amaotonovel Chapter 2292 Gotham Music Chapter (31)
Chapter 2292 Gotham Music Chapter (31)
Chapter 2292 Gotham Music Festival ()
The first game has begun.
All the round tables slowly descended to the ground, and what rose up again were the slender oval tabletops. Different patterns were printed on both ends of the ovals, representing the identities of the people who should stand there.
Those who had byes did not have tables, but no staff came to ask them where to stand. Seeing this, those who had byes found the games they were more interested in and stood next to them.
Some participants in the game were dissatisfied with this, believing that it might interfere with their actions, but the organizers did not come out to stop it, and most people dared not speak out.
The atmosphere had been very wrong since before they boarded the ship. Although the game of gambling on one's life should be serious and tense, today's game was even more weird.
Schiller observed the changes in the field. After being stunned for a moment, people began to look for their corresponding patterns.
He saw the woman who had approached him before walk to the side of one of the tables. Schiller put away the aerosol in his hand, walked through the crowd calmly, and went behind her.
The sound of the wind passed by my ears, the noise of the crowd became more and more distant, blurry ripples appeared around my vision, and only the long dress became clearer and clearer.
But just when Schiller walked behind the woman, he saw a figure standing opposite the woman. Although he was wearing a mask, Schiller still recognized that it was Oliver Queen.
Schiller moved his gaze from the woman's back to Oliver, and a second before focusing, the clear part of his vision was covered with fog again.
Oliver's condition at this time was eye-catching enough.
When Schiller concentrated his attention, the already unclear picture in his field of vision became even more blurred, and the outlines of all objects began to waver.
The silver-haired bank president who passed by him on the left had a vortex collapsed from the center of the nose of his mask until it swallowed up his entire face. His excessive focus on his life's achievements ignited the fuse of greed, and the desire for more power bit and tore his spirit, eventually pushing everything into the abyss and making him appear here.
The young lady who hurried past him had a huge black hole suspended in her heart, with a man's head spinning and crying in it. After not getting the desired result, she chose to turn her love into angry murderous intent, but it was far from being so firm. She was terrified and regretful, and fell irreversibly, and could only pin her hopes on the vague legend.
Standing in the corner of the room, the hunchbacked old woman who cast an anxious glance at her was strangled by a pair of baby's hands. She had been addicted to the identity of a mother all her life. When she lost her child, she lost everything. She was out of control, and her inability to exercise her mother's rights brought her incomparable madness, making her willing to give everything to become a mother again.
In Schiller's vision, everyone in the room began to change. Their eyes, their brains, their hearts, and every part of their bodies were shrouded in the shadows of countless emotions. Men, women, old people, and children, the passers-by who had long disappeared in their lives, controlled them in this way, guided them, and then gradually killed them.
Everything is so clear and obvious.
Schiller saw countless hands holding Oliver tightly, some pulling him down, some pushing him up, veins bulging on the back of their hands, and arm muscles swollen red, all trying their best to take Oliver in their direction.
But as for Oliver himself, Schiller only saw the pain in the pulling. His spirit emanated a steady wave of light, there was nothing obstructing in front of his eyes, and his heart was still beating strongly.
Schiller took a breath of the mist, the illusion dissipated, and people's faces returned to normal, but Oliver acted extremely crazy and weak, like a desperate gambler who had no other choice but to pin all his hopes on this gamble.
Oliver's number is Marlin No. 1. The marlin mask is the same shape as the marlin. The streamlined body partially covers the face, and the powerful long tail blocks the chin and neck. Above is the marlin's most representative long mouth, which makes every participant numbered as Marlin look like he has an antenna on his head.
Perhaps due to the need for compositional balance, the part of the vertical pike mask that reveals the eyes is not two holes, but a horizontal rectangle connecting the two eyes, allowing people to observe their eyes more.
Oliver's eyes were sunken in his eye sockets, surrounded by countless dense wrinkles. Years of life in the wilderness gave him a face that was more mature than his age, but now it looked older and more tired.
His eyes were no longer as bright as before, but were covered with an indescribable haze, becoming sinister and terrifying, and the way he looked at people from above his eyes with his wrinkled eyelids raised made him look particularly insane.
At this moment, his eyes were fixed on the woman in front of him, as if he wanted to cut her into pieces with his eyes, but the woman stood straight and even had time to adjust the lace on her cuffs.
The challenger and the challenged know each other's identities, but other people don't know the grudges between them. Those who are not in the right position will often choose to watch more dramatic bets. In short, they are bets that they think may be public figures they have just met. They want to know who these big stars have offended and what will be the outcome.
In comparison, Oliver and the woman did not stand out. They were not famous and their images were not very contrasting, so almost no one came to see them, and Schiller did not go either.
He came to the table where Bruce and Roman were fighting. Roman gave him a dark look and said, "Stand away and don't talk."
Bruce took a step back slightly, moving a little further away from him.
Schiller nodded, then looked at Roman and asked, "What's your grudge?"
"He wanted to steal my life," Bruce said immediately. "He didn't understand why he and I started from the same point but ended up at a different point. He wanted to be me, but he failed."
Roman sneered sharply, which successfully attracted the attention of others. He said, "Bruce Wayne, the richest man in the world, the famous Batman, do you think that's all?"
“No.” Roman put his hands on the table and said in a low voice, “He is still a damn murderer, a psychopath and a sadist. He manipulated a little girl and killed another person who should have had the same fate as him. Remember Elliot?”
Bruce's eyes suddenly changed. In Schiller's vision, those blue eyes glowed with red light, and the black tide surging at the bottom of his heart gushed out until it flowed out from his facial features, black like night and red like blood.
"That's his fault."
The sound seemed to come from far away. The black tide flowing from the facial features stretched out its tentacles and turned each head around. It was greedily sucking everyone's attention, turning this into a performance to vent its evil nature.
In an instant, everyone was manipulated to look here, because of the familiar name that often rang in their ears, and also because of Roman's shocking accusation and Bruce's response, which could not even be called a rebuttal.
"Elliot is just like you, a voyeur who only knows how to hide in the dark and spy on others, a thief who always wants to rob others of their lives. The most ridiculous thing is that I gave him the opportunity to replace me, but he couldn't even handle one ten-thousandth of my life."
Bruce's eyes and mouth opened and closed, and the black tide continued to surge between his facial features, almost swallowing up all of his face and making him look like a pile of dried bones in a grave.
The black tide spread farther and farther, more and more heads turned around, tentacles reaching into their eyes and mouths, sucking out the blood-red vitality, absorbing their time and energy into their hearts, and pumping it out with a low and powerful rhythm, until the whole person turned blood red.
Looking across, Schiller saw the rope around Roman Sionis' neck. He had been hung up, pale and weak like a piece of paper. Schiller searched every wrinkle but could not find any anger or courage. He was just a poor puppet.
Schiller thought, perhaps this was exactly why Bruce attracted everyone's attention in the first place. If the mastermind was among other people, he would definitely pay attention to the situation here.
In Bruce's opinion, words, actions and expressions show on people's faces why they are paying attention to this place. As long as the other person turns around, the answer will be revealed.
But Bruce didn't get what he wanted. The attention that flowed into his blood along the black tide was not filtered out by his beating heart to reveal the information he wanted. Either all of this was not the answer, or the mastermind behind the scenes was better at disguising himself than he thought.
Schiller took another breath of the mist, and the black blood and pale color dissipated.
The killer whale's mask is not in the shape of a specific fish, but a spindle shape that is wide in the middle and narrow at both ends. On both sides of the widest part, there are two white blocks that look like the killer whale's eye spots. When placed on a human face, it looks like white blush has been applied, which looks funny and ridiculous.
The atmosphere between Bruce and Roman was becoming increasingly tense, when a staff member wearing a crab mask came over, placed two decks of playing cards on the table, and then handed each person 10 gold coins.
There was still a trident pattern in the center of the gold coin, exactly the same as the one in the center of the old man's forehead. When it fell on the table, it made a tinkling sound, like the bell that the devil rings in the heart of the greedy.
"The gambling poker game you are about to play is called Gods and Believers." The staff member began to introduce: "The rules are very simple. Each person holds a deck of cards and tosses a coin to determine the identity of the god and the believer."
"In each round, the believers will sacrifice 3 cards in their hands to the gods. The gods can decide to give 1, 2, 3, or 4 cards to the believers. After ten rounds, the sacrifice ends. Both parties blindly select 10 cards from their own decks and turn them over in turn to compare the numbers. The one with the most cards wins. The one who turns over the trump card first wins directly."
The staff placed a metal bell that made a crisp sound when struck in the middle of the card table and said, "When you push the cards for the sacrifice, your hands must not cross the line. When you push the cards for the grant, your hands must not cross the line. No physical contact is allowed during the whole process. You must not show your cards to the other party during the sacrifice. When the sacrifice is over, leave your hands on the table and I will turn over the cards."
"All spectators are prohibited from touching the table and participants and must remain silent throughout the entire process. Violators will be directly disqualified."
"The game begins now. Both parties enter with chips. The lowest is one, and the highest is all in. Once you place your bet, you cannot regret it."
(End of this chapter)