Chapter 258: Dream Stealer and Truman (Part 1)

In the room of the manor, on the soft sofa, Victor leaned on the armrest of the sofa. He looked back at Schiller who was sitting behind the table fiddling with the globe and asked him: "Why did you call us all here?"

Cobert was fiddling with a lock on his pocket, as if he wanted to adjust its length. Yin Wensi, who was sitting opposite him, was holding a wine glass and shaking the wine inside. The liquid showed a golden luster and white foam. Jack was lying on a single sofa, squinting his eyes and taking a nap.

Schiller leaned back in his chair, fiddling with the globe in his hand. When he put the globe on the table, the earth model on the globe was still rotating slightly. He looked at Victor and asked, "Don't you notice anything different here?"

"What's different?" Victor looked up and looked around the room. This was the living room of Schiller's manor. There was a row of soft sofas, two single sofas and several cushions. There was also a coffee table in the middle of the sofa. On one side of the room was Schiller's table. Behind the table was a row of huge bookshelves, which were filled with all kinds of sundries.

Victor had been here before, and he didn't see anything unusual. Just when he wanted to continue asking Schiller, he looked at Schiller again and felt that something was wrong. He asked Schiller, "What's wrong with your head?"

At this time, Schiller's head turned into a rotating globe, and the others didn't notice it at all. Only Jack, who was lying opposite, opened one eye slightly and made two "hissing" sounds from his teeth.

"Okay..." Schiller with the globe head stood up from behind the table. This should have been a very strange scene, but Victor didn't feel anything unusual, as if it was normal for him to become like this.

"Think carefully, Victor, how did you get here?"

"Of course I walked from school, I..." Victor was stunned for a moment, then said: "Am I dreaming?... Is this my dream?"

"You said it the other way around, this is not your dream, but my dream."

Victor showed a surprised expression, Schiller walked to Victor and sat down, turning his globe head to look at Victor. Victor was not sure if he really turned his head, because the globe was actually turning all the time.

Except for Jack, the others slowly sat up, and then looked at this space in surprise as if they had just woken up.

"Of course, human consciousness space cannot be connected, just like dreams cannot be connected. What one person imagines in his mind, another person cannot see, touch, or observe closely..."

"But..." Schiller with the globe head turned his head to Yin Wensi again, and said: "The reason why I can pull other people's ideas into my consciousness space has to start with you, Yin Wensi..."

Yin Wensi looked at Schiller's globe head, and he didn't know what to say for a moment. This scene was extremely terrifying in reality, but he didn't think there was any problem in this consciousness space, because there were many more weird things, such as, they were sitting on the ceiling now.

The sofa and coffee table they were sitting on were stuck to the ceiling, and the chandelier was not far from Yin Wensi's hand. At some point, the whole space was turned upside down, but they still didn't find anything abnormal.

For example, Yin Wensi focused his sight on his nose and found that it had a clown's red nose, and he didn't feel that there was anything more in his sight.

Jack pinched the red ball on his nose with his hands, making two "chi chi" sounds, and he smiled happily.

"Are you saying that we are all in your dream now, Professor?" Yin Wens scratched his head and said very puzzledly: "But as you said, how can the dreams of several people come together?"

"Since you have learned the truth about his birth from Alberto, have you ever thought about why the Court of Owls and the old priest created Alberto's personality?"

"Uh... Alberto didn't tell me about this. He didn't seem to know his origins. He just appeared out of thin air one day..."

"That's why I said that this should start with you..."

"Let's sort out our thoughts. In the last incident, we learned that the Court of Owls found something called "fine wine" that appeared in the basement of Gotham Cathedral. After their research failed, , found a priest, the priest made some research results and handed them over to the Court of Owls, and then they created your brother's personality, so what should be the key to this question? "

Yin Wens is not stupid, he just wanted to answer, Cobert said before him: "It's that kind of 'wine'."

"Yes, when I communicated with the godfather and the priest before, the priest told me that in the church, he has an ability that ordinary people don't have. It is a special ability similar to mind reading, which can feel some of the other person's mental characteristics. "

"It is precisely because of this ability that he saw my difference, so he hired me to be your tutor, Yin Wens, do you understand now?"

"So, that kind of wine has the function of giving people the ability to read minds?"

The globe shook its head slightly. In fact, no one could tell whether it really shook its head because the globe was spinning.

"That kind of fine wine, or I prefer to call it Dionysus Factor, you can think of it as a liquid brain wave amplifier..."

"Brain wave amplifier?" Victor frowned and said, "I have also studied the theory of brain waves. I have also heard of the theory of controlling people's minds by interfering with brain waves, but you said that a special liquid can amplify people's brain waves, isn't it a bit too..."

"We don't need to crack its principle, we just need to know its effect. In short, the priest handed over the research results of fine wine to the Owl Court, and the Owl Court used fine wine to create the personality of Alberto..."

"So, where is he now?" Yin Wens looked around, and Schiller explained, "His house is being built to a critical part, so you came here."

"In short, after I asked the priest, After confirming this, I knew that the Dionysus factor might be related to the human consciousness world. "

"And I happened to have several other liquids related to this in my hand. I asked another biological friend to mix them in a certain proportion to achieve an effect that amplifies brain waves to the extreme. I call it "crazy wine." "

"When it was first made, I couldn't be sure whether it would work, so..." Schiller turned his head to Jack, and Jack shook his head and said: "So, when you were drinking with me, you added this thing to our wine..."

"Then, our two consciousness worlds were indeed connected, and there was also an annoying guy who ran out of your consciousness world and wanted to trick me into your consciousness world and go to jail for him."

"Just now, I invited you to Come to my manor, and then I will treat you to a drink. A few drops of this crazy wine are added to everyone's wine, so now, we are sitting here."

"Welcome to my consciousness space, everyone."

In an instant, everyone woke up. Victor recalled how he came to Schiller's manor on a rainy day and drank a sip of wine. Cobert and Victor also recalled the process from entering the door to taking off their coats and putting away their umbrellas. Schiller explained: "When you just come in, you will have a period of adaptation. You may not be able to distinguish between reality and illusion, so you will not feel anything abnormal."

"Just like you don't feel strange when you see an upside-down high-rise building in a dream, it takes an adaptation process from waking up to dreaming. Of course, if I reveal the truth, the speed of this adaptation will be faster."

"I understand the reason..." Victor turned to Schiller and asked him: "But why do you want to turn your head into a globe?"

Schiller reached out and moved the globe on his head, then said: "Not only me, you can also change. Although this is my consciousness space, when our brain waves blend together, you also have a certain degree of autonomy here."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jack's head "bang" turned into a fried chicken wing, and a big smiley face appeared on the fried chicken wing. Jack's voice came from the cracked big mouth: "This is what I ate tonight. It tastes good. Of course, it's not cooked inside. It's really fishy..."

Yin Wensi stared at Jack, who was frying chicken wings next to him. He could even smell the aroma of fried food coming from it.

"This... how should I do it?"

Before he tried, Victor had a strangely shaped freezing gun in his hand. They looked at the gun in their hands with some curiosity and said, "This is the latest model I conceived before, but I haven't had time to make it yet. I didn't expect it to be so real."

"In the space of consciousness, that is, in dreams, what you can do depends entirely on your imagination, that is, 'what you believe is what you get', and the more detailed your imagination is, the more detailed it will appear. I think your gun should have been fully conceived, right?"

"Yes, the design was finalized a week ago. So, it can also be fired?"

As he said, Victor pulled the trigger, and an ice cone was fired, and the clown on the opposite side was instantly frozen into an ice cube.

"As long as you believe it can be fired, it can naturally be fired, just like a person who believes that he can fly in a dream, he can really fly."

"Hey, you made my head cold! Don't you know that cold fried chicken is the most disgusting food in the world?!" The big mouth on the head of Jack Chicken Wings on the opposite side shouted loudly.

Cobert pinched the red ball on his nose, and then "bang", it turned into a sharp cone, like the ones often worn at parties.

Yin Wens scratched his head and said, "Can I change the color of my hair? I have always wanted to have dark brown hair like the Godfather, but dyeing my hair is too troublesome."

As he was talking, his hair slowly changed color from brilliant gold to dark brown. Schiller's globe shook his head and said, "I think gold is more suitable for you."

"Is there a mirror?" Yin Wensi turned his head back and forth, as if he wanted to find a mirror object to look at his current appearance.

"You just need to 'think' about it."

Yin Wensi thought for a while, then drew a square in the air with his fingers. This crooked square turned into a mirror and fell down. Yin Wensi grabbed it in a hurry, then looked at himself and said: "Indeed, blonde hair looks better..."

As he said that, his hair changed back.

Victor picked up the wine glass in front of him and asked Schiller: "So you put us into your consciousness space, what are you going to do?"

"Actually there is nothing serious to do, just invite you to have some fun."

"Watch fun? What fun can there be?"

"It is because there is no fun to watch that we have to create some fun. It's not just me. I think Mr. Jack should think so too, right?"

Jack turned his head into a toilet brush again. At this time, he was constantly fiddling with the bristles on it with his fingers, saying: "Gotham without Batman is so boring. If I don't find some fun for myself, I will go crazy!"

"Okay, what are you going to do?"

Schiller moved his body to the other side, leaned on the armrest of the sofa, and said, "There is a very professional psychologist, who is also my colleague, sitting in Arkham Psychiatric Hospital. I will go over to hand over my work to him later..."

"I will have a theoretical discussion with him, and then invite him to drink..."

"You want to bring him here too?"

"No, no, no, this is the audience, and he..."

Jack on the opposite side smiled and continued his words, "He will be an actor, a very bad actor."