PFC Chapter 2888 When Night Falls (6)
Chapter 2888 When Night Falls (6)
Chapter 2888 When Night Falls (VI)
In an instant, the cross in Dick's hand was snatched away before he straightened up, and then it was ruthlessly inserted into his back from top to bottom.
A raging flame burst out and Dick let out a scream, but Schiller pulled the cross away and kicked him on the shoulder, and Dick fell into the corner.
Reflective leather shoes appeared in front of him, a figure squatted down, the screaming stopped abruptly, and the end of the cross that was still dripping with blood was inserted directly into Dick's mouth.
The red light in his eyes flashed twice and then disappeared, and cruelty turned into fear.
"Shh..."
Schiller, who was squatting in front of him, made a gesture to him to keep quiet.
Being able to touch the cross and being able to have your brain stem pierced directly by the cross are two different things.
Dick dared not move, because the other end of the cross was in Schiller's hand. As long as he pushed forward with force, his end would be no different from committing suicide.
Schiller took the necklace back and waved it in front of Dick again, and the angry red light appeared again.
"No matter how stupid a person is, he will not turn his back to the enemy." Schiller said with a smile: "Do you want to admit that you are stupid, or do you want to admit that just a necklace from Batman has revealed the biggest flaw in your life?"
Dick kicked his legs instinctively, but Schiller seemed to regard this as resistance. He grabbed the cross and lifted it up. Dick whimpered in pain, and blood from his bloody upper jaw dripped from the corners of his mouth.
With a bang, the door opened and Batman stood outside.
With a bang, the door was closed. Dick withdrew his hand that he had just raised and looked at Schiller with an almost pleading look.
"Don't come in yet." Schiller said to the outside, "I won't do anything to him. If I wanted to kill him, his head would have fallen off the moment he lowered his head."
What really stopped Batman was the last sentence - "For him, you might as well just kill him if you come in now."
There was no more sound coming from outside the door.
Dick squeezed out a few syllables from his throat, which sounded like "let me go", but it was obvious that he had no hope.
"Don't be impatient." Schiller looked Dick straight in the eye and said, "Where are your fangs? Show them to me."
Dick glared at him and grabbed the cross with both hands, trying to pull it out.
But before he could exert any strength, Schiller pushed him hard again, and a large amount of blood, as if he had bitten his tongue to commit suicide, rushed directly into Dick's throat, choking him so that he could only twitch on the spot.
Fortunately, he was already dead, otherwise he would have choked himself to death with just this one blow.
Dick didn't dare to move anymore, because even if he didn't need to breathe, the feeling of blood choking into his trachea was not pleasant. More importantly, he could tell from Schiller's expression that if he did it again, his head would be nailed through.
The sore jaw pulled the muscles of the neck, and the fangs stretched out uncontrollably. Schiller seemed very interested. He observed this special contraction structure and suspected that there might be a gland hidden in the upper tooth cavity.
"You can do magic, right? Help me get that box." Schiller looked at Dick and said.
Dick couldn't deny it because he had just closed the door with his telekinesis. He didn't know what Schiller was going to do, but the cross against his throat forced him to do it.
The box flew over, but rolled on the ground for several times before falling into Schiller's hand. Schiller frowned, but did not touch the cross again.
Dick looked at him with smugness again.
This smug look lasted only until Schiller opened the box, which was filled with surgical instruments that gleamed with cold light.
"Boy, you have two choices now." Schiller still maintained that decent smile, and even when he was squatting, his clothes were not wrinkled at all.
"First, you pull out the two fangs yourself. Second, I'll help you pull them out."
Dick's eyes widened and he whimpered and shook his head, but Schiller had already taken a pair of pliers from the box and handed them to him.
Seeing that Dick's hands didn't move, Schiller simply opened the pliers himself.
When the well-maintained fingertips lifted his lips, Dick collapsed. He shook his head desperately and grabbed Schiller's wrist and pulled him out.
But with the cross pressed against his mouth, he had little room to move. He gasped for breath while crying, and with his trembling hands he stroked the back of Schiller's hand and pinched the pliers.
His hands were shaking so much that he couldn't aim at anything, so Schiller had to grab his wrist and aim, and Dick squeezed open the pliers and clamped his fangs.
"Good boy, it won't hurt."
"Well!!!!!!!!!!"
As a fang fell to the ground, Dick stretched his body upwards weakly like a fish, blood gushing from the right corner of his mouth. It seemed that more than just a tooth was pulled out. The red light in his right eye dimmed almost immediately.
"That's enough, Schiller, let him go."
Batman appeared outside the door again, his voice trembling as he repeated, "Let him go! Schiller!!"
This time, Dick used all his strength to turn his head and looked at Batman with a look as if for help, whimpering continuously, and Batman's hand also touched the batarang.
Schiller stood up and turned to look at him, with a cold expression on his face that was almost pious.
"You either get a lamb or you get a body... your choice, Batman."
Batman's fingertips trembled as he watched Schiller slightly bend his arm in preparation for exerting force. He was sure that if he made any more moves now, the other party would pierce Dick's brain stem without hesitation.
Then Schiller turned his head back, looked down at Dick and said, "You have 30 seconds to deal with the other tusk."
Just as Schiller turned his head, a black shadow suddenly pounced on him and Batman knocked Schiller away. His head hit the corner of the bed and blood gushed out.
Dick, who had lost the clamp, seemed to have no reaction at all. He just sat there blankly and even forgot to use magic.
The cross did not fly out of his hand. The moment Schiller was knocked down, he stabbed Batman's waist with the cross.
A muffled groan came from his ears, and Batman was not to be outdone. He grabbed Schiller's left shoulder and punched him in the right face. Schiller pinned him down in turn and inserted the pulled out cross into his left shoulder again.
Schiller stood up shakily, spat out a mouthful of blood, and turned to look at Dick.
"20 seconds."
Dick seemed to finally realize that he could use magic, and he raised his hand, but he didn't know who to point his hand at.
It is obvious that his biggest enemy is Batman. Now Batman has two penetrating wounds. One more will be fatal. His mission in Wayne Manor is accomplished.
But Batman came to save him. Once Batman dies, what will happen to this devil named Schiller? Who can stop him? !
The moment Dick hesitated, Schiller lifted Batman off the ground and put the cross against his neck.
"10 seconds."
"Get out of here, Dick," Batman gasped. "Don't hurt your brothers and sisters, and do whatever you want with the rest."
Batman had never been so weak. The blow to his waist might have caused his kidney to rupture, and the blow to his shoulder was still bleeding. He even had difficulty speaking.
"If you dare to leave, he will definitely die." Schiller looked at Dick and said, "Five seconds."
Schiller's last words were the straw that broke the camel's back - "Being Batman's dog and obeying all his orders is what you're supposed to do, Dick?"
"Don't listen to him! Dick! Get out of here!!!"
Dick exhaled shakily, picked up the pliers with even shakier hands, and aimed them at his other fang.
"No… Dick!! No!!!!"
"Ugh!!!!"
As the white teeth and pliers slipped off together, Schiller threw Batman aside and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his hand.
"Well done, boy."
Batman rushed over and hugged Dick. The strong smell of blood rushed into his nose. Dick slowly hugged Batman's solid chest with his arms and opened his mouth to bite Batman's neck.
But he no longer has fangs.
Tears mixed with blood on his face flowed down, but before they reached Batman, Batman fainted due to the serious injuries.
"I didn't expect you to come." Schiller repeated what he had said when he opened the door, but this time the true meaning of his words was written on his face, a kind of interested sarcasm.
"I thought you would go to Batman in that situation, or were you afraid to even face him alone?"
"Shut up!" Dick gritted his teeth viciously. He wasn't seriously injured and could even use magic to heal Batman's wounds, but he was so weak that he couldn't stand up and even spoke weakly.
Schiller looked down at the blood-stained necklace in his hand and said, "The blessing on the back of this thing is commonly used in the Church of England, where the holy vessels are particularly powerful. From the moment it appeared on Batman's body, you could guess who he would give it to. This represents Batman's blatant preference."
"No one got it, but it disappeared, so you guessed that this thing might be in my hands, so you would rather destroy the original plan and come to me first. You want to know if Batman really gave me this most important protective prop."
"How can I say hello to you, Dick?" Schiller stroked the necklace in his hand and said, "I really don't know if the vampire virus has burned your brain. He gave me the protective gear because he knew I would really be in danger. And you, the little bird hiding under his wings, what kind of good armor do you need?"
Dick opened his mouth and was about to speak, but seemed to be distracted by the pain in his mouth and was unable to speak immediately.
He covered his neck and coughed twice, spitting out some blood. The pain on his gums almost pierced his brain, making him a little dizzy.
Schiller suddenly dropped his sarcastic tone and said, "But I can still give it to you. You can wear it around your neck blatantly and show it off to everyone. It is you who has earned this preference."
Dick instinctively raised his eyes to look at him.
There's no hope, he thought desperately.
Schiller walked up to him, tilted his head slightly and said, "You look like a puppy wagging its tail for mercy. Do you often do this in front of Batman?"
The sound of breaking air paused, and Schiller lightly grabbed Dick's wrist, then said, "Batman was able to punch me because he is a father worthy of respect. I accept the fact that I will pay the price for angering him."
"And you, Dick, if you had really done what a son should do, you wouldn't have ended up in such a miserable situation."
Schiller took out the necklace again, waved it in front of Dick and said, "I'm just being kind so that you can still maintain the last bit of dignity in front of them. Otherwise, you are not even the same species as them, so how can you compete fairly with them for Batman's love?"
Schiller shook Dick's hand off and said, "From the moment you gave up resistance and voluntarily turned into a vampire, any extra attention you received from Batman was only from your different body, not your soul - he was paying attention to a monster, not Dick Grayson, not his... child."
Dick looked at him, his face had never been so pale, and his brain tortured by pain seemed to be split open, but he still bit his lips tightly.
Schiller leaned forward, looked at him with smiling eyes and asked: "Now, answer me, do you need this necklace?"
Looking at the flashing silver light, Dick stared at the necklace for a long time. He felt that he could not think, but it seemed that he had thought a lot. His eyes felt dry, but it seemed that he was always crying.
It's vigilance, not preference; it's a monster, not a child.
After a while, he nodded woodenly.
Schiller smiled with satisfaction.
"Turn around, I'll put it on for you."
The Devil Among Devils