The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 3317 Bloody New City (66)

Chapter 3317 Bloody New City (Sixty-Six)

Schiller's fingertips paused slightly. He looked at Brad and said, "It seems that you have investigated me, but you didn't find anything wrong. I personally think I am just a nobody, but if you think I am very important, it proves that what I am doing is having an impact on your plan, even a major impact."

"I haven't done much since I came here. I just shut down the city government, destroyed the Charabon family, spread the rumor of the death bet around the world, made most of the rich people in Gotham wanted criminals, made the police chief resign, and caused chaos in the downtown area."

"Although it was just some minor work, it did produce good results. I'm sorry if this chaotic situation disturbed you. But since you didn't stop it halfway, you deserve this result."

"If you want to persuade me to give up something now, I can only tell you that at this point in the plan, the accelerator is no longer under my feet. If you want to stop the car, you have to think carefully about who is the one who is fueling the engine now."

Brad was speechless because of this. However, Schiller did not intend to let him go. He said directly:

"You think I'm the one who caused the chaos, and the city would still be peaceful without me, right?"

"I don't want to accuse you with harsh words. I just want to tell you that what you call maintaining peace is only maintaining peace among the upper class. The chaos I stir up is the choice of most ordinary people in this city."

"If you insist on standing on the side of the rich, then naturally someone will come to deal with you. If you realize that false peace is just a fig leaf for oppression, then maybe you can use your magical little magic to do something for ordinary people. They will be grateful to you."

Brad put down his glass and said, "I don't get involved in human society."

"It seems that you don't intend to stop me, which is good." Schiller nodded and said, "I was worried that you would use your magic to take sides. It would be best if you are willing to stand aside and watch."

Brad was choking back what he was saying.

"Regarding the capsule, I can only tell you that I did deal with some beings and got some things from them. I will not use these things indiscriminately, but you are not in a position to ask me to show mercy."

"This is very dangerous." Brad said patiently, "I don't know who you are trading with, but they must have ulterior motives. This seemingly simple and unbreakable method can indeed help you achieve your goal faster, but the price you have to pay for it is unimaginable, and may not end with death."

"Then can you save me?"

"That depends on who you signed the contract with," Brad said seriously. "If I recognize him, I might be able to intercede for you."

"Who do you think it is?"

"This power feels strange to me. I can't be sure. That's why I asked you to come here. Can you let me see the capsule?"

Schiller did not refuse and took out a red wine capsule from his arms and handed it to Brad.

Brad stared at the capsule for a long time, his face becoming increasingly heavy. After a while, he placed the capsule on the coffee table and said, "I'm sorry, this power feels very strange to me. I don't seem to know the owner of the power, and I may not be able to help you."

"So that's the end of our conversation?"

"Of course not. I want to tell you not to use this kind of power anymore, especially not to use it on ordinary people. It does no one any good."

Brad stood up slowly and said, "I have seen many people who claim to make deals with the devil in order to save people, but this is actually a false proposition. The devil will not help you save people. This is all just a scam."

"Which eye of yours saw me saving people?" Schiller asked in confusion, "Does it mean that all diseases of people who take the capsules are cured?"

Brad opened his mouth but still said, "It's even more wrong to use it to kill people. The power of the devil will amplify the evil thoughts in your heart, and one day it will be out of control."

"So, everyone who took the capsule died?" Schiller asked again, "What about their bodies? Can I see them?"

Brad was speechless again, because the person who took the capsule was not dead, but just in a coma.

Schiller looked him up and said, "Your words are a bit old-fashioned, but I'll just assume you're doing it for my own good. Is there anything else?"

Brad held the wine glass and looked at him helplessly.

Schiller also stood up from the sofa, buttoned up his suit, and then said: "Before you say these words to me, you should first figure out your position. If you are a human being, think about whose side you are on. If you are not, think about why you want to interfere with human choices."

Brad was slightly stunned. Schiller shook his head and said, "I really don't understand you. You are good at long speeches, but you don't have a core idea. You think you are thoughtful, but your hands are always faster than your brains. You seem to be unfathomable, but in fact you can't even understand the most basic problems."

He looked up at the decoration of the room, and said as he walked out: "You should apologize to the designer. I suggest you improve your level of thinking so that you can be worthy of such a knowledgeable house. If you really don't have time, you can give the house to me."

After Schiller left, Brad stood there in deep thought for a long time. Then he put down his glass and extinguished the fire in the fireplace. When he walked out of the room, he did not appear in the alley of Bourbon Street, but in front of a church.

He walked into the church. A very tall man, dressed in cleaner's clothes, was sweeping the floor with a broom. When he turned around, his eyes looked gloomy, like a dying man.

Brad walked over and sat in the first row of chairs in the church. The tall man put his broom aside and walked over to sit down.

"Paul, do you think I'm meddling in your business?"

The tall man called Paul tilted his head in confusion, looked at Brad and said, "What's wrong with you, Mr. Priest?"

"I just met a very strange man," Brad said, "who said I shouldn't get involved in human society. Do you think so?"

"You just want to make this city more peaceful." Paul shook his head.

“But what if the chaos is people’s own choice?”

"Then you should educate them." Paul thought for a moment and said, "Isn't that what priests do?"

"What should I teach them?" Brad leaned back in his chair, staring at the huge cross in the center of the church. "Let them be quiet, patient, and obey God's will... until they die?"

"Of course it should be," Paul said. "If everyone would listen to God, there would be no wars and no death. Wouldn't that be a good thing?"

"What if someone doesn't listen?" Brad turned to look at Paul and said, "Have you watched the news? Have you heard about the death bet? It's evil that would shock the devil."

Paul touched his hair and said, "I was in the hospital some time ago and didn't hear anything evil. But I think if someone does this, you should educate them and tell them to be quiet."

Brad let out a long sigh. He looked at Paul and said, "How are you doing? Is the chemotherapy still not working well?"

Paul gave a bleak smile and said, "Cancer is an incurable disease. Everything is just delaying time. But it's good to live a few more days."

Brad suddenly thought of Schiller's action of staring at Odein today. He subconsciously asked, "What brand of medical equipment did you use for the examination in the hospital?"

Paul was stunned, then shook his head and said, "I don't know. I didn't go to school much, so I don't understand these things."

"You don't need to go to school for this, Paul. Next time you go to check something, take a look at the label on that machine. If you can't remember the words, remember the pattern and come back and draw it for me."

"Well, I'll do my best if you need me to."

Brad looked thoughtful as he left the church. Paul looked at his back and was silent for a moment.

Soon, the church welcomed a new guest. A man in a suit and tie, who looked very elite, walked in. It seemed that this was not the first time he had met Paul. As soon as he walked in, he said directly: "I heard that your health is getting worse. Have you thought about it?"

Paul lowered his eyes, as if thinking. The man seemed a little impatient, and said, "We are the only ones who can provide you with the best medical conditions to keep you alive. You just need to play a trick with those criminals. If you miss this opportunity, you can only wait for death."

Paul clenched his broom and said, "I can promise you, but I won't commit a crime."

"Don't worry. We're not asking you to commit crimes. Instead, we're asking you to be a police officer. Okay, big guy, I'll pick you up at this time tomorrow to take your measurements. Once your uniform is made, you'll replace that damn Batman and become Gotham's new hero."

"I don't want to be a hero, I just want to survive."

After the man left, Paul stood at the foot of the cross until another figure appeared behind it.

A woman fell down from the cross. Paul stared at her intently. When the hood was taken off, revealing a face corroded by chemicals and almost ugly, Paul seemed to be relieved.

"They actually came to me. They said they would give me a life extension, and they would provide me with a uniform and weapons, and asked me to fight Batman."

"I told you I wasn't lying to you." The woman's hoarse voice echoed throughout the church. She said, "You are the last descendant of the Vale family. Batman stole everything from your family. Now is your best chance for revenge."

"Yes..." Paul murmured, "I will take back everything I lost."

He turned around and looked back. His resolute face was divided by the shadow of the towering cross, revealing two completely different colors, half light and half dark.

"I'm sorry, God. I wanted to be an angel...but I'm dying." The soft whispers disappeared into another night in Gotham.

Brad left the church and took out his cell phone. He didn't even dial any number, but just pressed the call button.

"Hello, it's me, the priest who invited you to visit during the day. I think what you said makes a lot of sense. Maybe we can talk about it further?"

Schiller, who was looking up information and was having a headache, roared angrily at the other end of the phone: "Let's talk! What is there to talk about? Did I say all those words in vain during the day?!"

"No, I was just thinking about what you said..."

Schiller hung up the phone with a "click" and couldn't help complaining, "It's so annoying! Why can't the people here understand what I'm saying?!"

Soon, the phone rang again. When Schiller picked up the phone, it was Brad's voice again. Schiller didn't listen to what he said at all, but just roared at the other end of the phone.

"I'll repeat it one last time - give me the house!"

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