The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 3216 The Shadow of Faraines (3)

Chapter 3216: The Shadow of Faraines (Thirteen)

When Schiller arrived at the village church, he met an unexpected person here, Batman.

His figure disappeared in the mist, and only a vague outline appeared in front of the withered garden hedge in front of the church, so light that it seemed as if it was about to float away.

The moment Schiller walked out from the corner of the street, Batman turned around and looked at him, but Schiller keenly noticed that Batman's eyes were not focused. He seemed to be looking at him, but not seeing him.

Schiller had a bad feeling.

"You're here too." He walked up and said, "I found something very important in Jeff's house. It makes me think this matter is much more serious than I thought."

"What is it?" Batman asked, "What makes you feel terrified and incredible?"

"Don't joke like that," Schiller said. "You're not some mind reader. How do you know I'm scared? Or do you think the church is a good place to flirt?"

Batman turned his head back and said, "You should ask about your collar."

After saying this, he walked towards the church door, and Schiller pulled his Roman collar.

The Roman collar of the clothes worn by Catholic priests is very special. It is a piece of white cloth held by collars on both sides, which just sticks to the male Adam's apple. Every time he opens his mouth to speak, he can clearly feel the presence of the cloth, which makes people feel very uncomfortable.

This is the purpose of the collar, to remind priests to be careful with their words and to remember God devoutly enough before speaking.

"You'd better not curse out loud." The Transcendence suddenly reminded him, "Otherwise it would be a mistake in the performance."

Schiller walked up the stairs in silence, pursing his lips.

Batman has pushed open the door of the church. This church located in a remote village is as simple and gloomy as ever. There is a huge cross in the center, and Jesus' head and arms are covered with dust.

Bright moonlight shone through the Gothic pointed window behind the cross, casting a long shadow on the cross. Rows of seats were close together, and some of the seats in the front row were cleaned very cleanly, with footprints that had not yet melted away.

Before the strange incident happened, some strange things had already happened. Someone must have hurried to the church to pray, hoping to get God's protection.

Batman walked to the pulpit, followed closely by Schiller. He took the first step to put his hand on the Bible on the pulpit, then picked up the Bible and opened the first page.

The text recorded above was exactly the same as what he remembered from the Bible. Schiller could recite the Bible by heart, but for some reason, he just wanted to flip through this Bible.

"This isn't for priests," Batman said aloud.

"You can walk around here," Schiller reminded him, "and look around the confessional and the bedroom. I want to communicate with God here."

Batman glanced at him, but seemed to see nothing. He turned and walked inside.

Schiller flipped through the Bible and compared the contents with what was in his mind one by one. At first, there seemed to be no problem and the contents all matched, basically word for word.

But when he turned the page, Schiller saw that some words had been erased. Only one letter was erased from each word, so he could still tell what the word was and which letter was erased.

Turning to the last page, Schiller discovered that about a hundred characters had been erased.

After going over the characters briefly in his mind, Schiller realized that the order of the characters was disrupted and he had to master the correct method to rearrange them.

But Schiller didn't want to arrange them, he could probably guess what the combination of letters would look like.

First, the number of vowels and consonants means that the combination is unlikely to be English and more likely to be Latin, and the spells in the "Water God Ketayat" are all in Latin.

Secondly, Schiller originally thought that Jeff just happened to get a spell from someone, but after finding the book in his house, he realized that Jeff was very likely to have been exposed to forbidden knowledge.

There are two outcomes for people who are exposed to taboo knowledge. One is that they become too proud of it and become suspicious every day, worrying that someone will come to snatch their treasure, which will eventually drive them crazy.

Or they are determined to spread the forbidden knowledge, hoping that as many people as possible will know it, even at the cost of their own lives, and ultimately driving themselves crazy.

Schiller thought old Sirtek was the first type, while Jeff was more like the second type. Batman said that this Bible was not the kind used by priests, so it was very likely left by Jeff, who deliberately used this method to attract attention. Once someone cracked the secret of the characters, he would obtain a forbidden spell.

"Are you sure you don't want to try to crack it?" The Transcendent asked, "If you succeed in cracking it, you can gain myth skill points, and you can also get a spell."

"There's no need for that," Schiller said. "I don't intend to deal with this in a mythological way, because in the final analysis, this is a human disaster. If it falls on humans, it must be solved in a human way. It won't work if I rely on magic."

"Your view is unique," said the Beyonder, "but not unique, because Batman thinks the same way."

Schiller heard the hidden meaning in his words, so he asked tentatively: "Batman has also been exposed to mythological knowledge?"

"He's gone further than you."

Schiller immediately realized that Batman might have been exposed to forbidden knowledge. After all, he was the first person to go to the dock. Not only might he encounter many deep divers, but he might also encounter some other horrible things.

Thinking of this, Schiller felt a little worried. He quickly walked through the side door and saw Batman standing at the end of the corridor. Some hallucinations flashed through his mind, which was a sign of declining mental health.

"What did you see at the dock?" Schiller asked directly.

"I found the correct way to apply psychoanalysis." Batman seemed to be answering a question that was not related to the question. He said, "At the same time, I came into contact with a magical existence."

Schiller took a deep breath and hoped to God that it wasn't an Outer God. It would be better if it was a giant octopus. Now they had no means to deal with the coming of an Outer God. If they came, they would be wiped out.

"What's his name?"

Batman shook his head and said nothing. Schiller didn't know whether he couldn't repeat the name or didn't want to say it, but he reminded: "I hope you're not bold enough to communicate with him directly, are you?"

Batman shook his head again.

Schiller breathed a sigh of relief, and then continued, "I learned from this book that there are many horrible beings in unknown places ready to descend at any time. I hope you will not become their accomplice, otherwise you will never be able to escape your guilt."

He felt that his hints were clear enough, but he didn't know if Batman had listened or not. Batman was in a very strange state now, and he seemed to have become ethereal.

Just now Batman said that he had found the correct way to apply psychoanalysis. Schiller guessed that he must have learned this skill, but he didn't know what kind of situation would allow Batman to actively choose psychoanalysis.

"Have you finished reading the Bible?" Batman asked.

"I have read it, but I cannot give it to you." Schiller put the Bible away and said, "It's not that I'm stingy. I just don't think you are the kind of person who would pin your hopes on religion."

"You saw something in there that you didn't want me to know," Batman said. "Something you didn't even want to know. Something you thought might be disastrous."

Schiller sighed and said, "Even if you can do it, you don't have to be so anxious to show me your mind-reading skills, because it's not uncommon. I spend time with thousands of people like this every day. You just need to know it yourself. You don't need to tell me. I don't have time to listen."

After that, he glanced toward the corridor and said, "Have you checked the bedrooms and study?"

"Yes." Batman nodded and said, "There are some things in the study. Do you want to come and take a look?"

Batman turned and walked forward, and Schiller followed behind him. After the study door opened, Schiller did not follow Batman in, but raised the crowbar in his hand high.

Bang!

"Hiss..." The Transcendent took a deep breath in Schiller's heart and said, "Are you really going to kill me?"

"There's something wrong with him." Schiller put away the bloody crowbar and frowned deeply as he looked at Batman who had fainted after being hit on the back of the head.

"I believe that he will indeed be forced to seek psychoanalysis because of temporary difficulties, and his old friend will also help him, but once he is out of trouble, he will quickly solve this problem."

"Because he is not used to this kind of method at all. If possible, he will definitely regain his sanity as soon as possible and get everything back on track, instead of suddenly converting to this subject that he once regarded as a theology and demonstrating it again and again in front of me."

"What has actually happened?"

Schiller was about to lower his head to pull Batman, but when he raised his eyes, he saw the scene inside the study.

All the candles were lit, and the room was brightly lit. All the walls, floors, tables and even objects in the study were engraved with blasphemous spells.

"Uh--"

Schiller let out a scream, blood flowed from his eyes, he hurriedly stepped back a few steps, squatted there and gasped for a while.

When he opened his eyes, he found that his vision was blood red. There was no sign of improvement. Those blasphemous and terrifying words were still circling in his field of vision. Schiller had no choice but to activate his soul-soothing skill and force his mental health value to rise.

After a while, he finally recovered and Schiller breathed a sigh of relief.

He had expected that this might be a trap because Batman's reaction was too abnormal, but he didn't expect that the guy who confused Batman was so cruel.

Just now he just glanced at it out of the corner of his eye when he looked up. If he really followed Batman in and was surrounded by these spells, and Batman blocked the door and left him with no way to retreat, then he could really choose the paradise he liked.

After Schiller recovered, he quickly dragged Batman by his ankle. Worried that there might be danger in other rooms, he simply dragged Batman to the pulpit.

After giving Batman a painkiller and checking the wound on the back of his head to make sure he would not bleed to death, Schiller began to think about what was going on.