OBS Chapter 3007: The Green Trees Are Thick and the Summer Is Long (41)
Chapter 3007: The Green Trees Are Thick and the Summer Is Long (41)
Chapter 3007: The Green Trees Are Thick and the Summer Is Long (Forty-one)
Schiller first looked them both over.
The woman was wearing a very typical witch costume, with long curly red hair draped behind her head and red light flashing in her eyes. The man was very short and looked like he had dwarfism. His facial features were ugly and he even looked like a monster in the dim light.
Schiller found himself trapped in mid-air by the power of magic. It was obviously the witch-like woman who did it. He was not surprised that he was discovered, and he even had 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 realized something. He circled around Schiller and returned to his original position. He stared at Schiller's face and said, "Are you Schiller, Schiller Rodriguez?"
The witch immediately turned to look at him and said, "Do you know him?"
"Don't be so surprised, he's a celebrity, the most famous psychologist in the world...haha, an ordinary person with no talent."
"Then I guess the reason you see me here is because I'm too ordinary." Schiller also smiled and said.
The short man screamed as if a bomb had suddenly ignited.
"Ordinary people are always so shortsighted. They only see superficial things, such as good looks and noble temperament, but they can't actually tell who has talent! They will ignore the golden soul beneath every ugly appearance, just 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 made a duck-like sound as if someone was strangling his neck.
"Disgusting man." The witch suddenly became angry. She said, "It's disgusting enough to be in the same room with a monster like you, and now there's another one! I will kill you all!"
"Before that, ma'am, I want to ask you a question. What do you want so many children's souls for?"
The witch suddenly cast her eyes on Schiller's face, then turned to look at the short man, strangled him by the neck with the power of magic and said, "You swear you didn't tell anyone about our plan! Then how did this damn bastard know it?!"
"I don't know. Maybe the police told him..."
"I guessed it myself." Schiller said, "You look down on ordinary people, but you have never really understood them. Those three idiots obviously don't have the ability to kill hundreds of children in a few years without revealing any flaws. Someone must have helped them clean up the mess, 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 back from them. I think the only thing that matters 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 be impatient! Don't be impatient! Circe!" The short man in the air shouted, "Let me read his mind! Then 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 terrible power of witchcraft filled the entire room.
Schiller seemed to feel the noise. He frowned and sighed. This attitude completely angered the witch named Circe, and she pointed at Schiller angrily.
In an instant, a beam of red light shone on Schiller.
With a swish, Schiller disappeared.
The short man who was trapped 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 right to talk to me like this?! The reason why I can barely stand being in the same room with you is because you are not even a man! You are just a crippled monster!"
The witch turned around indifferently, but just as she was about to step forward, her footsteps suddenly stopped.
"Did you hear anything?" she whispered.
The short man called Edgar shook his head, but suddenly, he seemed to hear the sound of the wind, the kind of wind that could be most easily heard over the endless wilderness.
"What the hell?" Cersei turned and looked out the door.
This is a closed passage with no openings at both ends. Oxygen is maintained by magic, and there is no possibility of wind.
Suddenly, in the passage illuminated by the witch's pupils, something seemed to be approaching rapidly.
The witch immediately raised her hand, trying to stop it with witchcraft, but the next second, the fireplace in the house went out, and darkness swallowed everything.
Only the red light of witchcraft in the witch Circe's eyes, like two lonely will-o'-the-wisp fires, kept shaking in the darkness, and she roared at the air in front of her.
"Get out of here and stop playing tricks in front of me! Otherwise I'll make you pay!"
Suddenly, the witch felt a huge shadow covering her. She felt endless coldness slowly covering her back. For a moment, she seemed to be in a snowy field.
The sounds of flutes, drums, and hoarse singing echoed in her ears. A cold hand rested on her shoulder, but when she turned her head, there was nothing.
The fire in the fireplace started to burn again. Everything that happened just now seemed like an illusion. Circe turned to look at Edgar, but Edgar seemed unaware. He even asked her in confusion, "What's wrong with you? Why did you stop suddenly?"
"Okay, ma'am, I know this is not your fault, so 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 are hung?! You..."
But when she turned around, she saw that the door of the room was closed, Schiller's figure was no longer in the air, and even the footprints on the ground were gone.
"Where did that man go?" Circe asked.
"Man? What man?"
"You know the man we just captured? You said his name is... something like Schiller..."
"Are you serious? There is no one else here. We are hundreds of meters underground, and there is a barrier you set up around us. How could someone break in?"
Cersei turned around and looked around in doubt. She was sure that she was not hallucinating. The biting cold was still like a thorn in her side, making her sweat. What on earth was that?
"Ma'am, don't be distracted." Edgar sighed and said, "Do you have any clue? What is the matter with the curse that suddenly appeared? Is it possible that even you can't remove it?"
"Shut up!" Circe seemed to have her secrets exposed. She yelled at Edgar. Too many things had happened recently that were beyond her expectations. 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 are no longer useful, so let's change them. Ordinary people will never be able to trace me back anyway."
"Well, ma'am, what about Wonder Woman..."
"Don't worry about her. She can't find me." Circe turned away and shook her hands and said, "She is just a poor sacrifice. The gods of Mount Olympus will eventually get their due retribution, and the same goes for 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 straighten his waist, but the person sitting opposite him was not Schiller, to be precise, not Schiller in human form.
Coiled on the white chair opposite was a small black snake. The snake was pure black, with slightly reflective scales. It was probably only as long as an adult's arm, but if you looked closely, you could actually see that the snake was rolling its eyes.
"Hahahahahahahaha, Schiller, you also have this day, hahahahahahahahaha!!!" Brand couldn't laugh any wilder. Even if he invited a clown from a choir to come today, they wouldn't be able to laugh as hard as him.
"Stop talking nonsense and change me back!" The little black snake spit out its tongue and said, "Stop laughing. How could I know that she would act so decisively?"
Brand wiped his tears and said, "Do you really think everyone will buy into your talk? Some people won't listen to 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 is not in the same system as my power. I can't change it back."
Schiller looked at him with suspicion, or rather, it was no longer suspicion, but obvious disbelief.
"I'm telling the truth. Witchcraft is a very special power. It is the source of the magical power of this universe, at least for now. If I were to interfere forcefully, the source might find out. Are you sure you want me to alert the enemy?"
Schiller tried to control his new body, then tried to straighten the front half of his body and said, "Then how do I change back?"
"You have to ask the person who cast the beast curse on you to 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 her, and then you can break the curse."
"Then what can you do? Just stand there and watch?"
"I can still laugh..." Seeing that Schiller was so angry that he wanted to bite him, Brand waved his hand and turned away, then said, "Wait, let me think about this..."
He turned around and took out something from somewhere, then put his hand on Schiller's face.
It was a miniature pair of glasses.
"Snakes' eyesight isn't very good. This thing can give you normal human vision, and you also have a snake's sense of smell, which can be considered an enhancement."
"I don't want this kind of enhancement." Schiller said unhappily, "You must have come a long time ago and stood by to watch the fun. I really misjudged you!"
"You can't think so badly of me." Brand said bitterly, "After receiving your text message, I rushed over without stopping, but who told you to get into trouble during the morning rush hour? I was stuck in traffic for more than half an hour!"
"When I was in danger, you chose to drive here? I really see through you, Brand!"
After a few arguments, Schiller finally got back to the point. He said, "Fortunately, this time it wasn't all in vain. I finally know who was behind this."
"Although I came late, I didn't leave early either." Brand suddenly said, "I also heard a few words of their conversation. The red-haired witch, who cursed you, seemed to be looking for a little girl."
Schiller frowned, but he soon felt tired of holding his body upright, so he chose to lie down with his chin resting on part of his body, and then spoke.
"Witch Circe... I think Constantine would have some impression of her. Where did you take him?"
"He has some things to do. I think it's the same if you ask his girlfriend..."
"No." Schiller said helplessly, "She is afraid of snakes."