he broke free of the illusion and returned to the real world, Circe's spirit also returned.

She appeared on the glass behind Schiller and asked him, "You lunatic, he came to save you, why did you knock him out?"

"How do you know he's here to save me, not to kill me?"

Schiller fumbled around Edward's body, turned him over, and finally took out a shiny silver knife from Edward's lower back.

There were hurried footsteps downstairs.

The attic door was opened again, but it was not Gordon who came in, but Cobblepot. He took off the hood of his raincoat and said, "Edward suddenly ran out, and I chased him here. Are you okay, Professor?"

"I'm fine." Schiller stood up again and handed the knife to Cobert. Cobert seemed to realize something and squinted his eyes at Edward lying on the ground.

"There is no doubt that he is the real Edward Nygma, but he may have been affected in some way."

"Influence? Who influenced him?"

"I don't know," Schiller said. "But he made him kill his uncle and two other people."

Cobblepot immediately realized what Schiller was referring to, and he said, "Did Edward do the murder of Nygma?"

"Yes, but it was not entirely his intention. His emotions were influenced by others, and he himself realized it."

"What do you mean?"

Schiller looked at the knife in Cobert's hand and said, "A three-year-old should understand that you can't sneak attack someone with such a shiny weapon. Don't you have a knife in your kitchen that's not as shiny as this?"

Cobert understood instantly.

Then it occurred to him that the most striking element of the case was the riddle left on the wall.

"The answer is 'Ares'." Schiller said, as if he had seen what he was thinking: "This should also be a hint left by Edward."

"Ares, the God of War?" Cobert narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "Did Ares, the God of War, affect his emotions? Why did he do this?"

Schiller shook his head and did not answer the question, but it seemed that he did not know the answer, he just did not want to say it.

"Have your people arrived?" Schiller asked.

Cobert nodded and said, "They are guarding the next floor. They won't let anyone in without my permission. Professor, are those police officers here to see you?"

"I guess so." Schiller turned his head and glanced at Cersei. Cersei showed a gloating expression. Obviously, she had discovered that the police had surrounded the municipal building. If nothing unexpected happened, Schiller would definitely not be able to escape.

"Wait two minutes." Schiller looked at Cobert and said.

Cobert said nothing, just nodded and climbed down the attic ladder. He could hear some faint conversations downstairs, and then the voices became louder and louder. It seemed that there was some conflict between the two sides, and time passed by minute by minute.

Schiller still stood at the window.

Suddenly, the police began to withdraw in an orderly manner. Police cars left one after another and headed eastward. On the distant skyline, the waves continued to surge, becoming higher and higher, and finally even higher than the tall buildings in the city, as if they would submerge the city at any time.

"What's going on?" Circe also looked back out the window. She seemed to still be able to use the power of witchcraft. After feeling it for a while, she said, "Why do I feel the power of the ocean? Who is that? ... Poseidon?!"

Arthur rushed into the office and raised his voice, "Poseidon suddenly rushed into Atlantis and injured Mera and Diana. What is going on?!"

Diana's face became even more serious. She said, "We have received the news. What's more terrible is that Poseidon has created a hurricane and huge waves on the east coast of the United States. He seems to want to sink the United States to the bottom of the sea!"

Arthur's mouth was open enough to fit an egg. He looked at Diana and said, "Why is your uncle crazy?! Why did he suddenly attack Atlantis and declare war on humans?!"

Diana looked confused and lost. She said, "I don't know either. I don't know what happened in Olympus. I haven't been back for a long time."

"It looks like they're still targeting Diana." Oliver crossed his arms and said, "The God of Olympus has gone mad, so of course Diana has to deal with it, so that she can lead him back to Earth."

Arthur pulled his hair anxiously and said, "What should we do? We can't just let Poseidon flood the continent!"

Bruce looked at Diana and asked, "Can you contact the gods of Olympus from a distance?"

"Okay, but I don't know what happened to Mount Olympus. I'm not sure if contacting them now will be possible..." Diana took a deep breath and said, "Okay, I'll try to contact them. I'll go find Ares..."

At this time, Bruce suddenly remembered something and said, "Ares? Ares, the God of War?"

"Yes, he is my brother and he taught me when I was a child," said Diana.

Bruce thought of the answer to the riddle, so he said, "Is it only him you can find?"

"That's not the case, but I think he is most likely to stop the mad Poseidon. Others may not be able to defeat the sea god." Diana frowned, as if she didn't understand why Bruce asked this.

Bruce actually thought for more than ten seconds, and then he said: "Clark's worry is not unreasonable. The accident on Mount Olympus may be to lure you to Earth, so you'd better not go back now."

"And if Mount Olympus is in bad condition, if you contact them now, it might make the situation worse. It would be better for us to send someone out. After all, you don't need to know magic to stop Poseidon, as long as you can defeat him."

"Then what are you waiting for?" Arthur said anxiously, "I have to go back. Mera is injured, and the Atlanteans may be in a panic. I have to go back to take charge of the situation."

Bruce nodded and said, "Clark can exert his best ability on Mercury, so he stays. I need to cooperate with the intelligent butler to monitor the surveillance and prevent the tragedy prophecy from happening on Mercury. Oliver will manage the students..."

"Who else?"

"The Flash." Bruce said, "The Flash in our universe is very young, but he is very strong. He doesn't just rely on speed to defeat others. If you go back with him, no matter how strong Poseidon is, he won't be able to make a difference."

Thinking of Barry's amazing speed, Arthur seemed to accept this arrangement. He said, "Hurry up, let him run and take me back to Atlantis first. I will organize an army and put more pressure on Poseidon."

After Arthur and the Flash left, Diana left Bruce alone. She asked in confusion, "Why don't you let me go find Ares? Because he is the god of war, do you have a prejudice against him? But actually he..."

Bruce shook his head and said, "I suspect he is behind this."

"what?!"

"A riddle in a serial murder case, the answer points to Ares."

Happy birthday Schiller!