The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

Constantine did not have the decadent attitude of the past with a hippie smile. The smoke permeated between his brows. When the eyebrows were pressed down, he looked a little indifferent, revealing the sense of distance in the bones of the British, making him look like a hero. Elegant and sexy.

Constantine squatted down and tilted his head to look at Murphys. No one knew how beautiful the Oneiroi was in his eyes.

But there is no doubt that when he looked at Murphys's face, the intoxicated look would not be deceiving. Perhaps, what he saw was not someone, but something he had longed for, but never got. had a good dream.

Murphys, when I came to you last time, I didn't get the answer I wanted, and you no longer allow me to enter the dreamland, so I can only use this method to say goodnight to you personally.

Constantine looked into Murphys' eyes and said: From a very young age, I knew who I should go to when I wanted an answer, and I also knew that if he didn't want to tell me, I can ask him another way...

After the cynical decadence fades away, the sharpness, paranoia and indifference in Constantine's eyes are no different from those madmen in Gotham.

Schiller in a suit stood beside Murphys. He straightened his body, put his hands in his trouser pockets, and turned his head to look at the iridescent skyline in the distance of the Dreamland. At this time, he and Constance Ding's shadow overlapped, and the temperament of the two was inexplicably similar.

In this matter, their attitudes are similar, and no god has the right to refuse to answer their questions because of his status as a god.

If you invite them to be guests in a civilized way, there is no way to get an answer, then pointing a gun at a person, whether it is a demon or a god, it is all the same to them.

Murphys was lying on the ground, looking at the sky with his eyes. He was not actually injured. The mental damage was much greater than the physical damage. When he saw the empty, barren dreamland around him, think about the follow-up After repairing, Murphys knew that his long career had come to an end.

You guys won't have sweet dreams. Murphys looked at the sky of the dreamland with dull eyes, where there were phantom clouds and misty fog, and he said, You... and you, and The man standing at the bow, none of you will have sweet dreams.

He's referring to Constantine crouching in front of him, Schiller standing beside him, and Batman looking out from the boat.

This is not a curse, I'm just telling you a fact, only those who don't know the existence of the dream kingdom can get a real dream.

When you know that your dreams are created by me, and there is a special place to store all the dreams you have, you will never have good dreams.

This is the rule of the dream kingdom. Only those who are willing to give up the truth, do not think about the source and destination of dreams, and sleep peacefully with expectations can have real dreams.

And you, you damned truth supremacists, you broke in here and learned the truth of the dream, and the dream will not come to you again.

Murphys rolled his eyes, looked at Constantine, and said, When you come here to find me to seek a sweet dream, instead of lying on the bed, relaxing your body, and closing your eyes with hope, you have already lost everything. Qualified to dream, everyone in this world who knows the existence of Oneiroi will never dream again.

Murphys looked at Constantine and said: You are completely self-inflicted, you have made a deal with too many demons, they will go to your dreams to harass you, because you owe them a debt, they appear in your dream The dream is not a nightmare, it is purely that they are harassing your soul, and that is none of my business.

The reason why I am willing to agree to another request of yours is because there is a kind of people in this world who are born with different powers than others, or curses. s Choice.

Are you sympathizing with me? Constantine asked him.

Murphys took a deep breath, gritted his teeth and said, You and this person broke into the dreamland together and threw a big bomb here, blowing up my home beyond recognition, and you actually asked me if I was sympathetic you?!!

Constantine stood up and looked at the sky of the dreamland. From this angle, no one could see whether he felt sad because of this truth.

Perhaps, chasing a beautiful dream seems very naive, not like what an adult should do, nor what Constantine, the detective from hell, should do, but he still stubbornly wants to get a truth.

Constantine was silent for a while, then turned to look at Batman, and said in a voice that Batman could just hear: ...this is magic, when you are trying to find the truth, you have lost everything .”

He took a few puffs of cigarettes and exhaled the smoke, that slutty smile climbed up his face again, and he said to Schiller in a brisk tone: Okay, it seems that this is the end of the matter, before I helped you deal with those green-lighted guys, and you paid it back.

He threw the nearly extinguished cigarette butt on the ground, stomped on it with his foot, then bent down, stretched out his hand, pulled Murphys up, and said to him, Sorry, I just want the truth.

Don't worry. Schiller took another cigarette from his suit pocket and lit it. He took out another cigarette and handed it to Murphys. Murphys didn't answer it with a dark face, but Schiller didn't agree mind.

The reason he came to you was just to find an answer, but I am not, I don't need sweet dreams. Schiller looked at Murphys, his eyes made Murphys feel chills down his back, and soon, Murphy Si discovered that this was not his illusion.

That's right. Constantine told me the story of meeting you before. I heard that you have believers, right?

Murphys snorted angrily, but did not refute. Seeing Schiller staring at him all the time, he could only say: Managing dreams is also very troublesome. Everyone has a different share of good dreams and nightmares. Dreams The mix of elements is different, and I need someone to help me manage that.

Although human beings are not the most diligent at work, you have the deepest understanding of dreams and your brains are fairly flexible, so I do have a few human believers. Why do you ask this?

That's right, Your Majesty Murphys, I know very well that you have great divine power and great divine power, but a few human believers are really hard to match your noble status.

As far as I know, your brothers and sisters should have more believers than you. I heard Constantine say that human souls and beliefs have special meaning to all gods...

I have studied the space of human consciousness and dreams for many years, and I am well aware of the vastness of the dream world. This is an unknown place that has aroused the curiosity of human beings throughout the ages. I think that your great achievements should be better spread...

The more Murphys heard it, the more he felt something was wrong. He took two steps back vigilantly. I looked at Schiller and asked, ...What do you want to do???

The so-called art industry has a specialization. If you want to develop your faith, you must have enough believers. If you want to increase believers, you must have someone to preach. If you want to preach with the highest efficiency, someone must organize them. Maybe... do you Need a professional Pope?

I don't need to...

Listen to me first, I know, you are probably thinking now, after our group of people leave, you will immediately find a bad guy, throw this mess to him, and then you will be free.

However, last time I asked about fate, I didn't get an answer, so after I left here, I had to find a way to find a doorbell and see if I could knock on the door of fate.

Oh, by the way, something happened before that made me think deeply about death. Death is also a very attractive mystery to me. I am looking forward to having a dialogue with death...

Murphy's face became more and more ugly, he looked at Schiller and asked, Are you threatening me?

Of course not, I'm just describing a possible fact.

Then do you know, what are you doing? From our point of view, you and all human beings are as insignificant as a mote of dust. Your life and death are just a thought to the endless family.

Oh, is it? Then why don't you persuade Fate to put my name in that book of his?

Murphys was choked, and Schiller restrained the smile on his face. He looked at Murphys and said seriously: I remember, when we met last time, you told me that all members of the Endless Family must Their great theocracy paid the price.

The price you pay for death is to witness every death with your own eyes, and you, maybe the price you have to pay is that you never know whether you really exist or just a dream.

You have to give up the divine power of Oneiroi and hand over the dream kingdom to other people. If one day you find that you don't really exist, or don't need to exist, then you will disappear completely just like a dream will eventually wake up.

Schiller's words are not alarmist, because in the comics, Murphys is indeed dead, he committed suicide.

In the comic Sandman, when Murphys decided not to be the master of the dream kingdom, he allowed the three witches to kill him, and another member of the endless family died and took him away. The Oneiroi chose to die, which meant that the dream had woken up.

Just like all dreams, when the dream is broken and people wake up from the dream and return to reality, that dream disappears forever, and there will never be another same dream in this world.

Perhaps, this is the price Murphys has to pay for his mighty power. As long as it is a dream, there will be a day when he wakes up.

However, Schiller has a way to keep a dream from waking up forever, because in his consciousness space, the dreamer and the man who manipulates the real world are not the same personality, which means that he has many endless dreams .

I remember, when we first met, you said that you had never seen that tower in anyone's dream world.

Since you are already planning to give up your current job, why not book a room with beautiful scenery and comfortable conditions for your retirement travel in advance?

Murphys opened his mouth. He didn't expect that Schiller came to him to talk about this, but he was not stupid. He said, ...then I want to give up my current job. Who caused it?

Constantine looked down to study the flowers and plants under his feet, and Schiele looked up to count the clouds in the sky.

Murphys sighed, and he had to admit that he wanted to let go of the dream kingdom and find a new owner for it, not entirely because Schiller came here to make trouble.

He is a god with strong human nature in the endless family. Because he is not completely a concept of rules, he will also be infected in various ways. Because of the dreams he manages, human dreams are varied. Murphys or More or less will also be affected.

Perhaps, I should tell you a fact, which will make you feel more balanced in your heart. Murphys said a little helplessly: It's not just you who don't have a good dream, but also me.

From the day I was born, I have faced endless work. Such a long and endless life is not a dream. If this continues, I will not be able to bring dreams to others.

As the master of the dream world, Murphys has almost unlimited power. He is the dream, and the dream is him. If something goes wrong with him, the dreams of all creatures in the universe will be affected.

After he himself began to tire of the endless work, the source of sweet dreams became exhausted, and if this continued, all creatures were left with only nightmares.

So when he realized he was no longer passionate about the job, he knew it was time to retire.

Schiller's behavior of ringing the doorbell and sailing in again can only be said to speed up Murphy's retirement, but without him, Murphy will eventually give up the dream kingdom and return to death just like in the comics embrace.

When Murphys' attitude began to waver, Schiller was keenly aware of this, so he said:

In fact, I didn't come here to apply for the job on a whim.

I am a very experienced pope. If you don't believe me, I invite you to enter my dream. The gods I have believed in will confirm what I said...