Chapter 2274: Gotham Music Festival (22)

At the entrance of the guest room of the Stannis Hotel, not far from the Wayne Hotel, a big black guy stared at the invitation letter in his hand in surprise. He looked at the waiter who sent the letter and said with a very obvious West Coast accent, "Are you sure this is for me? Really didn't make a mistake?"

"Your name is on the invitation, sir." The waiter had a very good attitude, said with a full face of smiles, and even gestured with his hand.

The big black guy flipped the invitation over, but what first caught his eye wasn't the complex floral English. A pattern combining a wave and a ship appeared in shiny gold on the front of the black invitation. The black man wiped it with his hand and found it was real hot-stamping technology.

Then he found his name below, The Notorious B. I. G., and his real name, Christopher Wallace, which was also not short, was attached below the nickname.

Biggie had been away from this name for a long time. Except for his mother, no one called him Christopher anymore. And since his last album became famous, the whole world had already forgotten the little black boy who had been in prison several times, and instead pursued the real tough guy in the East Coast rap scene.

Flipping the invitation over, Christopher found that a line of small print on the bottom left of the back of the invitation wrote, The Great Continent welcomes your arrival.

Only then did Christopher snort coldly. He knew that how could those rednecks in high society invite a black rapper to perform? It turned out to be a gambling ship.

This ship was quite famous on the East Coast. For no other reason, it was the only gambling ship that avoided all the inspections of the East Coast Coast Guard and National Guard, and could be called the holy land for gamblers on the East Coast.

Of course, there were many similar gambling ships all over the world, and there were plenty more luxurious ones. And in order to squeeze out every bit of funds from the gamblers, they would drive the ship as far as possible and prepare all the daily necessities on the ship, leaving for several months at a time.

The so-called gambling on the high seas in movies actually refers to these gambling ships, and the gamblers participating in them are mostly rich or expensive. Every gambling game is a huge amount of money, and ordinary gamblers can hardly see their style.

So if it were just a gambling ship for the upper class to gamble and entertain, the Great Continent wouldn't be so famous. What really made this ship famous was the magic lamp gambling game they released on the official website every six months.

The magic lamp gambling game claimed to face everyone. As long as you encounter trouble, try every means to get a ticket to board the ship. As long as you can win the bet, the magic lamp will settle all troubles for you, just like the legendary Aladdin's magic lamp.

This kind of plot is common in movies, so it's not that attractive. Everyone knows that there is no free lunch in the world. With such tempting conditions, the difficulty of winning must be very high. Then what price must be paid for losing?

Normal people with clear minds feel that this game is just another name for human trafficking. Those who encounter big trouble and have to board the ship must have long been abandoned by their relatives, and the police won't care about them. If they disappear like this, it's good for everyone. It's simply a perfect object for abduction.

However, some people have questioned this argument. On the one hand, ordinary gamblers once exhausted gorgeous language to describe the luxury of the Great Continent. They said that it was simply like another country, and huge wealth from the ocean was buried under the cabin.

They are so rich, can they make a ship that avoids all coast guard searches without anyone knowing, and do they care about that little benefit of human trafficking? And if they want to sell, why don't they open it once a month? There are many people in the world who have trouble. As long as they open it diligently, they are not afraid that no one will take the bait.

Regarding the legends of the Great Continent, the attitudes of both sides are also at a stalemate, but it does not prevent the rich on the East Coast and those losers who are truly desperate from boarding this ship.

What really pushed the ship's reputation to the peak was another rule of the magic lamp game—people on the ship can challenge a random person to a gamble. This person doesn't have to be on the ship, anywhere is fine, and it doesn't have to be someone the challenger knows, as long as you have his name and identity information.

After the challenge is proposed, the Great Continent will send an invitation to the challenged person. The other party can choose to accept or not accept. And if they choose to accept, they can board the ship on a chosen day. Once they win, the prize that originally belonged to the gambler will all belong to the successful person.

Of course, if the challenger wins, then the challenged person who boards the ship must also bear the consequences of failure.

It sounds a bit unfair. After all, the challenged person didn't encounter any big trouble, and the reward obtained might not be what they want. But the interesting thing is that the invitation received by the challenged person will state the challenger's identity.

The challenged person can of course refuse, throw the invitation away, and refuse to board the ship. No one can do anything to him. But human beings are such creatures, always good at taking revenge as part of vested interests, even higher than any other interest. Even if it's just to gamble with the other party for life and death, they feel it's worth it.

Christopher didn't want to board the ship at all. Now his album creation is in a period of inspiration exhaustion, and he wants to find inspiration at the music festival. He is not one of those teenagers who have nothing to do. He has to be busy with his career and has no time to engage in these messy things.

But suddenly, Christopher thought of this rule of challenger and challenged. Could it be that this ship is actually not inviting him to perform? But someone challenged him?

Christopher was shocked. As if he had a premonition, he opened the invitation. Sure enough, another topic text appeared in the letter. It didn't matter what it said. What mattered was the final signature—"Tupac Amaru Shakur", which was his old friend and old rival 2pac, with whom he had had intense conflicts recently.

Christopher stood silently in place. He couldn't figure out no matter what why Tupac would use this method. Why was he so radical?

This is also a question that many people want to ask Tupac. Why are your lyrics and views so radical? Why is your life attitude so aggressive? Why is your rap style so violent?

Christopher held the invitation, his dark-skinned face looking even deeper. Finally, he handed the invitation back to the waiter and said, "See you at the pier tonight."

Holding the invitation, the hand gradually became thin and slender. Schiller withdrew his gaze from the black invitation. Hal looked at him and said, "Who did you offend? Or who offended you and is still alive?"

Hal expected Schiller's answer, which must be some philosophical hint and self-contradictory words about perhaps a stranger old friend.

As a result, he heard Schiller say, "Who cares who it is, anyway I'm not going, I'm busy."

Hal finally realized that this Schiller now is not the professor, and compared to the professor, he finally looks a bit like a modern American, focusing on interests and efficiency, rather than settling old scores every day.

Hal leaned over and found that Schiller was holding a big book with many messy annotations in it, but it was clearly not written by Schiller. Hal looked at it for a long time before saying, "Constantine? Is this his book?"

"That's right, I just borrowed it from him. There is a very important question I need to study."

Hal looked at Schiller as if he didn't know him and said, "Then why don't you just find Constantine? He should have no reason not to tell you."

"He doesn't know either, and he is a pure waste. Waiting for him to study is not as good as me finding it myself." Schiller flipped through the book quickly, browsing every entry, and quickly retrieving the information he needed.

Hal, however, shivered. Such a Schiller was really too strange—excited, crazy, full of power, looking like an engine that couldn't stop. Did that group of otherworldly visitors never think of repairing him?

"Alright, you look for it, I plan to go to Lucifer's for another drink..."

"Don't run, tell me how the Green Lantern Corps is doing recently. Is the plan going smoothly?"

"It's actually not bad, but..."

Just as Hal said this, he found his phone ringing, so he answered it and said to the other end of the phone, "Hello? Oliver? Yes, what's wrong? Didn't you say you weren't coming? Okay, Schiller and I will go pick you up."

"Oliver is here." Hal said very happily, "I thought he was too busy to come. This is great, we're all gathered again. Let's call Clark and Diana, and let's go to the bar for a good drink."

"You guys go... where was Oliver before?"

"Of course it's Mexico. He's been in Mexico, why?"

Schiller frowned slightly and said, "Nothing, you're right, we have to go pick him up, and then give him a good welcome. Let's go."

Hal was at a loss. He felt that this Schiller was really too hard to understand. How could he be so scattered, speaking incoherently, and often self-contradictory, completely lacking the logic of the professor.

Having dealt with the professor a lot, Hal wasn't afraid of him speaking slowly or not saying everything, because as long as he spoke, it was generally very logical and pointed directly to the truth.

But this Schiller spoke vaguely, a bit like being unclear, and a bit like pretending to be stupid. At the level of understanding, it makes people feel that this meaning is fine, and that meaning is also fine, highlighting an ambiguity, always making people feel uncertain, let's look again.

Hal shook his head, still the joy of Oliver's return diluted his doubts. He immediately picked up the car keys and went downstairs to drive, but Schiller said on the way, "Oliver should have arrived long ago. Now he is probably waiting for us at the pier. By the time we drive there, he will have to wait at least half an hour."

"I heard during the day that Clark and Diana are both playing at the pier. Why don't we let them pick up Oliver first, and we'll meet at the bar."

Hal thought about it and felt that what Schiller said made sense. Oliver came back from thousands of miles away, and it wasn't good to let people wait so long at the pier. It was better to let Clark take him to the pier to sit for a while, and he could also rest in advance.

Hal wanted to call Clark, but Schiller stopped him again. He said, "Call Diana. Clark will be as excited as you when he learns Oliver is back, and a person who is full of fatigue on the journey probably doesn't have more emotions to deal with this excitement. It would be bad if Clark felt he was being left out."

"My God, Doctor." Hal looked at Schiller in surprise and said, "You actually have such a thoughtful time. If this continues, you will shake the relationship between me and the professor."

"I think he will be very happy."

It was this kind of ambiguous words again, but Hal didn't have time to ponder it. He picked up his phone and went to call Diana. Because he was in such a hurry, he didn't see Schiller also pick up his phone, and the one he dialed was Clark's number. ===== CHAPTER 2275 =====