Chapter 2290: Gotham Music Festival (Part 38)

More and more blood flowed out of Schiller's body. The large amount of blood drawn made the blood collection process very slow. People in other duels had already started the competition, but Schiller's table was still staring at the blood collection hose.

Such a scene also attracted the attention of many people, but because there were almost no people with a bye in this round, and most people's arms were fixed on the table, they could only cast curious glances at Schiller here.

As more and more blood flowed, Schiller's arm became paler and paler. The alarm in Bruce's heart made him want to pull his arm out directly and then jump off the ship to escape.

"It's time to verify our conjecture." Bruce heard the dangerous voice in his heart say: "Where does Schiller's mysterious mental analysis ability come from."

"You know how risky this is." Another more rational voice said: "We can attribute all this to talent. Isn't our detective ability the same?"

"Of course it's different, we follow logic and have traces to follow."

"But that speculation is completely absurd." Bruce took a deep breath and said in his heart: "You want to say that the mental analysis result with an accuracy rate as high as 80% is actually just a hallucination seen by a mental patient when he is having an onset?"

"After excluding all possibilities, the remaining one, no matter how absurd, is the truth. Do you want to gamble?"

Bruce took a deep breath, feeling his palms sweating, and said: "Even if this is true, we still can't know the deeper reasons. Hallucinations cannot happen to coincide with the truth, and brain science cannot give an answer."

"But this will let us know how to avoid being analyzed."

Bruce was shocked, because he thought of Batman in the main universe. After knowing that Schiller had mysterious mental analysis ability, how could the most suspicious and most taboo Batman get along with him happily?

Could it be that Batman had long known where Schiller's mental analysis ability came from? And had the confidence to make him not activate the ability when getting along with him?

The comfort of the first meeting, clothes and red wine, cautious wording, respectful attitude, is this to stabilize Schiller's spirit? As long as it is stable, the ability of mental analysis will not be activated?

Bruce had to admit that he really wanted to take a risk.

There were too many mysteries about Schiller, including his past, his understanding of everyone beyond facts, and his magnificent thinking tower. But for Bruce, what he wanted to know most was where Schiller's accurate and outrageous mental analysis method came from.

He had actually resigned himself to his fate long ago, admitting that it was not a knowledge that could be learned. But no matter what, he never thought that the answer would be the most absurd one. Compared with talent, perhaps it was more likely to be the hallucination of a desperate madman.

So he withdrew his gaze, took a deep breath, and let himself not look at the blood collection machine, trying his best to remain calm, exploring the answer at the deepest part of the abyss.

200 ml, Schiller felt his lips dry, the inner wall of his mouth felt like it was on fire, trachea, throat to nasal cavity, every breath was like a knife cutting, but the pain made people exceptionally sober.

"You signed 'Sea' on the back of the invitation, you think this is my opponent this time, so you designed such a game, because no matter how much blood I am drawn, you can be as equal as a warrior to me, but you know deep in your heart that you are still just a coward, because that is not your blood, that is the sea."

The strong man widened his eyes. His hand pressing the button on the remote control hesitated, because he originally wanted to press one 1 and three 0s.

"Don't pretend, you know you have always been so cowardly. You tell everyone that you represent the will of the sea, and you can do anything to protect the sea, but you are also infinitely clear in your heart that the ocean does not need your protection."

"But you are clear that the ocean has never chosen you, even if you are its only choice now, but it still refuses to listen to your orders completely. You think this is because you didn't do enough, so you came, and let me come too."

The strong man narrowed his eyes. He looked at Schiller and said: "I just want to take back what belongs to the sea from a shameful thief."

"No, you don't think that belongs to the sea." Schiller shook his head.

400 ml, the heartbeat finally began to slow down, replaced by the ripples in the field of vision becoming more gentle, the clarity occasionally visible between the waves disappeared, turning into a blur.

The chest felt a difficult-to-describe emptiness falling downward, wanting to force people to bend over and fall, this difficult-to-describe weakness made people begin to crave death, wanting to seek relief.

Some fragments of memory began to stir in the lake of calm vision, swinging from the blurred ripples, just like microorganisms under a microscope swimming.

"You think that belongs to Atlantis."

The strong man's hand tightened suddenly.

"What did Arthur tell you? That damn traitor!"

"Calm down, Orm, are you dissatisfied with your title of Ocean Master? You want to become the Sea King? Or the Sea God?"

"I said, I just want to take back what you stole from the sea, damn landman! You deceived us!!"

Orm's roar became more and more distant. In the memory fragments passing before Schiller's eyes, the name of Ocean Master Orm Marius echoed constantly.

Orm was Arthur's half-brother. He was born to the previous Queen of Atlantis, Atlanna, and the guard captain Orvax. He was a thorough Atlantean.

In the comic story, Atlanna died in an accident, but there were palace confidants who pointed out that it was Orm's doing. Orm denied all this. Later, because he was worried about surface people invading Atlantis, he launched a war between the ocean and the land, and also confronted the Justice League, almost flooding the continent.

However, he and Arthur did not turn against each other. From beginning to end, the two only had differences in their attitude toward surface people. Orm did not crave the throne, and even voluntarily abdicated after Arthur returned, honoring Arthur as the Sea King.

But what Schiller saw was not like this.

500 ml, shadows began to appear on Orm's body, the fire burned more vigorously than anyone else, and what surprised Schiller was that Orm's fire was also red.

That represented that the emotions surging in his heart were not greed, but thorough anger. He wanted revenge.

Everything was wrong, with a huge discrepancy with the facts.

Orm had no object to take revenge on, at least not at the current stage. Arthur had not yet returned to Atlantis, and the two had almost no intersection. Even if they did, Orm had never had a conflict with Arthur over power.

And at the current stage, Orm had not firmly believed that surface people must want to destroy Atlantis. He had more disgust for surface people than hatred. Such feelings could not support such violent anger and the desire for revenge.

Schiller painfully supported his body. He stared at the blood collection hose, but he didn't want to stop, but hoped that this damn machine could be faster, faster, he would soon see what was behind the fire.

600 ml, Schiller began to feel his lips numb, his limbs gradually lost consciousness, the tip of his tongue couldn't move freely, and his throat could barely make a sound.

The heartbeat became slower and slower, and the unspeakable cold was invading, which made Schiller freeze, from his eyes to his consciousness, and began to become unfocused.

The Orm in front of him changed completely. His skin was peeled off, revealing the intertwined dark red and dark blue interior. There was a black hole in his chest, and countless fingers reaching out from the edge of the wound were rubbing against the edge of the wound.

The sea water surged in the hole, and Schiller saw the topography of the Mariana Trench in it.

Blood continued to flow, but it was still very slow. At this time, everyone's attention was focused here. They just wanted to know how much blood this madman wanted to draw.

Schiller still stared at the hose, faster, faster.

Accompanied by the heartbeat becoming slower and slower, the edge of the field of vision was no longer blurred but began to surge with black, until it became smaller and smaller. Schiller was clear that when his field of vision size could only accommodate a certain person, it was time.

When the bright red blood surged to the 700 ml scale mark of the pump, Schiller suddenly heard a slight wind sound. It was too late for him to reach out and grab the blood collection hose. Three batarangs attacked from three directions, cutting the hose into three sections.

Behind the splashing blood drops were the shocked faces of everyone. A hand pressed the hose on the pump side, an arm supported the falling Schiller, and a fist punched the staff member unconscious.

The sudden change stunned everyone. The onlookers fled in all directions. The security guards rushed in with weapons. The crowd ran toward the exit against the flow, hitting tables and knocking over bottles. Screams, roars, and curses made the second floor a pot that suddenly boiled.

"Quiet! Everyone quiet!!!" The old man with a trident mark on his forehead appeared on the highest platform in the middle, but his shouting had no effect, especially when a certain group of contestants received an order from someone and began to deliberately create chaos.

"I said! Quiet!!!!!"

Accompanied by the vibration of the roar, countless powerful ripples visible to the naked eye swayed from the old man, and the crowd was instantly pushed to the ground, crawling on the ground, followed by a violent shaking of the whole body, almost all the guests on the ship were shaken down.

Bruce, Bat-Bale, and the main universe Batman wearing a Mosasaurus mask were caught off guard and also fell to the ground.

In the VIP room, the person wearing the Megalodon mask who rushed to the glass narrowed his eyes.

Now he knew why Schiller bought him a VIP ticket.

"In brightest day, in blackest night,

No evil shall escape my sight,

Let those who worship evil's might, 【2290-

"Green Lantern shines eternal, light for ten thousand generations!"

Green light instantly flooded the entire venue, a massive shark phantom descended from the sky, and a figure radiating intense green light landed before the old man.

The old man's eyes widened instantly, but a cunning glint soon flashed through them; the golden trident symbol on his forehead flickered, his figure vanished in an instant, and Orm also disappeared into the crowd on the deck.

At the same time, Stark, who had just reached the engine room of the *Da Xi Zhou*, watched helplessly as the energy lurking on the engine vanished. The golden light flickered and faded, and the abnormal data on the monitoring instruments of Stark's armor lasted less than a second before instantly returning to normal.

In the staff lounge, Seeing Natasha, having been sent stumbling by the sway, wiped the blood splattered on her face, looked at the agent whose spine had been snapped by the impact of the shaking, and cursed through gritted teeth.

Recalling the two names he had just mentioned, Seeing Natasha hesitated no longer; completely ignoring the chaotic sounds coming from above, she headed upstairs at top speed.

Just as she returned to the lobby, Seeing Natasha's gaze locked tightly onto two black figures; they were retreating in a panic toward the wall, and Seeing Natasha stepped quickly to follow them.

At this moment, giant waves were surging outside the ship.