Chapter 944: Schiller

Constantine hadn't had time to think about what was going on with the corpse in front of him before he heard the roar of a vehicle engine approaching from afar, followed by the sound of a car door opening. Clearly, someone was coming.

Constantine looked left and right, and then found a pile of waste materials stacked in the depths of the warehouse.

He had no time to think and rushed over, hiding under a plastic sheet. Immediately after, blinding light shone into the warehouse from the gap of the rising rolling shutter door, reflecting the ground as white as a snowy field.

The blood patterns spreading on the ground were like plum blossoms blooming in winter. Constantine's pupils shrank, because from his angle, there were at least seven or eight corpses lying on the ground of the warehouse.

And the people who walked in were a man and a woman. Because they were backlit, Constantine couldn't see their specific faces, but they spoke English with the same British accent as Constantine, so he heard their conversation very clearly.

"Lola, I said long ago that Patient No. 1 cannot be unsealed so early. When we brought him back, his performance exceeded all our previous test subjects, and he has high-functioning autism, and his mental state itself is unstable..."

"Stop talking." The woman said: "This is our joint decision. Don't you also want to see the strength of Patient No. 1?"

After saying this, she raised her chin, turned her head to look at the man, and said: "See? This is him, the most successful test subject we have so far. 15 years old, killed 11 trained security personnel with full magazines of bullets with just one knife..."

Hearing this, Constantine frowned deeply. He looked in another direction, and sure enough, there were traces left by bullets on the warehouse wall.

But judging from the bloodstains on the ground, the bullets didn't hit anyone. All the corpses lying on the ground died from sharp weapon wounds, which was why the blood sprayed so far.

"Patient No. 1..." Constantine whispered in his heart: "Who are they referring to? If this is Schiller's memory space, is it Schiller?"

Just then, the woman called Lola spoke again: "The effect is not bad. It's a pity that the security personnel sent by that old guy to escort us all died here. However, it's also his own fault. Who told him to interfere with our experiments before?"

The man beside her shook his head with some dissatisfaction: "The manpower we could send in was already limited, and you wasted so many people..."

"But it's worth it, isn't it?" Lola shrugged, walked to the side of the corpse, squatted down, checked the wound, and said: "What a beautiful knife. Elegant, precise, one-hit kill."

"Alright, stop sighing. I'll call someone to deal with the corpses here, and then quickly send Patient No. 1 to the target location. Otherwise, if it's discovered by the people here, it might be a bit troublesome."

Lola sneered and said: "In such a poor country, what energy is there to engage in security work? Rest assured, their attention is not on us at all. If you ask me, adding a few more rounds of experiments doesn't matter."

Hearing their conversation, Constantine felt a bit puzzled. He looked up and sized up this warehouse again, and then turned his head, finding two stickers on the wall. Of course, Constantine didn't know what this kind of thing was called, but he could indeed recognize that the words written on it were Chinese.

"This is not England?" Constantine turned his eyes and said in a voice only he could hear: "This bunch of people wouldn't be British spies, would they?... Oh, my god, what nonsense am I talking about? How could there be orthodox British spies?"

Constantine saw that not long after, another group of people came. The rolling shutter door was completely opened, and they started to deal with the corpses on the warehouse ground. As the flashlight light kept approaching here, Constantine thought he had to find a way to run out.

He came to find the Soul of the Curse and was not interested in Schiller's past, so he just wanted to leave this place quickly.

But just as he was thinking about whether to use some unconventional means to transfer, he saw the warehouse gate turn into a bright square, and a black shadow appeared abruptly in the square.

Judging from his figure, he was very thin and weak, less than 1.8 meters tall, with almost no traces of exercise. Outside the warehouse, in the moment the car lights flashed by, the light swept across his face, and Constantine found that this was not Schiller, at least not in appearance.

But he was also not a pure Asian. He looked a bit like a mixed-race, and what Constantine cared about most was that in the moment of flashing by, he saw this teenager's gray eyes, which were exactly the same as Schiller's.

Constantine, who was proficient in occultism, knew that the sentence "eyes are the windows to the soul" was not just a metaphor. If human souls have any external manifestation, it must be the eyes.

If Constantine met a soul in the spirit realm and wanted to find him in reality, the best way was to look at his eyes in reality. People with high spiritual sense could see people's souls through their eyes, and Constantine happened to belong to the category with very high spiritual sense.

The moment he saw this teenager's eyes, Constantine knew he should be Schiller, but why did Schiller in the memory space look different from the one in reality?

Constantine felt that it might be due to personality differences. He had seen patients with dissociative identity disorder who possessed several personalities with different appearances, and their souls also looked completely different.

Just when Constantine intended to think deeply about this problem, Schiller standing at the door didn't give anyone time to think.

Constantine saw that he was holding a long knife that looked a bit like a bone-chopping knife, about as long as a forearm, which looked a bit uncoordinated with his thin and weak figure. But soon, Constantine had no time to think about whether it was coordinated or not.

The high-beam lights of cars coming and going on the opposite highway flashed by the warehouse door.

The flowing light was like a gentle hand, brushing over the cold butcher knife. Constantine saw the neon light and shadow reflecting on the blade. Soon, such brilliant shadows disappeared, leaving only a piece of blood red.

The moment they discovered someone breaking in, the man and woman pulled out the pistols from their waists, but it was too late.

The butcher knife swung horizontally, the flowing light cut through the air, and one knife slashed on the opponent's wrist. Dodging the other person's shot, then another knife.

When the butcher knife was pulled out, with a "swish" sound, the warehouse ground illuminated by the light, the knife light moved, and the bloodstains were vigorous.

Retreating again, using the blind spot of the backlight, dodging the aiming gun line, he stuck behind the man, stabbed the sharp butcher knife into his body, and then let go of the knife handle.

Until the corpse fell to the ground, he stepped on the man's spine and pulled the knife out.

Constantine swallowed, feeling that now was not a good time to go out.

But this teenager seemed to have noticed that there were still living things in the warehouse. When he walked toward Constantine with the knife, Constantine knew that today was probably not going to end well.

Of course, Constantine was a magician. Even in the memory space, he had the means to use magic. With a flash of fire, he appeared behind Schiller, his hands glowing with golden light.

Raising his hands and turning them lightly, a golden magic array appeared between his hands. With a "clang," the long knife slashed on the magic array. The moment sparks flew, Constantine's face was illuminated.

His appearance looked weathered and tired. The teenager Schiller opposite him had a thin figure and a pale face. When the two sickly faces faced each other, Constantine could feel that his innate madness and evil were instantly ignited.

The magic array condensed into a beam of light, flying past the ear of the teenager Schiller. He turned his head slightly to look at where the light landed, and in an instant, a scorched mark appeared there.

The knife handle of the long knife moved from the index finger to the little finger, and then back to the index finger. The moment the thin finger joints gripped the bandage on the knife handle, Constantine retreated rapidly again. When he clenched his fists, another beam of light was shot out.

The teenager Schiller rushed up again. Constantine condensed a magic shield to block, but at this moment, he saw the teenager opposite him reveal a cold sneer.

The next second, he rushed to the right side at a speed that Constantine could barely see, and threw the butcher knife.

Constantine hurriedly twisted the magic shield, but was instantly knocked down by the long knife. When he was slashed, he realized that this knife was much heavier than he imagined, and Schiller's strength was much greater than he imagined.

The blade cut through his skin and continued to fly forward. With a "clang," it fell to the right front of Constantine.

Constantine, lying on the ground, let out a scream and panted heavily. He saw the teenager Schiller walk over, pick up the knife, and then turn around to size him up. But just then, Constantine revealed a cold sneer.

A series of electric lights jumped out from his body. When they touched Schiller's feet, they paralyzed him for a moment. Another stream of light hit him and flew him away. Constantine climbed up shakily, picked up the knife, and then said:

"What a good knife..."

The moment he touched the handle of the long knife, he knew he had found the "weakness item" Zatanna mentioned, but this also meant that this world would become even more terrifying.

The injured Constantine didn't stay long. While Schiller hadn't recovered from the impact of the stream of light, he quickly ran out of the warehouse and pulled down the rolling shutter door.

And when he hijacked a car, he saw a figure standing in the dark warehouse door watching him, but didn't chase him.

Constantine's fingers on the knife handle exerted a little force, but soon, he hung the long knife inside his trench coat, then hijacked a car and drove toward an unknown intersection.

While speeding on the highway, Constantine determined that this was not England. The strange architectural style, the mysterious characters he couldn't understand, the car audio music completely different from the British radio...

For the first time, Constantine became curious about Schiller's past. Why did he have a personality who grew up in an Eastern country? And why did he eventually come to the East Coast of the United States and come to Gotham?

But what made Constantine feel even more concerned was, who were the man and woman with British accents who appeared in the warehouse? And what was going on with the so-called experiment and Patient No. 1? ===== CHAPTER 945 =====