The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

In the room of the manor, on the soft sofa, Victor leaned his body on the armrest of the sofa. He looked back at Schiller who was sitting behind the table and fiddled with the globe, and asked him, You called us all here to do it? What?

Coppert was fiddling with a buckle on his pocket, as if he wanted to adjust its length. Evans, who was sitting opposite him, was holding a wine glass and shaking the liquid in it. White foam was formed, and Jack was lying on a single sofa, squinting his eyes and taking a nap.

Schiller leaned on the back of the chair and kept flipping the globe in his hand. When he put the globe on the table, the earth model on the globe was still slightly rotating. He looked at Victor and asked, You Don't you see any difference here?

What's the difference? Victor looked up at the entire room. This is the living room of Schiller Manor. There is a row of soft sofas, two single sofas and several cushions. There is a coffee table in the middle of the sofa. To one side is Schiller's desk, and behind the desk is a row of huge bookshelves, both of which are filled with all kinds of sundries.

Victor has been here before, and he didn't see anything unusual. Just when he wanted to continue to ask 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 spinning globe, but the others didn't notice it, only Jack lying on the opposite side opened one eye slightly, and let out two hissing sounds from between his teeth. Voice sound.

Okay... Schiller with the globe head stood up from behind the table. This should have been a very weird scene, but Victor didn't feel anything abnormal at all, as if he had become like this.

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

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

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

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

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

Of course, it is impossible for human consciousness to communicate, just like dreams cannot communicate. What one person imagines in his mind cannot be seen or touched by another person, let alone close observed……

But... Schiller with the globe head turned his head to Evans again, and he said, The reason why I can pull other people's meaning into my consciousness space is because of you, Evans...

Evans looked at Schiller's globe head, and he didn't know what to say for a moment. This scene was extremely horrifying in reality, but he didn't think there was any problem in this consciousness space, because there were many more Weird things, like, they're sitting on the ceiling right now.

The sofa and coffee table they were sitting on were glued to the ceiling, and the chandelier was not far from Evans. At some point, the whole space was turned upside down, but they still didn't find anything unusual.

For example, Evans focused his eyes on his nose and found that there was a clown's red nose on it, and he didn't feel that there was something extra in his line of sight.

Jack squeezed the red ball on his nose with his hand, made two chirp sounds, and smiled happily.

Are you saying that we are all in your dream now, Professor? Evans scratched his head and said very puzzled: 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 wondered why the owl court and the old priest created the personality of Alberto?

Uh... Alberto didn't tell me about this, he doesn't seem to know his own origin, he just appeared out of thin air one day...

That's why I said, it starts with you...

Let's sort out our thoughts. In the last incident, we learned that the Owl Court found something called 'fine wine' appearing in the underground of Gotham Cathedral. After their research was fruitless, they called the priest. The priest researched some results and handed them over to the owl court, and then they created your brother's personality, so what should be the key to this question?

Evans was not stupid. Just as he was about to answer, Coppert rushed ahead of him and said, It's that kind of 'fine wine'.

That's right, 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, and he can feel some spiritual characteristics of the other party. .”

It is precisely because of this ability that he saw the difference in me, so he hired me to be your tutor, Evans, do you understand now?

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

The globe shook his head slightly. In fact, no one could tell whether he really shook his head, because the globe kept turning.

That kind of fine wine, or, I prefer to call it Dionysus factor, you can understand it as a liquid brainwave amplifier...

Brainwave amplifier? Victor frowned and said, I have also studied the theory of brainwaves, and I have heard of the theory of controlling people's spirits by interfering with brainwaves, but you said, a special kind of Liquid can amplify people's brain waves, isn't it a bit too...

We don't need to decipher its principle, we just need to know its effect. In short, the priest handed over the research results on fine wine to the owl court, and the owl court used the fine wine to create the personality of Alberto...

So, where is he now? Evans looked around, and Schiller explained: His house is being built to a critical part, so you are here.

In short, after I confirmed this with the priest, I knew that the Dionysian factor might be related to the world of human consciousness.

And in my hand, I happen to have several other liquids related to this. I asked another biological friend to mix them in a certain proportion to achieve an effect of amplifying the brainwaves to the extreme. I put it Called 'Crazy Wine'.

When I first made it, I wasn't sure if it worked, so... Schiller turned his head to Jack, who shook his head and said, So, when you were drinking with me, you added This kind of thing...

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

Just now, I invited you to my manor, and then I treated you to a drink. Everyone added a few drops of this crazy wine to the wine, so now, we are sitting here—

Welcome to my space of consciousness, everyone.

In an instant, everyone came to their senses. Victor recalled how he came to Schiller's manor on a rainy day, and then took a sip of wine. In the process of taking off the coat and putting the umbrella in place, Schiller explained: When you first came in, you will have a period of adaptation. You may not be able to distinguish between reality and illusion, so you will not feel any abnormalities.

Just like seeing an upside-down tall building in a dream, you don't feel strange. From waking up to dreaming, it takes a process of adaptation. Of course, if I reveal the truth, the speed of this adaptation will be faster. .”

I understand the truth... Victor turned to look at Schiller and asked him, But why did you turn your head into a globe?

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

As soon as he finished speaking, Jack's head turned into a fried chicken wing with a bang, and a big smiling face appeared on the fried chicken wing. Jack's voice came from the cracked mouth: This is my I ate it late, and the taste is not bad, of course it is a little undercooked inside, it is really fishy...

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

This... what should I do?

Before he tried it, a strangely shaped freezing gun appeared in Victor's hands. They looked at the gun in their hands with some curiosity and said, This is the latest model I conceived before. , I haven't had time to make it, 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 you imagine, the more detailed it will appear, I think, you This gun should have been fully conceived, right?

That's right, the design was finalized a week ago, so it can also be launched?

As he said that, Victor pulled the trigger, and an ice pick was fired, and the clown opposite was instantly frozen into ice.

As long as you believe that it can be launched, it will naturally be launched, just like people who believe that they can fly in their dreams can really fly.

Hey, you're freezing my head! Don't you know that cold fried chicken is the most disgusting food in the world?! shouted the big mouth on the opposite side of Jack's chicken wings.

Coppert pinched the red ball on his nose and popped it into a sharp cone, like the ones you wear at parties.

Evans scratched his head and said, Then can I change the color of my hair? I've always wanted dark brown hair like the Godfather, but it's too much trouble to dye my hair.

While he was speaking, his hair slowly changed color from brilliant gold to dark brown. Schiller shook his globe head and said, I think gold suits you better.

Is there a mirror? Evans turned his head back and forth, as if he wanted to find a mirror object to reflect his current appearance.

You just have to 'think' about it.

Evans thought for a while, and then drew a square frame in the air with his fingers. This crooked frame turned into a mirror and fell down. Evans grabbed it in a hurry, then took a picture of himself and said, Indeed, it's still blonde Look better...

As he spoke, his hair changed back again.

Victor picked up the wine glass in front of him and asked Schiller, So what are you doing by bringing us into your consciousness space?

Actually, there is nothing serious to do, but I invite you to watch some fun.

Looking at something? What's there to watch?

It's because there is no fun to watch, so I want to create some fun. It's not just me. I think Mr. Jack thinks the same way, right?

Jack turned his head into a toilet brush again, fingering the bristles on it, saying, Gotham is so boring without Batman, if I don't have some fun for myself, I will Crazy!

Okay, so what are you going to do?

Schiller moved his body to the other side, leaned on the armrest of the sofa, and said: Now there is a very professional psychologist, that is, my colleague, who is sitting in the Arkham Psychiatric Hospital. Yes, I'm going to hand over work to him...

I'll have a theoretical discussion with him, and then invite him to have a drink...

You want to bring him here too?

No, no, this is the auditorium, and he...

Jack on the opposite side continued his words with a smile: He will be an actor, a very bad actor.