hotmtlnovel Chapter 3209 The Shadow of Faraines (6)
Chapter 3209 The Shadow of Faraines (6)
Chapter 3209: The Shadow of Faraines (VI)
Schiller put on night vision goggles, extinguished the torch, climbed over the wall, looked down, and really saw the vague figures of several humans chasing at the end of the street.
As soon as I took a look at Schiller, I was sure that he was indeed a deep diver.
These monsters with human bodies, fish heads and tridents in their hands are the most typical images of the Deep Ones. However, this village is called Farines, not Innsmouth. What are the Deep Ones doing here?
Schiller still remembered that in the classic Cthulhu novel "The Shadow over Innsmouth", it was mentioned that the unfortunate town of Innsmouth had excessive intermarriage with the Deep Ones, which led to all humans having the appearance of Innsmouth, and eventually turned into Deep Ones and returned to the sea.
But Schiller was very sure that the seaside town he was in did not look like Innsmouth. All the locals he met looked decent, and he did not find anything related to the deep divers here. What on earth could have triggered a large-scale invasion of these sea monsters?
Schiller couldn't help but think of the spell. If the content of the spell was to summon the Deep One, then such a phenomenon was not impossible.
But Schiller knew very well that Jeff was a modern man, and modern ocean-going fleets would be equipped with sufficient firepower. If the effect of the spell was to attract deep divers, it would be hard to say whether these fishmen could defeat the well-armed and well-trained sailors in the fleet.
The Deep Ones are not invincible. Although humans are naturally weak in front of them, when Jeff was young it was at most the World War II era, not the Middle Ages. The firepower of modern humans can already be called a carbon-based biological destroyer. How many Deep Ones would it take to destroy such a large fleet?
In order to avoid being discovered by the deep divers, Schiller quickly jumped off the wall and quietly moved along the edge of the wall.
He knew that these fishmen might have very sensitive noses, so he held his breath as much as possible. The night vision goggles were his trump card, because these deep divers might think that humans did not have the ability to see at night, so they came out to hunt in the dark.
He quietly followed behind this group of deep divers.
There were about five or six humans being chased in front. Except for one woman, all of them were men, and they were all middle-aged men. Two of them had guns, and the one at the back had a shotgun.
From the moment Schiller saw them, the man fired three shots, and the last shot hit the target by chance. Schiller saw that the legs of the deep diver who was hit were blown into blood foam. This should be the effect of the special bullet. Schiller suspected that this group of people were the ones who robbed the gun store.
This was undoubtedly good news. The deep diver who was hit had no way to chase forward because he had lost a leg. His companions didn't care about him and just left him there.
It would be better to catch a fish directly than to capture a person and ask for information. Schiller immediately made up his mind. However, he guessed that looking directly at such a monster would reduce his mental health points, so he lowered his head as much as possible and did not look at the monster itself. He walked to the side of the Deep Diver with a crowbar.
The guy noticed him immediately. His cry sounded a bit like a frog and a bit like a dog, with a whirring sound coming from his nasal cavity.
As soon as the sound reached Schiller's ears, he felt his brain buzzing and his mental health value dropped again.
Schiller quickly hit him on the head with a crowbar.
This dull shouting turned into a scream, which had no effect on the mental attack. Finding it was effective, Schiller hit him twice on the nose, and he could no longer scream.
I don’t know when the other deep divers will come back. If we just drag them into the house next door, we might be found by following the traces.
Fortunately, because the previous Wanderer disaster broke out rather suddenly, most people did not have time to escape, and some died in their cars. The cars were not locked and still had oil.
Schiller found a car on the side of the road, threw the body out of the driver's seat, dragged the Deep Diver over and stuffed it into the trunk, then sat in the driver's seat himself.
The main reason why he didn't drive before was actually because it was a thawed snow day and the fresh marks left by the wheels could not be concealed. Although there were not many living people in the village, he still didn't want to leave any traces of his activities. Walking could at least cover up his footprints.
But he couldn't care less about that now, as he had a big fish in his trunk and he had to find a place to study it carefully.
The sound of Schiller stepping on the accelerator almost immediately attracted the attention of the Deep Diver, but Schiller stepped on the accelerator to the bottom and rushed out of the village at the fastest speed. These fishmen were indeed physically strong and ran very fast, but there was still a certain gap between their speed and that of the car, and they failed to catch up after chasing for a long time.
However, the Deep Diver was attracted back by Schiller, and the gang seemed to have escaped successfully. Schiller heard two more gunshots, and he suspected that the gang had killed a Deep Diver.
Schiller drove the car all the way to the entrance of the lighthouse. As soon as he got off the car, he met Bruce and the Pale Knight who were going out.
"I told you I didn't mean to do that! Who knew the electric shock device that guy modified would be so powerful! He deserves it!"
"You are so cruel. I have never seen a Batman as cruel as you!"
"I've never seen a clown with such a strong sense of morality!"
"I'm not a clown!"
"Then I'm not Batman either!"
The two people who were arguing were both stunned when they saw Schiller.
Schiller found himself entering into a combat state directly, but he had no intention of attacking the two people. It should be that the two of them did not leave the combat state and implicated himself as well.
But who were they fighting just now?
"Where's the Joker?" Schiller asked.
Bruce looked embarrassed.
Schiller looked at him.
"Listen to my explanation. I didn't mean to kill him. You know I haven't touched those mechanical devices for a long time. I read the readings wrong, and then... But you can't blame me. Aren't clowns supposed to be immortal?"
"Have you forgotten that this is a game?" The Pale Knight said speechlessly, "All of our attributes depend on points. His physical points are not high enough, and you have drained all his health. Of course, he died."
Bruce sighed and said, "Who told him not to improve his physical fitness? I didn't do it on purpose, and the policeman is already dead, so just deduct some social credit points from me."
The Pale Knight looked at Bruce as if he had seen a ghost.
Schiller wanted to laugh.
He really believed that Bruce didn't mean it. It was more likely that he was distracted or not paying attention. This happened frequently since he recovered from his illness. He was stupid and careless like an ordinary person, which was not funny.
Schiller laughs at the clown.
If nothing unexpected happens, this should be the Joker's strategy, betting that the Batman who caught him would not be able to kill him, but the problem is that the one who caught him was not Batman, but Bruce.
If it is really Batman, even if he himself said that eliminating players in the game does not count as killing, but he is more using this sentence to threaten others, Schiller still believes that he will still follow the principle of not killing in the game.
Well, if he catches the Joker, he might indeed use some methods to force him to reveal information, but he probably won't kill him. Besides the principle of not killing, it's also because in this situation the Joker is the only one who knows the truth. If he kills him, some of the things in his settings might be taken to the grave by him, which is something Batman doesn't want to see.
But unfortunately, this is not a problem for Bruce. He has no principle of not killing, and more importantly, he doesn't care about details.
He doesn't have the obsessive-compulsive disorder that Batman has, and he doesn't have to make sure that every detail in every story is under his control.
From Bruce's writing style, we can tell that he is the type who is fine with being generally good, and he can try his luck with the details. If they don't match, it doesn't matter. If he really can't fool people, he will try to find unorthodox ways, and if that doesn't work, then he believes that time can heal all wounds.
He's not good at being Batman, but he's good at civil engineering.
The Joker met Bruce for too short a time and didn't know him well enough. He thought he was like other Batmans, that Bruce was a disguise and Batman was the core, so he was completely unprepared when he fell into his hands.
Bruce, as always, failed to live up to everyone's expectations, and a classic slip of the hand sent him away.
But Schiller still asked: "Are you sure he is dead?"
It’s not that Schiller is being overly suspicious. The key point is that the clown is indeed very cunning. What if he fakes his death?
The Pale Knight hesitated for a moment, but still said, "If a person who was struck by lightning nine times can be resurrected, then he may still have a chance of survival."
"You slipped nine times?!"
"No, only once," Bruce replied.
"Yes, nine times the current, the corpse was carbonized." The Pale Knight said sadly: "You didn't even ask him anything!"
"I just wanted to test the equipment."
Bruce was eager to get this topic over with. He asked, "Why are you here?"
At this time, Bruce had already noticed something unusual in the trunk. He reached out and opened the trunk, then let out a scream.
He moved so fast that Schiller had no time to stop him.
When Bruce climbed up from the back of the car, he said in shock: "What is this? Why is it so ugly?!"
The Pale Knight wanted to go over and take a look, but Schiller stopped him and said, "This is the thing that came up from the dock. If I'm not mistaken, it should be called a Deep Diver. I shot one down and was just looking for a place to study it."
Bruce stroked his chin and said, "That's great. The equipment has been debugged. We can try it again."
"Stop using that damn electric shock device!" the Pale Knight shouted at him, "I really never thought that Batman would be an electrical killer!"
"Yes, the killer who uses electrical appliances, what's wrong? I asked you to debug the equipment but you refused to do it. When I failed to debug it well, you blamed me. Are you saving Gotham by shirking responsibility in this loser-like way?"
Schiller quickly patted him on the back to shut him up. The Pale Knight's blood pressure was visibly so high that it was about to erupt.
Schiller found the remaining rope in the hall, tied up the Deep Diver with his eyes closed, dragged him out of the car, and dragged him into the lighthouse.
The three of them returned to the lighthouse, and Schiller saw the clown's charred body in the room with the electrical equipment.
He walked over and saw that it was indeed the Joker. Although he was not sure whether the Joker virus would spread in the game copy, he was sure that from a biological point of view, if a person was electrocuted like this in an instant, there would be no possibility of any virus spreading.
This should also be a new idea for killing the clown. After Schiller put the Deep One down, he glanced at him casually out of the corner of his eye.
Then he saw for the first time a look of fear on the ugly fish-head's face.
The Joker Became a Real Joker