Chapter 300: The 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, "Whenever you see this man 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."

Batman was about to say something when 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? Simply put, 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 to 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 will go through the door and window?"

Gordon slapped his forehead and said, "Sorry, my thinking is still a little bit 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?"

A bottle of wine was knocked over next to the lying Constantine. 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, 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..."

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"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 are all about?"

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

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

The two of them were about the same height and build, and both were wearing long windbreakers and ties. Viewed from above the room, when the two faced off, their two completely different yet somewhat similar auras were clashing fiercely with an umbrella as the dividing line.

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

Schiller paused in this position for a moment, and then opened the umbrella with a bang. The black umbrella was blocked in front of Constantine. When Schiller closed the umbrella, Konstantin saw that Schiller His 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 center of the room.

Wearing a mental patient's straitjacket, Constantine sat on a chair, his legs, waist and neck were fixed, and above his head was a dazzling white light bulb.

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

Schiller was sitting 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 appear in his mouth. , he took a deep breath, and the smoke spread between his mouth and nose.

He struggled a little and felt the restraint of the straitjacket on his body. He sighed with some enjoyment and said, "It seems that the two of us not only have a common topic in music, but maybe in other aspects as well..."

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

Constantine moved again, made a "wave" sound from his mouth, blew the ashes, then chose a comfortable position, leaned on the chair and said: "That has to start from a romantic and deep dream. Let’s start talking about…”

"It was a winter in Liverpool. I watched the team's game and bought a bottle of wine on the way home. But I drank it all before I got home. I fell on the roadside, drunk. 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. There are too many loud noises, which turn my brain into a ball of pulp." lake."

“But that day, a person appeared in that clear dream. He claimed to be the ‘Dream Maker’, and he said that he was a believer in the ‘Dream God’.

"I have seen too many strange things, so I was not surprised. He said he wanted to invite me to the Kingdom of Dreams to awaken the sleeping Dream God..."

"He said that I was already well-known in the circle of occultism. You know, it's the kind of meaningless flattery. I asked him what compensation he could give me, and he said that the Dream God would reward me when the time comes."

"Although he sounds like a complete cultist and liar, I still agreed to him because I really wanted to ask the Dream God why he has 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 various dream worlds. Finally, we came to the bottom of the dream, where is The kingdom of dreams he spoke of.”

"It is a very beautiful place, with splendor that cannot be described by all human imagination. I saw the God of Dreams there."

"He had been sleeping in the kingdom of dreams, and the dreamer woke him up. When he woke up, he told me that he could grant one of my wishes."

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

"Faced with this question, Mengshen was silent. He asked me to change my wish. I said, I want to sleep with him."

"Ahem..." Gordon was choked directly. He put one hand on the wall 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 that dream god kill you?"

Constantine ignored him, but raised his head, looked at the light bulb above his head, and said: "If he can't let me have a sweet dream, then an erotic dream will do."

Batman was also silent. He couldn't comment on 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 his partner. In the end, he still had some requirements for his partner. At least it has to be a person.

But obviously, this man named Constantine not only tolerates meat and vegetables, but also humans and ghosts.

"Then the Dream God agreed."

"Ahem..." Gordon coughed violently again.

"We kissed each other in the temple of the Kingdom of Dreams, and he whispered in my ear. He said his name was 'Morpheus'."

"The image of the Dream God in people's eyes will change with their imagination. He has turned into something beautiful that I have never seen before..."

"Just like that, we were beeping in the church, he was beeping, and I was saying beeping to him, and then the two of us were beeping like this, and his beeping was beeping, and I was beeping— …”

Gordon looked at Schiller with wide eyes and said, "Why is there still silence??"

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

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