Chapter 629: Schiller Is Really a Good Person (Part 2)

"I'll give you the feather back. Get out of my ward. Oh, yes, take him with you." Schiller pointed at Constantine and said.

Constantine and Lucifer were stunned, and then they heard Schiller raise his voice and say: "You keep saying you are my friends, but where were you when I was dying?"

"Now I'm awake, and you two ran into my ward and chattered. Ten minutes ago, I was still lying on the bed in the emergency room, and it was uncertain whether I would live or die. After I woke up, you asked me to go to work. In this case, I have the right to resign, right?"

"What did you just say? You want to give me the feather back???" Lucifer looked at Schiller in surprise and said, "It seems that you really hit your head. How did you suddenly figure it out?"

"I take back what I said just now. I have no special interest in a feather that is not much better than a goose feather, and I will not put it in my study because it is too tasteless."

Schiller looked at Lucifer with a critical look and said, "Even if it is a whole pair of wings, I have no interest. That is not the kind of gray I like. If it is placed in the trophy cabinet, my friends will laugh at it for being old-fashioned."

Constantine watched Lucifer with his eyes wide open. Xifa's face darkened. He stretched out his hands, blocking the two of them, and said, "No, wait, Schiller, are you crazy? Why are you cursing for no reason?"

"That... Lucifer, don't be angry, he may not know, Schiller, wings are taboos for angels, just like human hairstyles, you can't say their wings are ugly, that's insulting them."

"Oh, really? Then why don't you look at your hairstyle?" Schiller looked at Constantine again and said, "Now you have an excuse to enter Wayne Manor openly, Because as long as you stand upside down, Alfred will think that his new mop has arrived. "

Constantine's face also darkened. He looked at Lucifer. He thought that the former king of hell would give Schiller a hard time. But who knew that Lucifer suddenly paused, then looked at Schiller and said, "You seem to want me to kill you. Why do you think so?"

"Can you read minds? ...Oh, of course you can." Schiller suddenly reacted. The omniscient Lucifer certainly could read minds. In front of him, it was useless to use provocation.

Schiller did want Lucifer to kill him, because he felt that he seemed to have found the reason why both sides of death would not accept him.

Lucifer didn't know where Schiller hid the feather, but Schiller himself knew that the feather was now lying in his soul.

In other words, his soul now belongs to Lucifer. As the second in command of the entire DC universe, the Endless Family has no way to compete with him. In other words, if Lucifer does not allow him to die, then he will not see death.

He originally wanted to irritate Lucifer. If Lucifer killed him personally, it would be equivalent to Lucifer personally releasing this part of the authority, and he could go to find death.

But there is still a contradiction here, that is, if the original Schiller's soul also belongs to Lucifer, and Lucifer did not allow him to die, then why did he disappear? And it seems that Lucifer did not know about this.

It has been said before that Lucifer's level is quite high. He is not nearly omniscient, but omniscient. In this case, he did not find that Schiller's soul was replaced. What does this mean?

Taking this great opportunity, Schiller wanted to do an experiment, so he planned to irritate Lucifer, but he did not expect that Lucifer's strength was too strong. He has the ability to read minds, so he saw through Schiller's trajectory.

"You want to find Death?" Lucifer soon saw more, he said: "The Death of the Endless Family? Wait... How come there is also the matter of Dream God???"

"You actually became the Pope of Dream God?!!!" Lucifer was completely angry, he said: "You betrayed me! Don't you know that Morpheus and I have a bad relationship? That stupid Dream God..."

"Sorry, I really don't know how hell usually deals with apostates? I guess it should be killing them?"

"You..." Lucifer was about to say "Do you think I dare not kill you?", then he thought about it, if he killed Schiller, wouldn't that be exactly what he wanted, letting him go to see Death?

"Although I can't kill you, I can extract your soul and lock it in hell until..." Lucifer said angrily.

"Wait a minute!" Constantine suddenly came over and stretched out a hand to stop Lucifer. He said, "... You'd better not do that."

Constantine had to stop Lucifer of course. If Lucifer really took Schiller's soul to hell, hell would be in chaos on the spot. Is the dreamland a lesson?

Facts have proved that any intelligent creature will be bewitched and tempted. As long as Schiller goes down with a mouth, Constantine believes that in a few days, an unprecedented war in hell will break out.

It doesn't matter if there is a war in hell. Constantine doesn't care how many demons die. But if all the demons are busy fighting, who can he borrow strength from?

The debt he owes is not just to the demons. He also has to rely on the power of the demons to repay the debts of other things.

Constantine can be understood as a person who uses cards to support cards. Various powers are transferred back and forth by him. In the end, he can use powerful magic without paying any price.

But if something happens in hell, the consequences of one of the cards being out of supply are very serious. Constantine doesn't want to be chased around the world, so he firmly disagrees with Lucifer taking Schiller's soul to hell.

Lucifer was a little confused about Constantine's attitude, so he paused again, and then continued: "... You gave the Dreamland to... God! Morpheus, he actually... Hahahahahahahaha! He was blown up! Well done!"

Lucifer immediately became happy. Obviously, he saw what Schiller did in the Dreamland, and he also happened to see the scene where Morpheus was blown up by Clark.

"Can you read my memory?" Schiller asked.

Lucifer shook his head and said, "No, I usually don't do that. It's easy to be infected by human thinking and do stupid things. I can see the past directly along the time node."

"Time is not linear for me. As long as I want to see, I can see anything that happens at any time point. You humans may find it difficult to understand this perspective."

Lucifer's mood improved at a visible speed. He didn't even mind Schiller's previous offense. He said, "Actually, what you said makes sense. The gray wings may be a little out of date. After all, the pictures of me in those mythological books are not as good as the ones in the past. All the wings are gray, people are probably tired of seeing them, you too, right? "

"It doesn't matter, I'll dye it black tomorrow, what do you think of adding some special effects? I think polarized color is good."

Lucifer's mood is good, and it's Schiller's turn to be in a bad mood. He looked at Constantine and said in a low voice: "Didn't you say that we can't scold his wings? ? ? ? "

"Lucifer has always been a weirdo." Constantine also leaned his head over and whispered: "Angels and demons can't understand him."

"I said I want to resign!" Schiller said loudly.

"I said I don't agree!" Lucifer also said loudly.

"Why don't you agree?"

"Then why do you want to resign?"

Schiller opened his mouth and found that his idea of ​​resigning came too strongly, so he hadn't thought of an excuse for resigning. He couldn't tell the truth, was it because of the overtime phobia caused by Green Light Industry?

After thinking for a while, Schiller said: "Because I want to return the feather to you. "

"Oh, don't be like this, I've already said, I forgive you, you were still young and ignorant at that time, if you like that feather, I'll give it to you, as long as you can go and make trouble for the god of dreams, I can give you another one." Lucifer said with expectation.

In fact, feathers are nothing to him. As long as he wants, he can conjure countless feathers and give one to everyone on the earth. Even, as long as he has a thought, all human beings can grow wings, which is not a difficult task for him.

Just when Schiller and Lucifer were in a stalemate, the door of the ward was suddenly pushed open, Bruce walked in, followed by Angela with an angry face. The female police officer held the pistol angrily and said to Bruce: "Are you crazy? Even if he killed those people, they are extremely evil villains. They even want to use mysterious chemicals to pollute the underground water source of Metropolis!"

Angela pointed outside the door and said: "The police officers of Metropolis have gone out in full force to search that underground laboratory. Just now. They called me and told me that they have found all the evidence, even the drug!"

"The data show that they not only want to pollute the water source, but have even experimented with the drug on dozens of people. My sister died because of them. Now, you actually say that Schiller should be arrested because he killed these crazy criminals?!"

Bruce stood there expressionlessly and said, "I am not exonerating the vicious owls. They are indeed guilty, but I hope Professor Schiller can go back to the Gotham Police Department with me. Detective Gordon will not wrongly accuse any good person, and his mental state also needs to be confirmed. "

To be honest, Bruce was a little shocked by the brutal and sick Schiller. Rather than bringing him to justice, Bruce's focus was on confirming Schiller's mental state.

Even if he couldn't confirm it, he had to be brought back to Gotham immediately. Only Gotham could accommodate such a madman.

Schiller pointed his hand at Bruce, then turned to look at Lucifer and said, "Look, this is why I want to resign. I just committed an extremely brutal serial murder case, so now. I'm going to court to stand trial and then go to jail. You don't want a pope who has been in jail, do you?"

As he said this, he was about to stand up from the bed and leave with Bruce. He even hinted to Bruce with his eyes, asking him to quickly take a pair of handcuffs and handcuff him away.

Who knew that Lucifer showed a disdainful smile, snapped his fingers, and said, "What will he use to judge you? Where is the evidence?"

Schiller glanced at Lucifer, then picked up the bedside phone, dialed the number of the Metropolitan Police Department, and said: "Hello? I want to turn myself in. I am the murderer of the previous serial murder case..."

"What? No serial murder case? No crime in the past three months?... Ah, sorry, I want to ask, what is the name of the largest cleaning company in the Metropolitan?... Isn't it called Snow Mountain Cleaning Company? Have you never heard of this name?"

After hanging up the phone, Schiller looked at Lucifer, and Lucifer said with a smile: "I just looked at the timeline and solved the root of this contradiction. There are no owls in this world. They have never existed since ancient times."

"In addition, these The victims of the case have also been resurrected. Oh, your name is Angela, right? Go to Anderson Psychiatric Hospital now and you will see your sister. You are welcome. "

"What crazy are you talking about? " Angela yelled at Lucifer: "How can you joke with my sister? ! She just died not long ago!"

"I am obviously kind-hearted and should be your benefactor." Lucifer looked at Angela and said, "Even if you are not grateful to me, you can't point a gun at me, right?"

"Constantine, what does he mean?" Bruce looked at Constantine again and asked, Constantine shrugged and said, "Literally."

Bruce showed that classic suspicious expression again, and then began to ask Constantine questions.

In the room, except for Schiller lying on the bed, the others were arguing in a mess, with high and low tones and chaotic overlapping sounds, which only lost to the large symphony orchestra in musicality and artistry.

Just then, a "bang" sound came, and everyone stopped.

Schiller took his hand off the guardrail that he had just hit. He folded his hands and placed them on the quilt. He looked at them expressionlessly and said, "Do you know? I'm on annual leave now..."

"According to the welfare standards of Gotham University's faculty and staff, professors like me have 12 days of standard annual leave a year, in addition, there are some other subsidized holidays, which add up to 18 days."

"The administrators of Gotham University told me that this is their excellent tradition and no one can violate it."

"Now, it's the second week since I left Gotham, which is the 14th day, which means... I've already spent more than half of my annual leave."

Schiller sighed and tried to speak in a calm tone, but he still couldn't hide his last anger. He said, "After half of the annual leave, I still haven't gotten any rest. I'll say it one last time in civilized terms that humans can understand..."

"Get out!"

After everyone was stunned for a moment, a group of people led by Constantine began to line up and walk out.

Lucifer, who was at the end of the team, shrugged and said before leaving: "A university professor only has less than 20 days of annual leave? Even my bar staff have 36 days of annual leave."

Schiller on the bed opened his eyes.

Half an hour later, Schiller, who was standing in the hospital lobby with a suitcase, picked up the public phone and said to the other end:

"Yes, that's right, it's me... Yes, ma'am, I called to confirm that as of today, my annual leave is already halfway through, right?"

"What nonsense are you talking about, Professor Rodriguez?" A sharp female voice came from the other end. It was the head of the Government Affairs Office of Gotham University. She said: "Didn't you leave on April 1st? It's only the 14th now, and only 14 days of your annual leave have passed. It's more than 20 days!"

"My annual leave is not only 18 days, but also 18 days. Oh my God?"

"Oh my God, professor, what's your memory? Didn't I tell you when you left? Professors like you have 36 days of standard annual leave. You have taken 14 days now, and there are 22 days left. Remember..."

"Of course, ma'am, of course I remember. No one can make an exception for the fine traditions of Gotham University... I will bring you specialties. Good night."

Pick up the luggage, walk out of the door, put the luggage in the trunk, walk into the driver's seat, sit down, start the engine, step on the accelerator, a series of actions in one go, Schiller held the steering wheel with one hand and twisted the radio button with the other hand.

The passionate road rock sounded, and a red sun slowly set at the end of the desolate land. On a straight road, the Ford car sped towards the end of dusk.

Watching the car slowly rushing towards the sunset, Constantine, who was leaning on the railing of the hospital rooftop, exhaled a puff of smoke, turned his head and said to Bruce next to him:

"You have to believe that Schiller is really a good person."

Constantine turned his head, looked at Bruce and asked: "If there is a great existence close to God, who promised you that he could fulfill one of your wishes, what would you choose?"

Bruce's lips moved, but in the end, he remained silent and did not answer.

Constantine turned his head back, looked at the car that had disappeared on the horizon, and the sunset that still looked extremely desolate and lonely, he put out the cigarette in his hand, exhaled the last puff of smoke, and said:

"Schiller chose 36 days of annual leave."

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