Chapter 934: Deep in the Mist and Rain (IX)

Catwoman's eyes widened, because she saw that countless vines suddenly appeared in the smashed fibers and juice of the little flower.

Catwoman covered her mouth tightly to prevent herself from screaming. The vines quickly spread to the entire ground. The woman who smashed the flowerpot screamed in fear and quickly stepped back, but fell to the ground.

The vines wrapped around her arms and thighs, as if to drag her into an endless abyss. Little Pamela was stunned and saw a small flower blooming on the vines by the window.

The flower smiled at him and whispered in her ear: "You heard our cries and wanted to save us. You are a good child. This is your destiny... Come on... Come on... Don't worry about those evil people who despise plants..."

The plant vines wrapped the woman lying on the ground, as if they wanted to digest her. Catwoman in the bedroom held the door handle and hesitated whether to go out to save people. After all, she didn't bring a gun, and whips and daggers were probably useless against these vines.

At this time, the flower was still whispering to little Pamela:

"You don't have to wear the color you hate the most every day, and do things you don't like. You will become the patron saint of plants and embrace the green in the universe..."

Little Pamela's expression was a little dazed. She gradually stretched out her hand to the flower. The flower disappeared in the sunlight outside the window. She stretched out her hand, and the light shone on her tender face, making her look like she was embracing the light, and the flower was still whispering:

"Yes... touch me... come on... come on..."

"Here it comes!"

Accompanied by the cold male voice, the window glass shattered with a "crash", and the green blood splashed on little Pamela's face with a "swish".

Schiller pulled the flower off the umbrella knife, and listening to the screams of the unknown soul, he sneered and said, "I got you."

Then, he squeezed it hard with his hand, and the green juice burst out. The next second, the room broke into pieces, and Catwoman was surprised to find that he was in a chamber entangled by green vines.

Little Pamela disappeared, Catwoman turned to Schiller and said, "What is going on? Are we in Pamela's memory?"

"Yes." Schiller nodded, looking at the remains of the petals in his hand, he said: "You saw it before, someone used some kind of curse to invade Gotham, and now, we are going to find the mastermind."

Catwoman frowned, she was actually very smart, she immediately realized the problem, and said: "The mastermind's target is Pamela?"

"Just now, I saw in the room that Pamela was not happy when she was a child. Her mother seemed to have been forcing her to do things she didn't like, but did things really turn out like what I just saw? Her mother died and was eaten by vines?"

Schiller shook his head and said, "Don't be so... Naive, in the memory space, this is just the simplest way of deception. Simply put, it is to turn over the other party's memory fragments, use the weaknesses in their memories, and trick them into signing a contract. "

"If just now, little Pamela reached out and touched the flower, it means that the Pamela we know will reach a contract with the mysterious existence and become his agent."

Catwoman took a breath and said, "Wouldn't it be difficult to resist?"

"So you'd better beware of this trap in the future. Maybe someone will run into your childhood memory, pretend to be your mother, and say that he wants to give you a hug. Once you hug him, you will become his slave."

Catwoman frowned fiercely and said, "If I see my mother wanting to hug me in my dream, but I I will definitely punch her, thinking that she is controlled by something. She only hugs cats and never hugs me. "

At this point, Catwoman sighed with some melancholy and said, "Well, adults are like this. Whatever they say makes sense. If children raise wild questions, they will think that the children are crazy."

"But what little Pamela said is right. Not eating meat is to protect animals. Then do plants not need to be protected? Will plants not feel pain?"

"You are still very naive. How do you know that this scene is not constructed by that mysterious existence?" Schiller turned to look at Catwoman and said, "Just to make you have this question, just to make you sympathize with plants, and then want to protect plants from the bottom of your heart and become what he calls a plant protector?"

Catwoman was stunned for a moment, then took a breath and said, "No way? Are they so mean?"

"I don't know if they are so mean, but I am." Schiller walked out along the corridor of the green chamber, saying as he walked, "Perhaps, everything you see is not true. Pamela's childhood was not like this at all. Even the grievance, anger and fear that Pamela felt are fictitious."

"The script is that Pamela's mother has been forcing her to do things she doesn't like, decorating the room with colors she doesn't like at all, not allowing her to talk about plants and mud, creating an evil image in her mind, and then using the conversation at the dinner table to expose her injustice and hypocrisy, so that little Pamela believes it and has real sympathy for plants..."

"All this is to guide her to sympathize with plants, shape her personality into a person who loves plants, let her be an agent willingly, and dedicate everything to plants..."

Catwoman grinned and said: "Fortunately, no one is targeting me."

"But even if someone is targeting you, you won't be deceived so easily. Think about it, after your mother brings you a bowl of vegetable salad, your first reaction will be to ask, will the plants feel pain?"

Catwoman paused, then said: "I will definitely ask why there is no meat in tonight's meal... And it doesn't matter if she doesn't let me eat I can go out in the middle of the night to find food for myself. The children of Gotham are first-class at feeding themselves. "

"Cats are like this..." Schiller said: "They look down on everyone equally."

"Memories may be fictitious, but some instincts engraved deep in your genes cannot be modified. If a child who grew up in the slums is given such a fictitious memory, it will be easily exposed. At least we know that Pamela's background is indeed not bad."

Walking into another green chamber, Schiller said: "We can also know another point, that is, Pamela She seemed to be resisting him, and he had no means to force Pamela to be his spokesperson for the time being. "

"So, he could only resort to this slightly despicable method, using deception to make Pamela agree inadvertently."

"What should we do?" Catwoman said anxiously: "He who can use such a despicable method must not be a good person. The little girl named Pamela is just a freshman, and she may be deceived soon!"

"You underestimate Pamela too much. You don't know what level the other party is. Pamela can refuse his request, which means that she must have her own Special features. "

Schiller carried the umbrella knife, and every time he walked a distance, he looked at the green mucus on his palm. Catwoman followed him with some doubts. After walking a few distances, she asked: "What are you doing, where are you going?"

"Can't you see it?" Schiller raised the umbrella knife in his hand. Catwoman swallowed her saliva, shrank her neck and said: "You don't want to..."

"I'll give him a knife."

Gotham is a dark street. A figure in a windbreaker is running wildly. After coming to a slightly brighter intersection, Constant stopped.

He stopped at the intersection and threw a card. As the card turned into flames in the air, it pointed him in the direction. Just as Constantine was about to walk towards the intersection, he paused and whispered to himself: "... Wait, is this the direction of Gotham University?"

"Oh my God! Green of All Things, how can you choose a place so well?!" Constantine gritted his teeth and said: "God bless you, the agent you choose must not be a student there, otherwise, I can only pray for you..."

He hesitated on the side of the road, then ran to the nearest phone stop. He picked up the receiver, but did not dial. The flame flashed on the dial dial, and he said to the other end of the phone: "Miss Magician, when will you arrive? I have to remind you that things are getting serious now!"

"Why? Why else? Don't tell me that it's a coincidence that Green of All Things came to Gotham. You didn't tell me that you were with Green of All Things behind my back. "Now, he has invaded Gotham, and more importantly, Gotham University. He will be chopped to pieces by that lunatic!" "You said you were protecting Gotham, so I cooperated with you, but now there are so many coincidences, how can you let me believe you?" Constantine pointed outside the phone booth angrily, and said, "What's wrong with those lunatics? What's wrong with the plants? Don't tell me they just happened to meet each other!" "Listen to your explanation? Zatanna, you always say I'm a liar, but aren't you? In order to find your father, you will do anything. Sooner or later, you will sell your soul to the devil, just like me!" Constantine hung up the phone heavily, looking a little angry. In the thick fog and drizzle, he lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and suddenly a flame lit up in the white mist he exhaled. Constantine opened his eyes slightly, took the cigarette away from his mouth, stared at the fire outside the phone booth, and said, "Who is it? Don't play tricks there!"

He snorted coldly, and a magic circle appeared under his feet. The light penetrated the thick fog, but the flames did not go out at all.

Constantine's figure flashed and appeared above the phone booth. The talisman he waved condensed into a light spot, surrounding his body. The next second, a raging fire ignited where he stood. His whole body was engulfed by the flames, and he screamed fiercely and burned into charred remains.

But at this time, a voice came from the thick fog: "Don't play tricks, Constantine, I know you are there."

The smoke dissipated, and Constantine's figure appeared in the phone booth again. He threw away the cigarette in his hand, walked out of the phone booth and said, "It seems to be a colleague. Did you come so soon?"

"Don't compare me with those idiots, unless you want to take the medicine again." Constantine saw a figure coming out from the depths of the fog. As he got closer and closer, Constantine widened his eyes and said, "Dr. Brand?!"

Looking at the flame in Brand's hand, Constantine narrowed his eyes and said, "You are actually a magician?! Then you said that the principles of the magic array I told you were all my nonsense, and you want to increase my dosage?!

"You are indeed talking nonsense, because the magic array you talked about has no effect except to attract a group of demons who swallowed me into their stomachs. If I increase your dosage, the magic world will cheer for me."

"...Magic world?" Constantine curled his lips, took out another cigarette, lit it, and between the flickering of the cigarette, he showed a cold expression and said, "You'd better not compare me with those idiots, especially a stupid woman named Zatanna Zatara. "

Hearing Zatanna's name, the flame on Brand's hand jumped, but then he said, "Do you know where Schiller went?"

Constantine turned his head to look in the direction of Gotham University, and said:

"If I'm not mistaken... he went to the heart of the green of all things."

Constantine's eyes passed through the thick fog and came to the biological laboratory. He looked into Pamela's eyes and saw a green hall full of vines. Pamela was tied to a chair by vines.

But she suddenly raised her head and said, "No matter who you are, you are going to die. Before you pulled me in here, I saw a person... a professor..."

"Pamela, no matter who it is, you can't change your fate as the guardian of plants. "A deep and kind voice sounded, saying: "You are a child born in the deep green, the most beautiful flower in the green of all things, you are destined to..."

"You are destined to be a child born in the sea of ​​knowledge, the most beautiful flower on the ivy, the greatest botanist from Gotham University..."

Schiller's voice sounded in the empty hall. He came to Pamela with an umbrella knife. A rumbling sound came from the ground, and a huge vine rose into the air. An angry voice resounded throughout the space:

"Who are you? ! Why do you want to interfere with the choice of the green of all things? ! "He roared, but then said: "You can't stop this, this is her fate..."

The huge vine attacked Pamela, and faster than him was the umbrella knife. Schiller stabbed Pamela's forehead with one knife.

In reality, a thick black appeared on the tip of the umbrella. The cursed soul rushed into Pamela's body along the umbrella pole, entangled her soul, and at the same time, bit the green power deep in her soul.

Countless vines swayed and made creepy screams. Catwoman, who had just woken up, screamed and jumped onto the higher cabinet next to her. She grinned hard, and from the screams, she could hear how much pain the other party was in.

Schiller opened his eyes, took back the umbrella, and looked at the most special vine hanging from the ceiling. He sneered and said:

"Green of All Things, I'm not here to negotiate terms. "

At this moment, the mysterious being suddenly felt that the terrible curse that had entangled him carried a kind of aura that was well-known in the world of mysticism.

He let out a more intense scream, as if he had eaten a fly that had just flown from a cesspool.

Constantine, who was confronting Brand, heard that the big trees, vines, and all the plants around him roared out a name together:

"Constantine!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

()