Chapter 303 Three Detectives (VI)

"I called the police, I controlled the key manager who led the way, I set the traps in the room, I placed the ghosts in the corridor, and I even allowed Laurena to summon the devil to possess her. My goal was to kill you in the boarding school..."

Schiller was writing in the medical record book, and he commented without looking up: "There are too many loopholes."

"Starting from the part where you sacrificed Cooper to the devil, this plan has too many mistakes. When I went to investigate the scene of Cooper's death, I saw the magic circle at first sight. At this time, any normal person would associate this matter with some mystical factors."

"You wrote the answer on the riddle, do you still expect others not to be on guard?"

"The traps in the boarding school are even more It was a mess. The key manager's words and actions were too impatient and too purposeful. The drawer and key trap in that room... You deliberately put a lock on the drawer and put a key in a conspicuous place. "

"If I'm not mistaken, there is no curse on the key, but as soon as the drawer is opened, the sheep skull inside will release a death curse."

"You are really not an ordinary person." Constantine looked into Schiller's eyes and said, "You didn't open the drawer, but you know what's inside."

Schiller ignored him and continued, "Do you think this is a computer game? A lock must have a key. As long as you have the key, you can open the lock, find clues, and push to the next level. Constantine, this routine is not for me I've seen too much..."

"After that, you lured us to the basement, and your rhetoric was even less convincing. Any heroic vigilante hero would not be like you..."

Schiller looked Constantine up and down with his eyes. Constantine understood what he meant. He tilted his head and said, "Well, I look like an overindulgent, drug-addicted addict. Those overly righteous lines are a bit inconsistent with my appearance, but it doesn't matter. Even if I can't kill you, I can delay time."

"Up to this point, my plan has been going smoothly, because you were indeed delayed by me, but what puzzles me most is..."

"What puzzles you most is why you got caught?"

Schiller put the pen upright on the table, smiled and said, " In fact, this is a very common blind spot in thinking. Constantine, tell me, why do you think that 'crazy wine' is really a kind of 'wine'? "

The other three people present were slightly stunned, and Gordon said without thinking: "Why is crazy wine not wine?"

Schiller raised the pen in his hand and said: "You know? This is a carrot."

"What do you mean?"

"I'm not saying that this pen is a carrot, but I call it 'a carrot', and the name of this pen is 'a carrot'."

"Your behavior is like a stupid rabbit. When you heard that I have 'a carrot' here, you came up, but this is not a carrot, but a pen called 'a carrot', so you took a bite, but you didn't eat the carrot, and you broke your front teeth. "...

"I named this mysterious liquid that can pull people into dreams 'crazy wine', so you really regarded it as a kind of wine, thinking that they will stay in the bottle quietly until you pull out the cork and pour it into your mouth. "

"Let me give you another example. "Schiller threw the pen on the table and said, "Now, I named this mysterious liquid 'hexafluoroantimonic acid'. Will you rush directly to it and grab the bottle without thinking and without wearing gloves?" Gordon shook his head and said, "Although I don't know what your long list of chemical terms are, when I heard the name, I knew it must be a dangerous thing. I would choose to walk around it." "You see, that's it. I named this liquid 'crazy wine', but it's just called 'wine'. I didn't say that it will be like ordinary wine. It will take effect when you drink it into your mouth. This liquid can be absorbed not only through the gastric mucosa, but also through the respiratory tract and skin contact. " "Moreover, the bottle I put on the bookshelf contains a concentrated liquid, which must be mixed with ordinary wine before drinking. Just a little contact will immediately pull you into the dream. "

"Let me guess, this clever Mr. Constantine thought it was real wine, so he not only took the bottle without gloves, but also touched the cork with wine, and immediately fell into a dream..."

Constantine turned his head to one side, but Schiller continued: "It's like you arranged a series of great plans to destroy the world, but in the end you failed because you couldn't find a parking space."

"I admit that I underestimated your cunning and perversion. So what do you want to do?"

"Don't you want to meet Morpheus, the sleeper? I can help you. I have a fast passage that I dug before, which can save you a lot of effort, but you must agree to one condition of mine..."

"Tell me, can it be worse than it is now?"

"Since you killed Lawrence and started the Twelve Apostles serial murder case, you have to be responsible for finding the murderer who killed Hawke and Richie. "

Schiller looked at Batman and said, "Let him take the blame first, and then try these murderers together. You should have no objection, right?"

"I can investigate these two cases myself."

"Really? It seems that there is not enough homework..."

Batman shut up, Schiller looked at Gordon again, Gordon waved his hand and said, "As long as the murderer can be tried, it's fine. If it weren't for your help this time, we would not be able to catch this magic guy. Whatever you say, we will do it. After all, you are experienced..."

"I say, shouldn't you ask my opinion?" Constantine shook his head and said, "I am a rock singer, and secondly an exorcist. I don't know how to do it. I can't investigate cases."

"I heard that your name in the circle is 'Hell Detective'. It just so happens that we have a 'Gotham Detective' and a 'Chicago Detective' here. The three of you should be able to solve any case together, right?"

"The focus of Hell Detective is hell... Well, if that's what you want, I'll do my best."

One day later, Batman looked at Constantine, who was lying in the corner with a dazed look and a dull expression. He looked at the drug addicts in the drug den who looked similar to him. He suddenly understood the method Schiller told him, that is, no matter where he saw this person, he would beat him up. ...

"How much did you take?" Batman asked in a deep voice.

Constantine uttered a word from his throat: "Cigarette..."

Batman grabbed his collar and punched him. Constantine sobered up a little. He shook his head and said, "Thank you, it's stronger than cigarettes."

Batman let go of his hand and threw him to the ground. Constantine's shoulder hit the wall, but he didn't care at all. He fumbled around his body and took out a wrinkled cigarette box. He took out a cigarette from it and asked Batman: "Do you have a lighter?"

"When are you going to investigate the case?"

"Why don't you go? Anyway, he won't be watching me all the time. You also said that you can find out by yourself, so go and investigate. I'll stay here for a while. Isn't this a perfect cooperation?"

" If I could avoid cooperating with you, you wouldn't be here."

"Hehe..." Constantine laughed twice in a low voice. His cigarette was not lit, but he still held it in his mouth. He lay down against the corner, looked at Batman and said, "Is it the homework assigned to you by the good professor? Little boy..."

"I can see that you are a very simple boy. You are a rookie and have been away from your parents for a short time. Your heart and mind are full of your heroic dreams, wanting to fight criminals and uphold justice..."

"But before long, you will understand that there are more interesting things in this world than that..." Constantine's voice is always hoarse. He pulled off his tie and looked disheveled.

The psychedelic and euphoric feeling of the drug had not yet passed, which made Constantine look a little crazy. He pulled his collar and looked at Batman and said, "You have to learn to relax a little, and you will be like me, and see the only remaining beauty in this damn world..."

"My child, why are you so serious?"

Batman's arm muscles tensed up instantly. Constantine saw this detail and thought his temptation was successful. The moment he laughed, a fist as big as a sandbag appeared in his field of vision.

Ten minutes later, Constantine followed Batman with a bruised face. He complained, "What did I say wrong? Even if you are not interested in me, we can still have fun. You know, I am a very open person..."

Another ten minutes later, Gordon looked at Constantine, who was even more bruised, and said, "You didn't really listen to Schiller, did you? Batman, I say, even if he is a criminal, you can't... Isn't this a bit too much?"

"Thank you for speaking for me, officer, do you have a lighter?"

Gordon took out a lighter from his pocket and handed it to Constantine. Constantine lit the cigarette and took a puff. After he exhaled the smoke, Gordon shrugged and said, "... God, what did you put in the cigarette? Damn it! Put it down! You actually threw leaves in front of the police??? Put it down!!!"

Another ten minutes later, Gordon put his hands on his waist and looked at a ball of mud lying in the corner. Constantine, he touched his forehead and said: "I swear I really don't want to hit him, but he's too much..."

Gordon pinched the pack of cigarettes, took out a cigarette from it, and after peeling off the outer skin, he said: "Others add a little stuff to the tobacco leaves, he adds a little tobacco leaves to the stuffing, you bitch-raised drug addict, aren't you afraid of smoking yourself to death?"

Constantine, who was drunk again, smiled and said: "You say, if the devil eats the soul of a drug addict like me, will he also cry and scratch his face like those stray dogs on the street?"

Gordon looked at Batman and said: "He is hopeless. Even in Gotham, I rarely see such a bad guy."

After that, he nodded again and said: "What Schiller said makes sense. No matter where you see him, it's right to beat him up."

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