The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 944 The Mystery of Schiller's Past
Before Constantine had time to think about what was going on with the corpse that appeared in front of him, he heard the roar of the vehicle engine from far to near, followed by the sound of the door opening, obviously someone was coming.

Constantine looked around, and found that there was a pile of waste piled up in the depths of the warehouse.

He didn't have time to think about it, so he rushed over and hid under a piece of plastic sheeting. Immediately afterwards, the dazzling light entered the warehouse from the gap raised by the rolling shutter door, making the ground as white as snow.

The blood lines spreading on the ground looked like plum blossoms blooming in winter, and Constantine's pupils shrank suddenly, because, from his point of view, there were at least seven or eight corpses lying on the warehouse floor.

The people who walked in were a man and a woman. Because of the light behind them, Constantine could not see their specific faces clearly, but they spoke English with the same British accent as Constantine. Therefore, he took the conversation between the two Hear it very clearly.

"Lola, I have already said that patient No. 1 cannot be released so early. When we brought him back, his performance exceeded all our previous test subjects. Moreover, he has high-functioning autism. , the mental state itself is unstable..."

"Don't talk about it." The woman said: "This is our joint decision, don't you also want to see the strength of patient No. 1?"

After finishing speaking, she raised her chin, turned her head towards the corpses, looked at the man and said, "Did you see it? This is him, our most successful experimental product so far, 15 years old, killed with just a knife 11 trained security guards with guns and bullets dead..."

Hearing this, Constantine frowned deeply, and he looked in another direction. There were indeed traces of bullets on the wall of the warehouse.

But judging from the blood on the ground, the bullet didn't hit anyone, and all the corpses lying on the ground died from sharp knife wounds, so the blood spattered so far.

"Patient No. 1..." Constantine whispered in his heart: "Who are they referring to? If this is Schiller's memory space, could it be Schiller?"

At this moment, the woman named Laura said again: "The effect is not bad. It's a pity that the security personnel sent by the old guy to escort us have all confessed to be here, but he deserves it. He interfered with our experiments before?"

The man beside her shook his head in dissatisfaction and said, "We don't have many people to send in, and you have wasted so many people..."

"But it's worth it, isn't it?" Laura shrugged, walked to the side of the corpse and squatted down, checked the condition of the wound, and said, "What a beautiful cut, elegant, precise, and fatal."

"Okay, don't sigh, I'll call someone to get rid of all the corpses here, and then quickly send patient No. 1 to the target location, otherwise, if people here find out, it will be a little troublesome."

But Luo La snorted and said, "A country so poor, how much energy does it have to do security work? Don't worry, their attention is not on us at all. If you want me to say, it doesn't matter if you add a few more rounds of experiments."

Hearing their conversation, Constantine felt a little puzzled. He looked up at the warehouse again, then turned around and found two stickers on the wall. Of course, Constantine didn't know that this kind of thing was called a small Advertisement, but he did recognize that the words written on it were in Chinese.

"This is not England?" Constantine rolled his eyes and said in a voice that only he could hear: "These people are not British spies, are they? ... Oh, my God, what nonsense am I talking about? Will there be an orthodox British spy?"

Constantine saw that not long after, another group of people came, and the rolling gate was completely opened. They began to process the corpses on the warehouse floor. As the light of the flashlight continued to come here, Constantine thought, He has to figure out a way to get out.

He came to find the cursed soul, and he was not interested in Schiller's past, so he just wanted to get out of this place quickly.

But when he was thinking about whether to use some unconventional means to transfer, he saw that the door of the warehouse turned into a bright square, and a dark shadow suddenly appeared in the square.

Judging from his stature, he is very thin, less than 1 meters tall, and has almost no trace of exercise. Outside the warehouse, the moment the car lights flickered, the light flashed across his face. Constantine found that this was not Schiller, at least not outwardly.

But he is not a pure Asian, he looks a bit like a mixed race, and what Konstantin is most concerned about is that in a flash, he saw this boy with exactly the same gray eyes as Schiller.

Constantine, who is proficient in occultism, knows that the saying "eyes are the windows of the soul" is not just a metaphor. If there is any external manifestation of the human soul, it must be the eyes.

If Constantine met a soul in the spiritual world and wanted to find him in reality, the best way is to look at his eyes in reality. People with high spiritual sense can see the soul of people through their eyes. And Constantine belongs to the category of people with very high spiritual sense.

The moment he saw the young man's eyes, Constantine knew that he should be Schiller, but why did the Schiller in the memory space look different from the real one?
Constantine thinks that it may be due to differences in personality. He has seen patients with dissociative identity disorder who have several personalities with different faces and different souls.

Just when Constantine was about to think deeply about this issue, Schiller, who was standing in front of the door, didn't give anyone time to think.

Constantine saw that he was holding a long knife that looked like a bone-chopping knife in his hand. It was about as long as his forearm, and it was a bit uncoordinated with his thin body, but soon, Constantine There is no time to think about the problem of uncoordination.

The traffic coming and going on the opposite highway all had their high beams on, and the lights flickered outside the warehouse door.

The streamer was like a gentle hand brushing over the cold butcher knife. Constantine saw the neon light and shadow reflected on the knife surface. Soon, this gorgeous shadow disappeared, leaving only a piece of blood red.

The moment someone broke in, the man and the woman pulled out the pistols from their waists, but it was too late.

The butcher knife swung horizontally, the streamer pierced the air, slashed at the opponent's wrist, rolled to avoid another person's shooting, and then cut again.

When the butcher's knife was pulled out, there was a "squeak", and the warehouse floor illuminated by the light was full of blood.

Turning around and retreating again, using the backlight blind spot to avoid the aiming gun line, he stuck behind the man, pierced the sharp butcher knife into his body, and then let go of the handle.

It wasn't until the body fell to the ground that he stepped on the man's spine and pulled out the knife.

Constantine swallowed, he felt that now is not a good time to go out.

However, the young man seemed to have noticed that there were still living creatures in the warehouse. When he walked towards Constantine with a knife in his hand, Constantine knew that he might not be good today.

Of course, Constantine is a magician. Even in the memory space, he has the means to use magic. With a flash of fire, it appeared on the back of Schiller, and his hands glowed with golden light.

Raising his hands and turning it slightly, a golden magic circle appeared between his hands. With a "clang", the long knife slashed on the magic circle, and the moment sparks burst, Constantine's face was illuminated.

His appearance looked vicissitudes and exhaustion. The boy opposite was thin and pale. When the two sick faces faced each other, Constantine could feel that his innate madness and evil were instantly ignited.

The magic circle condensed and turned into a beam of light, which flew past the young Schiller's ear. He turned his head slightly and looked at the place where the light landed. In an instant, a scorched black mark appeared there.

The handle of the long knife went from the index finger to the little finger, and then back to the index finger. The moment the thin knuckles held the bandage on the handle, Constantine quickly backed away again, and when he clenched his hands, another beam of light shot out.

The young Schiller bullied him again, and Constantine condensed a magic shield to block, but at this moment, he saw that the opposite boy showed a sneer.

In the next second, at a speed that Constantine could hardly see clearly, he sprinted to the right and threw the butcher knife.

Constantine hurriedly turned the magic shield, but was knocked down by the long knife in an instant. When he was cut on his body, he realized that the knife was much heavier than he imagined, and Schiller's strength was also greater than he imagined. many.

The blade cut through his skin, and continued to fly forward, with a "clang", it landed in front of Constantine's right.

Constantine, lying on the ground, let out a scream and gasped heavily. He saw the young Schiller coming over, picked up the knife, and then turned around to look at him, but at this moment, Constantine showed sneered.

A series of electric lights jumped out from his body, and when they touched Schiller's feet, he was paralyzed for a moment, and another flash of light sent him flying, and Constantine got up staggeringly. , picked up the knife, and said:

"What a nice knife..."

When he touched the handle of the long knife, he knew that he had found what Zatanna called the "weakness item", but this also meant that the world would become even more terrifying.

The injured Constantine didn't stay any longer, before Schiller could recover from the impact of the streamer, he came over and quickly ran out of the warehouse, pulling down the shutter door.

And when he hijacked the car, he saw a figure standing there watching him in the dark warehouse door, but he didn't catch up.

Konstantin squeezed the handle of the knife with a little force on his knuckles, but soon, he hung the long knife on the inside of his windbreaker, hijacked a car, and drove towards an unknown intersection.

When driving fast on the road, Constantine was sure that this was not England, with unfamiliar architectural styles, incomprehensible mysterious characters, and car music that was completely different from British radio...

For the first time, Constantine became curious about Schiller's past. Why did he have a personality that grew up in an eastern country?And why did it end up on the east coast of the United States, in Gotham?
But what made Constantine even more concerned was who was the man and woman with British accents who appeared in the warehouse?What about the so-called experiment and Patient No. 1?

(End of this chapter)