Chapter 2909: When Night Falls (38)

Take Central City for example. The crime rate is indeed not high, and the public security situation is among the best in the United States, but the premise is that missing person cases cannot be counted, or that missing persons cannot be easily characterized as deaths due to crime, otherwise the crime rate would rise sharply.

Immigrant communities are the hardest-hit areas for missing person cases, just like the community where Schiller and Constantine are now. The police force here is thin, no one pays attention, most people rent houses to live, the population flow is large, and many people engaged in criminal industries change places after one shot. If someone in a house suddenly disappears, no one will feel surprised.

This is a natural hunting ground for serial killers.

Not everyone has the ability to satisfy their own perverted habits while facing the massive search and arrest of the police. Most people can actually only do one of these things well, so naturally, many serial killers who are unwilling to deal with the police come to such cities.

Or rather, they are rolled by that group of peers with both virtue and art, and have to come to such cities.

After all, there are many people in this world who can fight wits and courage with Batman while completing artistic creations. If they can't compete with such people, they can only retreat to third-tier cities to make a living.

Schiller walked around the community twice and targeted a house. The residents of this house should have killed many people, but they shouldn't be the kind of killers who kill only to satisfy spiritual desires. It seems like they are doing some blood or organ business.

Schiller was not very willing to kill an organ trafficker, but it was still a bit difficult to find an artist in such a city. He could only see if this guy could give him some surprises.

Schiller did not climb over the wall. There was a sewer opening at the bottom of the wall where he was. From the wear and tear of the rust, it could be observed that the railing above the sewer opening was often opened.

And there were some human tissues left on the edge, not many, but very fresh. Someone probably poured some things down here every two days, probably minced meat.

According to the deterioration of these tissues, today should be the day that person came to dump the trash.

He was very daring, probably because there were no decent superheroes in this city. The Flash was not as comprehensive as Superman, nor was he careful enough. He ran too fast and almost never paid attention to a remote community. Since the sewer opening at the very end was stained with some tissues, there was naturally no need to dump the body far away.

Schiller waited for a while, until the sun slanted westward and the temperature began to drop, and finally a man carrying a bucket turned the corner.

He didn't see anything clearly before he was knocked down and then knocked unconscious. Schiller helped him pour the things in the bucket into the sewer and found the key to the house on him. Sure enough, he was the resident of this house.

Schiller dragged the person into the house, but he knew that if this person died in his house like this, no one would probably find out until it rotted and gave off a huge odor. Even if the temperature was quite high now, it would take a few days, and Schiller couldn't wait that long.

He walked around the house, and very unsurprisingly, there was a basement. The key to the basement was also on the key ring. Schiller didn't spend much effort to open the door.

However, this man did give Schiller a surprise. He was actually not an organ trafficker, but an organ collector.

This man might have some medical background and was obsessed with human internal organs, so he opened an internal organ museum in his basement. Except for the work area, the entire basement was filled with dense shelves, inside which were organs soaked in solution. A rough estimate would be that there were organs of hundreds of people.

Schiller looked at the labels. This man had been doing this for nearly 30 years. Because he was not picky and had no special preferences, purely random killings, he had never been discovered.

Schiller went to the work area to take a look. The method of dumping the body was simple. The useful parts were left behind, the useless parts were smashed, and the difficult parts like hair and bones were dissolved with chemicals and poured into the sewer.

It was because the law enforcement level of Central City was not high that he hadn't been discovered for so many years. But in fact, for ordinary people with low ability, this relatively simple method of dumping bodies was the lowest risk. That kind of fancy method was too easy to fail.

Schiller thought for a while and felt that a case involving hundreds of people should be enough to attract the attention of the Central City police. Once the Central City police discovered that they might not be able to handle this situation, they would inevitably ask the Flash for help, and he could be lured out.

It seemed that this person could not be killed. Not only could he not be killed, but he also had to make some noise so that the police could discover this case.

Schiller tied the man up and returned to the house where Constantine caught the thief. It seemed that he had already solved the problem and got the wallet back.

Seeing Schiller walk over, Constantine shook the wallet in his hand and said, "Done, I beat him up."

"Follow me," Schiller said.

When the two of them returned to the house and saw the tied-up man again, Constantine was still a little puzzled, because although this guy looked strong, he was really nothing special, just that kind of very ordinary middle-aged American.

It wasn't until Constantine saw the spectacular scene in the basement that he looked at this man with new eyes. When it comes to perversion, it really has to be you Americans.

Schiller briefly recounted his plan, and Constantine felt there was no problem. Of course, how to make this man make some noise naturally still relied on magic.

Constantine went up and set up a magic circle. When he untied the rope, the man rushed out like a zombie.

Not long after, the harsh siren sounded at the edge of the community. Most of the curtains on the windows were pulled open a small crack. Many people wanted to know what happened.

Two police cars stopped in front of the man's house. The police broke in, went in for about ten minutes, and then fled the house like flying.

Obviously, they called for support. The second batch of police cars was not just two. It seemed that the entire Central City police force had come to this community, and all kinds of professional personnel walked out of the police cars.

What surprised Constantine and Schiller was that the police didn't need to ask the Flash for help. Barry Allen was actually a member of the police system.

He didn't look like a police officer, but like that kind of technical personnel who maintains the crime scene. Schiller observed carefully and found that he should be an officer in the evidence analysis department.

But unfortunately, he was relatively young, looked like he had no field experience, and was always ordered around to run errands. Later, he even ended up pulling the warning line.

But precisely because he was far from the center of the vortex, Constantine found an opportunity and called him over.

At this time, Barry also knew Constantine, so he was willing to come with him, but he didn't know Schiller. Seeing Constantine bring a stranger, he immediately became vigilant.

Fortunately, Schiller was not dressed in strange clothes and looked like a scholar rather than a supervillain. After hesitating for a while, Barry stayed.

They went to the coffee shop next door to drink coffee—this is very common in the American police world. Most of the time, one or two core members are busy, and others lean on police cars drinking coffee and eating donuts.

Because Barry was not a core member, he only heard that there was a case, but didn't know the severity. Hearing that Constantine had important things to tell him, he left the crime scene with peace of mind.

Constantine told Barry the ins and outs in the most concise language. Of course, this sounded a bit too unbelievable. After all, this period of time was at least a month away from the outbreak of the vampire incident.

"You mean, in the future, I will be bitten by a vampire and become an inside ghost in the Justice League. Others are not sure they can deal with me, so you hope I will deal with myself?"

"Listen, I know this is a bit absurd, but you must believe me. You should know the particularity of the Speed Force. Now the Justice League may be shrouded in your shadow."

Barry hesitated slightly, but still said, "I am willing to help, but what can I do? Go into the Speed Force and have a fight with him? Or should I avoid being bitten?"

"You being bitten is probably unavoidable," Schiller said. "The vampire should have targeted you long ago. Unless you can hide in the Speed Force forever and never come out, you will eventually be transformed."

"Then is there any way to change back?" the Flash said. "I don't want to become a monster that drinks blood, and I don't want to hurt others in the Justice League."

"Then find a way to stop yourself," Schiller said. "As long as you can drag him down, we can solve the vampire. Once we find a way to reverse the transformation, you can change back."

Barry was obviously a little worried, but finally nodded. He looked at Schiller again and said, "I know this request might be a bit excessive, but I want to see the process of me being bitten."

"You hope to head to the future?"

"Yes, perhaps we can stop it?"

Schiller also knew that once the Flash at this point in time knew that he would be transformed into a vampire in the future, the Flash would definitely want to travel through time to stop the tragedy. If he didn't let him try, he wouldn't give up.

But Constantine and Schiller both agreed that there is a thousand-day thief, but no thousand-day defense against a thief. If the vampire is determined to transform the Flash, then stopping it once might lead to a second or third time. No one can stay there and consume with them forever.

But Schiller did not persuade from this angle. He just said, "The vampire needs an inside ghost in the Justice League. If they find they can't bite you, who do you think they will bite?"

Barry was stunned immediately, and then he shook his head and said, "Okay, let it be me. If they really bit Batman and Superman, I can't imagine what kind of disaster that would be."

"Barry, I must tell you another piece of bad news," Schiller said. "Although I didn't see it with my own eyes, I suspect Hal Jordan's situation is not good."

Barry stood up with a swoosh and said, "What do you mean?! You mean the future me attacked Hal?!"

"Who would you help first in the Justice League?"

"... Perhaps Hal."

"Then who would the evil you attack first?"

Barry was already sitting on pins and needles. He began to pace in front of the table and then said, "Don't waste time. Where can I find that monster? I can't let him hurt Hal... What should I do?"

"If nothing goes wrong, he should be guarding your young self now, because we gave him the illusion that we would attack your infancy."

Schiller gave Barry a specific plan. He said, "You follow the Speed Force to find him, and then try your best to drag him down. If you have any remaining energy, you can search in the Speed Force. I guess Hal might have been kidnapped by him."

Barry nodded vigorously and said, "Don't worry, I will definitely save Hal!" ===== CHAPTER 2910 =====