Red Robin stared at the monitor's screen.

He saw that Bruce had taken a sharp dagger made of blood from Cain's hand, slowly walked in front of Master Andrew, and half-knelt down.

He reached out and hugged Master Andrew's upper body, whispered a few words in his ear, and then without hesitation, sent the sharp dagger into his heart.

The long, sharp dagger pierced his chest, blood gushed out like a spring, and the vitality in Master Andrew's eyes gradually dissipated, and the only remaining doubt in Cain's heart was dispelled.

Red Robin stared at the surveillance screen for a long time, and Lilith whispered in his ear in a gloating tone, "While this seems to me to be a good way to trust Cain, I'm a demon after all, and your righteous little heart is pounding."

"Shut up." Red Robin's tone was unexpectedly cold, and he froze in front of the screen for a few minutes before standing up and saying, "You stupid woman, you don't understand what it means for Batman to kill someone."

"He lied to us." Red Robin took a deep breath and said, "He is not fragile or gentle, and there is evil and madness hidden behind his mask.

"Is murder evil?" Lilith asked.

"I don't care about killing, I care about deception." Red Robin's face was gloomy and he said, "He never showed me this side, but he did it to Cain······ Cain must die!"

Lilith was silent again, and it wasn't until Red Robin walked upstairs briskly that Lilith asked a little tentatively, "Although loving fathers and mothers is an inevitable complex in human beings, don't you think you're a bit extreme?"

Apparently, Lilith had a glimpse of Red Robin's surging thoughts, which can be roughly summed up as Batman, Batman, Batman, and Batman, and every Batman.

"He could kill, but not for Cain, because he didn't do it for us, and it was a shameful betrayal." Red Robin pulled out the dagger at his waist and strode out the door.

"It's not that he tamed us, but we tamed him, because of our existence, he has things that he can't do, and because of our existence, he has wanted to do things that he can't do, and this should be glory that only we can get."

"But Robin of this world has lost this privilege, Cain has it alone, and I must kill Cain······ For me in this world." ap.

Red Robin's murderous voice echoed through the empty hall until his back disappeared outside the door, and two figures stood by the railing of the third-floor patio, one of them covering his mouth tightly, his eyes full of fear.

"What have you done?!" Red Hood looked at Schiller with a pained look and said, "You taught Batman to kill, and you used him to put Tim in a mood of revenge! What the hell do you want to do?"

Schiller, still dressed in a suit and spotless from top to bottom, gently held on to the railing of the patio with one hand and said calmly, "I have said that I will take the blood of the lamb from Cain."

"Then why don't you ······ it yourself?"

"Like Cain, do you chase clues wherever they go, and add another layer of trouble to yourself when you chase them? Jason, I heard Professor Schiller, whom you know, say that you seem to be very good at that."

Red Hood's hair stood on end, and he took a few steps back, grabbed the railing tightly with one hand, and said, "I'm just, I'm just trying to be more efficient."

"Do you think Cain was more efficient?"

"Isn't he almost successful?" Red Hood took a deep breath and struggled to turn his brain to analyze, "He took Westminster Abbey, killed Andrew, and got Bruce."

Schiller smiled and said, "Do you really think he can get Batman?" "But, but Batman killed for him!"

"That's because Batman is meant to kill people."

"How could Batman ······?" Red Hood looked at Schiller with an incredulous gaze, but he finally couldn't hold back, took two steps closer to Schiller, looked into his eyes and asked, "The Batman of this world kills?"

Schiller nodded

He nodded and said, "And the first person he killed was me."

Red Hood swallowed his saliva fiercely, he turned his gaze to the bottom of the patio, looking at the remaining traces of Master Andrew's blood there, and couldn't help but ask, "Even if Batman was supposed to kill someone, if it wasn't Cabe who bewitched him, why would he kill Master Andrew?"

"Did he really kill Master Andrew?"

"Of course, didn't we all see it in the monitor when we first came? A knife through the heart is absolutely no chance of suspended animation."

"That's in the society of ordinary people." Schiller tapped his finger lightly on the railing and said, "You've read so much about the history of the wizarding world, and you still think that death is the end of the wizarding world?"

Red Hood frowned, he thought carefully for a moment, then shook his head and said, "No, for the body, death is indeed the end, and the corpse of a magician will quickly decay, but the soul of a magician is not free after death, and they will fall into the hands of their creditors and be tortured."

Red Hood's eyes widened suddenly, and Schiller looked at him with a gentle gaze, "And not long ago, the demons broke the contract en masse, and the object of Andrew's contract also tore up the contract between them, that is, Andrew is free

"If at this time, he signed a contract with another demon king, and his soul would naturally return to this demon king after his death, and the red hood was still a little unclear, so Schiller sighed and explained, "Bruce is stabbing Andrew to death

The words that were read in his ear were the contents of the contract, and he made a pact with Andrew before he died, and after Andrew's death, his soul returned to Bruce."

Red Hood's mouth opened wide, and Schiller gave a look of reminiscence, and said, "When I signed the contract with Konstantin, Bruce just broke in, and he learned very quickly.

"But, but ······" The red head was silent for a long time, and Schiller's words were so informative that he didn't know which question to ask for a while.

After a long process of organizing the language, Red Hood couldn't help but ask, "But Bruce is also a human being, how can a human make a contract with a human being?"

"It depends on what he's learned from his arrogance, and I guess he's either possessed the personality of a demon king himself, or he controlled a demon king who made a pact with him before Andrew's death, and the soul would naturally be owned by Bruce."

It took two minutes for Red Hood to digest the fact gradually, well, he thought that Batman could kill people, so what was impossible to carry a demon king with him?

"Wait a minute." Red Hood remembered the question he had just wanted to ask, and he turned to Schiller and said, "You signed with Konstantin? You also have a Demon King with you?"

Before Schiller could reply, Red Hood said in a cohesive voice, "But even if you carry a demon king with you, Constantine doesn't listen to the devil, he is an angel and a demon together, how can you trick him into signing a contract?"

Schiller gently looked up with a reminiscing expression, then turned to the side, looked at the red hood and said, "One day, he asked me if there was such a trait as "***" in my personality, and I wanted to discuss some professional and academic issues with him, and he asked me if I could talk about anything other than psychology."

"I said I was more interested in his psychological condition, and he said to me, "It's better to come and see in his heart, so I went to see in his heart."

Schiller shook his head lightly and said, "When I cut open his chest and pinched his heart with my hand, he screamed miserably, and I am not good at killing people in an arrogant office, so I asked him to teach me a contract rune and engraved it on his heart."

Schiller ignored Red Hood's extremely stiff expression, but said with some emotion, "He knew that he could not be free without getting rid of the body with runes engraved on his heart, so he attracted Cain, pretended to be a victim, found a reasonable reason to abandon his body, and tried to use my anger to kill Cain."

"But he forgot, I have studied psychology quite well, how can I not see his desire to be free? I threw him into hell, because I knew that it was Azazel or the other demon kings

, they will only be defeated by Konstantin's men, and they will not be able to stop him."

"Aren't you afraid he'll run away from there?" Red Hood asked suspiciously.

"He let Cain kill him in order to regain his freedom, and he has the power to escape from hell, but he does not dare to do so, he must stay in hell, no matter what torture he endures."

Schiller raised his eyes slightly, looked through the window of the villa at the dawn light that gradually appeared on the skyline, sighed softly, and said, "I didn't say 'I will avenge him,' I always said, 'I will go and get his blood back.'"

"That heart and the blood in it are mine, and this is a reminder to Konstantin that as long as I get back what belongs to me, I don't need to look for anything else, including his soul.

"This means that if he hadn't waited for me in the place where I had put him down, which is hell, I wouldn't have gone to him, and he would have been completely abandoned by the only Savior who had saved him for so many years and in whom he was willing to believe."

"More importantly, I have left the soul of his brother Thomas, and if he is abandoned, and his brother is left behind, it proves that it will always be his brother who will be chosen, not him."

"He's the little wretch who has been given no hope since he was in his mother's womb, and who doesn't even get a decent name—Konstantin will never tolerate it happening again."

Schiller's face kept smiling, but the red hood kept him away, and finally Schiller said, "So, no matter how much torture he suffers in hell, he will never leave."

"And there is no kind of suffering in this world that is deeper than that which Konstantin has bestowed upon himself."

Huge wings swept over the abyss of pain that burned with the flames of hell, and when the pale hand was stretched out, countless tortured, weeping and screaming souls desperately stretched out their hands and grabbed them to the sky in search of salvation.

But it wasn't an angel who came, so no one could really be saved, and the pale hand only grasped a soul that lay in the middle of the flames and let the flames scorch its body without any reaction.

Konstantin was thrown to the ground hard, Azazel retracted his wings, Konstantin lay on the ground with his arms outstretched, looked up at Azazel and said, "That's all you can do?"

"Konstantin, you're such a madman."

Azazel took a deep breath and looked at Konstantin's soul, which had been repeatedly tortured and scarred in the past few days, and as soon as he raised his hand, a stream of pure energy repaired Konstantin's body.

"Shall I say thank you for your kindness?" Konstantin sneered again, and then he struggled to get up, but after a while he fell to the ground, rolled his eyes to the side and asked, "Is there any smoke, Your Majesty?"

"But you're a lucky madman." Azazel stared at Konstantin coldly and said, "This is the end of the reception."

Konstantin's fingers clenched, and he stared at Azazel with a fixed gaze, as if trying to hear a name from his mouth, but Azazel "snorted" and said.

"His Majesty Lucifer heard your pain, and he asked me to let you go." Konstantin's hand was released.

"Let him go."