In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 258: Stealing Dreams and Truman (Part 1)

"The Days of Being a Spiritual Mentor in Meiman"

, the days when I was 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, "Would you call us all?" What are you doing here?"

Coppert was fiddling with a buckle on his pocket, as if he wanted to adjust its length. Sitting opposite him, Evans was holding a wine glass, shaking the liquid in it, and the liquid showed a golden yellow luster , white foam was still rising, Jack was lying on a single sofa, squinting his eyes and taking a nap.

Schiller was leaning on the back of the chair and kept moving 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 : "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, and there is a coffee table in the middle of the sofa. On one side of the room was Schiller's desk, and behind it was a huge row of bookshelves, both of which were filled with miscellaneous clutter.

Victor has been here before, and he didn't see anything unusual. Just when he wanted to continue asking Schiller, he looked at Schiller again and felt that something was wrong. He asked Schiller: "Your 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 a "hiss" from between his teeth. " two breaths.

"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 and it was normal But that's all.

"Recall carefully, Victor, how did you get in here?"

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

"You said it wrong, 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 wasn't sure if he really turned his head move, 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, touched, or even touched by another person. Close observation..."

"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 starts with you, Evans ..."

Evans looked at Schiller's head with a globe on it, and he didn't know what to say for a moment. There are many more weird things, like, they are sitting on the ceiling 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 at all.

Jack pinched the red ball on his nose with his hands, and made two "chirp" sounds, and he 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 found 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 is not stupid. Just as he was about to answer, Coppert rushed ahead of him and said, "It's that kind of 'fine wine'."

"Yes, 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. Some spiritual characteristics."

"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 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..."

"Brain wave amplifier?" Victor frowned and said, "I have also studied the theory of brain waves. A special liquid that can amplify people's brain waves, isn't it a bit too..."

"We don't need to decipher its principle, we only 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 Alberto Personality..."

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

"In short, after I confirmed this with the priest, I knew that the Dionysian factor may 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 brain waves to the extreme. I call it 'crazy wine'."

"When I first made it, I wasn't sure if it would work, so..." Schiller turned his head to Jack, who shook his head and said, "So, when you were drinking with me, pour some water into our wine." 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 invited you to drink, everyone added a few drops of this crazy wine to their 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. During the process from entering the door to taking off the coat and putting the umbrella away, Schiller explained: "When you first come 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 find it strange. From waking up to falling into a dream, it takes a process of adaptation. Of course, if I reveal the truth, the speed of this adaptation will be faster. will get 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 touched 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 also have a certain degree of autonomy here."

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 I ate it tonight, and it tastes good, but of course it's a little undercooked inside, it's 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.

"What...how do I do this?"

Before he tried it, a strangely shaped freezing gun appeared in Victor's hands. They looked at the gun in their hands curiously and said, "This is what I conceived before. The latest model, I haven't had time to make it yet, I didn't expect it to be so real."

"In the space of consciousness, that is, in the dream, what you can do depends entirely on your imagination, that is, 'what you believe is what you get', and the more detailed your imagination, the more detailed it will appear, I Think, your gun should have been fully conceived, right?"

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

Speaking, 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 a person who believes that he can fly in a dream, he 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 Jack's 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 always wanted dark brown hair like the godfather, but dyeing my hair is too much trouble."

While he was speaking, his hair gradually changed color, from brilliant golden to dark brown. Schiller's globe shook his head and said, "I think golden suits you better."

"Is there a mirror?" Evans turned his head back and forth, as if he wanted to find something mirrored ~IndoMTL.com~ 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 , I still look better with blond hair..."

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 to bring us into your consciousness space?"

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

"What fun to watch? What fun 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 should think the same way, right?"

Jack turned his head into a toilet brush again, and was **** the bristles on it, saying: "Gotham is so boring without Batman, if you don't have some fun for yourself , I will go 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, sitting in the Arkham Psychiatric Hospital. I'm going to hand over work to him later..."

"I will have a theoretical discussion with him, and then invite him to drink together..."

"Are you going 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."