The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

I reported the police, I controlled the key manager who led the way, I set the trap in the room, I put the ghost in the corridor there, and even Laurenna can summon the demon possessed, it's me Let it go, the purpose is to kill you in the boarding school...

While burying his head in writing on the medical record, Schiller commented without raising his head: It's full of loopholes.

From the part where you sacrificed Cooper to the devil, there were too many mistakes and omissions in this plan. When I went to investigate the scene of Cooper's death, I saw the magic circle at first sight. At this time, any A normal person would associate this incident with some occult factors.

You wrote the answer on the riddle, do you still expect others to be unprepared?

The traps in the boarding school are even more messy. The words and deeds of the key manager are too hasty and purposeful, and the trap of the drawer and the key in the room...you deliberately made a lock and hung it on the drawer. and put another key in a conspicuous place.

If I'm not wrong, there is no curse on that key, but as soon as the drawer is opened, the sheep skull inside will release a curse of mortal death.

You really are not an ordinary person. Constantine looked into Schiller's eyes and said, You didn't open the drawer, but you knew what was inside.

Schiller ignored him, but went on to say: Do you think this is playing a computer game? A lock must be equipped with a key. As long as you hold the key, you can open the lock, find clues, and push to the next level. Constantine, I have seen this kind of routine too much...

Afterwards, you lured us to the basement, and your rhetoric was even less convincing. No vigilante hero who is brave enough to do justice will be like you...

Schiller looked Konstantin up and down, and Konstantin understood what he meant, and he tilted his head to the side and said, Well, I look like an over-indulgent, high-drug junkie, and those overly righteous lines It doesn't match my appearance, but it doesn't really matter, even if I can't kill you, it's okay to delay.

Up to this point, my plan is going smoothly, because you are indeed held back by me, but what puzzles me the most is...

The thing that puzzles you the most is why did you fall?

Schiller put his pen on the table, smiled and said: Actually, this is a very common blind spot in thinking. Constantine told me, why do you think that 'crazy wine' is really a 'wine'?

The other three people present were slightly stunned, and Gordon said without thinking: Why is crazy wine not wine?

Schiller raised his pen and said, You know what? It's a carrot.

What's the meaning?

I'm not saying the pen is a carrot, I'm calling it 'a carrot,' and the name of the pen is 'a carrot.'

You act like a silly rabbit. I heard that I have a 'carrot' here, so I found it, but it's not a carrot, it's just a pen called 'a carrot', so I bit it down. Didn’t eat carrots, and broke his front teeth.”

I named this mysterious liquid that can pull people into dreams 'crazy wine', so you really think of it as a kind of wine, thinking that they will stay in the bottle peacefully until you Take it off the plug and pour it into your mouth to be effective.

Let me give you another example. Schiller threw his pen on the table, and he said, Now, I named this mysterious liquid 'hexafluoroantimonic acid', and you would rush right in front of it without thinking. Gloves to grab that bottle?

Gordon shook his head and said, Although I don't know what your long list of chemical terms is, when I hear this name, I know it must be a dangerous thing, and I will choose to walk around it.

Look, that's it. I named this liquid 'crazy wine', but it's just called 'wine'. I didn't say it would work like ordinary wine. Liquids can be absorbed not only through the gastric mucosa, but also through the respiratory tract and skin contact.

Moreover, the bottle I put on the bookshelf contains concentrated liquid, which must be mixed with ordinary wine to drink. Just touch it a little, and you will be immediately pulled into a dream.

Let me guess, this clever Monsieur Constantine, thinking it was real wine, not only reached for the bottle without gloves, but probably touched the blotted stopper, and immediately fell into the In the dream...

Constantine turned his head away, but Schiller continued, It's like you lay out a series of great plans to destroy the world, and you lose in the end because you can't find a parking space.

I admit, I underestimated your cunning and abnormality, so what do you want?

Don't you want to meet Morpheus the Sandman? I can help you. I have a fast track dug out before, which can save you a lot of effort, but you have to agree to one condition...

Tell me, can it be worse than now?

Since you killed Lawrence and started the serial murders of the Twelve Apostles, you are responsible for finding the murderers who killed Hawk and Rich.

Schiller looked at Batman and said, Let him take the crime and do meritorious service first, and then try these murderers together. You should have no objection?

I can find out both cases myself.

Really? It seems that there is not enough homework...

Batman shut up, and Schiller looked at Gordon again. Gordon waved his hand and said, As long as the murderer can get a trial, it's fine. If it weren't for your help this time, it's unlikely that we would be able to catch this magician. Guy, you can do whatever you say, after all, you have rich experience...

I said, should you ask me for my opinion? Constantine shook his head and said, I'm a rock singer, followed by an exorcist, and I don't know how to investigate cases at all.

I heard that your name in the circle is 'Hell Detective'. It just so happens that we have a 'Gotham Detective' and a 'Chicago Detective'. If you combine the three detectives, there shouldn't be any cases. Can't check it?

The focus of Hell Detective is hell...well, if that's what you want, then I'll try my best.

A day later, Batman looked at Konstantin, who was paralyzed in the corner with psychedelic eyes and a dull expression, and he took another look at the drug addicts in this drug den, who looked similar to him, and he suddenly understood what Schiller told him. The way, that is, no matter where you see this person, you must beat him up.

How much did you drink? Batman asked in a deep voice.

Constantine spat out a word from his throat: Smoke...

Batman grabbed him by the collar and punched him. Constantine came to his senses a little. He shook his head and said, Thanks, it's more powerful than a cigarette.

Batman let go and threw him to the ground. Konstantin's shoulder hit the wall, but he didn't notice it at all. He groped around and found a crumpled cigarette case, which he pulled out. a cigarette, and asks Batman, Is there a fire?

When are you going to investigate the case?

Can't you just go? Anyway, he won't stare at me all the time. You also said that you can find out by yourself, so you can check it out. I'll stay here for a while. Isn't this a perfect fit? ?”

If I didn't cooperate with you, you wouldn't see me here.

Hehe... Constantine laughed twice, his cigarette was not lit, but he still held it in his mouth. He lay down against the corner of the wall, looked at Batman and said, It was arranged by that good professor. Homework for you? Boy...

I can see that you are a very simple boy. You are just a fledgling boy, and you have not left your parents for a long time. You are full of your dream of being a hero. You want to fight criminals and bring justice...

But after a while, you will understand that there are more interesting things in this world than that... Constantine always had a hoarse voice, and he tore off his tie, looking disheveled.

The hallucinations and euphoria of the drug have not yet passed, which made Constantine look a little crazy. He pulled his collar and looked at Batman and said, You have to learn to relax a little, and you will be like me, see To the last bit of beauty left in this damn world...

My child, why are you so serious?

Batman's arm muscles tensed instantly. Constantine saw this detail, and he thought his temptation had succeeded. The moment he laughed, a fist the size of a sandbag appeared in his vision.

Ten minutes later, Constantine, with a bruised nose and a swollen face, followed Batman. He complained, Which thing did I say wrong? Even if you're not interested in me, we can have some fun together, you know, me People are very open…”

Ten minutes later, Gordon looked at Constantine, who was even more bruised and swollen, and said, You didn't really listen to Schiller, did you? Batman, let me tell you, even if he's a criminal, you can't... It's a bit Is it too much?

Thank you for speaking for me, officer, is there a fire?

Gordon took a lighter from his pocket and handed it to Constantine. Constantine lit the cigarette and took a puff. After he exhaled the smoke, Gordon shrugged and said, ...God, you are smoking What did you add? Damn! Put it down! You actually flew the leaves in front of the police??? Put it down!!!”

Ten minutes later, Gordon crossed his hips and looked at Constantine, who was slumped in the corner of the wall like a mass of mud. He touched his forehead and said, I swear I really didn't want to hit him, but he is too much...

Gordon held the pack of cigarettes, pulled out a cigarette, peeled off the rind, and said: Others add a little tobacco to the tobacco, he adds a little tobacco to the tobacco, you bitch, addict, you Aren't you afraid of pumping yourself to death?

Constantine smiled and said, Tell me, if the devil eats the soul of an addict like me, will he scratch his face like those stray dogs on the street? ?”

Gordon looked at Batman and said, He's hopeless. Even in Gotham, I rarely see such a bad guy.

After finishing speaking, he nodded again and said, Schiller is right. No matter where you see him, you must beat him up.

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