In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 1179: Professor (End)
"The Days of Being a Spiritual Mentor in Meiman"
The cold moonlight spilled into the room through the intact windows.
In the room with the red log floor and green wall lamps, the desk, single sofa and other furniture disappeared, replaced by a long table covered with a dark green table flag.
The figures sitting on both sides of the table looked a little strange.
The first man is wearing a police uniform, with a burly figure and a serious face.
The second person has a pair of big wings, is blond, handsome and beautiful.
The third man was wearing a suit with a red poppy pinned to his chest.
The fourth person is wearing a long purple suit, smiling without making any facial expressions.
The fifth person wore a woolen trench coat and a beret, dressed like a British gentleman, but looked embarrassed.
The sixth man was thin, pale, grim, with a repulsive hooked nose.
The person standing at the main seat was wearing a dark green suit and a red tie, holding an empty goblet in his hand.
Schiller's expression is not cold, his facial muscles are very relaxed, but no one can relax because of this, when he started to pace slowly in the room, the heels of his leather shoes stepped on the floor, making a sound The echoes were deafening.
"I know, you may be thinking, why am I so rude to invite you to my banquet without preparing any dishes?"
Schiller stopped suddenly, turned his head to look at the table and the people on both sides of the table, he turned his hand slightly, twisted the goblet in his hand, and said in a low voice:
"I know that there are many of my kind in this world, but once they start to flood, I feel bored, just like you hate mass-raised pigs."
"For this. I have to take some measures to control their numbers, but it is a very boring process. I hope someone can do it for me... Batman would be a good candidate. "
Schiller stopped in front of the long table, gently put down the goblet in his hand and said: ·Before meeting him personally, I only thought that he would be a good knife, but now. I have changed my view, so there is no need for those delicacies that should have appeared in front of you. "
Gordon, who was sitting on the left, turned his head to look at Schiller. He stared at Schiller's face and asked, "...what did you do to Bruce?"
Schiller looked at him, shook his head slightly, and said, "Detective, I'm not a killer, I never kill, I'm not a sadist, I'm not interested in torturing anyone."
"I never ask anyone to pay for me. All the pilgrims to me are my humble, poor, but very devout believers, a group of lost lambs."
Schiller gently opened his hands and said: "I have never set any traps, I have never told lies, I have never used deceitful means, but I am not afraid to dissect the real me to anyone."
Gordon felt his heart beating violently, and the pressure brought by Schiller made him almost out of breath. Schiller bent sideways slightly and looked into Gordon's eyes, saying, "They voluntarily offered me What, it has nothing to do with me."
Gordon slowly closed his eyes, gripped the armrest with his fingers, and another figure sitting on the right side of the long table suddenly turned his head and looked at the door leading to the lounge in the corner of the office.
The tails of his huge white wings trembled, Lucifer took one hand to the table, looked at Schiller, and said seriously: "Don't do this. Schiller, you know that this will make you It's getting farther and farther away from what you want."
Schiller suddenly turned his head and stared into Lucifer's eyes. He reached out and picked up the goblet on the table. After glancing at Lucifer, he turned and walked towards the wall where the door of the lounge was.
I don't know when there was an extra faucet, like the one installed on a wine barrel, delicate and slender, reflecting the luster of metal.
The goblet made of glass reached under the faucet, and one hand gently unscrewed the valve. When the red liquid fell into the cup, everyone at the table had different expressions.
Coppert, who was sitting at the very end, moved his nose slightly and kept squinting his eyes. Jack, who seemed to be asleep, suddenly woke up and became a little excited.
Alberto was expressionless, Thomas Constantine was a little puzzled, and Lucifer frowned deeply, turning his head to look at the door of the lounge from time to time.
Schiller came back with a small half cup of liquid. He came to Lucifer's side, bent down, and brought the cup to his mouth.
Lucifer raised his eyes to look at him, and Schiller raised the corner of his mouth slightly, bent his waist lower, and said next to his ear, "You and I both understand that he is special."
"Schiller." Lucifer called Xiller's name very seriously, and said to him with a serious face: "If you do this, then you will never have the freedom you want."
"Yes, anyone who intersects with him may become a stepping stone for his growth. He will not die, but will only live in pain forever, and then continue to stand up and burn himself when he needs it. His greatness adds to the color."
"No one can escape this fate, including you and your father. All your mighty power is nothing in front of his fate. May be written as a few words, disappear forever."
Schiller turned his head, stared into Lucifer's eyes from the front and said: "You feel deep fear for this, but now, you have a chance to prove your arrogance..."
Schiller moved the goblet a little further until it touched Lucifer's lips, and Lucifer kept leaning back, avoiding the approaching wine glass, until he leaned his head against the back of the chair superior.
Lucifer turned his head sideways, looked up at Schiller and said, "You really look like someone I know... a snake."
Schiller straightened up slowly, lowered his eyes, glanced at Lucifer, then walked with the wine glass, returned to the main seat, and after putting down the wine glass, he said: "Don't worry, everyone, this is not mine. The privilege of my friend Lucifer Morningstar, each of you will share a glass of wine—"
"... 1000ml is enough."
In the dark room, various kinds of furniture are piled up. The chair is buckled upside down on the table. When the shadow of the chair legs stretched by the moonlight is like sharp claws, when it covers a person, Make him feel like he's being dragged into hell.
Beside the wall near the door, there is a sofa for one person. The figure sitting on it hangs his head, and the strands of hair on his forehead block his pale face. Nothing restrains him, but His hands seemed to be bound, lying flat on the armrest of the single sofa.
On one of the arms, there is a thick and scary needle tube, and the bright red blood bursts out, climbs up the curved pipe, passes through the cement and steel bars of the wall, and flows into the equally delicate glass through the delicate faucet in the cup.
Lucifer looked away, looked at Schiller again and said, "This is all your plan...you want to take revenge on us."
" But no matter how much pressure you use to force Batman to kill himself, the account will be on your head...Schiller, stop, do you really want your students to cut their chests open, let He bleeds to death?"
Gordon stood up abruptly. He looked at the door of the lounge with shocked eyes. Although he did not have the ability to see through, he had already seen the pile of winding snake-like pipes. A pair of leather shoes, pale arms, and equally pale lips.
Schiller tapped the bottom of the goblet on the table and made a "clang", and everyone heard the warning.
"This is just the beginning, my friends, the Lamb hasn't started his show yet."
Lucifer closed his eyes, and when Schiller turned to walk towards the door, he suddenly said: "Let's make a bet, if I win, you let him go, and you let go too. "
Schiller, who was holding a cup, turned around and looked at Lucifer. A anxious atmosphere spread in the room, and everyone seemed to be listening to the criminal picture of the trial. After more than ten seconds of silence, Schiller opened his mouth Say: "...what do you want to bet?"
With a "squeak", the sound of the door being pushed open was very clear in the dark room, like the prelude to the sentence.
The person who walked in didn't turn on the lights, but to Bruce's ears, the footsteps were as heavy as thunder, and Bruce, who was pale, looked up and saw Schiller's face in the dark.
"How does it taste?" Bruce's hoarse voice sounded.
Schiller stood in the dark, looked at him quietly, and said after a moment of silence: "...it's pretty good, thank you for the hospitality."
"...my pleasure."
When Schiller stood still in the darkness, his whole body seemed to be submerged in the endless darkness. The only thing that caught the eye was his calm face. No one could have imagined that divinity and evil would be on the same face. On, such a harmonious appearance.
"You have performed very well, so I will abide by the agreement and not do anything to others." Schiller said, but Bruce didn't respond, and Schiller continued: "But I hope to do a little more, otherwise, I will Or will they be served on the table, ... would you like to?"
"How much do you want?" Bruce asked with his head down.
"Another 1,000 milliliters," Schiller replied.
Bruce's breathing rate has been slow, which is typical of a low heart rate, and he didn't respond when he heard the number.
When Schiller cast his eyes on him, he couldn't see any expression on his face until his hoarse voice sounded again:
"Let's do it."
Schiller's lips twitched, he walked closer to Bruce, put his hands on the armrest of the chair Bruce was sitting on, bent down, looked down at Bruce, and said:
"If I heard correctly, you asked me to drain your blood just to keep me from doing anything to those serial killers?"
Schiller straightened up slightly, then stretched out his hand, grabbed Bruce's neck, forced him to look up, then looked into his eyes and said, "...are you going to die for those criminals?"
The blood pumping machine didn't stop, and Bruce has lost more than 1000 milliliters of blood now, so his pupils have begun to dilate, but he still said with some difficulty:
"I don't want you to kill someone."
Bruce stared at Schiller's eyes with some slack pupils. He found that Schiller's eyes were getting brighter and brighter. Suddenly, he saw a piece of fat and thin meat that was cooked just right.
The next second, the lights in the room came on, Schiller kept his original posture, let go of his hand, threw Bruce's face aside, and then straightened up.
The figure of Lucifer with spread wings appeared at the door, and Schiller turned around as if he was a little bored, and shook his hand.
Lucifer snapped his fingers, and all the blood flowed back into Bruce's body. Gordon walked quickly to Batman's side, pulled out the needle on his arm, and said, "I suggest you believe in religion. Lucifer ~IndoMTL.com~ You will be in bad luck.”
Bruce's head was still a little dizzy, so he couldn't see Schiller and Lucifer who had walked to the window. He looked at Gordon's face and asked, "What's going on?"
Gordon glanced back at Schiller, but he didn't seem to dare to keep his eyes on him for too long, so he quickly turned his eyes back, looked at Bruce and said, "The good news is, he's not as good as you imagined." So cruel, but the bad news is that he is a hundred times harder to deal with than you imagined..."
"Schiller made a bet with Lucifer." Gordon continued to explain, Bruce looked up at him, Gordon sighed softly and said:
"Bet you sacrifice yourself, who is it for?"
Bruce held the armrest of the chair, the feeling of weakness is still fresh in his memory, he put one hand on the chair, lowered his head, and said slowly:
"I am a human being, not a monster without feelings and emotions. I know who paid for me and how it changed me."
"In my life, there have been too many dilemmas. No matter what I choose, someone will always sacrifice."
"And the scene that I dream of but can't get it, just like today, I am on the other side of the balance. The only thing I have is the right to choose to sacrifice myself without having to bear guilt."
"But if he lets me, choose who is on the side that lifts up because of my fall..."
Bruce draws out a long note, which makes his end sound like a sigh.
He looked at Schiller standing in front of the window, still peaceful and calm, as if incompatible with anything in this world, Bruce continued:
"Of course, it will be this...professor who never gave up saving me at any time and made me feel that I have something to rely on."