Chapter 2299

Bat-Bane was bandaging the wound on his arm. Taking out the bullet took some effort, but fortunately, it was taken out smoothly. The injured part tightly wrapped in bandages was no longer so painful.

He sighed in his heart, but still climbed up from the ground quickly. But just as he was about to go out, he smelled the strong bloody scent drifting from the central air conditioning vent.

He walked out of the restroom quickly, followed the faint light to the small reception hall, but just as he turned the corner, he saw a pair of dead fish eyes staring at him in the middle of the corridor.

Even though he was Batman, he couldn't help but pause when facing this situation. Two seconds later, he finally saw clearly that it was a corpse hanging upside down from the ventilation duct on his head.

This corpse had no arms. Because of hanging upside down and congestion, the eyeballs had almost fallen out of the eye sockets. Two lifeless eyes bulged out, and blood flowed backward from the corners of his mouth and eyes. The face was incomparably terrifying.

Bat-Bane took a deep breath. He knew that under normal circumstances, anyone who saw such a face floating in the air just after turning a corner would definitely be scared out of their wits and turn around to run.

Because of this, Bat-Bane forcibly fixed his footsteps, didn't turn around, but retreated slowly, retreated to the end of the corridor, and started to move sideways toward the stairwell.

But just at this time, two figures walked up the stairs. Bat-Bane didn't wait to call them, and they had already seen the scene in the corridor.

"Ah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

A high-pitched female scream sounded. Bat-Bane was quick-eyed and quick-handed, grabbed Amanda who wanted to turn around, let her back stick to the wall at the end of the corridor, and then blocked her with his arm.

Oliver looked back at Bat-Bane. Bat-Bane made a gesture of turning in a circle with his fingers. Oliver immediately turned his head back, and then also retreated slowly to the wall, close to the terrified Amanda.

Amanda's chest was heaving constantly, the terrified expression on her face had not yet dissipated, and her eyes were staring fixedly at the corpse hanging from the ventilation duct.

Oliver, however, recognized him through a scar under the corner of the corpse's eye and said, "It's 'Black Gun', formerly a gunman for a pirate organization, active in the Caribbean Sea, later recruited by the Penitent Cartel, and is one of the several killers who have been hunting me down."

"How did he... he..." Amanda was already a bit incoherent. She had experienced too many emotional shocks recently.

Amanda Waller was actually always a rule maintainer on the order side, otherwise she wouldn't have chosen to join the FBI and always wanted to take revenge through law enforcement means.

She did want the murderer of that year to pay the price. The moment she saw Flamingo, the anger was simply uncontrollable.

But Flamingo's death method was like a basin of cold water, chilling Amanda from head to toe.

What really made her feel terrified was that she actually saw a kind of artistic beauty in that bloody firework.

A murder case should have made her scream, vomit, and roar. The death of her enemy should have made her cheer and move to tears, but her enemy died in such a way, only making her feel shocked, dizzy, and then endless fear.

Sometimes being able to collapse completely is a kind of luck, but after experiencing an experience different from the recognition of the past few decades, and similar to some kind of hallucination, the brains of most people are only enough to be used to repeatedly play the detailed fragments in it, the more they look, the more afraid they are, the more afraid they are, the more they look, and finally become an eternal nightmare.

Amanda felt that she would never forget this firework in her life.

The moment she saw the corpse hanging upside down in the center of the corridor, Amanda was awakened by another kind of fear. She stood in place, tensing her limbs, breathing rapidly while grabbing the wall, and turned to look at Bat-Bane and said, "What's going on? Did you kill him?"

"Obviously not." Bat-Bane's expression was very heavy. He said, "It's Schiller. This is a trap of Schiller's."

Oliver also looked at Bat-Bane. He could see that this young man must know something, especially something about Schiller.

"He wants to make you feel fear, and then turn around and run away."

"Why scare us away?" Oliver felt that he had almost grasped the key, and he was about to find Schiller's anchor.

"The key is not in running away, but in turning around." Bat-Bane stared at the corpse and said, "If I'm not mistaken, the personality trait that controls Schiller's body now is called 'Hunting'."

"One of his personality traits once explained to me that each of his morbid personality traits is very crazy and brutal, but they each have different characteristics. As long as you master this characteristic, it is relatively safe."

"What is the characteristic of Hunting?" Oliver asked.

"He only chases, exposing his back to his prey." Bat-Bane's eyes kept flashing with those hallucinations he saw, especially the memory of the hunting part. He started to describe them as they were.

"Schiller likely possesses a very special crazy vision. This is actually not rare. Many schizophrenics or people whose brains have been compressed and destroyed will have visions different from ordinary people. In their eyes, certain things in reality have deformed, completely different from what normal people see."

"Schiller might also be like this. When he is in a certain state, he can see hallucinations, and his vision changes."

"Hunting vision is usually blurry, and extremely narrow. The edges are black, and the middle part has countless water patterns constantly rippling, which greatly affects his visual ability. In short, when he is hunting, he can barely see anything."

"But only one situation is an exception." Bat-Bane took a deep breath and said, "When someone turns around, and Schiller sees their back, the water patterns will return to calm from the very center of his vision until they disappear."

"The center of his vision will become clearer and clearer. Once it completely returns to the normal level and Schiller's eyes focus, the prey that reveals its back will be marked by him as a priority hunting target, and then he will chase them tightly until the other party dies."

"And his execution method usually carries a kind of artistic beauty. I guess this might be because Hunting and Art often appear together."

"From this guess, Art will pursue special execution methods to make the picture of death more beautiful, which is also one of the characteristics."

Bat-Bane sighed and said, "Hunting's vision focusing takes time, but once the focusing is completed and the prey is locked, Hunting's physical fitness, speed, and strength will increase to a very large extent."

"Exposing the back for a short time will attract his attention, but it will not be locked, but once locked, it is almost impossible to escape."

Oliver and Amanda looked at each other. They remembered their previous encounters. Oliver had brushed past Schiller several times without triggering his aggressive behavior, but Amanda turned and ran, and Schiller noticed her almost immediately.

"Just be careful not to face him with your back?" Amanda breathed a sigh of relief and asked.

But Bat-Bane shook his head and said, "It's not that simple."

"Why did he hang this corpse here?" Bat-Bane looked at the corpse in the center of the corridor and asked and answered himself, "He deliberately made the corpse very terrifying, just to scare people who walked up into turning around and running away. Even if you know this rule, the instinctive fear of humans is very difficult to avoid."

Amanda's face turned pale in an instant. If Bat-Bane hadn't pulled her, she would have almost been scared into turning around and running away just now.

More importantly, Amanda couldn't swear that she would definitely be able to hold back the next time she encountered such a thing. As Bat-Bane said, fear is an instinct of humans, and it is also an emotion that requires the most willpower to control.

Anyone, in pitch-black darkness with only extremely faint light, seeing a person's face with seven orifices bleeding, eyeballs bulging, and still floating upside down in mid-air, couldn't stand steadily in place. Fear and survival instinct would urge them to run away quickly. This is Schiller's trap.

Now Oliver understood that things were really troublesome.

Originally, he thought Schiller had an anchor. As long as he could find it, not to mention defeating and subduing him head-on, at least he could make his state better, and perhaps he would wake up on his own soon.

Now he found that Schiller had evolved into an impeccable state. His anchor was not his weakness, but his attack rule.

And the most outrageous thing about this attack rule is that besides being a rigid rule, it also allows Schiller to exert his subjective initiative.

In a game, when a player encounters a must-die condition, they will inevitably try to avoid it. But if at this time, the game planner exerts his subjective initiative and designs traps to make the player trigger the must-die condition.

And he doesn't just set one. On the way the player passes the level, he can set countless ones. As long as the player is fooled once, they will directly trigger the must-die rule and be completely finished. Then this planner would be scolded to death.

But reality is more illogical than games. Hunting, besides not being able to see anything with his back, is not a crazy person without reason. He can still use his wisdom to create traps. You don't expose your back, I will force you to expose your back. I can make countless mistakes, while you can only make one mistake.

"Is there any solution?" Oliver looked at Bat-Bane and said.

Bat-Bane shook his head.

"Do you think it's possible that after one person is locked and hunted, let another person expose their back to attract Schiller's attention, and then let him hunt this one, so as to drag him down?"

Bat-Bane shook his head again and said, "I was just about to say this unfortunate news: Schiller's progress bar for focusing and locking onto prey is cumulative."

"What do you mean?"

"He needs time to focus. Assuming this time is 5 seconds, you exposed your back for the first time and let him focus for two seconds, and the second time you exposed your back and let him focus for another two seconds, then when you expose your back for the third time, he only needs to focus for one more second, and you will be directly locked."

"God!" Amanda gritted her teeth and said, "Is there anything more absurd than this?"

"There is, Madam." Bat-Bane looked at her and said, "If I remember correctly, you should be the lady who wore the spearfish mask before."

"... I am indeed, what's wrong?" Amanda remembered that she was the only woman at that whole table of spearfish, so it was easy to distinguish.

"Your time is probably running out."

Amanda opened her eyes wide and looked at Bat-Bane.

"I mean, Schiller tried to get behind you several times before. No one knows how many times he succeeded, but even if there were one or two times, the progress bar for you being locked by him is already almost full..." Bat-Bane repeated again, "Your time is running out."