Chapter 2296

Black Canary felt despair. In a moment of distraction, the pain from her injured side made her legs go soft, and she fell onto the stairs, rolling down the stairs.

The jiu-jitsu she had learned saved her life. Black Canary didn't break her neck because of rolling down the stairs, but she still hit her head and bled. The head that hit the steps felt a deeper dizziness.

After suffering repeated heavy blows, Black Canary couldn't climb up anymore. She curled up in the corner of the stairwell, using the last remaining strength to press the wound on her abdomen.

She saw Schiller raise a foot wanting to go down the stairs, but at this time, noisy sounds came from the other side of the corridor. Schiller turned his head to look.

Suddenly, he was like someone whose soul had been hooked, walking straight toward that direction. The blood on the spearfish mask dripped all the way, intertwined with the footsteps of leather shoes, echoing a terror of cruel order in disorder in the empty corridor, but it sounded like the most wonderful notes to Canary.

She immediately lowered her head to check the condition of her wound. The sharp thorn of the spearfish mask was very long. Being stabbed once was equivalent to being stabbed by a kitchen knife, but fortunately, it was only equivalent to being stabbed once.

This meant that as long as it wasn't stabbed into the eye socket just right like the corpse of the strong man before, it wouldn't be fatal for a while.

Black Canary sat in place panting, recovering her strength, but suddenly she heard footsteps coming from downstairs again.

She turned her head vigilantly and saw a strange red hair.

"Seeing Natasha?"

"It's me, are you okay?" Seeing Natasha walked over, carrying a small medical kit in her hand. She squatted beside Black Canary, opened the kit, took out an injection from it, and said, "Fortunately, I knew this matter wouldn't be so simple, so I brought some healing medicine. This thing needs time to take effect. Let me bandage your wound first."

Black Canary had no strength to say more words. She slowly took her hand away, letting Seeing Natasha wrap bandages around her abdomen, and as she moved like this, Seeing Natasha withdrew the hand that was supporting her back.

She looked at her hands full of blood in shock, used a micro flashlight to shine on Black Canary's back, and then found another bloody hole there.

"Fortunately, that thing wasn't sharp and couldn't pierce the bone." Black Canary said panting, "My shoulder blade saved my life. I will treat it better in the future."

Seeing Natasha sighed and started to bandage Black Canary's wounds, wrapping bandages around her abdomen and then around her shoulders, followed by cleaning the wounds on her forehead, and finally giving her a shot in the neck.

"Thank you." Black Canary turned her head away and said, "Did you save me?"

"You could say that, I lured him away."

"What exactly is going on?"

"I don't know, he lost control."

"But even if an ordinary person loses control, it's impossible to..." Black Canary stopped mid-sentence. Black Canary had never thought in her life that a person could make her empathize with the victims in those slasher films.

When she successfully survived, she realized belatedly how much pressure she had been facing just now, and how much fear had forced her to make wrong decisions.

"Damn it." Black Canary muttered to herself somewhat distractedly.

"He doesn't count as an ordinary person." Seeing Natasha cleaned the bloodstains on Black Canary's body and said, "He has some glorious pasts that exceed ordinary people's imagination, but those are not important. Now the most important thing is to stop him."

"Why did he lose control?"

"It's not surprising." Seeing Natasha shook her head and said, "He himself is a mental patient, and he is also severely seasick, and he lost too much blood before, and his body is too weak. This might be the main reason for his mental illness to flare up."

"Weak?!"

"He was weak before the onset." Seeing Natasha said seriously, "But you know, mental patients will have unusual excitement after the onset, which makes them unable to feel the existence of muscle limitations, and they often become powerful and full of aggression."

Black Canary swallowed, remembering the scene where she and the door were patted to the ground.

"Since he is seasick, why did he want to board the ship?" Black Canary asked. Suddenly she paused, looked at Seeing Natasha, and said, "For Oliver?"

Seeing Natasha opened her mouth, then closed it again, pressed her lips tightly, tilted her head, and then shook her head quite significantly, saying, "Maybe it's not entirely because of this."

"Of course it's because of this!" Black Canary covered her forehead and said, "Otherwise, why would a person who is severely seasick want to be unable to think and run to a cruise ship?!"

"God, this is too terrible." Black Canary covered her eyes and said, "If Oliver knows about this, he will be even sadder. He really can't bear any more pressure."

"Staying optimistic is a good thing." Seeing Natasha said ambiguously.

Black Canary looked at her, so Seeing Natasha added, "If it were under normal circumstances, Dr. Schiller would very much appreciate your move of focusing on other people's mental health in any situation."

"Can you say what you have to say directly? Madam, this doesn't make you look like a Soviet."

"I mean, guilt toward friends might be the most insignificant trouble Oliver will face next."

"Then the biggest trouble..."

Bang!

The sudden noise from upstairs made Oliver and Amanda look up together.

"Sounds like something fell to the ground." Amanda frowned and said, "This movement is not small. It wouldn't be someone else..."

Bang! Bang bang!

Oliver couldn't stay still now. He looked at Amanda and said, "Let's go, go up and take a look. I suspect it's the ghost of that group of drug dealers. They want gold coins and have already killed many people for this."

The two walked out of the room together, walking toward the direction the sound came from. Oliver put on his small sleeve arrows, Amanda took out her pistol, and the two walked one after the other, moving slowly up the stairs in a defensive posture.

Passing the corner, Oliver found that there was a lot of blood on one wall of the stairwell. Amanda walked over to check it and said, "Someone was injured and leaned here. The wound might be on the back and very deep, but it stopped bleeding quickly, and then she left."

Oliver narrowed his eyes, looked at the corridor above through the faint moonlight projected from the yacht's window, and from his angle, he could see that one room had no door, and the ground was full of bloodstains.

This made the two of them even more cautious, moving forward almost step by step, always vigilant against every sound coming from the air.

Bang!

Another loud noise startled the two. The stimulation when nerves are tense is always more intense than at ordinary times. Amanda almost made a sound.

Oliver, however, took advantage of the aftermath of the loud noise, rushed up the stairs in two or three steps. The first moment he went up the stairs, he rolled, aimed his sleeve arrow directly ahead, and with a swoosh, a tranquilizer arrow was shot out, but it hit nothing.

The corridor was empty, and only the bloodstains told how fierce the battle had been here.

Oliver is not a detective, but Amanda climbed up from the bottom of the FBI after all. She was an agent and had quite a lot of experience in this. After checking the corridor, she said.

"Blood of two people. The first person should be dead already, because there is his brain matter here. It might be a corpse dragged here. The second one might be a woman, because there is a hair of hers on the edge of the bloodstain here."

"This woman is in the corridor, the killer walked over, and in her urgency, she... hid in this room."

Amanda turned and pointed. Oliver looked at the room without a door, and the two of them walked in together, then cursed at the same time.

"Damn it, did we encounter a brown bear here?"

Amanda looked at the broken door panel on the ground and said, "What kind of thing patted the door away? And looking at the bloodstains here, the woman hiding behind the door was also patted to the ground together."

Amanda noticed the statue and said, "Oh, I understand. She was hiding behind the door with the statue, wanting to give the killer a fatal blow. Unfortunately, the other party didn't kick the door open at all, but directly patted the whole door away."

"The woman stood too close to the door, causing herself to fly out too. After falling to the ground, the killer might have wanted to walk over and lift her up, but she slipped away."

"The killer gave her a knife, she wanted to pick up the statue, and then..."

Finding that Oliver had no movement, Amanda turned to look at him, but Oliver was staring at the hair Amanda had just handed him.

"What's wrong?"

"... Dinah?"

Oliver muttered to himself while staring at the hair. Amanda immediately understood, and she said, "The little lover who chased you all the way back from Mexico?"

"No, things couldn't be as you said." Oliver stared at the ground with a heavy expression and said, "I know Dinah. She is a genius fighter and also a superpowered person. She couldn't have been beaten into serious injury by someone without any ability to fight back."

"The scene tells me just that." Although Amanda didn't have the intention of gloating, she still said with no lack of sarcasm, "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, don't be too confident in a little girl under 20."

Oliver still shook his head and said, "I said Dinah is a superpowered person. Although she has always been unable to control her abilities well, I advised her to avoid using them as much as possible, but at a critical moment, she could completely..."

Tap... tap... tap...

Footsteps came from the end of the corridor again.

Oliver and Amanda both retreated, hiding in the corner where the wardrobe and the wall connected, but this corner couldn't see the movement in the corridor.

Oliver, standing in the innermost part of the corner, turned back and opened the wardrobe door, finding a mirror here. They hid behind the wardrobe door with the mirror, adjusted the angle of the mirror, and observed the situation in the corridor through the mirror.

It was too dark in the corridor, and the situation in the distance couldn't be seen clearly. They could only see a person holding a sharp thorn-like weapon slowly walking toward this side, dragging something in his hand.

"David!" Amanda lowered her voice and said, "He killed David!!!"

Oliver looked at her. Amanda pointed to the mirror and said, "He is one of my superior's men, and can be considered his capable general. How did he die like this? Who killed him?"

Oliver suddenly had a bad premonition.

"Listen, I'll count to three, and we'll rush out together, run downstairs at the fastest speed, and don't look back at anything!"

"What?!"

"Three, two, one... run!!!!"