Chapter 937: Deep in the Fog and Rain (End)

Looking at Batman's face, Zatanna shook her head. The past of youth and recklessness was gone. They were both too young and not very sensible at that time, and everything happened just like that.

At that time, the Waynes had just died, and little Bruce was in a very bad mood. In order to help little Bruce get out of his grief, Alfred invited a very famous magician, Mr. Zatanna's father, Mr. Zatanna, to perform magic at Wayne Manor.

Little Bruce was in no mood to watch the show. He ran out of the back door of the hall and ran into Zatanna.

At that time, he was still in a state of stimulation, so he told Zatanna about his sadness, and Zatanna felt very sympathetic, and the two of them formed a friendship.

For a period of time before Bruce went out to study, the two of them were in a relationship, but later, Zatanna left without saying goodbye, because her father was missing, she needed to go out to find him, and she didn't want to let the mystical world involve Bruce, so she didn't tell him the truth, and the two parted ways and never met again.

When they met again this time, they found that each other had matured a lot and was no longer the familiar young man they were familiar with. Zatanna sighed, but as Bruce's closest person, she could understand this person's expression and actions.

She approached Batman, looked him in the eyes and said, "You know where the curse is, right? Why don't you want to tell us?"

Batman opened his mouth, then looked at Constantine and said, "Do you know who said the word curse last time?"

"Who?"

"Schiller."

Batman sighed and said, "You should have discovered that many Gotham citizens have gone crazy. Schiller said that this is a curse. He said he can exorcise this curse, but the method is to use another more powerful curse."

"More powerful curse?" Zatanna's face became a little colder, and Constantine's face also sank. He said, "It can't be that Schiller has already got it...but how can he..."

Constantine's thoughts did not go to the cursed soul at all, because he and Zatanna are both people in the mystic world. They have very rich mystical knowledge, and similarly, in the mystic world, the cursed soul is not a curse.

The mystic world has a strict definition of curse. Simply put, it is a kind of continuous, medium-mediated negative magic. First of all, it must be continuous and medium-mediated. More importantly, it must be magic.

The cursed soul is actually Constantine's twin brother who was killed in his mother's belly. It has been living in Constantine's body. In the world of occultism, this is a kind of "spirit" rather than a curse.

Soul, spirit, and curse are three completely different things in the world of occultism. The cursed soul can have an effect similar to a curse, not because he casts the magic of curse, but because of his own special properties.

Constantine himself is unfortunate. He has a special soul, and his twin brother, who is born with him, has exactly the same soul as him. At the same time, the cursed soul was killed in a very coincidental state, but survived.

This is an extremely special attribute, which can be understood as a terminal illness that the medical community has never seen. Its lethality does not lie in the short-term destructive power, but in the fact that doctors have never seen this disease and do not know how to treat it.

Schiller does not understand occult knowledge, so he does not know that the cursed soul is not a curse. He told Batman that he had a curse, and Batman did not know much about real occultism, so he also thought that Schiller was talking about a curse.

But no matter what, the cursed soul is not the kind of curse that people in the mystical world know, so even though Constantine knew that Schiller took his brother's soul, he didn't think about it.

"I think it's possible." Constantine said solemnly: "Generally speaking, curses are not physical, but there must be a medium. The target of these magicians is also the curse medium. Once the medium is controlled by some method, the curse can be used smoothly."

Batman was stunned again, and his mind began to flash back to the previous scene. The moment Schiller touched his body with the tip of the umbrella, he felt the emotion that was like a living thing.

"Umbrella..." Batman whispered.

Constantine approached with some confusion and said, "What? What word did you just say?"

"I said 'umbrella'... The medium is likely to be an umbrella." Batman repeated it. Hearing this, Zatanna immediately said, "Who is that Schiller? But no matter who he is, he can't use this curse recklessly. This is very dangerous!"

"Let's go, let's go find this man named Schiller, ask him to hand over the medium, and then we will take it away to destroy it. We must not let this dangerous curse harm the world!"

But Constantine, who originally stood on Zatanna's side, after hearing that the medium might be Schiller's umbrella, he said stiffly, "Xiao Za, sometimes, the boundary between black and white, good and evil, is not so clear. I think violence is not the only way to solve problems..."

"I understand that you want to solve the curse, but you must come up with a perfect plan, otherwise, I will not allow you to mess around in Gotham." Batman also spoke.

Zatanna was stunned. He looked at Constantine, then at Batman, and then at Constantine again. He seemed to remember something, and the suspicion and shock in his eyes surged like a wave.

At this time, Constantine took the initiative to walk up, put his arm around Zatanna's shoulders, and said, "Xiao Za, you are still too young. Some things cannot be achieved by brute force. Magic is not omnipotent. You have to pay attention to the method of doing things..."

"Oh my God! This again!" Zatanna rolled her eyes and spread her hands and said, "I know you don't like to use the power of magic to solve problems. You always like to take a lot of detours. But, in such an urgent situation, do you still have to tell me these big truths?"

"No, Xiao Za, listen to me, in fact, this matter... um... have you ever considered... that is, this plan you proposed to come directly to the door may... encounter a little bit of resistance."

Constantine stretched out two fingers, pinched them together, and then looked at Zatanna and said, "You Have you ever thought that the person who took the curse medium may not be particularly willing to cooperate with us. "

Zatanna said in confusion: "Not willing to cooperate with us? Of course he doesn't want to, otherwise, he wouldn't take the medium, but his unwillingness is not a reason for him to carry such a dangerous thing and wander around."

"If everyone can carry a big bomb and go to various important occasions at will, what do we need police and security guards for? We can't let criminals kill people just because they don't want to hand over their weapons, right?"

Hearing Zatanna's argument, Batman instinctively frowned and said: "...Did he commit a crime with that thing?"

After saying this, Batman was stunned for a moment, and then coughed lightly, as if he was reflecting on why he said such nonsense.

"The problem is that he could become a criminal." Zatanna knocked on the ground of the helicopter with her hand and said, "And we can't bet on whether he will behave himself and not destroy the world with that thing."

"If he wants to destroy the world, he doesn't need that thing..." Constantine said in a very low voice, and Zatanna's eyes immediately swept over. Constantine shut up, but Batman said:

"If there is really a very dangerous curse as you said, existing in Gotham, then I must find it, but..."

"What but?!" Zatanna has She said angrily: "What's wrong with you two? Why don't you understand the current situation?"

"Let's not talk about who has this thing. Those black magicians won't hesitate here for so long like us. If they know about this, they will go crazy to find that person and snatch the curse medium from him!"

"We must take this thing away before they do, and then destroy it. No matter who has it, can he still be our opponent?"

Unexpectedly, when she asked this question, Constantine and Batman were silent.

Constantine put the fingertips of his five fingers together, moved them slightly, and said: "... This question is worth discussing."

"If Schiller is the holder of the curse medium, we really can't let him hold it." Batman's eyes were covered under his eyebrows. He said: "I suspect that he may not even know how dangerous this thing is, because he knows almost nothing about the occult world like me."

Constantine thought for a while, nodded, and said: "That's right, Schiller may know that there has always been a occult world that has influenced Gotham City, but he may not know what that thing is and where it is. Maybe when he got the evil curse, he didn't realize that he had obtained it."

"Many items in the occult world have this property. It is difficult for ordinary people to realize their danger after getting them."

"Most of the plots in the ghost movies you have seen originated from some cursed dolls or grudges. "Anyway, if the curse medium is really Schiller's umbrella..." Constantine concluded, "Then you'd better not expect me to ask Schiller for his umbrella. He can't give it to me, but..." Constantine set his eyes on Batman, who looked back at him silently. Constantine stepped forward again, put his hand on Batman's shoulder and said, "Maybe you don't realize how important you are to Schiller. He is willing to spend so much time on your paper, maybe..." "No way." Batman said expressionlessly, "Haven't you discovered it yet? No one in this world can be as important as that umbrella. No matter who asks him for an umbrella, the result is the same. " Constantine briefly recalled the process of his acquaintance with Schiller, and then recalled the rumors he heard from others. These others mainly refer to an unknown cryogenics scientist, an unknown restaurant owner, and an unknown godfather's son.

Then, he nodded deeply, thinking that what Batman said was right, but soon, he touched his chin and said:

"Since we can't ask for it directly, then we can find a way to trick his umbrella. I am sure that I can remove the curse without destroying the umbrella itself. As long as we can trick it for two or three hours, everything will be solved."

Batman's tone suddenly became higher, and he asked Constantine: "...How to trick?"

Constantine looked at Zatanna again and said: "It's necessary to mention the genius magician in front of us."

"Let me introduce you again, Zatanna Zatara, a magician, a wizard, and more importantly, a master of psychic magic and memory invasion."

Batman immediately turned his head to look at Zatanna, who rolled her eyes and understood Constantine's thinking. She said: "Yes, a head-on confrontation will always consume energy. If we fight each other and let those black magicians take advantage of us, it will not be good."

"I do have a way to directly invade people's memories. At the same time, like some mysterious beings, I can also find weaknesses in memories and create opportunities for the other party to compromise... Yes, that's right, let's do it!"

Zatanna became happy again. She walked to the side of the helicopter, looked back at Constantine and said:

"Okay, your old-fashioned principles are still useful. Let's go. Let's find a safe place and directly enter the memory of the man named Schiller to hypnotize him and let him put down the umbrella."

Constantine showed a fake smile and said, "Miss, you are a genius, a perfect plan, then you..."

As he spoke, he approached the door of the helicopter, but the moment his hand touched the door, the door was locked with a "click". Batman looked straight ahead and said expressionlessly:

"It's not you, it's us."

Constantine froze in place.

Soon, the wind started to blow in Gotham. At the end of the clouds, light was squeezed out from the gaps in the dark clouds, and when it was reflected on the ground, it was filled with a sense of despair that could disappear at any time.

Fine rain lines hit the propeller of the helicopter, and the rising water vapor looked like fog and clouds.

The helicopter gradually shrank into a black dot and flew towards the skyline, where there was a towering tower that loomed in the depths of the fog and rain.

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