civilwarnovels Chapter 2318 Gotham Music Chapter (57)
Chapter 2318 Gotham Music Chapter (57)
Chapter 2318 Gotham Music Festival (Fifty-Seven)
After Orm, who had regained consciousness, left, Arthur wanted to follow him. He also wanted to know what was going on, but then he thought, since Schiller was also there and closer to him, why didn't he just ask Schiller directly?
Anyway, this whole thing was either planned by him, or... he planned it. In any case, just ask him directly.
However, there is one embarrassing thing. This guy named Atlan is obviously related to Atlantis, and Arthur has just recently told his friends about his true life experience. Now asking Schiller about his plan really looks like spying on the enemy.
Unexpectedly, Schiller had already told Natasha about it, and it didn't seem like he wanted to hide it from anyone.
"From the moment I discovered that I was seasick in this universe, I began to collect relevant intelligence. The first intelligence I collected was of course related to ships."
"After several experiments, I found that it had nothing to do with the size, stability or route of the boat, which made me suspect that the culprit for my seasickness might be the sea."
"I told you before that the way I died in my previous life was of course within the scope of my investigation, but it is not easy to leave a psychological shadow on me. I checked the memory bank and the structure of the tower's operation, and did not find any phobia related to the sea."
"Then you told us before..." Natasha said in a raised voice.
"I didn't say anything." Schiller spread his hands and said, "I just told you how I died. I didn't make any comments about it, let alone say that I was traumatized and seasick because of it."
"Okay, it happens again." Natasha waved her hand, obviously getting used to it.
"I had already started investigating the ocean landscape of this universe, and of course I had also identified a few suspicious people based on my knowledge. Just then, a few news stories caught my eye."
"That's right. The Atlantis, a gambling ship that has been extremely popular in recent years, is able to evade searches by all maritime law enforcement forces. This is obviously not normal."
"Most of the news about the ship is speculation, and there is no actual evidence, but that doesn't mean I can't learn about the situation on the ship, because there are always people who come back alive."
"Thanks to the development of the Internet, I pretended to be a paranormal enthusiast who was very interested in ghost ships, and sent emails to Atlantis survivors who had appeared in the media or leaked their information, hoping that they could provide me with what they saw and heard on the ship."
"When most people tell me that their wishes have really come true, either they have a lot of money or they have solved their business problems, I know that the black hand must not be human, at least the means he used are not those of human society."
"Then I expanded the search area and began to interview people who knew about or had contact with the Atlantis. Then I got very useful information: the Atlantis could not fulfill the wishes of the dead."
"In this way, I have ruled out heaven and hell, because angels and demons always do this kind of business in transactions. They can actually resurrect humans, and they are also very aware of how much humans desire this."
"So even though the humans they resurrected can no longer be called humans, they are still happy to use this as the focus of their propaganda, rather than directly saying that they cannot be resurrected like the owner of the Atlantis."
"Since they said directly that they cannot be resurrected, humans means that their status cannot be too high, at least lower than that of demon lords and archangels. Knowing this, things will be much easier."
"Wait, you are not..." Natasha showed an expression of expectedness. She stared at Schiller and said, "When we first came to this universe, Nick was weird and often disappeared. He said he was meeting old friends. Damn, where did he get old friends in this universe?"
Schiller smiled and said, "Of course he has old friends. I have known him for a long time."
Natasha sighed, waved her hand in front of her nose and said, "What did you guys do again? Just tell me."
Schiller smiled, looked at Oliver and said, "Amanda is dead. This stupid girl chose to hide in the closet. I sent her to reunite with her family."
Oliver and Black Canary shuddered at Schiller's genuine smile.
Amanda wakes up.
After experiencing fear, severe pain and long darkness, she finally regained consciousness.
hell……
This was her vague first thought.
No, there would be no hell more terrible than what had gone before.
Amanda remembered that she went to the second floor to mobilize the people she brought on board, but found that there were only a few subordinates alive, only the group of people sent in by her boss. Amanda was not very familiar with Kira, who was transferred from the West Coast, and Amanda did not trust her.
Seeing that there were only two or three passengers left, Amanda felt that it was more important to save her own life first, so she found a room in the corner and hid in the closet.
In her opinion, since Schiller had to count from behind before he could start hunting, he could just lie down or face the wall, and Schiller's vision could not penetrate the wall.
But she was wrong.
Schiller's footsteps came closer and closer, but without any pause, nor any hesitation or wandering during the search, he went straight to Amanda, as if he had crossed several corridors or even a floor, and directly saw Amanda hiding in the closet.
Amanda had no choice but to hide in the closet, but that was the worst decision she could have ever made. Schiller came, opened the door, and pulled her out of the closet—breaking her neck with the closet door.
Her body was outside the cabinet, only her head disappeared inside. Her hands left countless scratches around the gap in the cabinet door, and blood seeped into them. It was as if a new thinking organ had grown in her neck, replacing her head. It was not only more intelligent, but also more beautiful.
The pain was not that severe, nor was it extremely unbearable. Before her death, Amanda did not see the most memorable moments of her life as written in many legends. She only felt like toilet paper thrown into a flush toilet, sucked by some kind of vortex, and falling at high speed.
Finally, when she woke up, she saw a dark red.
A black oval block kept swaying in front of her, and seemed to be saying something. Amanda could see it but couldn't hear it. She just felt that the shaking of the thing made her upset.
"Stop shaking!" Amanda yelled.
The other person may not hear her, or may not care at all, and he still walks back and forth in front of Amanda, from left to right, and from right to left.
Amanda slapped him.
This slap stunned both of them.
After Amanda slapped the man, she suddenly regained all her vision and hearing, and the man never expected that Amanda would actually take action.
"What's going on?!"
Amanda heard the other person shouting, and judging by his accent, the guy was definitely black.
"How can she be so powerful... What are you calling me nonsense? Damn it, she can even jump up and slap me. Come and see!"
Another figure came closer, and Amanda, who gradually regained her vision, found that it was a handsome white man with black hair, and the black man before was a one-eyed black bald man wearing an eye patch.
"Oh, her. She's the woman with the special itinerary... Hello, Ms. Amanda Waller."
Amanda shook hands with the handsome black-haired man absentmindedly. Just as she was about to ask, another long-faced man in a strange wizard robe came over with a parchment roll in his hand. He frowned and said, "What's wrong? Why isn't the team moving? We're waiting ahead."
The black man pulled Amanda out of the line, shook her hand and said, "Nick Fury, Director of SHIELD, ma'am, please follow me, this way."
As Amanda followed him to the other side, she saw a long queue in front of her, filled with translucent humans.
As she looked at them, Amanda realized that all of them were familiar faces.
I can’t say we are very familiar with each other, but at least we have run into each other frequently in the past day - aren’t they all passengers on the cruise ship?
Just as Amanda thought of this, the two people who brought her seemed to go to socialize with someone. Only the one-eyed black man asked her to wait there for a while, and the others disappeared.
Amanda decided to follow the line. The line was very long, but Amanda found that she was much faster than usual and soon she was at the front.
In the front sits a demon.
A typical demon image, with goat horns on his head, goat hooves on his feet, long black hair and blood-red horizontal pupils. He holds a feather pen in his claws and is writing hard on a parchment scroll floating in front of him.
"Hans Buck! The weight of his soul is... 26 grams? Damn it, this guy's sins weigh a full 5 grams??? What did he do... Oh, six years ago he sexually assaulted and massacred a family of four in a village in southern Mexico, and set fire to the bodies. After that, he led three village massacres. Tsk, tsk, tsk, what a devil..."
"Laven! Laven...what? Your name is Lee Ollis? Come on, let's go with the name you were born with. There's a guy in front of us who insists that her name isn't Lillian. What's her name...'Black Gun'? Sorry, we don't use nicknames here! Go up and get weighed!"
Amanda saw a scale next to the demon, which was the most common brass scale used to weigh powder. Everyone had to walk up to it to weigh themselves. The little demon squatting next to them would call out the weight, and the demon writing would record it.
A little further away from the writing demon, Amanda saw the one in black and two in white talking to a man with wings and a monster that looked like a giant fly.
The expressions on the faces of these three people were neither frightened nor flattering. Instead, they showed the enthusiasm common in the business world, and their eyes also revealed the cunning and shrewdness of those who had been in the business world for a long time.
What’s even more strange is that the two people opposite had the same expression, even the three-point hypocritical smile and the greedy light in their eyes were exactly the same.
Amanda could hear them without even having to lean over.
"...Indeed, the losses were heavy. That damned Barbatos caused several of my generals to lose everything. You said that the morale of the troops was low and it was hard to lead the troops. As a great lord, wasn't it that I got up early and worked late just to get some high-quality military rations to calm the people's hearts? You guys helped me a lot..."
"The souls of these sinners are indeed of good quality." The handsome man with wings said, "The average weight of the soul is 24 grams. Such extremely sinful souls are rare in the hands of the Hell General..."
"There should be a lot of sinners in this world, right?" The long-faced wizard questioned. He said, "How can the souls of sinners be scarce in hell?"
The big fly waved its wings and said, "You don't understand this. The conditions for a sinner's soul are too harsh. One must be born evil, have no grievances, blaspheme against God, never repent, and become worse and worse. One must still be doing evil at the moment before death, and must accept a ritual execution, which means a painful death. Only then can the soul be heavy. If one of these conditions is not met, the soul's weight will be greatly reduced."
The three of them suddenly realized.
Shanghai is so cold, so cold, so cold
(End of this chapter)