The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 2556: Xiao Xiao Down (Forty)
Shivana fell to the ground, twitching and covering his eyes. Blood began to flow from his eye sockets. He scratched his eyelids with his hands, leaving tiny scars.

In the spiritual vision, something in his eyes began to respond to the evil power, and seemed to be eager to burst out, while Shivana desperately used his hands to block the power that wanted to escape.

But just like the principle of dilution, energy with high concentration will eventually diffuse to energy with low concentration. The seven deadly sins that react to the stimulation are not satisfied with staying in the same energy core, and begin to extend their tentacles to the outside world.

Shivana heard a very light bang, and in his extremely blurry vision, he looked up and saw a black object appear in front of him, and behind it was the tip of Schiller's shoe.

That is an umbrella.

The moment he saw the umbrella, Shivana calmed down, but it was not that he didn't want to move, but that he couldn't move. The extremely complex yet very clear text on the umbrella attracted all his attention.

The moment his eyes fell on the umbrella, the power of the seven deadly sins in his eyes could no longer be contained, and they poured out and rushed towards the umbrella.

One after another, the evil shadows cheered and ran towards the umbrella, as happy as if they had found a new home. Shivana kept screaming and reaching out in that direction, trying to recover the lost power, but unfortunately it was in vain.

The vision on Shivana's side gradually blurred and darkened, and he knew that he had lost an eye forever, and also lost the power to make those who damned him say he was unworthy pay the price.

But it seemed as if someone heard his thoughts.

"You have never been the master of power, but only a slave of power. Will people look upon a slave with new eyes?"

Like the devil's whisper.

"Of course they won't. They will only stand on their righteous side and say that you are extremely evil, because in their opinion, 'not fighting' is the greatest justice."

"You cannot have desires, you cannot think about climbing. Only by staying where you are and waiting for others to bestow upon you can you show that you are born noble and different. Otherwise, it is all evil that is robbing you of what you do not deserve."

"Why..." Xivana said through gritted teeth.

"They have the final say." A low laugh was heard, and the voice continued, "Those forces that you cannot control can only destroy you, and let them stand on your corpse and proudly say that you deserved it."

"I'm going to kill them..."

"But you can't make them admit their mistakes. Before they die, they will still feel that they were murdered by evil people, and you will get retribution one day."

Shivana was silent, he knew that things would develop like this. He knew that the person who said he was never worthy would not think he was wrong before he died. He would only denounce him for being blinded by evil and would eventually be punished.

But why?

They were the source of his tragedy. In order to reverse the tragedy, he made unimaginable efforts, but he was still unable to get rid of the nightmare of that day. He just wanted everyone to know that no one is born unworthy.

Shivana heard a noisy sound, as if a lot of people rushed in. He heard some people arguing and a fierce quarrel broke out, and finally everything returned to calm.

When he woke up again, he saw the white ceiling of the hospital. A group of people surrounded him, looking at him with worried eyes. The most eye-catching one was a gaze from gray eyes.

Schiller sat by his bed.

But the first person to speak was not the professor, but another acquaintance of Shivana, Mayor Roy.

"Thedis, what happened to you? You said earlier that there was something wrong with your eyes, but you didn't go to the hospital right away. Is it okay now?"

Someone pulled Roy from behind, and Roy curled his lips in dissatisfaction and said, "But even so, it's not the reason why that damn guy hurt you. I will definitely make him pay."

Roy, who came from the gangster era, still speaks and acts in a gangster style, more like a gangster boss than anyone else. He doesn't fit in among a group of well-mannered professors and students.

Yes, Sivana looked around and realized that the people surrounding him and looking at him worriedly were all teachers and students from Gotham University.

He said reflexively, "I'm sorry to have delayed your time. The project team should be progressing smoothly, right? Could you please tell the government affairs office and ask them to call the project team we will be discussing with later and postpone the time..."

"Now that things have come to this, forget about working." Victor sighed on the other side of the bed and handed Shivana a mirror.

Shivana saw that his right eye was completely wrapped in bandages, and even half of his face was wrapped in bandages. This result was not unexpected, so he just sighed and put down the mirror.

"The doctor said that the tissue of your right eye was already in poor condition and had already become fibrotic. It also suffered a strong external impact, so the injury was very serious. They had to remove your right eye, otherwise your left eye would also be lost."

Schiller announced the result in a slightly sad tone. The more Shivana listened to his voice, the more familiar it sounded, so he stared at him with his only remaining eye.

Officer Clay was going too far. A student behind him said angrily, "Even if the serial killer is a serious matter, you can't torture him to extract a confession. Principal, you must file a complaint against him!"

"It's not as simple as a complaint." Roy snorted and said, "He violated the rules by using force to cause disability during the investigation. You will see him in court soon."

"Don't worry too much." Victor adjusted Sivana's bed and said, "Several partners in the project team are willing to postpone the negotiation time for your condition. The project will ultimately be ours."

"As for our own work, it doesn't matter if we take a little longer. You should take good care of yourself and come back to work after you recover."

"I think your staying up late to work overtime may be one of the main reasons for the deterioration of your eye condition." Schiller said, "If you continue to work overtime like this, you will lose more than just one eye."

His tone was a little strange, as if hinting at something. Sivana was a smart man, and he immediately understood and said, "There is so much to be done, so much work to be done, am I just going to watch?"

"Oh, by the way, John, you are John, right? I'd like to trouble you to run a trip for me later. There is a file in the second drawer on the left side of my desk. It is about the lack of lighting coverage in the new campus. We can't delay it, otherwise someone will fall down while walking on the street at night. Can you help me..."

"I'm busy!" The student who was called took a big step back and shook his head faster than a rattle. He said, "My girlfriend is getting married and I have to attend the wedding."

Shivana's eyes fell on a female student again, and the female student quickly shook her head and said, "I'm not free either. I have to go back to attend my father's coming-of-age ceremony."

During this time, everyone Shivana looked at was shaking their heads, some were staring at the chandelier on the ceiling, some were counting the patterns on the floor tiles, and no one dared to look him in the eye.

Although he knew that this was just a self-torture tactic to maximize his own injury benefits, Xivana still felt a little complicated and couldn't help but glance at Schiller.

"Just rest and recover." Roy patted the guardrail of the bed, with a murderous tone. He said, "I've only been away for a few days, and such a scum has appeared in the Gotham Police Department. I have to have a good talk with Gordon. Just wait."

After saying that, he stood up and left. He took out his cell phone before he even walked out of the door. The people in the room only heard the sound of him walking away.

"Hello? Harvey? Are you busy now? Please come to the city hall, I have something to consult..."

Soon the flowers and gifts brought by the students filled the bedside. In order not to disturb the principal's rest, they left quickly. In the end, only Shivana lying on the bed and Schiller sitting beside the bed were left.

Shivana was silent for a moment.

He was not thinking about what happened that day at all. He just stared blankly at a bouquet of blooming flowers that was stuffed into his arms, his eyes empty, as if he was not thinking about anything.

Until Schiller stretched out his hand and waved it in front of his eyes.

Sivana came back to his senses, looked at Schiller with his only remaining eye and asked, "What happened that day?"

"You tell me what happened when you passed out?"

Schiller also recalled that when he saw Shivana fall, the smile on his face only stayed on his face for less than a second. He sewed up the hole in his skin as quickly as possible, made a shocked expression and took two steps back.

Clay's view was blocked by the sofa at an angle, so he couldn't see what happened to the fallen Sivana, so he rushed over immediately, and saw Schiller took out his cell phone.

"What are you doing?" Clay asked, staring at him.

"What am I doing?" Schiller asked in mock shock, "Someone fainted here, of course I called an ambulance."

Clay choked and said, "No need for an ambulance, there's a police car outside, we can..."

"Do you know what disease he has? Do you know his symptoms? What would you do if he died in the police car?" Schiller narrowed his eyes and looked at Clay and said, "I can fully understand that you attacked the principal on impulse, but if you don't even let me call an ambulance, I can only suspect that you are going to kill to silence me."

"When did I..."

"Officer, please don't forget that you are also a suspect. Just based on your unusually fast response time after the principal called, I can also make up a reasonable story that you are the murderer."

"For example, a postman once had to violate regulations and enter a crime scene in order to fulfill his duties, which angered you. My neighbor, Mr. Piero, said a few words on his behalf, and he was also included in your hunting list."

"As a well-trained criminal police officer, it is much easier for you to kill people than for us. You have a stun gun, which can subdue the person as quickly as possible. You are strong and can dismember the body very quickly. You are a police officer, which is the profession that is least likely to arouse suspicion."

"So you killed the postman first and destroyed the body. Then, after killing Mr. Piero, you dismembered his body and dumped it in Principal Shivana's yard. After walking around for a while, you rushed here as quickly as possible after receiving the alarm. You wanted to know if Mr. Shivana saw any traces of you dumping the body."

"You have no evidence!" Clay roared.

"You don't either." Schiller glanced at the arm and said, "If you want to convict me based on this, then we'll see you in court. But before that, you'd better ask your boss if he's willing to sacrifice a position that has been lurking for so long and go to court with insufficient evidence after you've done this."

Clay stared at Schiller fiercely, but Schiller didn't care. The flashing lights of the ambulance shone in from the window, and the mixed cold and warm light kept flowing on the ups and downs of his face. In the last gap in the sutured human skin, he poured out his malice wantonly.

"This is your usual method of recruiting people into your gang. You fabricate cases, frame them, and trap them in a vortex where they can't prove themselves. Once they are in a desperate situation, you can use them to your advantage."

"I've seen this kind of thing once before when I was young, but you don't want to know what I did in the cases that were investigated as being bad enough to be called my stain."