Chapter 1715 Bruce Wayne and the Chamber of Secrets (Thirteen)

When Harley paddled back violently, she realized that there was nothing there.

But the three people present heard that sentence, which was mixed with a biting coldness and loomed behind the flute sound in the far north. When it dissipated, the dark clouds over the Himalayas finally dissipated, revealing a deeper, beautiful and terrifying starry sky.

"I heard it..." Bruce walked barefoot to the door, then opened the window in the corridor and shouted to the empty valley: "I saw you, I know your name, answer my call, from that huge dark room, from your ebony palace..."

The next second, Bruce felt himself fall to the ground, the world was spinning, Barry was pulling his shoulders tightly, Harley stood beside him expressionlessly, Barry kept shaking his body with his hands and said: "Wake up! Bruce! You almost jumped out of the window in the corridor just now! What happened to you?"

"He was bewitched." Harley's cold voice came, followed by a sigh, he said: "Just like those students who launched the attack in the school, he was bewitched by the monster just now. "

"He's not a monster." Bruce, who was lying on the floor, looked at the ceiling with a blank look in his eyes, and said, "He is a priest who dances and sings outside the dark room, blind, dumb, stupid..."

"Dark room?" Barry keenly caught a word, and then he suddenly opened his eyes and mouth in shock, raised his voice and said, "'The door of the secret room has been opened, and those who are enemies of the heirs, be careful! '? ? ? "

He stared at Bruce Wayne, and Harley held the paper in her hand. She said silently in her heart, "Is that why you asked me to write that sentence on the wall? Who lives in the so-called secret room accompanied by the whistling flute and the rumbling drums, and the dark room where countless gods and souls dance around? "

The gray vortex sighed.

"Answer me." Harley repeated.

"The truth has a price."

"What do you want?"

"Your friend Bruce Wayne has answered the call of the stars: Nyarlathotep, one of the three pillars of gods, left an old mark on him, allowing him to glimpse a corner of the mysterious palace. You must defeat him and send this terrifying outer god back to his palace."

"Who is Nyarlathotep?"

"Go back and get your book, which contains all the secrets about him... about us."

Nyarlathotep's figure did not appear on the screen, but from Bruce's behavior and language, everyone could see that a mysterious existence had influenced him.

The words on the Book of the Dead and the words interpreted by Schiller in the dean's office appeared almost at the same time.

"There is a mysterious group of beings in the depths of the stars. People call them Outer Gods, but they call themselves Fan Gods. They sing and dance around a huge dark room, accompanied by the sound of flutes and drums. Everything is frantic and euphoric. There are countless unknown horrors for people..."

"Nyarlathotep, the chaos in the 'nameless fog' and 'chaos', he lives in the ebony palace in the far north, with a flutist behind him playing music for him. He is almost the only rational person among the Outer Gods who can be understood by humans, and he is almost the most purposeful one among all the blind and foolish gods. He is more like a demon that tempts people to fall in human mythology..."

"No wonder." Zatanna touched her chin and said, "Just like you said, the attackers of the school attack had a purpose. They were not completely crazy, and their minds were not confused at all. They could even control magic rationally. They were most likely deceived, and they were deceived in a targeted way."

"We were deceived by him too." Bruce shook his head slightly and said, "Remember the story behind Jennifer Mavey tentacles? Everything is about cognition. I think this is the characteristic of this pantheon. "

"If you can be so sharp in psychology, your professor will be very happy." Schiller smiled and said, "But you are right. Humans' understanding of them is the greatest influence they exert on humans."

"Once humans really recognize them, they will inevitably be influenced by them. Most of the outer gods are not interested in whether humans recognize them. Just like the stars hanging in the sky, whether humans look at them or not, they will exist forever."

"But Nyarlathotep is an exception. He likes to disguise himself consciously, and then let humans inadvertently recognize a certain side of him, and humans will be bewitched by him and work for him."

"Does he need human faith?"

"Absolutely not." Schiller shook his head and said, "But you have to understand that not everyone needs to be rewarded for doing things. Some people just want to see the world burn."

Instantly, everyone's eyes were fixed on Schiller.

But Schiller obviously had no shame at all. On the contrary, he enjoyed this kind of attention. He opened his arms and said like an artist introducing his own artwork: "It is an indescribable supreme happiness to make the world crazy, to make all tragic art focus on it, and to make it burn more vigorously because of your existence."

"For Nyarlathotep, he can do more. He ignites the flame of his own tragic art in every rational and intelligent race, making them burn more vigorously."

"But what he did was not noble." Pamela crossed her arms and said dissatisfiedly: "Distorting students' cognition and making them crazy to attack others, what kind of art is this? It's simply buying a casket and returning the pearl!"

"So what do you think should be done, Miss Pamela?" Schiller was not angry at the interruption of his narration. He just squinted his eyes and smiled, looking at Pamela with some curiosity and asked.

"He should look for students who have real stories. I can see that many of them have experienced unimaginable tragedies before embarking on this pilgrimage."

Pamela's tone gradually became lower, and her eyes showed that she seemed to have entered another world. She said: "They have gained their own obsessions in these tragic stories, which does not require any cognitive distortion at all. With a little guidance, obsession will become the most ideal piece of firewood for the crazy flame."

Harry's notes quickly appeared on the second page of the Book of the Dead, just below Nyarlathotep's information, and she wrote quickly in gorgeous notes.

"The poor will get wealth at all costs, the lonely will devote everything to seek companionship, the lost will disregard all laws to get it back, and the excess will be thrown away even if they are at the end of their rope - this is the best way to make people crazy, regardless of greatness, no magic is needed, the madness that can make people obtain is the best madness."

"Then prove yourself to him, I will watch you.

"That's enough. "

Harley finished drawing the last word, she put down her pen and closed the book without hesitation, and Helen stood behind her.

"You opened it."

"More than that."

When Harley turned around, gray and blue tentacles crawled out of the dark pupils in the center of her brown eyes.

"I contracted him, not just him, but them."

"You are crazy! Harley Quinzel!" Helen walked up and looked into Harley's eyes and said, "Do you know what you are doing? That is a mysterious existence that even the Ancient One may not be able to deal with, and you... You even reached a contract with Sithon, he is not a good person either!"

"He is a waste. "

Helen was speechless. She took a deep breath, put her hands on her waist and looked at the book in Harley's hand. She ran to the table and said, "Okay, in that case, tell me what this book is about and what it has to do with the school attack..."

This time, it was Barry's turn to dream.

He saw many bubbles in his dream. Some consciousness told him that it was one universe after another, but they were broken one after another because of countless time retracing and space shuttle.

"Can you feel this great power?" a voice asked.

"I just think you are cruel." Barry answered instinctively.

"That's not cruel. The power contributed by countless universes enables me to do greater things. You should join me."

"You are wrong. I don't even know who you are."

"But you have a talent."

"I'm just an ordinary person."

"The kind that travels through the universe? "

Instantly, the dream turned upside down, and Barry found himself in the vast starry sky, and under his feet was... a book.

A huge book was suspended in the starry sky, becoming a solid ground. There were many mysterious words written on the pages, but Barry could not see any of them clearly. He only knew that this huge book emitting an evil red light was the only foundation that supported him from falling.

"Clatter."

The exquisite afternoon tea round table, two Victorian-style single sofas, a set of exquisite white porcelain tea sets and hot tea fell in the center of the pages one after another. Barry found himself sitting on the chair, and the chair opposite turned around, and Barry exclaimed.

"Professor Strange? !"

"Oh? Have you seen me in that universe? Under what circumstances? In that ridiculous magic academy?" Another Strange with slightly gray skin sneered and asked.

Barry pressed himself tightly against the back of the soft leather chair. He swallowed and said, "You are not Professor Strange! Who are you? What are you doing here?"

"Don't be nervous, kid, this is just your dream, and I just happened to sleepwalk here."

"Coincidence?!"

"Well, it's not that coincidental." This strange Strange picked up the teapot and poured himself a cup of hot tea, then took a sip of the tea with his fingers and said, "Your universe is a bit strange, almost reaching the edge of my sleepwalking, which means you must be very far away, but perhaps it also means that there is a greater power hidden here. Are you willing to bring me this secret?"

"Do you think I look willing?!"

Barry seemed to explode suddenly. He straightened his back and roared at Strange opposite him like an angry lion: "I just came to school with an admission letter. I thought I would meet kind teachers and classmates, learn the knowledge I need in the future, or even experience the mystery of magic!"

"But what am I doing now?! I am in a room at an altitude of 6,000 meters, listening to a madman muttering nonsense about the dark chamber! People in the school are constantly being attacked, and it seems that the only two people I know are planning to duel in the competition!"

Barry said, grabbing his hair in collapse.

"And now you are going to tell me that you want to sign a contract with me and let me kill them all?!"

"Uh, I..."

"OK, I do! Sign!"