Chapter 3154

After saying that, Schiller didn't speak again. He checked the wound on Batman's chest, which was a relatively severe penetrating wound. If he didn't receive treatment in time, his lifespan should be less than two hours.

Although Schiller checked, he didn't know how to treat it, so he just stood up and stepped aside, letting Bruce, who had surgical experience, walk over.

Bruce also checked the wound and shook his head, saying, "It's not optimistic. The bleeding can't be stopped now. I need to drain the blood from his lungs first to prevent him from choking on his own blood, and then I need medicine and bandages..."

"I'll go look for some," Schiller said. "This gentleman can go with me."

He looked at Greed. Greed didn't say anything. Bruce's gaze flickered between the two of them, but in the end, he nodded.

"For safety reasons, I have to take the gun," Schiller said, taking Batman's hunting rifle. "If possible, I'll bring back some supplies, but don't hold too much hope."

After speaking, he stood up and led Greed out the door. Leaving this room, Schiller realized they should be in a lighthouse now.

He couldn't help but recall the nickname of this small village mentioned in the opening animation, "The Lighthouse Covered in Snow." The source of this nickname might be the lighthouse they were currently in.

Because it was easy to see that this lighthouse was very large. Schiller had never seen such a large lighthouse; calling it a lighthouse was really doing it a disservice. The estimated waistline was almost the same as the Colosseum.

After going out, there was a hall. The hall had windows that let in a faint light, making it possible to roughly see the situation inside the hall.

The decoration here was a bit old, looking like it hadn't been repaired for decades, but overall it was still clean, not in a dilapidated or abandoned state. The wooden floor was also good in terms of materials; besides being a bit old, one could see it had been built with care.

The entire hall was a semicircle. A circular carpet was laid on the floor in the center. To Schiller's right was the front desk, and directly opposite was a door, with a spiral staircase next to it.

Schiller carefully bypassed the carpet and came to the door opposite. He guessed that it might be a security booth or something, and there might be first-aid supplies inside.

Greed had been following behind him and at this moment walked to the other side of the door. He gave Schiller a look, and Schiller used the barrel of the hunting rifle to push the door lightly.

The door opened.

"Woof!"

"Battle start!"

The moment the door opened, Schiller and Greed both saw a black shadow dart out. Looking by the faint light outside the window, it was actually a burly hound.

"Please kill or subdue the hound within five rounds. Current round: 1."

Schiller immediately felt his soul detach from his body, able to view the situation on the field from a third-person perspective.

More importantly, when time stopped, they didn't have to play their roles but could speak directly. This was the main reason he brought Greed out.

"Where did Pride go?" Sure enough, as soon as time stopped, Greed asked, "Why did he run off halfway through the game?"

Schiller rolled his eyes and said, "He obviously went to find the Beyonder. The Beyonder copied our talents without a word; with Pride's petty nature, could he let him off?"

"I knew it," Greed sat down on the spot and said, "He can copy if he wants, but he actually threw the talent to Bruce. Pride never delays revenge; the Beyonder is probably already in trouble."

He paused and then continued, "It's just that I didn't expect him to find you. What do you think he means?"

Schiller shook his head and said, "I think they still care very much about the memory you deleted. Although I don't know what it is, I was born because of this incident after all. They might think that maybe I would trouble you, which would make you reveal what happened back then."

"The memory bank is public. After I deleted it, I don't know either," Greed said. "They are wasting their efforts."

"That's not necessarily true. You must have made full preparations before deleting the memory; maybe you'll remember it at some point."

"It's all old history, let's not mention it. It's just that I didn't expect you to be willing to come. Haven't you been on vacation?"

"Yes, but if I didn't come, they would have sent the Bishop. The Bishop refused to come no matter what, so it had to be me."

"It seems Nyarlathotep hasn't given him less trouble," Greed curled his lips and said. "Clearly he is the one closest to the pathological side; I don't believe he has no way to deal with Nyar. He's just taking the opportunity to be lazy."

"Actually, they originally wanted to send Equilibrium," Schiller said after thinking for a moment. "But it seems this game still needs my skills more, especially the combat segment."

"Those two moves of yours just now were quite handsome," Greed praised, but soon he said, "If you only focus on fighting, it would be better to let Violence... I mean Moonlight come. You must have some other mission, right?"

Schiller spread his hands and said, "The fact that Schiller once worked in a law enforcement agency simply cannot be hidden. To Batman, people from law enforcement agencies are like elephants in a crowd; they are simply too easy to identify, not to mention that Pride had previously gone to teach classes at a law enforcement agency."

"So what?" Greed said without any scruples. "Is being an agent something shameful?"

"But the problem is, how did we become agents?"

The two stared at each other.

"I said I don't know," Greed emphasized again. "I deleted that memory, and I don't remember it either, but anyway, we were caught with some dirt by them."

"Do you think this is normal? Or rather, from the perspective of others, would we be caught with dirt?"

"Uh..."

Greed hesitated slightly and said, "A wise man may make a mistake, a horse may stumble, a person may trip..."

"You know how much Batman likes to get to the bottom of things. If he sees that we were agents, he will inevitably figure out why people like us would go to be agents. Do you think you'll have any peaceful days left?"

"I don't think he can tell," Greed said hesitantly. "The personality that surfaces frequently has no agent traits. As long as you don't come out, I think it's also... Oh, my God, you aren't coming out to bait Batman, are you?"

Greed frowned deeply and said, "Super-ego and Pride can't find it out themselves, so they want to let Batman help them investigate? This is simply inviting a wolf into the house! I disagree!"

"Suspects can't enter the jury," Schiller shrugged and said. "You were the one who did it back then; now it's useless even if you disagree."

"Which Batman do they want to investigate? Don't tell me it's the Main Universe Batman... No, can't let him investigate. What if he really finds something?"

"What exactly did you hide back then?"

"I said I don't know," Greed said somewhat impatiently. "But I must have had my reasons for doing so."

"You really don't want Batman to investigate?"

"Yes, but you've already told him your identity. Don't look at how he seems to be dying now; he definitely has thousands of contingency plans in his head. After going back, he will definitely investigate to the end."

"But he can only investigate up to our universe at most; he can't investigate things from the previous life. What are you afraid of?"

"You'd better not be fishing for information from me," Greed said. "We all know that's not a previous life at all. There are at least three people in this universe who know about it. If you count Anatoly who is still alive, then there are four. How could he not find out?"

"Then he can only find out what's going on with you and Anatoly. Even Anatoly doesn't know the details of the previous life; only we know. Where do you think he's going to investigate?"

Greed paused slightly. He looked at Schiller and said, "Things only I know can only be investigated by mind reading... Bruce obtained psychoanalysis methods copied from us; only he can see the clues. No wonder Pride was in such a hurry to find the Beyonder. Is the Beyonder still harboring evil intentions?"

"That's not it," Schiller shook his head and said. "No matter how capable he is, he can't flip through the memory bank. Besides, you deleted the memory from that time; even we don't know it ourselves. Where else could he investigate?"

"It's not that simple. If Bruce knew that Schiller still had a memory he didn't even know about, and that it was the culprit who forced him into a law enforcement agency, he would absolutely jump three feet high to investigate."

"That's where the problem lies," Schiller said. "This lost memory is like Pandora's box. As you said, anything that makes you avoid it can't be anything good. If no one knows, that's fine, but what if he really finds something?"

"Then why did you appear?" Greed raised his voice slightly and said. "Isn't it enough to just not let anyone know I was an agent?"

"Covering one's ears to steal a bell," Schiller commented. "Bruce's cultivation is still shallow, and he hasn't dealt much with law enforcement agencies, so maybe he didn't see it, but the Main Universe Batman definitely saw it."

"Don't look at how he calls you 'Doctor' affectionately; once he frees up his hands, he will definitely investigate our business with Anatoly to the bottom. Once he takes action, can he still hide it from Bruce?"

"Confession is lenient, resistance is strict. If we let him know proactively, maybe he won't be so aggressive."

Greed couldn't help but rub his brow and said, "In the past, I never believed that one lie needs a thousand lies to cover it up. Now I understand a little."

"You used to just think that even if you needed a thousand lies to cover it up, you could make them up. It was just a bit of effort, no harm done. This time, if Bruce gets into some trouble because of investigating that memory, let's see how you explain it to Pride."

After Greed shouted, he lay on the ground in a spread-eagle position and said, "Maybe nothing will happen?"

"I hope you can always maintain this optimism."

Schiller stood up. He returned to his body, and Greed also floated back into his body swaying.

After the first round started, Schiller's first action was to take out the kitchen knife from his bosom and throw it to Greed, and instantly lunged to the right, dodging the hound's bite.

He turned and ran toward the door he came from, with the hound chasing behind him. Greed was stunned on the spot for two seconds before remembering to take the knife and chase.

Woof! Woof! The hound barked wildly.

Just as it was gathering strength to lunge forward, Greed stabbed it in the lower back with the knife. The hound felt pain and turned back to bite. Schiller, who was originally running away, turned back, gripped the barrel of the hunting rifle, and smashed it fiercely on the hound's head.

Bang!

The hound was smashed, tilted to one side, but soon straightened up and shook its head. Greed took advantage of its daze to lunge up, cooperating with Schiller to pin the hound under them and slice open its soft abdomen with the kitchen knife.

Immediately, viscera and blood flowed all over the ground. The hound whimpered a few times and lay on the ground, motionless.

But behind the door that had just been opened, several pairs of scarlet eyes lit up again.