Chapter 2309: Gotham Music Festival (57)

After the sobered Orm left, Arthur also wanted to follow. He also wanted to know what was going on, but later he thought about it. With Shiler also present and closer to him, why didn't he just ask Shiler directly?

Anyway, either he planned this whole thing, or... he planned it. In short, just ask him directly.

However, there was one thing that was quite awkward. This guy named Atlan looked like he had a relationship with Atlantis, and Arthur had only recently told his little friends about his true background. Now going to ask about Shiler's plan really looked like probing for enemy intelligence.

Who knew Shiler had already started telling Natasha, and it didn't look like he wanted to avoid anyone.

"From the moment I discovered I was seasick in this universe, I began to collect relevant information. The information collected at the beginning was naturally related to the ship."

"Later, after several experiments, this had nothing to do with the size of the ship, the degree of stability, or the sailing route, which made me have to suspect that the culprit of my seasickness might be the ocean."

"I told you before, my previous life's method of death was naturally also within my investigation range, but leaving a psychological shadow on me wasn't an easy thing. I queried the memory bank and the structure of the Tower's operation and didn't discover any phobia related to the ocean."

"Then what you told us before..." Natasha raised her tone and said.

"I didn't say anything." Shiler spread his hands and said: "I just told you my method of death. I didn't make any evaluation of it, let alone say that I left a psychological shadow because of it, and therefore got seasick."

"Alright, it's like this again." Natasha waved her hand, clearly already adapted.

"Originally, I had already begun to investigate the ocean's landform environment in this universe. Naturally, I also locked onto several suspicious figures from my cognition. Just then, several news items broke into my line of sight."

"That's right, Da Xizhou. This gambling ship that has been explosively popular in the past few years can avoid all maritime law enforcement forces' searches. This is clearly not normal."

"Most of the news related to this ship is also speculation and there is no solid evidence, but this doesn't mean I couldn't understand the situation on the ship, because there are always people who came back alive."

"Thanks to the development of the Internet, I disguised myself as a paranormal enthusiast very interested in ghost ships and sent emails to survivors of Da Xizhou who had appeared in the media or leaked their own news, hoping they could provide me with what they saw and heard on the ship."

"When most people told me that their wishes really came true, either having a large sum of money or solving business troubles, I knew the mastermind definitely wasn't human, at least the means they adopted weren't means in human society."

"Then I expanded the search area, began to further interview people who understood or had contact with Da Xizhou, and then I obtained a very useful piece of information: the wishes that Da Xizhou could realize didn't include resurrecting dead people."

"In this way, I excluded Heaven and Hell, because angels and demons are always doing such things in transactions. They actually can resurrect humans and also know very clearly how much desire humans have in this regard."

"So although the humans they resurrected can no longer be called humans, they are still very happy to take this as their propaganda focus, rather than directly stating like the owner of Da Xizhou that they can't resurrect."

"Since they explicitly said they can't resurrect, it means their status level won't be too high, at least lower than demon princes and archangels. Knowing this, things were easy to handle."

"Wait, you wouldn't be..." Natasha revealed an 'as expected' expression. She stared at Shiler and said: "When he first came to this universe, Nick was acting mysterious and often disappeared into thin air. He said he went to a party with old friends. Damn it, where did he get old friends in this universe?"

Shiler smiled and said: "He naturally has old friends. I've known him for quite a long time."

Natasha sighed long, waved in front of her nose, and said: "What did you few do again? Just say it directly."

Shiler revealed a smile, looked at Oliver, and said: "Amanda is dead. This stupid girl chose to hide in the wardrobe. I sent her to reunite with her family."

Looking at Shiler's sincere smile, Oliver and Black Canary felt a chill.

Amanda woke up.

Having experienced full-blown fear, intense pain, and long darkness, she finally regained consciousness.

Hell...

This was her first vague thought.

No, there wouldn't be a hell more terrifying than the previous experience.

Amanda remembered that she came to the second floor to mobilize the manpower she brought onto the ship, but discovered that her living subordinates were already few and far between. There were only the people her boss sent in, but Amanda wasn't familiar with that Kayla who was transferred from the West Coast, and Amanda didn't trust her.

Looking at the few passengers left, Amanda felt that it was still more important to save her own life, so she found a room in the most corner and hid in the wardrobe.

In her view, since Shiler had to count seconds against the back to start the hunt, then as long as she lay down or faced the wall, Shiler's line of sight couldn't pass through the wall.

But she was wrong.

Shiler's footsteps came from near to far, but there was no pause, and there was no hesitation or wandering in the process of searching, heading straight for Amanda, as if crossing several corridors or even a floor, directly seeing Amanda hiding in the wardrobe.

Amanda only dared to hide in the wardrobe, but this was the most wrong choice she made in her life. Shiler came, opened the door, and dragged her out of the wardrobe—breaking her neck with the cabinet door.

Her body was outside the wardrobe, only her head disappeared into the wardrobe. Her hands made countless scratches around the gap of the cabinet door, blood seeping into it, as if a brand-new thinking organ had grown in her neck, replacing her head, not only smarter but also more beautiful.

The pain wasn't that intense, nor was it very difficult to endure. Before death, Amanda didn't see the fragments of her life most worthy of remembering as written in many legends. She only felt that she was like toilet paper thrown into a flush toilet, sucked by some kind of vortex, falling at high speed all the way.

Finally, the awakened her saw a piece of dark red.

A black oval color block had been shaking back and forth in front of her, seeming to be saying something. Amanda could see but couldn't hear, only feeling that this thing was shaking her into a state of annoyance.

"Stop shaking!" Amanda roared.

The other party might not be able to hear her speak, or didn't care at all, still shaking back and forth in front of Amanda, walking from left to right, from right to left.

Amanda slapped it with a 'slap'.

This slap stunned both of them.

Amanda suddenly regained all her vision and hearing after slapping, and the other party completely didn't expect Amanda to actually take action directly.

"What is going on with this?!"

Amanda heard the other party shout, and judging from the accent, this guy was definitely a black man.

"How is it so powerful... what do you mean I'm talking nonsense? Damn it, she can even jump up and slap me. You come over and take a look!"

Another figure leaned over. Amanda, who was gradually regaining her vision, discovered that it was a handsome black-haired white man, and the black man before was a one-eyed black bald man wearing an eyepatch.

"Oh, her. She is that woman with a special itinerary... Hello, Ms. Amanda Waller."

Amanda shook hands with that handsome black-haired man in a daze. Just as she wanted to open her mouth to ask, another long-faced man wearing a strange mage robe walked over, holding a sheepskin scroll in his hand, frowning and saying: "What's wrong? Why isn't the team moving? They are waiting in front."

The black man pulled Amanda out of the team, also shook hands with her, and said: "Nick Fury, Director of S. H. I. E. L. D., Madam, please follow me. You go this way."

Amanda walked to the other side with him, while seeing a long line waiting in front, all of which were semi-transparent humans.

Looking and looking, Amanda discovered, how come these are all acquaintances?

Can't say very familiar, but at least they often bumped into each other in the last day—aren't these all passengers on the cruise ship?

Amanda just thought of this when the two people taking her seemed to go to socialize with some people, and only that one-eyed black man let her wait in place, while the others disappeared.

Amanda decided to follow the team forward. The team was very long, but Amanda discovered that her speed was much faster than usual, and she walked to the very front in a while.

A demon was sitting at the very front.

A typical demon image, with goat horns on its head, feet were goat hooves, a head of long black hair and blood-red horizontal pupils, grabbing a quill pen in its claws, burying its head in writing on the sheepskin scroll floating in front of it.

"Hans Back! Soul weight... 26 grams? Damn it, the sin on this guy is a full 5 grams heavy??? What has he done... Oh, sexually assaulted and massacred a family of four in a village in southern Mexico six years ago, and also burned the corpses, later leading three village massacres, tsk tsk tsk, devil..."

"Raven! Raven... what? Your name is Lee Oris? Forget it, use the name at birth! There's a guy in front who insists he's not called Lillian, called what... 'Black Gun'? Sorry, we don't call nicknames here! Go up and weigh!"

Amanda saw a scale next to the demon. It was the most ordinary kind of brass scale used to weigh powder. Everyone had to walk onto it to weigh, and the little demon squatting next to it would shout out the weight, while the demon writing would record it.

A little further away from the writing demon, Amanda saw the one black and two white people before talking to a man with wings and a monster that looked like a big fly.

The expressions on the faces of these three were neither terrified nor flattering, carrying the common enthusiasm in the business world, and their eyes also revealed the cunning and shrewdness of long-time business experience.

What was even stranger was that the two on the opposite side also had such an expression, and even the three points of hypocrisy in their smiles and the greedy light in their eyes were exactly the same.

Amanda didn't even need to lean over to hear them say.

"... Indeed suffered heavy losses. That damn Barbatos made several generals under my hand lose everything. You say the hearts are scattered, the team is also not easy to lead. As a Great Prince, I work early and late, isn't it just to get some high-quality military rations to stabilize the hearts of the people? You guys really helped me a lot..."

"The quality of this batch of sinner souls is indeed not bad." The handsome man with wings said: "The average soul weight is 24 grams. Such sinful souls are rare even in the hands of Hell's generals..."

"There should be quite a few humans with sins in this world, right?" The long-faced mage questioned, saying: "How can sinner souls be scarce in Hell?"

The big fly waved its wings and said: "You don't understand this. The conditions for sinner souls are too harsh. They must be born villains, have no grievances, blaspheme and betray ethics, never repent, go from bad to worse, and at the last moment of death, they are still doing evil, and they must accept ritual execution, which is painful and not dying well. Only then can the soul weight be heavy. If one item doesn't meet the criteria, the soul weight will be greatly reduced."

The three suddenly realized. ===== CHAPTER 2310 =====