The icy moonlight poured into the room through the intact windows.

In the room with red wooden floors and green sconces, desks, armchairs, and other furniture are gone, replaced by a long table with dark green table runners.

The figures sitting on either side of the table looked a little strange.

The first man was dressed in a police uniform, with a burly figure and a serious face.

The second man had big wings, blond hair and blue eyes, handsome and beautiful.

The third man was dressed in a suit and had a red poppy pinned to his chest.

The fourth man was wearing a long purple suit, smiling without making an expression.

The fifth man wore a tweed trench coat and a beret, dressed like an English gentleman, but looked cramped and uneasy.

The sixth man was thin and small, pale, with a grim expression and an obnoxious hooked nose.

And the man standing on the throne, dressed in a dark green suit and a red tie, held an empty goblet in his hand.

Schiller's expression was not cold, his facial muscles relaxed, but no one could relax because of it, and when he began to pace slowly around the room, the heels of his leather shoes hitting the floor with a deafening echo.

"I know, you may be wondering, why am I so rude to invite you to my banquet without preparing any dishes?"

Schiller suddenly stopped, turned his head to look at the table, and at the people on either side of the table, and he turned his hand slightly, and the goblet he twisted in his hand said in a deep voice:

"I know there are a lot of my kind in this world, but once they start to flood, I get bored, just like you hate mass-farmed pigs."

"For this. I had to do something to control their numbers, but it was a boring process, and I wanted someone to do it for me...... Batman would be a good candidate. ”

Schiller stopped in front of the long table, gently put down the goblet in his hand and said: Before touching him personally, I only thought that he would be a good knife, but now. I've changed my opinion, so there's no need for the delicacies that were supposed to be in front of you. ”

Gordon, who was sitting on the left, turned his head to look at Schiller, he stared at Schiller's face and asked, "...... What did you do with Bruce? ”

Schiller looked at him and shook his head slightly, saying, "Detective, I'm not a killer, I've never killed anyone, I'm not a sadist, I'm not interested in torturing anyone. ”

"I never ask anyone to do anything for me, and all those who make pilgrimages to me are my lowly, poor, but very devout believers, a flock of lost lambs."

Schiller gently opened his hands and said, "I have never set any traps, never told lies, never used deceptive means, but I am not afraid to dissect the real me to anyone." ”

Gordon felt his heart beat violently, and the pressure brought by Schiller made him almost breathless, Schiller bent slightly sideways to look into Gordon's eyes, and said, "What they voluntarily offered to me has nothing to do with me at all." ”

Gordon slowly closed his eyes and fingers grasped the armrest, while the other figure sitting to the right of the long table suddenly turned his head to look at the door leading to the lounge in the corner of the office.

The ends of his huge white wings trembled, and Lucifer took a hand to the table, looked at Schiller, and said solemnly, "Don't do that." Schiller, you know, this will take you further and further away from what you want. ”

Schiller turned his head suddenly, staring into Lucifer's eyes, he reached out and picked up the goblet on the table, glanced at Lucifer, turned around, and walked to the wall where the door to the lounge was.

I don't know when there was an extra tap, like the one that was attached to a wine barrel, delicate, slender, reflecting the luster of metal.

The glass goblet reached under the faucet, and when one hand gently unscrewed the valve, the red liquid fell into the cup, and everyone at the table had different expressions.

Copote, who was sitting at the very end, moved his nose slightly, and kept squinting his eyes, as if he was asleep, Jack suddenly woke up and began to become a little excited.

Alberto's face was expressionless, Thomas Constantine was a little puzzled, and Lucifer frowned deeply, turning his head to look at the door of the lounge from time to time.

Schiller came back with a small half cup of liquid, and he came to Lucifer's side, bent down, and brought the cup to his lips.

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Lucifer raised his eyes to look at him, Schiller raised the corners of his mouth slightly, bent his waist lower, and pressed it to his ear and said, "You and I both understand that he is special." ”

"Schiller." Lucifer called Schiller's name very seriously, and said to him with a serious face: "If you do this, then you will never have the freedom you want." ”

"Yes, anyone who intersects with him has the potential to become a stepping stone to his growth, will not die, will only live in pain forever, and then when he needs it, he will continue to stand up and burn himself, adding a few points to his greatness."

"No one can escape this fate, including you, and your father, all your great powers are not worth mentioning in front of his fate, and your powerful ability to turn things around and destroy the universe may be written down as a few words at any time and disappear forever."

Schiller tilted his head, stared Lucifer in the eye from the front and said, "You are deeply frightened by this, but now, you have a chance to prove your arrogance ......"

Schiller passed the goblet a little further forward until it touched Lucifer's lips, and Lucifer leaned back, dodging the glass that was approaching him, until he rested his head on the back of his chair.

Lucifer tilted his head sideways, looked up at Schiller and said, "You really look like someone I know...... A snake. ”

Schiller slowly straightened up, lowered his eyes, glanced at Lucifer, then walked away with the wine glass, returned to the main seat, and after putting the wine glass down, he said, "Don't worry, this is not the prerogative of my friend Lucifer Morningstar, each of you will get a glass of wine-"

“…… 1000 ml is enough. ”

The dimly lit room was filled with all kinds of furniture, the chair was clasped upside down on the table, and the shadow of the chair's legs stretched by the moonlight, like sharp claws, shrouded a man as if he were going to be dragged into hell.

Near the wall of the door, there was a single sofa, on which the figure sat hung his head, strands of hair on his forehead, blocking his pale face, and nothing restrained him, but his hands were as if they were tied, flat on the armrests of the single sofa.

On one of the arms, a thick, frightening needle was attached, and bright red blood burst out, climbing up the curved pipe, through the cement and steel of the wall, through the delicate faucet, into the equally delicate glass.

Lucifer retracted his gaze, looked back at Schiller, and said, "It's all your plan...... You want to get revenge on us. ”

"But no matter what pressure you put on Batman to kill himself, the account will be on your head...... Schiller, stop, are you really going to let your student cut open his chest and let him bleed to death? ”

Gordon stood up suddenly, and he looked at the door of the common room with a shocked gaze, and though he had no ability to see, he had seen the pile of sinuous snake-like tubes, a pair of leather shoes, pale arms, and equally pale lips.

Schiller struck the table with the bottom of his goblet and made a "bell" sound, and everyone heard the warning.

"This is just the beginning, friends, the lamb hasn't started his show yet."

Lucifer closed his eyes, and as Schiller turned to walk to the door, he suddenly said, "Let's make a bet, if I win, you will let him go, and you will let yourself go." ”

Schiller, who was holding the cup, turned around and looked at Lucifer, an anxious atmosphere spread in the room, everyone seemed to listen to the judgment of the guilt, and after more than ten seconds of silence, Schiller spoke: "...... What do you want to bet on? ”

The sound of the door being pushed open was very clear in the dark room, like a prelude to a sentence.

The people who walked in didn't turn on the lights, but to Bruce's ears, the footsteps were as heavy as thunder, and the pale-faced Bruce looked up and saw Schiller's face in the dark.

"How's it taste?" Bruce's hoarse voice sounded.

Schiller stood in the dark, looked at him quietly, and was silent for a while before he said, "...... Quite nice, thanks for the hospitality. ”

“…… My pleasure. ”

When Schiller stood still in the dark, it seemed that his whole body was hidden in endless darkness, and only his calm face was noticed, no one could have imagined that divinity and evil would appear on the same face, so harmoniously.

"You're doing a good job, so I'll keep my promise and don't do anything to anyone else." Schiller spoke, but Bruce didn't respond, and Schiller continued, "But I wish I could have done a little more, or I'd have brought them to the table anyway,...... Would you like to? ”

"How much do you want?" Bruce asked, hanging his head.

"Another 1000 ml." Schiller replied.

Bruce's breathing rate has been slow, which is typical of a decreased heart rate, and he didn't react at anything when he heard the number.

When Schiller set his eyes on him, he could not see any expression of him, until his hoarse voice sounded again:

"Let's do it."

Schiller's lips twitched, he walked closer to Bruce, put his hands on the armrests of the chair where Bruce was sitting, leaned down, looked at Bruce condescendingly, and said:

"If I'm not mistaken, you're going to drain my blood so that I don't kill those serial killers?"

Schiller straightened up slightly, then reached out and grabbed Bruce's neck, forcing him to look up, then looked him in the eye and said, "...... You're going to die for those criminals? ”

The blood-drawing machine did not stop, and Bruce had now lost more than 1,000 milliliters of blood, so his childhole had begun to spread a little, but he still spoke with some difficulty:

"I don't want you to kill."

Bruce stared at Schiller's eyes with a somewhat loose child's hole, and he found that Schiller's eyes were getting brighter and brighter, and the terrible desire in them not only did not weaken, but became stronger and stronger, just like a person who had been hungry for an unknown amount of time, and suddenly saw a piece of fat and thin, just the right amount of meat.

The next second, the lights in the room came on, and Schiller maintained his original position, let go of his hand, threw Bruce's face aside, and straightened up.

The figure of Lucifer with his wings outstretched appeared in the doorway, and Schiller, as if he was a little bored, turned around and shook his hand.

Lucifer snapped his fingers, and all the blood flowed back into Bruce's body, Gordon walked quickly to Batman's side, removed the needle from his arm, and said, "I suggest you become religious, if it weren't for Lucifer today, you would be in bad luck." ”

Bruce's head was still a little dizzy, so he couldn't see Schiller and Lucifer who walked to the window, and he looked down on Gordon's face and asked, "What the hell is going on?" ”

Gordon glanced back at Schiller, but didn't seem to dare to look at him for too long, and quickly turned his eyes back, looked at Bruce and said, "The good news is that he's not as cruel as you think, but the bad news is that he's a hundred times harder to deal with than you think......"

"Schiller made a bet with Lucifer." Gordon then explained, Bruce looked up at him, and Gordon sighed softly and said:

"Bet on who you're sacrificing yourself for."

Bruce leaned on the arm of the chair, the feeling of weakness was still fresh in his memory, he put one hand on the chair, hung his head, and said slowly:

"I'm human, not a monster without sentience or emotion, I know who has paid for me and how it has changed me."

"In my life, there are too many dilemmas, and no matter what I choose, someone has to sacrifice."

"And the scene I dreamed of, but couldn't ask for, just like today, I am on one side of the scale, and the only thing I have is the power to choose to sacrifice myself without having to bear guilt."

"But if he asks me to choose who is on the side that I am lifted up by my fall......"

Bruce dragged a long note, which made his tail sound like a sigh.

He looked at Schiller, who was standing at the window, still serene and calm, as if incompatible with anything in the world, and Bruce continued:

"Of course, it will be the one who has never given up on saving me and making me feel relied on...... Professor. ”