PFC Chapter 2291 Gotham Music Chapter (3)
Chapter 2291 Gotham Music Chapter (3)
Chapter 2291 Gotham Music Festival (Thirty)
At this moment, Bruce cursed the organizer of this event in his heart with all the dirty words he knew.
As the greatest detective in the world, there was no way he couldn't figure out that this was a setup against Schiller.
Schiller was seasick, so they held a game on the sea that Schiller had to participate in. Oliver was the bait. Both Oliver himself and his ongoing career were the reasons why Schiller had to get on the boat.
At this moment, Bruce was cursing the organizers in his heart, not because they used despicable means to lure Schiller into the game, but because these geniuses didn't even investigate the target person before making a plan!
Bruce really wanted to pry open their skulls to see how many tons of seawater were in their heads. Looking at the staff who were checking the invited guests on board the cruise ship one by one, Bruce roared in his heart, do you know whose prison this is? !
Bruce had the urge to jump off ship.
Because his keen observation was telling him that the personality traits that dominated Schiller's body now were not manipulation, but more like the madman that Bruce saw when he first met Morbid.
Bruce looked at the sea beside him hesitantly, then raised his head to look at the Gotham Pier not far away. The boat was not too far from the land. If he jumped down now, he should be able to swim to the pier quickly.
But even if the ship has gone a long way, the wisest choice at this time is to jump down and swim. Even if you swim across half of the Atlantic Ocean, it is much safer than stepping onto the ship at this time.
But Bruce hesitated. Besides those who were participating in the game, there were also some tourists who bought tickets to board the ship. They just wanted to go on the ship out of curiosity. They were all innocent ordinary people.
Thinking of this, Bruce cursed the organizer a thousand times in his heart.
As soon as he looked up, Bruce saw Schiller, who was already standing on the deck of the cruise ship, looking back at him, his face pale and his eyes dull.
But he is laughing.
Bruce's back was almost instantly soaked with cold sweat. Great, this was his prison now.
Bruce instantly took a step to the side, letting a staff member block his figure. After making sure that Schiller had turned and walked towards the cabin, he rejoined the inspection team.
Something was wrong. Bruce took a deep breath. This was the first time since he graduated that he felt such unparalleled pressure from Schiller again.
Bruce didn't understand why the madness that Schiller had shown before was not his end. When his curiosity shifted from what kind of person Schiller was to whether Schiller was a human being, he knew that in order to survive, he should stop.
For the first time, Bruce suppressed his curiosity and began to concentrate all his energy on thinking of countermeasures.
This matter was doomed to fail. No matter who set up this scheme, he had geniusly hit all of Schiller's weaknesses, influenced Oliver, interfered with Mexico, inflicted pain on Schiller, and attempted to manipulate him.
He also intensified all of Schiller's madness with even greater genius, making Schiller's patients out of control, threatening the revolutionary cause, making pain bring extreme excitement, and turning manipulation into a clumsy game.
Now Bruce has only one goal, to survive and help more ordinary people survive.
The interior of the Atlantis was indeed as prosperous as rumored, but what was even more amazing was the extremely unique decorative style.
The first floor of the cabin is a huge circular plaza. The circular walls divide the entire floor into ten circular spaces. Countless arches connect these spaces, and there are different gambling games in each circular space.
The gambling games have their serial numbers marked with mysterious ancient characters above them. At the outermost circle of the ring there is a building resembling the Temple of Athens, which is the window for exchanging chips.
Visitors exchange their property for chips here, and then walk in a circular manner. When they complete a round of game and win the gamble, they can go to the next ring along the archway corresponding to the number of the game. In the center of the ten concentric circles hangs the exciting jackpot amount.
At the end of the concentric circles, a platform slowly floated up, and the old man with the trident printed on his forehead appeared in front of everyone. He raised his arms and shouted loudly: "The Atlantis welcomes you. Let's have fun tonight!"
The crowd burst into loud cheers, but in contrast there was a deathly silence on the second floor.
The second floor is also a circular architectural space, but the difference is that the patterns on the floor float up in full view of the public, turning into round tables of varying sizes.
Patterns of marine life appeared on the edge of the round table, and people discovered that this corresponded to each mask.
The old man appeared on the second floor again and asked everyone to stand in the corresponding positions according to the image of his mask.
Schiller quickly found the pattern of octopus tentacles, and then he discovered that all the patterns on the table were octopuses, but with different numbers of tentacles below.
He looked at the table next to him and found the same thing. Some of the people were starfish with different numbers of tentacles, and some of the people were sharks with different numbers of teeth.
So they can be simply called Octopus No. 1, Starfish No. 1, or Shark No. 1. Schiller's octopus has 7 tentacles, the most tentacles on the octopus table, and his number is Octopus No. 7.
Schiller saw the woman who had come to talk to him before. The pattern on the table where she was sitting was a marlin, but the number of the marlin's eyes was different. Judging from the position, the woman's number was Marlin No. 3.
Of course, Schiller also recognized Bruce, who had been staring at him. The pattern on Bruce's desk was a killer whale. Based on the number of white spots on the killer whale's body, Bruce was killer whale number 1.
The pattern on the table where Christopher was standing was a turtle, and based on the number of patterns on its shell, he was turtle number 4.
Schiller lowered his head to observe the specific appearance of the pattern and took a sip of the aerosol in his hand. Octopus No. 6 next to him said in surprise: "They asked you to bring this up, didn't they say you can't bring anything else?"
His voice was so loud that everyone focused their attention on Schiller. Schiller took a deep breath, coughed a few times, and said, "If they don't let me take it, I will die here soon."
Schiller was very weak, with no sign of acting at all. He was dizzy, in pain, having difficulty breathing, and his heartbeat was rapid. He even seemed to have difficulty speaking. He supported himself on the table with one hand and held the mouthpiece of the aerosol can to his lips with the other hand, as if he would pass out if he took one less puff.
Everyone silently withdrew their gazes. Most people thought that there was no need to pay too much attention to this tuberculosis patient. Even if a conflict might arise later, this kind of person was not the biggest threat.
On the contrary, most of them turned their attention to the tables of killer whales and turtles. Judging from the size of these people, most of them were very strong.
Then people began to speculate that the animals might be grouped according to their strength. It seemed that the turtles at the table were the largest and had the most fat ones. The killer whales at the table were generally taller and stronger, and they were obviously martial artists. The marlins at the table were not strong but more well-proportioned. The octopuses at the table were, on the contrary, relatively thin.
But the table with octopus was not the weakest. In addition to octopus, there were also jellyfish, corals and krill. The people at these tables were generally women, the elderly and children, and they were not in good physical condition. Most of them were hunched and timid.
Some people frowned and looked dissatisfied when they saw that there were children, but no one spoke.
At this time, the organizer announced the entry of the challengers, and a group of people wearing the same formal attire and masks walked out from the left and right sides of the venue and came to the tables with the corresponding patterns.
There were originally only four people at the octopus table, and the three that came later made up for the seven people. The same situation occurred at the other tables. When everyone was present, people found that the marlin, whale, coral and krill tables had the most people, generally with more than a dozen people, while the others had fewer people, less than 4.
Octopus's table turned out to be the one with the fewest people, with only seven in total, and Schiller discovered that, apart from him, the others should know each other.
"You must have discovered that all challengers and challenged are in the same group, with odd and even numbers facing each other..."
As soon as the old man said this, voices of doubt arose from the audience, because there were many tables with odd numbers of people like Schiller's table, so it was impossible for two people to face each other. They wanted to know where the people who challenged them or were challenged by them were.
"For some reasons, some challengers and challengees advance in advance, and their opponents receive a bye. Those who don't have a corresponding opponent can watch the game at the table or take a rest first."
No one moved.
Obviously these people intend to watch the gambling here and accumulate experience for their subsequent confrontation.
Bruce did not have a bye. His opponent was Orca No. 3, who was standing diagonally across from him. From the name on the invitation letter, Bruce knew that it was his former college classmate and now a wanted criminal by the FBI, Roman Sionis.
Sionis once accused Schiller together with Elliott, but was subsequently wanted and imprisoned. He was first detained in Arkham Asylum and later in Florence Supermax Prison. So far, he should not have served his sentence.
Bruce didn't know why Sionis challenged him, but the fact that Sionis appeared here already explained a lot.
Just when everyone thought the organizer was going to announce the start of the game, the old man on the stage suddenly changed the subject and said, "In order to thank some generous guests for their sponsorship of this game, a VIP audience seat has been specially set up for this game. Audiences who have purchased VIP tickets will be able to watch the entire game."
After he finished speaking, he pointed with his finger, and the stone wall in the center of the circular wall slowly opened, revealing the VIPs sitting inside, but they were also wearing masks, so their true identities could not be seen.
There were not many VIP guests, but they filled two rows. There seemed to be more than 20 of them, all wearing masks of marine creatures. However, their masks were all of prehistoric creatures that are now extinct, such as Dunkleosteus, Mosasaur, Leviathan, Megalodon, etc.
There was a big protest on the field. Apparently, some people did not want their grudge game to be watched by others.
The old man immediately said, "Considering that the rules of this game have been changed, those who don't want to participate can choose to quit. Does anyone want to quit?"
Several people from the coral group and the krill group immediately raised their hands, and they raised their hands in pairs. It was obvious that they had reached a consensus and decided not to settle the grudge here.
The staff immediately stepped forward and took them away. Just a few seconds after they left the room, the wall close to the sea opened and the bodies were thrown into the sea. The blood dyed the sea surface red, and the white waves raised by the cruise ship were dyed a strange pink color.
There was silence.
A few seconds later, screams and chaos broke out, but the door of the playground slammed shut and the old man raised three fingers.
"You have three seconds to return to your seats. Contestants who do not appear in their seats after three seconds will be deemed to have automatically given up."
All the people who had rushed out in panic screamed and crawled back to their positions, angrily pushing away everyone who blocked their way, and appeared where they should be.
Schiller still stood there expressionlessly, his completely unfocused eyes making people feel that he could not see anything and was not thinking about anything.
Only a very few people with extremely keen observation skills could see that every time his eyes passed over a woman's figure, he was trying to focus, but failed every time.
Come on
(End of this chapter)