Chapter 301 Three Detectives (Part 4)

When Schiller took back the umbrella, Batman and Gordon stood on both sides of him, looking down at Constantine who had fallen. Gordon hesitated for a moment, turned to look at Schiller on his left, and said, "Do you two have a grudge?"

"No, but..." Schiller paused for a moment, then continued, "If you see this person anywhere, no matter what he is doing at the time, you only need to do two things."

"The first thing is to cover his mouth, and the second thing is to beat him up."

"Uh, why is that?"

"While venting your anger, you can also ensure that you can't be his friend."

Gordon wanted to ask more, but at this time, Constantine lying on the ground suddenly began to disappear.

Gordon turned his head back, staring at the ground with wide eyes, Constantine gradually turned into black ash from his feet. Almost in an instant, a living person turned into a human-shaped ash pile lying flat on the ground.

Just as Gordon was about to speak, the pile of ash suddenly flew up and turned into a small tornado, and then was sucked into the black book in his hand. Gordon walked over and bent down. Just as he was about to reach out to touch the book, Schiller said, "Don't touch it."

"Detective Gordon, when facing any occult things, don't touch it easily, because you don't know how many black magic traps and curses are hidden in it."

Schiller sighed slightly and said, "It's not surprising, because this guy is a complete liar and a scumbag. Saving the world? That has nothing to do with him."

Just as Batman was about to say something, he saw Schiller's movements stiffen for a moment, then Schiller stood up, his eyes were a little empty, and after about two seconds, he suddenly smiled.

How to describe this smile, in simple terms, Batman silently took a half step back, and Gordon took a step back.

Schiller tapped his palm with his umbrella and said, "... The happiest thing in the world is that a small trap you accidentally set up before was triggered by a prey that fell into the trap..."

"What do you mean?" Gordon scratched his head and asked. He found that since the appearance of the magic circle, there were more and more things he couldn't understand.

Schiller turned and walked towards the door, saying as he walked, "Come with me to my manor, I'll treat you to a drink."

"Wait, what about this thing?" Gordon pointed to the demon trapped on the wall by the chain.

Schiller, who had already walked out of the door, took two steps back and turned to look at the demon fixed on the wall. The demon saw his eyes and tried his best to hide behind. Gordon took a step and said as he walked, "It seems that it can't make much waves in Gotham. Let's go."

Several children followed the three adults out. When Jason passed by the demon trapped on the wall, he spit at him.

Batman first drove the kids to his base, then returned to pick up Schiller and Gordon. The three of them went to Schiller's manor. After entering the manor, Batman narrowed his eyes and said, "It seems someone has broken in here."

"But I just saw that the door lock is not broken?" Gordon turned around, looked around, and said, "There are no signs of broken windows."...

"Detective Gordon, just now, you saw a demon with your own eyes, and saw a living person turned into ashes. Why do you think this intruder would go through the door and window?"

Gordon slapped his forehead and said, "Sorry, my thinking is still a little confused. After all, the most common home robbery scene in Gotham, the doors and windows will be smashed to pieces."

Schiller's destination was clear. He took the two directly to the second floor, then turned left and walked to the reception room at the end.

As soon as he opened the door, Gordon saw a familiar figure lying on the ground. After they walked in, Gordon said, "Isn't this the Constantine from before? Why is he here? And... what is that?"

I saw that Constantine, who was lying on the ground, had knocked over a bottle of wine. At this time, the room was filled with a strong aroma of wine, which was somewhat charming.

Gordon sniffed hard, and a colorful hazy halo began to appear in his vision. Gordon took a few steps back uncontrollably and rubbed his eyes.

But the hazy mist did not dissipate, but became thicker and thicker. After a short period of darkness, Gordon opened his eyes again. The first thing he saw was the slowly rotating globe on the table. Then he turned his head and saw Schiller holding an umbrella in one hand and pointing the tip of the umbrella at the neck of a blond man.

Constantine, who was lying on the ground, stood in the middle of the room at some point. He was pointed at by Schiller's umbrella tip, took two steps back, and raised his hands.

"I think you must be confused now, why you came to the dream just by touching the bottle..."

"So, why?" Constantine looked into Schiller's eyes, his expression was rare and serious, this expression usually only appeared when he was out of his mind.

"Before that, shouldn't you tell me what those tricks you played were all about?"

Constantine lowered his eyes, his rare serious expression made him look melancholy and decadent.

Constantine lowered his head slightly, then looked at Schiller from above his eyes. He said, "I have heard of the professor's name for a long time, but I didn't expect that you are more powerful than I thought."

The two men are about the same height and build, and both are wearing long windbreakers and ties. Looking from above the room, when the two men confront each other, two completely different but somewhat similar auras are fiercely clashing with the umbrella as the boundary.

Schiller stretched forward with the umbrella, and the tip of the umbrella directly touched Constantine's Adam's apple. Constantine raised his head with both hands and said, "Don't be like this, I admit that I fell this time, so I will tell you everything..."

Schiller kept this posture for a moment, then "bang" opened the umbrella, and the black umbrella surface blocked Constantine. When Schiller put away the umbrella, Constantine saw that Schiller's head turned into a slowly rotating globe.

Schiller snapped his fingers, and the scene in the room quickly faded. The floor changed from wooden boards to tiles, and the walls were covered in pale white. With a clang, an iron chair fell in the middle of the room.

Constantine, wearing a straitjacket for mental patients, sat on the chair, his legs, waist and neck were fixed, and there was a dazzling white light bulb above his head. …

Constantine leaned his neck against the back of the chair, raised his head and said, "Can I have a cigarette?"

Schiller sat behind a table, holding a medical record in one hand and a pen in the other. The hand holding the pen snapped his fingers again, and Constantine felt a cigarette in his mouth. He took a deep puff, and the smoke spread between his mouth and nose.

He struggled a little, feeling the restraint of the straitjacket on his body, he sighed with some enjoyment, and said: "It seems that we two have common topics not only in music, but also in other aspects..."

Gordon was stunned for a moment, he showed a slightly disgusted expression, but Schiller was completely unmoved, he said: "Tell me, what's going on?"

Constantine moved again, made a "bo" sound from his mouth, blew away the cigarette ash, then chose a comfortable posture, leaned back in the chair and said: "It has to start from a romantic and deep dream..."

"It was a winter in Liverpool. After watching the team's game, I bought a bottle of wine on the way home, but I drank it before I got home. I fell on the road I was drunk and drowsy, and then I had a dream..."

"It was a very clear dream. I haven't had such a dream for a long time. Most of the time, my dreams are always chaotic and dark, with too much noise, making my brain a mess."

"But that day, a man appeared in that clear dream. He called himself the 'dream maker' and said he was a believer of the 'Dream God'.

"I have seen too many strange things, so I was not surprised. He said he wanted to invite me to go to the dream kingdom and wake up the sleeping Dream God..."

"He said I was already famous in the circle of mysticism. You know, the kind of flattery without any nutrition. I asked him what he could give me. He said that the Dream God would reward me when the time came."

"Although he sounded like a cultist and a liar, I still agreed to him because I really wanted to ask the Dream God why he had never given me a good dream since I was born..."

"So. The two of us set off, all the way down from my dream. We experienced many difficulties and obstacles, and saw all kinds of dream worlds. Finally, we came to the bottom of the dream, which is what he said about the dreamland. "

"It is a very beautiful place, with a magnificence that humans cannot describe with all their imagination. I met the god of dreams there."

"He has been sleeping in the dreamland, and the dreamer woke him up. When he woke up, he told me that he could fulfill one of my wishes."

"But I didn't come here to make a wish. I asked him why he never gave me a good dream, the kind of good night's dream that all ordinary people would have..."

"Faced with this question, the god of dreams was silent. He asked me to change a wish. I said, I want to go to bed with him."

"Ahem..." Gordon was choked directly. He held the wall with one hand and coughed desperately. He never thought that such a dreamy and bizarre story would end like this. He looked at Constantine and said, "Didn't the god of dreams kill you? "

Constantine ignored him, but looked up at the light bulb above his head and said, "If he can't let me have a good dream, then a wet dream will do."

Batman was silent too. He couldn't judge this kind of person. Although Bruce was also a playboy on the surface, and there was no beauty in Gotham that he hadn't flirted with, but obviously, he still had some requirements for the object, at least it had to be a human.

But obviously, this Constantine was not only not picky about meat and vegetables, but also about people and ghosts.

"Then, the dream god agreed."

"Ahem..." Gordon coughed violently again.

"We kissed in the temple of the dream kingdom, and he whispered in my ear, saying that his name was 'Morpheus'."

"The image of the dream god in people's eyes will change with their imagination. He has become a beautiful thing I have never seen before..."

"That's how it was. We beeped in the cathedral. He beeped, I beeped to him, and then we both beeped like that. He beeped, I beeped..."

Gordon looked at Schiller with wide eyes and said, "Why is there a mute?"

Schiller glanced at Batman, then turned around and said, "Don't you see there are children here?"

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