Chapter 1489: Birds and Return (Thirty-Four)

"Why are you confused?" Bruce asked the voice in his heart.

"Because humans are always unnecessarily wary of great power." The voice from the black diamond replied: "They refuse to believe that there is anger in their hearts that can drive everything. They are willing to be weak and have no ambition at all."

"But I have all these." Bruce invited in a subtle way and said: "Just a glimpse of the anger in my heart will make you understand that I am different from others."

"To be considered, are you going to let me in?"

"I feel very strange, do you guide every host like this?" Bruce asked, looking at the body of the man on the roadside.

"Of course not, it's just that these stupid ordinary people went crazy because of fear when they heard my voice. I can only manipulate their bodies, but I can't communicate with them. You are the first person who can answer my questions rationally."

"Very good, it seems that we are a perfect match. What can you do for me?" "What are you craving?"

"Knowledge, endless knowledge."

"Then I can give you what you want." "Why do you say that?"

"I come from a great existence that you can't imagine. I came from the beginning of creation and listened to all the secrets in the evolution of the universe..."

"Tell me one first."

The strange voice sounded as if it was choked, and made an oh sound. Bruce's tone was still brisk. It didn't sound like he was communicating with a mysterious voice that invaded his mind, but like bargaining for vegetables on the street.

"You said you have great power, but you may not have it. Even if you do, you may not give it to me. You have to show me something to show me your sincerity, right?"

"You damned humans!" The mysterious voice was angry, and he cursed: "Selfish, cunning, short-sighted!"

"Yes, that's how we are. This is human beings. Welcome to human society."

The mysterious voice was choked again. After a long time, he asked in a sullen tone: "So, what do you want to know?"

"It's not suitable to talk here. Let's go back to the room and talk slowly."

When Bruce returned to the Forgotten Bookstore with the black diamond in his hand, he saw Red Hood coming out of the kitchen with a glass of water. Bruce nodded to him, walked up the stairs quickly, returned to the window of the study room before, and began to torture another great existence with endless questions.

Red Hood put the cup of water on the table. Schiller, who was sitting at the table reading a book, looked up at him and said, "Thank you." "You're welcome. I just think I should do something for you."

"Come here, Jason, sit down. "Schiller pointed at the chair opposite and said, "Look at this." Schiller handed over a book. After Red Hood took it, he frowned and looked at the cover and read the title on the cover: "Psychology of Magic?" He turned the pages and saw a proverb on the first page - "Grasping the psychology of the god you contracted is the first step to learn magic well." Red Hood tilted his head, a little confused. Schiller put down the book in his hand, looked into his eyes and explained: "What do you think the essence of magic is?" "I don't know much about magic." Red Hood said very bluntly, then he thought for a while and answered: But Constantine said that the essence of magic is debt. "Schiller shook his head and said: "The essence of magic is negotiation, and the essence of negotiation is psychology." Schiller took a sip of water, looked at the manuscript he placed next to him and said: "Magicians gain power by negotiating with powerful beings outside of humans. The strength of a magician depends only on the strength of the negotiation object and how much power they gain from the negotiation object. "

"In this case, the essence of magic is actually to choose a suitable negotiating partner and get enough power from him."

Red Hood was attracted by what Schiller said. He had never thought that he could look at magic from this perspective. He recalled the members of the Dark Justice League he had met before and said: "The magicians I know always seem very mysterious. They are very secretive about magic, and Batman doesn't let us get in touch with this aspect. He said that magic is not a good thing."

"That's true for Batman." Schiller nodded without refutation. Red Hood felt more confused, so he said: "But you seem to have a different view from him. You don't regard magic as something mysterious, nor do you think it is harmful."

"Jason, this is one thing. It is precisely because of the nature of magic that Batman is unwilling to let you get in touch with it. Do you think that if magic depends on your own practice, as long as you work hard, you can get results. Will Batman still stop you from getting in touch with magic?"

"Batman always emphasizes the importance of practice to us. "Yes, because he is such a person. He does not trust the power from other objects. He believes that if you come into contact with this kind of power, you are likely to be manipulated." Red Hood leaned forward and listened carefully to Schiller. He felt that Schiller was too familiar with Batman, and his analysis of Batman was always unexpected but reasonable.

"Batman thinks magic will make you lazy. If you can borrow powerful power from other beings at will, what's the point of practicing for years?"

Schiller looked into Red Hood's eyes and said, "Jason, can you guarantee that you will not be tempted at all and restrain yourself in front of the power that can be easily obtained?"

"I..." Red Hood paused, but he remained honest, lowered his eyes and said, "I'm afraid it's difficult. Maybe I can hold it back once, but it's hard to avoid being tempted if it happens too many times."

"Yes, everyone in the Bat Family wants to fight for a special position in Batman's heart, and if there is a powerful power that can easily surpass everyone, you will be tempted. This is why Batman has warned you several times to stay away from magic."

"But my opinion is slightly different from Batman's." Schiller's eyes fell on the manuscript paper again, and he continued: "I am not the kind of person who calls on the world to give up using credit cards because of the risks of overspending."

"Credit cards are indeed dangerous, especially those with very simple procedures and almost no review of user qualifications. They are especially dangerous for young people because you are the most likely to be brainwashed by consumerism."

"But we have to admit that some overspending loan qualifications can save people from danger, and reasonable, legal and compliant loans can also make social security better. After all, when you are in urgent need of money, if the bank can lend it, you won't want to rob, right?"

Red Hood nodded. This is a very simple logic, so He figured it out quickly, and he said, "That is to say, although magic is borrowed from others, if it can be borrowed in a reasonable way and used properly, it can prevent some people from using more dangerous things, right?"

Schiller nodded, showing a satisfied expression, he tapped the table with his fingertips and said, "Devils often deceive humans into signing unequal treaties, and angels are not much better, but they can only deceive and not force, which proves that they have scruples."

"But some more crazy beings don't have these scruples. They will bewitch every human they meet, or even directly control them. Magicians at least have room for free thinking, and the behavior of squandering power can be curbed by reason, but they can be forced. The controlled humans are complete victims, so the existence of magic is reasonable. "

Red Hood nodded again, then he looked at Schiller eagerly and said, "Will you teach me magic?"

"I can only teach you psychology." Schiller smiled and said, "But this is the killer of our school."

Schiller exhaled and explained, "The power of magic comes from another group of intelligent life, and as long as it is intelligent life, it can be understood psychologically and behaviorally, and even further, they can be bewitched and guided, and if you master this method, you can be said to have mastered magic."

Red Hood's eyebrows gradually tightened, and he was silent for more than ten seconds before saying, "I think this is a bit abstract, is there any more practical example?"

Schiller put down the manuscript and stood up, walked to the telephone station under the stairs on the first floor, picked up the phone, dialed a number and said to the other side: "Hello, Lucifer? It's me, it's like this, can you make it rain where I am now?"

"Why? No reason... Oh, really? "Schiller lowered his head to admire the pattern on the carpet, and then said, "Then you go ahead, I'll call Gabriel to ask."

With a whoosh, a strong wind blew at the door of the Forgotten Bookstore, and the Red Hood turned his head to look out the window.

Dark clouds gathered above the bookstore, and the light of lightning flashed across the skyline. Thunder and rain sounded almost at the same time. In just one second, heavy rain fell all over London.

Schiller put down the phone and walked back to the table. The Red Hood looked at him in amazement. He pointed at Schiller, then at the phone, and then at himself, then lowered his head and stared at the book "Magical Psychology" in front of him with shining eyes.

Before he opened the book, Schiller also looked out the window and asked, "Where are Dick and Tim? Were they all sent out by Bruce?"

"Dick went to Diana to help Bruce get something, and Tim was here just now." The Red Hood looked around and said, "Constantine came back just now, and Tim might have been called away by him. "

Schiller opened his eyes slightly and said, "What does Constantine want to find Tim for? ······Forget it, you read the first chapter first, and ask me if you don't understand anything. When you finish the first three chapters, you can go to hell and find a demon to practice with. "

Red Hood smiled brightly, rubbed his hands and said, "I can't wait. I really want to know what Batman's expression will be when he sees me learn magic."

The sound of rain spread in the dense pine forest, the deep green flowed like thick ink, the water vapor drifted on the cold surface of the land, and bursts of thick fog passed through the tangled vines, making the tombstone reflect the eerie light between the water.

In front of the gravekeeper's hut of All Souls Cemetery, several figures rushed into the hut in a hurry. Red Robin put down the cloak used to protect against rain, looked at Constantine and said, "It didn't rain for a few days in London. It rained so hard just after you called me out. I don't know whether to say you are lucky or unlucky."

"Usually it's the latter." Constantine said without any guilt, "For what we are doing now, such heavy rain will completely wash away the traces of their actions here. We have to hurry up."

"I don't need those obvious footprints for reasoning. Isn't this the purpose of you calling me here?" There was no arrogance in Red Robin's tone, as if he was telling a fact.

"Then let's get started quickly, great detective, we need to know who took Kaz away and where they went."

Red Robin didn't speak, but took the lantern from Constantine's hand, turned around and looked carefully at the situation in the gravekeeper's hut.

In the detective's field of vision, the fine rain began to rise again, the cold mist sank into the ground again, and the fire in the fireplace burned more and more vigorously.

With a loud bang, the uninvited guest broke into the lifeless house. The pupils of the necromancer Kaz, who was processing the corpse on the dissection table, reflected the figure of a woman with blood-red pupils.