Chapter 3162: The Detective Shall Die (24)

Returning to the stairwell, Shiler looked up. Greed followed behind him, seemingly not taking the previous awkwardness to heart. The two Jokers walked behind him, and Bruce walked at the end.

When going upstairs, Greed lagged behind by two steps and came to Bruce's side. Bruce said to him: "I see you didn't eat much. Are you okay?"

"Not bad," Greed nodded and said: "How about you? How is your hand?"

Bruce looked down at his hand. He threw a critical failure when treating, causing his hand to be cut, but it was cut relatively shallowly, so it was no big deal.

As soon as he walked to the fourth floor, Shiler smelled a familiar stench again. It was the smell of rotting fish. The overly thick stench made him almost unable to care about anything else.

He stopped at the stairwell above, stood sideways, looked at the people walking up, and said: "You go first."

"What does this mean?!" Greed shouted: "Do you want us to be cannon fodder for pathfinding?"

"That's right. Now only two people have guns. Except for me, the other one's shooting speed won't be faster than mine. You'd better be fast."

Although the movements of the others were slow, they still walked to the front. Shiler did this to prevent himself from suddenly triggering a check while walking in front, and being thrown a critical failure by the tampered dice, leading to his serious injury. The wound on his shoulder was already a deep enough lesson.

Greed walked slowly, holding his nose while walking. When approaching the room where the smell came from, he really couldn't bear it anymore, "Ugh!"

The Joker also bent down and vomited, seemingly disgusted. The faces of the others didn't look good either. The smell in the corridor was somewhat beyond the scope of what humans could accept.

Shiler walked in and saw fish all over the floor. Beside them lay a female corpse with a burst belly and a male corpse with his throat cut. Blood, excrement, and visceral fragments were everywhere. It was a mess.

There were obvious signs of fighting in the room. Shiler could roughly see at a glance that the two dead people in this room should have fought. If there were no accidents, the man wanted to kill the woman, but was counter-killed by the woman.

However, what was more eerie was that after the woman counter-killed, she didn't deal with the corpse, nor did she run away, but like the corpse in the kitchen of the cabin, she ate a large amount of raw fish, and finally her belly burst for some reason.

Shiler first looked at the man's corpse. He was wearing a plaid shirt and had calluses on his hands. Shiler reached out and flipped through his trouser pockets, finding a few screws.

The black dice were thrown up again. It was undoubtedly a critical failure. However, Shiler immediately stood aside after checking the corpse, so even if it was a critical failure, it was at most no clues.

Shiler originally thought so. As a result, after the dice were thrown, the corpse moved.

Shiler was so angry that he laughed. Isn't this much easier to use than any necromancy? He now took turns flipping through the trouser pockets of all the corpses, throwing critical failures one by one, and he could become the most stylish necromancer in the world.

"Combat start..."

It was that slurred tone again, and it didn't say how to win. Shiler resignedly stood to the side, waiting for time to stop and the turn to start.

After time stopped, Greed said sarcastically: "Didn't you say it's okay to hit monsters with firearms? Then you hit one now!"

Shiler picked up the shotgun, aimed, "Bang!"

The bullet hit the corpse's chest squarely.

Everyone was startled by him.

No, man, you really hit it?!

Then the dark muzzle aimed at Greed.

"Wait a minute!" Greed stretched out a hand and said: "Don't shoot first! Let me explain!"

"Don't waste bullets," Bruce also seemed to realize that the Shiler on the field now wasn't Pride, so he said: "Solve the monster first."

"Now it's not a monster problem at all," Shiler's train of thought didn't follow them at all. He said: "If you don't explain it clearly, I guarantee this will be the last chance for time to stop."

"Don't be impulsive," Bruce said: "There is more than one person with a gun on the field. You can't keep threatening us with a gun."

"You know I'm Shiler, so you should understand that using a gun to threaten you is the gentlest way I choose." Shiler turned the muzzle to point at Bruce again.

Greed hurriedly pulled Bruce and whispered in his ear: "Don't provoke him, this isn't Pride!"

"Who is he?" Bruce also asked in a low voice.

"Didn't he say it? An ordinary agent."

"He's an agent?! You've worked as an agent???"

"It's all old history," Greed said.

Bruce pursed his lips. This was a bit troublesome.

Agents were quite magical creatures. Their life creed was to refuse to back down and not be responsible.

The first training for agents would emphasize that they couldn't show weakness, at any time, because they represented not only themselves, but the law enforcement power of the law enforcement agency behind them.

Once an agent bowed his head to someone, then all agents could bow their heads to everyone, and the law enforcement power would become a joke.

So agents would definitely be taught not to show weakness at any time, even if the conflict was intensified, the person responsible wasn't them, but others who didn't back down to them, and they would face more accusations because of this.

At least all American agents were like this, and this range even included policemen and soldiers, because all the above law enforcement agencies were just simple stability-maintaining machines, not undertaking any mission of national survival and development, just the knife head of the American-brand meat grinder.

Agents wouldn't negotiate. Either you listen to him, or you go to his boss and let his boss listen to you. There was no other way to deal with them. Even if you had stood at the highest point of this country, you could only take temporary delaying tactics when facing them.

"This is troublesome," Bruce said: "He only has one bullet now. Do you think he will shoot you or me?"

"He can shoot you first, and then kill me with that knife," Greed said: "I don't think we have much room to resist. What do you think?"

Bruce hadn't really seen Shiler take action. He was the kind of person who wouldn't shed tears until he saw the coffin, and felt he was very capable until he died. However, it wouldn't work today, because he couldn't see anything now.

"Calm down, sir," the Pale Knight stood out and said: "We have a common enemy now, there's no need to make trouble because of some small friction. They didn't agree with your choice of exploration, but they just wanted to take care of the wounded, and didn't they follow you out? Since they have chosen to take risks, there's no need to count on them."

Shiler slowly lowered his gun.

Greed immediately looked at the Pale Knight and understood Shiler's plan to win him over. And at this time, Bruce asked: "What's the background of this guy? He looks a bit like the Joker when he was young?"

"He is the Joker," Greed said.

Not right, Bruce shook his head. Although he couldn't see now, he could see before. Every move of this guy didn't look like someone from the bottom, but like a successor who had received a good education.

"It's complicated," Greed continued: "But he saved Gotham."

"What?!" Bruce added in his heart, "How can there be a master? Whose subordinate is this again?!"

"Don't pretend to be kind there," Owlman suddenly said: "If you really want to maintain them, you should have agreed to their proposal to stay. The existence of a doctor is very precious and shouldn't take such a big risk."

Hearing Owlman speak for him, Bruce breathed a sigh of relief, but not for the current situation, but thinking that fortunately Pride wasn't there, otherwise this Owlman could be sprayed into a daze.

Shiler turned the muzzle to point at Owlman, and Owlman also took out a pistol to point at Shiler.

The Pale Knight had already walked to Shiler's side at this time. He looked at Owlman and said: "You don't look like a Batman at all. I don't know which imposter you are, but the Batman downstairs is a thousand times more noble than you even if he dies."

This mouth was also not to be outdone. Bruce thought, but they couldn't let them quarrel like this anymore. Now wasn't the time to fall apart.

He just wanted to speak, but the Pale Knight turned to him and said: "You are about the same. You two are birds of a feather. You are evil, he is incompetent, and together you are evil and incompetent."

Bruce's fire also rushed up. He looked at the Pale Knight and said: "Then what about you? A lunatic disguised as a man of justice? Do you think you are useful?"

"I agree with his point of view," the Joker stood by and laughed gloomily, but his eyes were looking at Bruce. Clearly, he agreed with the Pale Knight's point of view. He said: "You are like a child who hasn't been weaned. Does this make you feel proud? Fortunately, you have enough mothers."

Bruce took a deep breath, and Greed hurriedly pulled him.

Seeing Greed's action, Shiler understood. In fact, the one who should be won over wasn't the evil Batman Owlman, but the Joker.

Owlman wasn't a crazy Batman. He was orderly to neutral evil, not chaotic evil like the Joker.

The Joker would never sincerely cooperate with anyone. Even in dealing with Batman, he didn't need any teammates at all. Even if Greed could let him take action once or twice, it was only because the result of the action could let him see the fun, not because he really considered the team's interests.

Shiler understood everything in an instant.

What was the Joker's core interest? Of course, it was always to torture Batman.

Among the three Batmen on the field, one had already rebelled, one had already gone crazy, and only one normal one was left. Then the Joker would definitely choose to torture this normal one.

So the main-universe Batman fell first.

Although the mastermind might be Greed, the Joker must have contributed a lot to make this Batman, who was most like Batman, fall.

If the dice were really replaced by him, his goal was not to let Bruce treat the main-universe Batman. He wanted the main-universe Batman to suffer torture.

But once this goal couldn't be achieved, there was no basis for cooperation between him and Greed, and he might even defect.

"Batman is dying," Shiler suddenly said to the Joker: "Is this what you want? Let him die in the opening of the game for no reason?"

"Isn't this very good?" The Joker curled his lips and said: "There are so many people waiting to be saved here, so many mysteries waiting to be solved, but he can't do anything, can only leave this beautiful world with a belly full of questions."

Shiler knew it was the Joker's design as soon as he heard it. For a patient with late-stage detective cancer, the puzzle hadn't been solved, the murderer hadn't been caught, and he was about to leave this world. It was indeed enough torture.

"No," Shiler said: "For a detective, helplessness is more painful than death."

"He is helpless now."

"He is just dying, not without wisdom and means. If he dies now and finishes watching our game, he will only feel that if he could do better."

The Joker's face darkened.

"Only when he is here can you prove that he is helpless. If he dies, he will be the greatest detective forever." ===== CHAPTER 3163 =====