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 was wearing a police uniform, with a burly figure and a serious face.

The second person has a pair of big wings, blond hair, blue eyes, handsome and beautiful.

The third man was wearing a suit with a red poppy pinned to his chest.

The fourth man was wearing a long purple suit and was 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 was a thin, pale, hard-faced man 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 was not cold, his facial muscles were relaxed, but no one could relax because of this. When he started to pace slowly in the room, the heels of his leather shoes stepped on the floor, and the echo was deafening.

"I know, you may be thinking, why am I so rude to invite you to my banquet without preparing any dishes?"

Schiller suddenly stopped, 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 overflow, I feel bored, just like you hate mass-raised pigs."

"For this reason. I have to take some measures to control their number, 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, and 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 never set any traps, never lied, never resorted to deception, just not afraid to dissect the real me to anyone."

Gordon felt his heart beating violently. The pressure brought by Schiller made him almost out of breath. Schiller bent sideways slightly and looked into Gordon's eyes, saying: "They volunteered something to me, It has absolutely 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, and 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 and you want to What you want is getting farther and farther.”

Schiller turned his head suddenly 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.

Cobbot, who was sitting at the 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."

"Sciller." 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."

"Yeah, anyone who intersects with him may become a stepping stone for his growth. He will not die, but will live in pain forever. Then, when he needs it, he will continue to stand up and burn himself for his greatness. Add some color."

"No one can escape this fate, including you and your father. All your mighty power is nothing in front of his fate. Your powerful ability to turn the world around and destroy the universe may be written down at any time. For 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 wine glass approaching him, until he leaned his head on the back of the chair.

Lucifer tilted his head, 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 put down the glass, he said: "You don't have to worry, this is not my friend Lucifer The privilege of the morning star, each of you will have a share of wine-"

"...1000ml is enough."

In the dim room, there are piles of various furniture. The chair is buckled upside down on the table. The shadow of the chair legs elongated by the moonlight is like sharp claws. When it covers a person, it makes him feel like To be dragged into hell.

On 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 It lays flat on the armrest of the armchair as if being bound.

One of the arms was connected to a thick and terrifying needle tube, and the bright red blood burst out, climbed up the curved pipe, passed through the cement and steel bars of the wall, passed through the delicate faucet, and flowed into the equally delicate glass.

Lucifer withdrew his gaze, looked back at Schiller 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, this account will be charged on your head...Schiller, stop, do you really want your student to cut his chest open and let him drain his blood? Blood 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 snake-like pipes and a pair of leather shoes. , pale arms, equally pale lips.

Schiller tapped the bottom of the goblet on the table and made a "clang", and everyone heard the warning.

"It's just the beginning, my friends, and Lamb hasn't started his act yet."

Lucifer closed his eyes, and when Schiller turned and walked towards the door, he suddenly said, "Let's make a bet, if I win, you let him go, and you let go too."

Holding the cup, Schiller turned around and looked at Lucifer. An 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 said: " ...What do you want to bet on?"

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 said hoarsely.

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. Only his calm face caught the eye. No one could have imagined that divinity and evil would be on the same face, so Harmony emerges.

"You have performed very well, so I will abide by the agreement and not do anything to others." Schiller said, but Bruce did not respond, and Schiller continued: "But I hope to do a little more, otherwise, I will still put They serve it, . . . would you like it?"

"How much do you want?" Bruce asked with his head down.

"Another 1000 milliliters," Schiller replied.

Bruce's breathing rate has been slow, which is typical of a reduced heart rate, and he doesn't respond when he hears the number.

When Schiller cast his eyes on him, he couldn't see any expression on his face until his hoarse voice sounded again:

"Go ahead."

Schiller's lips twitched, he walked closer to Bruce, put his hands on the armrests of the chair Bruce was sitting on, bent down, looked down at Bruce, and said:
"If I heard you right, you asked me to drain your blood just so I wouldn't do 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, "...you want to die for those criminals?"

The blood pumping machine didn't stop, and Bruce lost more than 1000 milliliters of blood now, so his pupils had begun to dilate, but he still spoke with some difficulty:

"I don't want you to kill someone."

Bruce stared at Schiller's eyes with some slack pupils, and he found that Schiller's eyes were getting brighter and brighter, and the terrible desire in them, not only did not weaken, but became stronger and stronger, just like a person who has been hungry for an unknown period of time, Suddenly, I 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 in his arm, and said, "I suggest you believe in religion. If it wasn't for Lucifer today, You're going to be out of 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 cruel as you think, But the bad news is, he's a hundred times harder to deal with than you think..."

"Schiller made a bet with Lucifer." Gordon went on to explain, Bruce looked up at him, and 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'm a human being, not a mindless, emotionless monster. 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 went on to say:
"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."

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