In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 1489: Bird and return (34)

"Why are you wondering?" Bruce asked mentally to the voice.

"Because human beings always have unnecessary vigilance against great power." The voice from the black diamond replied: "They don't want to believe that there is anger in their hearts that can drive everything. No ambition at all."

"But I have all of these." Bruce invites in a veiled way, and said: "Just peeping into the corner of my inner anger will show you that I am different from everyone else."

"Under consideration, are you going to let me in?"

"I feel very strange, do you treat every host like this?" Bruce asked, focusing on the dead body of the man by the side of the road.

"Of course not, it's just that this group of stupid ordinary people went crazy with fear when they heard my voice, I can only manipulate their bodies, but can't communicate with them, you are the first one who can Someone who answered my questions rationally."

"Very well, it seems that we are a perfect match, what can you do for me?"

"What are you longing for?"

"Knowledge, endless knowledge."

"Then I can give you what you want."

"Why do you say that?"

"I come from a great existence that you can't imagine, from the beginning of creation, and I have listened to all the secrets in the evolution of the universe..."

"Let me tell you something first."

A strange voice sounded like he was choking, and Bruce’s tone was still brisk. price.

"You say you have great power, but you may not have it, and even if you do, you may not give it to me. You have to show something, let me see your sincerity?"

"You **** humans!" The tone of the mysterious voice contained anger, and he cursed: "Selfish, cunning, and short-sighted!"

"Yes, this is how we are, this is human beings, welcome to human society."

The mysterious voice was choked again, and after a long time he asked in a sullen voice, "So, what do you want to know?"

"This is not suitable for talking, let's go back to the room and talk slowly."

When Bruce returned to the Forgotten Bookstore with a black diamond in his hand, he saw Red Hood coming out of the kitchen with a glass of water in his hand. Bruce nodded at him, walked up the stairs quickly, and returned to the previous By the window of the study, another great existence began to be tormented with endless questions.

Red Hood put the water glass on the table, and Schiller, who was sitting at the table reading a book, looked up at him and said, "Thank you."

"You're welcome, I just thought I should do something for you."

"Come here, Jason, sit down." Schiller pointed to the opposite chair and said, "Look at this."

Schiller handed over a book, and after Red Hood took it, he frowned and looked at the cover and read out the title of the book on the cover: "Magical Psychology?"

He turned the pages of the book and saw a motto written on the first page - "Grasping the psychology of the gods you have contracted with is the first step to learning magic well."

Red Hood tilted his head, somewhat unable to understand, Schiller put down the book in his hand, looked into his eyes and explained: "What do you think the essence of magic is?"

"I don't know much about magic." Red Hood said very bluntly, and then he thought for a while and replied: "But Constantine said that the essence of magic is debt."

Schiller shook his head and said: "The essence of magic is negotiation, and the essence of negotiation is psychology."

Schiller took a sip of water, looked at the manuscript beside him and said, "Magicians gain power through negotiations with powerful beings outside of humans. The strength of a magician depends only on the strength of the negotiating object. How much power is obtained from the negotiating partner."

"Since this is the case, the essence of magic is actually to choose a suitable negotiating partner and obtain enough power from him."

Red Hood was fascinated by what Schiller had said. He never thought he could see magic in this light. It seems very mysterious, they are secretive about magic, and Batman doesn't let us get in touch with this aspect, he said magic is not a good thing."

"That's true for Batman." Schiller nodded without refuting, and the Red Hood felt even more confused, so he said, "But you seem to have a different view from him, you don't think magic is anything It's a very mysterious thing, and I don't think it's harmful."

"Jason, this is the same thing. Because of the nature of magic, Batman is unwilling to let you touch it. Do you think that if magic is practiced by yourself, you can get results as long as you work hard. Will Batman stop you from accessing magic?"

"Batman always emphasizes the importance of practice to us."

"Yes, because he is such a person, he does not trust the power from other objects, and he thinks that if you come into contact with this power, you are likely to be manipulated."

Red Hood leaned forward and listened carefully to Schiller's words. He felt that Schiller was too familiar with Batman, and his analysis of Batman was always unexpected but reasonable.

"Batman believes that magic will cause you to slack off. If you can borrow powerful power from other beings at will, then what's the point of practicing for years?"

Schiller looked into the eyes of the red hood and said, "Jason, can you guarantee that you will not be tempted at all, and restrain yourself in the face of the power you can easily obtain?"

"I..." Red Hood paused for a moment, but he remained honest, lowered his eyes and said, "I'm afraid it will be difficult, maybe I can hold back once, but if there are too many times, I will inevitably be tempted."

"Yes, everyone in the Bat family wants to win a special place in Batman's heart, and if there is a powerful force that can easily surpass everyone, you will all be tempted. This is why Batman has warned you several times to leave. The reason why the magic is farther."

"But my view is slightly different from Batman." Schiller's eyes fell on the manuscript paper again, and he continued: "I'm not the kind of person who calls on the world to abandon the use of credit cards because of the risk of excessive consumption. people."

"Credit cards are indeed dangerous, especially those with very simple procedures and almost no verification of user qualifications. They are especially dangerous for young people, because you are the most easily brainwashed by consumerism."

"However, we have to admit that some loan qualifications for advanced consumption can save people from fire and water, and reasonable, legal and compliant loans can also improve social security. After all, when you need money urgently, If the bank could lend it, you wouldn't want to rob it, would you?"

Red Hood nodded, this is a very simple logic, so he quickly figured it out, and he said by analogy: "That is to say, although magic is borrowed from others, if you can use magic Borrowing it in a reasonable way and making good use of it can prevent some people from using something more dangerous, right?"

Schiller nodded, showing a satisfied expression, he tapped the table with his fingertips and said: "The devil often deceives humans into signing unequal treaties, and the angels are not much better, but they only Being able to deceive but not force it proves that they have scruples."

"But some crazier existences don't have these scruples. They will confuse every human being they meet, and even directly control them. After all, magicians still have room for free thinking, and the behavior of squandering power can also be ruled by reason. Human beings who can be restrained and controlled by force are complete victims, so the existence of magic is reasonable."

Red Hood nodded again, and then he looked at Schiller eagerly and said, "Will you teach me magic?"

"I will only teach you psychology." Schiller smiled and said, "But this is the killer feature of our school."

Schiller exhaled and explained: "The power of magic comes from another group of intelligent life, and as long as they are intelligent life, their psychology and behavior can be understood, and even further, they can be bewitched and guided , and if you master this method, you can be called mastering magic."

Red Hood's eyebrows gradually tightened. He was silent for more than ten seconds and said: "I think this is a bit abstract. Is there any more practical example?"

Schiller put down the manuscript and stood up, walked to the telephone stand under the stairs on the first floor, picked up the phone, dialed a number and said to the other side: "Hello, Lucifer? It's me, it's like this, you Can you make it rain where I am now?"

"Why? No why... Oh, is it?" Schiller lowered his head to admire the patterns on the carpet, and then said: "Then you are busy, I will call Gabriel and ask."

Only hearing a "hoo", the entrance of the Forgotten Bookstore was violently windy, and the red hood turned to look out the window.

Dark clouds gathered above the bookstore, lightning flashed across the skyline, thunder and rain sounded almost simultaneously, and in just one second, it rained heavily across London.

Schiller put down the phone and walked back to the table. The red hood stared at him dumbfounded. He pointed to Schiller, then to the phone, and then to himself. The Psychology of Magic.

Before he opened the book, Schiller glanced out of the window and asked, "Where are Dick and Tim? They were all sent out by Bruce?"

"Dick went to Diana to help Bruce get something, Tim was still here just now." Red Hood looked around and said: "Just now Constantine came back, Tim may have been called away by him Already."

Schiller opened his eyes slightly and said, "What is Constantine looking for with Tim?...Forget it, you can read the first chapter first, and ask me if you don't understand anything. After learning the three chapters, you will go to **** to find a demon to practice your hands."

Red Hood smiled brightly ~IndoMTL.com~ He rubbed his hands and said, "I can't wait, I really want to know what Batman will look like when he sees me learning magic."

The sound of crashing rain diffused in the dense pine forest, the deep green flowed like thick ink, the water vapor drifted away on the surface of the cold land, and the dense fog passed through the entangled vines one after another, Let the tombstone reflect the gloomy light between the water and the tombstone.

In front of the gate of the gravekeeper's hut in All Souls Cemetery, several figures rushed into the hut. Red Robin put down the cloak used to protect him from the rain, looked at Constantine and said, "We have been in London for a few days. It didn't rain, and it rained so hard just after you called me out, I really don't know whether to say you are lucky or unlucky."

"Usually speaking, it's the latter." Constantine didn't feel guilty at all, he said, "It's also true for what we are going to do now, such heavy rain will completely wash away the traces of their actions here , we have to hurry up."

"I don't need those obvious footprints for my reasoning, isn't that what you came for me?" Red Robin's tone was without arrogance, as if he was telling a fact.

"Then let's start quickly, big detective, we need to know who took Katz and where they went now."

Red Robin didn't speak, but just took the lantern from Constantine, turned his head and looked carefully at the situation in the gravekeeper's hut.

In the detective's field of vision, the thin rain line began to rise, the cold mist sank to the ground again, and the flame in the fireplace burned more and more vigorously.

Accompanied by a loud noise, uninvited guests broke into this lifeless house, and a blood child woman was reflected in the child hole of the necromancer Katz who was disposing of the corpse on the dissection table.