In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 302: 3 Detectives (6)

"The Days of Being a Spiritual Mentor in Meiman"

, the days when I was a spiritual mentor in Meiman

"I reported the police, I controlled the key manager who led the way, I set the traps in the room, I put the ghosts in the corridor there, and even Laurenna can summon the demon possessed , and I let it go, the purpose is to kill you in the boarding school..."

While burying his head in writing in 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. Every now and then, any normal person will connect this matter with some mystical 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 traps of the drawers and keys in that room...you deliberately made a lock Hang it on the drawer, and then put a key in a conspicuous place.”

"If I'm not mistaken, there is no curse on the key, but as soon as the drawer is opened, the sheep skull inside will release a curse of 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 it down." One 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 would be like you..."

Schiller looked Konstantin up and down with his eyes, and Konstantin understood what he meant, and he tilted his head to one side and said, "Well, I look like an overindulgent, high-drug junkie, and those who are too The lines of justice don'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 'crazy wine' is really a 'wine' ?”

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

Schiller raised the pen in his hand and said, "You know? This is a carrot."

"What do you mean?"

"I'm not saying this pen is a carrot, but I call it 'a carrot' and the name of this pen is 'a carrot'."

"Your behavior is like a silly rabbit. I heard that I have a 'a carrot' here, so I found it, but it's not a carrot, it's just a pen called 'a carrot', so I took a bite. Bite down, didn't eat the carrot, and broke the 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 pull the plug and pour it into your mouth.”

"Let me give another example." Schiller threw his pen on the table, and he said, "Now, I will name this mysterious liquid 'hexafluoroantimony acid', and you will rush directly in front of it." , grab that bottle without thinking about it without gloves?"

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 called this liquid 'crazy wine', but it's just called 'wine', I didn't say it would work like a normal wine, just drink it in your mouth , this liquid can not only be absorbed 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 Mr. Constantine, thinking it was real wine, not only reached for the bottle without gloves, but probably touched the stained cork and immediately fell. Into the dreamland..."

Konstantin looked 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 pervertedness, so what do you think?"

"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 have to be responsible for finding the murderer 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 could catch this man." Guy who knows magic, you can do whatever you want, after all, you have rich experience..."

"I said, should you ask 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' here. The combination of the three of you should be Is there any case that cannot be investigated?"

"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. His method, that is, no matter where he sees this person, it is right to beat him up.

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

Konstantin spat out a word from his throat: "Smoke..."

Batman grabbed his collar and punched him, Constantine woke up a little, he shook his head and said, "Thank you, it's more powerful than cigarettes."

Batman let go and threw him to the ground. Constantine's shoulder hit the wall, but he didn't care. He groped around and found a crumpled cigarette case. He took out a cigarette and asked 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, this is not perfect Do you cooperate?"

"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's that Good professor assigned you homework? 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's voice was always hoarse, 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. Same, to see the only beauty left in this **** world..."

"My child, why are you so serious?"

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

Ten minutes later, the bruised and swollen Constantine followed Batman ~IndoMTL.com~ He complained: "Which word did I say wrong? Even if you are not interested in me, we can have some fun together , you know, I am very open..."

After another ten minutes, 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... ...Is this a bit 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, What did you add to the smoke? Damn it! Put it down! You are flying leaves in front of the police??? Put it down!!!”

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

Gordon held the pack of cigarettes, pulled out a cigarette, peeled off the outer skin and said: "Others add a little tobacco to the tobacco, he adds a little tobacco to the tobacco, you son of a **** , aren't you afraid of killing yourself?"

Constantine smiled and said, "Tell me, if the devil eats the soul of a drug addict like me, will he be like those stray dogs on the street, crying and scratching flowers?" Your own face?"

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, beat him up, that's right."

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