Chapter 942: The Mystery of Schiller's Past (Part 2)

Before Constantine had time to think about what was going on with the body that appeared in front of him, he heard the roar of the vehicle engine from far to near, followed by the sound of the car door opening. It was obvious that someone was coming.

Constantine looked around and discovered that there was a pile of waste piled deep in the warehouse.

He had no time to think, so he rushed over and hid under a piece of plastic sheet. Then, dazzling light entered the warehouse from the gap in the rolling shutter door, making the ground as white as snow.

The lines of blood spreading on the ground were like plum blossoms blooming in winter. Constantine's eyes shrank suddenly, because from his point of view, there were at least seven or eight corpses lying on the floor of the warehouse.

The people who walked in were a man and a woman. Because of the light behind him, Constantine couldn't see their specific faces, but they spoke English with the same British accent as Constantine. Therefore, he translated the conversation between the two Hear it very clearly.

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

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

After saying that, she raised her chin, turned to the corpses, looked at the man and said, "Did you see it? This is him, our most successful experiment so far, 15 years old, killed with only a knife 11 trained security personnel with fully loaded guns died..."

Hearing this, Constantine frowned deeply. He looked in the other direction. Sure enough, there were traces of bullets on the wall of the warehouse.

But judging from the blood stains on the ground, the bullets did not hit anyone. All the corpses lying on the ground died from sharp blade wounds, which is why the blood spattered 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?"

At this moment, the woman named Laura spoke again: "The effect is not bad, but it's a pity that the security personnel sent by the old guy to escort us are all here. However, he deserves it. Who let Did he interfere with our experiments before?"

The man next to her shook his head with dissatisfaction and said: "We don't have many people to send in, and you still waste so many people..."

"But it's worth it, isn't it?" Laura shrugged, walked to the corpse, squatted down, checked the wound, and said, "What a beautiful knife, elegant, precise, and fatal in one blow."

"Okay, don't sigh. I'll call someone to get rid of all the bodies here, and then quickly send Patient No. 1 to the target location. Otherwise, if someone here discovers it, it will be a bit troublesome."

Laura sneered and said: "How can such a poor country have the energy to carry out security work? Don't worry, their attention is not on us at all. If you ask me, it doesn't matter if we add a few more rounds of experiments."

Hearing their conversation, Constantine felt a little confused. He looked up at the warehouse again, and then turned around and found two stickers on the wall. Of course, Constantine didn't know what this kind of thing was called. It was a small advertisement, but he did recognize that the writing on it was in Chinese.

"This is not Britain?" Constantine rolled his eyes and said in a voice that only he could hear: "Aren't these people British spies?...Oh, God, what nonsense am I talking about? Will there be legitimate British spies?”

Constantine saw that not long after, another group of people came, and the rolling shutter door was completely opened. They began to deal with the bodies on the warehouse floor. As the light of the flashlight continued to come here, Constantine thought, He had to find a way to escape.

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

But just when he was thinking about whether to use some unconventional means to transfer, he saw that the door of the warehouse turned into a bright square, and a black shadow suddenly appeared in the square.

Judging from his body shape, he was very thin, less than 1.8 meters tall, with almost no signs of exercise. Outside the warehouse, the moment the car lights flashed by, the light passed over his face. Constantine discovered that this was not Schiller, at least not in appearance.

But he was not a pure Asian, he looked a bit like a mixed race. What worried Constantine the most was that in a flash, he saw this boy with the same gray eyes as Schiller.

Constantine, who is proficient in mysticism, knows that the phrase "the eyes are the windows to the soul" is not just a metaphor. If the human soul has any external form of expression, it must be the eyes.

If Constantine meets a soul in the spiritual world and wants to find him in reality, the best way is to look at his eyes in reality. People with high spiritual awareness can see the human soul through their eyes. And Constantine happens to belong to that type of person with very high spiritual awareness.

The moment he saw the boy's eyes, Constantine knew that 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 had several personalities with different appearances and different souls.

Just when Constantine was about to think deeply about this problem, Schiller, who was standing in front of the door, did not give anyone time to think.

Constantine saw that he was holding a long knife that looked a bit like a bone-chopping knife, about the length of his forearm, which was a bit inconsistent with his thin body, but soon, Constantine had no time to think about the problem of inconsistency.

The traffic on the opposite highway was all turning on the high beam, and the lights flashed outside the warehouse door.

The stream of light was like a gentle hand, brushing across the cold butcher knife. Constantine saw that the blade reflected the neon light and shadow. Soon, such a gorgeous shadow disappeared, leaving only a blood-red.

The moment they found someone breaking in, the man and the woman took out the pistols at their waists, but it was too late.

The butcher knife swung horizontally, the stream of light cut through the air, and a knife cut on the opponent's wrist, rolling to avoid the shooting of another person, and then another knife.

When the butcher knife was pulled out, there was a "swish" sound. The warehouse floor illuminated by the light was covered with blood.

He turned back again and retreated. Using the blind spot of the backlight to avoid the aiming gun line, he stuck behind the man, stabbed the sharp butcher knife into his body, and then released the handle.

He stepped on the man's spine and pulled the knife out until the body fell to the ground.

Constantine swallowed his saliva. He felt that it was not a good time to go out.

However, the boy seemed to have noticed that there were still living things in the warehouse. When he walked towards Constantine with a knife, Constantine knew that today might not be a good day.

Of course, Constantine was a magician. Even in the memory space, he had the means to use magic. With a flash of fire, it appeared on Schiller's back, and his hands lit up with golden light.

He raised his hands and turned them gently. The golden magic circle appeared between his hands. With a "clang", the long knife chopped on the magic circle. At the moment when sparks splashed, Constantine's face was illuminated.

His appearance looked vicissitudes and tired, while the boy opposite him was thin and pale. When the two sick faces faced each other, Constantine could feel that his innate madness and evil were instantly ignited.

The magic circle condensed and turned into a beam of light, which flew past the ear of the young Schiller. He turned his head slightly and looked at the place where the light landed. In an instant, a burnt mark appeared there.

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

The young Schiller bullied him again, and Constantine condensed a magic shield to block it, but at this time, he saw that the boy opposite him showed a sneer.

The next second, he sprinted to the right at a speed that Constantine could hardly see clearly and threw the butcher knife.

Constantine hurriedly turned the magic shield, but was knocked down by the long knife in an instant. When he was chopped on his body, he found that the knife was much heavier than he thought, and Schiller's strength was much greater than he thought.

The blade cut his skin and continued to fly forward. With a "clang", it landed in front of Constantine's right.

Constantine, who was lying on the ground, screamed and panted heavily. He saw that the young Schiller came over, picked up the knife, and then turned around to look at him, but at this moment, Constantine sneered.

A series of electric lights jumped out from his body, and when they touched Schiller's feet, he was paralyzed for a moment. Another stream of light made him fly out. Constantine staggered to his feet, picked up the knife, and said:

"What a good knife..."

When he touched the handle of the long knife, he knew that he had found the "weak item" mentioned by Zatanna, but this also meant that the world would become more terrifying.

The injured Constantine did not stay for long. While Schiller was still not recovered from the impact of the streamer, he quickly ran out of the warehouse and pulled down the shutter door.

When he was robbing the car, he saw a figure standing in the dark warehouse door, watching him, but did not catch up.

Constantine's hand holding the handle of the knife, his knuckles slightly exerted force, but soon, he hung the long knife on the inside of his windbreaker, then robbed a car and drove towards an unknown intersection.

While speeding on the road, Constantine was sure that this was not Britain. The unfamiliar architectural style, the mysterious words that he could not understand, and the car music that was completely different from the British radio...

For the first time, Constantine became curious about Schiller's past. Why did he have a personality that grew up in an oriental country? And why did he end up on the east coast of the United States and in Gotham?

But what made Constantine feel more concerned was who the man and woman with British accents who appeared in the warehouse were? What was the so-called experiment and patient No. 1?