Chapter 3306

Shiler's fingertips paused slightly. He looked at Blood and said, "It seems you have already investigated me, but didn't find any problems. I personally feel that I am just a nobody, but if you see me as very important, it proves that what I am doing is having an impact on your plan, or even a major impact."

"I haven't done much since I came here, nothing more than closing the municipal government, destroying the Charabanc family, spreading the rumors of the death gambling game to the world, making most of the rich people in Cat Getan wanted criminals, making the police commissioner resign, and making the Lower East Side chaotic."

"Although these are just some minor tasks, they have indeed produced good results. If this chaotic situation has disturbed you, then I feel very sorry. But since you didn't step in to stop it halfway, then it's your own fault for ending up with this result."

"If you intend to persuade me to give up something now, I can only tell you that the plan has progressed to this point, and the accelerator is no longer under my feet. If you want the car to stop, you have to think carefully about who is adding fuel to the engine now."

These words were too straightforward, and Blood was speechless. Shiler, however, didn't intend to let him go; he said directly:

"You think I'm the culprit who provoked the chaos, and if it weren't for me, the city could still maintain peace, right?"

"I don't want to use sharp language to accuse you; I just want to tell you that the peace you claim to maintain is only the peace of the upper class. And the chaos I provoked is the choice of most ordinary people in this city."

"If you insist on standing on the side of the rich now, then naturally someone will come to deal with you. And if you realize that hypocritical peace is just a fig leaf for oppression, then perhaps you can also use your magical little magic to do something for ordinary people. They will be grateful to you."

Blood put down his wine glass and said, "I don't participate in human social affairs."

"Then it seems you don't intend to stop me, that's just right," Shiler nodded and said, "I was worried that you would use your magic to favor one side. It's best if you are willing to stand by and watch."

Blood's belly full of words was choked back by him again.

"Regarding the capsule, I can only tell you that I have indeed dealt with some existences and obtained some things from them. I won't use these things indiscriminately, but you have no standing to ask me to show mercy."

"This is very dangerous," Blood said very patiently, "I don't know who the object you contracted with is, but they must be harboring evil intentions. This seemingly simple and unbreakable means can indeed allow you to achieve your goals faster, but the price you have to pay for it is unimaginable, and it may not stop at death."

"Then can you save me?"

"That depends on who the object of your contract is," Blood said very seriously, "If I recognize them, perhaps I can help you intercede."

"Who do you think it is?"

"This power makes me feel strange, I can't be sure, so I invited you here. Can you let me see the capsule?"

Shiler didn't decline either, and took a red wine capsule out of his bosom and handed it to Blood.

Blood stared at the capsule for a long time, and his complexion became heavier and heavier. After a long while, he put the capsule on the coffee table and then said, "I'm sorry, this power makes me feel very strange. I don't seem to recognize the owner of the power, and I might not be able to help you."

"Then our conversation ends here?"

"Of course not. I want to tell you, don't use this kind of power again, especially don't use them on ordinary people. This is good for no one."

Blood stood up slowly and then said, "I have seen many people who claim to be saving people and making deals with the devil, but this is actually a false proposition. The devil won't help you save people; this is all just a scam."

"Which eye of yours saw me saving people?" Shiler said somewhat puzzled, "Does it mean that people who ate the capsule are cured of all diseases?"

Blood opened his mouth, but still said, "It's even more wrong to use it to kill people. The devil's power will amplify the evil thoughts in your heart, and one day it will be impossible to clean up."

"So, people who ate the capsule are all dead?" Shiler asked again, "Then what about their bodies? Can you let me see them?"

Blood was speechless again, because the people who ate the capsule were indeed not dead, just unconscious.

Shiler looked at him from bottom to top and said, "The vocabulary of your preaching is a bit old-fashioned, but I'll take it as you being good for me. Is there anything else besides this?"

Blood held the wine glass and looked at him helplessly.

Shiler also stood up from the sofa, buttoned his suit, and then said, "Before you say these things to me, you should first figure out your position. If you are human, think about who you are standing on the side of. If you are not, think about what reason you have to interfere with human choices."

Blood was slightly startled. Shiler shook his head and said, "I really don't understand you people, good at long-winded talk, but have no core ideas; think you are thoughtful, but always have hands faster than brains; seemingly unfathomable, but actually can't even figure out the most basic problems."

He looked up at the decoration of the room, walked out while saying, "You should apologize to the designer. I suggest you improve your ideological level so that you can match a house that looks so knowledgeable. If you really don't have time, you can give me the house."

After Shiler left, Blood stood in place and pondered for a long time. Then he put down the wine glass and extinguished the fire in the fireplace. When he stepped out of the door, he didn't appear in the alley of Bourbon Street, but came to the front of a church.

He walked into the church. A very tall man was wearing a cleaner's uniform, holding a broom and sweeping the floor. When he turned around, his eyes looked lifeless, like a dying man.

Blood walked over and sat on the chair in the first row of the church. The tall man put the broom aside and also walked over to sit down.

"Paul, do you think I'm meddling in other people's business?"

The tall man called Paul tilted his head somewhat puzzled, looked at Blood and said, "What's wrong with you? Mr. Priest?"

"I just met a very strange person," Blood said, "He said I shouldn't interfere in human social affairs. Do you think that's the case?"

"You just want to make this city more peaceful," Paul shook his head and said.

"But what if chaos is people's own choice?"

"Then you should educate them," Paul thought for a while and said, "Isn't that what a priest does?"

"What should I teach them?" Blood leaned on the back of the chair, staring at the huge cross in the center of the church, "Let them be quiet, endure, obey God's will... until they die?"

"Of course it should be like this," Paul said, "If everyone can listen to God, then there will be no war and death. Isn't this a good thing?"

"What if someone doesn't listen?" Blood turned to look at Paul and said, "Have you read the news? Have you heard about the death gambling game? That is evil that would shock even the devil."

Paul touched his hair and said, "I've been in the hospital for a while, I haven't heard of any evil things. But I think if someone did that, then you go educate them and make them quiet."

Blood let out a long sigh. He looked at Paul and said, "How is your health? Is the chemotherapy still not working?"

Paul revealed a miserable smile and said, "Cancer is an incurable disease anyway, everything is just delaying time. But it's good to live a few more days."

Blood suddenly thought of Shiler's move of staring at the Ordain company today. He asked instinctively: "Which brand of medical equipment do you use for your check-ups in the hospital?"

Paul was stunned, then shook his head and said, "I don't know. I haven't been to school much, I don't understand these."

"This doesn't require schooling, Paul. Next time you go for a check-up, take a look at the label on the machine. If you can't remember the words, then remember the pattern and come back and draw it for me."

"Okay, if you need it, I will try my best."

Blood looked thoughtful when he left the church. Paul looked at his back and was silent for a while.

Soon, the church welcomed new guests. A man in a suit and leather shoes, full of elite style, walked in. He didn't seem to be meeting Paul for the first time, and as soon as he walked in, he said directly: "I heard your health is getting worse and worse. Have you considered it?"

Paul lowered his eyes, seemingly thinking. The man seemed somewhat impatient and said, "Only we have the ability to provide you with the best medical conditions and let you continue your life. And you only need to act with those criminals. If you miss this opportunity, you can only wait for death."

Paul gripped the broom and said, "I can promise you, but I won't commit crimes."

"Don't worry, not only will you not commit crimes, but you will be a police officer. Alright, big guy, I'll come to pick you up to measure your size at this time tomorrow. Once the uniform is customized, you will replace that damn Batman and become Cat Getan's new hero."

"I don't want to be a hero, I just want to live."

After the man left, Paul stood under the cross until another figure appeared behind the cross.

A woman flipped down from the cross. Paul stared at her fixedly. When the hood was taken off, revealing the face that was corroded by chemicals and almost ugly, Paul seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

"They really came to find me. They said they would continue my life and provide me with uniforms and weapons to deal with Batman."

"I said I didn't lie to you," the woman's hoarse voice resounded in the church, and she said, "You are the last descendant of the Vare family. Batman stole everything from your family. Now is the best opportunity for you to take revenge."

"Yes..." Paul murmured, "I will take back everything I lost."

He turned his head, and that firm face, under the shadow division of the towering cross, revealed two completely different colors, half light, half dark.

"Sorry, God. I wanted to be an angel... but I'm dying." The soft whisper disappeared into another night in Cat Getan.

Blood, who had left the church, took out his mobile phone. He didn't dial any number at all and pressed the call button directly.

"Hello, it's me, the priest who invited you to be a guest during the day. I think what you said makes a lot of sense, perhaps we can talk again?"

Shiler, who was checking the information and was having a headache, roared at the other end of the phone: "Talk talk talk! What's there to talk about? Did I say so much during the day for nothing?!!"

"No, I just thought about what you said..."

With a "pop," Shiler hung up the phone and couldn't help complaining: "So annoying! Why can't the people here understand human language?!"

Soon, the phone rang again. After picking it up, it was still Blood's voice on the other end. Shiler didn't listen to what he said at all, just roared at the other end of the phone.

"I'll repeat it one last time—give me the house!"

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