"I called the police, I control the key keeper who leads the way, I set the traps in the room, I placed the ghosts in the corridor, and even Laurenna can summon a demon to possess her, it's me. It's laissez-faire, and the purpose is to kill you in the boarding school..."
While immersed in writing in the medical record, Schiller commented without looking up: "It's full of loopholes."
"Starting from the part where you sacrificed Cooper to the devil, there were too many mistakes in this plan. When I went to investigate the scene of Cooper's death, I saw the magic circle at the first sight. At this time, any A normal person would associate this matter with some occult factors."
"You wrote the answer to the riddle on the riddle, do you still expect others to be unprepared?"
"The traps in the boarding school are even more messy. The keykeeper's words and deeds are too impatient and purposeful. And the drawers and key traps in that room... you deliberately hung a lock on the drawer. on it, and then placed a key in a conspicuous place.”
"If I guess correctly, there is no curse on the key, but as soon as the drawer is opened, the sheep skull inside will release a fatal curse."
"You are indeed no ordinary person." Constantine looked into Schiller's eyes and said, "You didn't open the drawer, but you knew what was in it."
Schiller ignored him and continued: "Do you think this is playing a computer game? A lock must be matched with a key. As long as you hold the key, you can open the lock, find clues, and advance to the next level. Constantine, I have seen this kind of routine too many times..."
"After that, you attracted us to the basement, and your rhetoric was even less convincing. No vigilante hero who does what is right will be like you..."
Schiller looked Constantine up and down with his eyes. Constantine understood what he meant. He tilted his head to one side and said: "Well, I look like an overindulgent, drug-addled drug addict. Those lines are too righteous. It's a bit inconsistent with my appearance, but it doesn't really matter. Even if I can't kill you, I can just delay it."
"Up to this point, my plan has gone smoothly because you were indeed held back by me, but what puzzles me the most is..."
"What puzzles you most is why did you fall?"
Schiller put his pen upright on the table, smiled and said: "Actually, this is a very common blind spot in thinking. Constantine, tell me, why do you think 'crazy wine' is really a kind of 'wine'?"
The other three people present were stunned for a moment, and Gordon said without thinking: "Why is Crazy Wine not wine?"
Schiller raised his pen and said, "You know what? This is a carrot."
"What's the meaning?"
"I'm not saying the pen is a carrot, but I call it 'a carrot,' and the name of the pen is 'a carrot.'"
"You acted like a silly rabbit. Hearing that I had a carrot here, he looked for it, but it was not a carrot. It was just a pen called a carrot, so he bit into it. I didn’t eat the carrots and my front teeth broke.”
"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 It takes effect after you remove the stopper and pour it into your mouth.”
"Let me give you another example." Schiller threw the pen on the table and said: "Now, I named this mysterious liquid 'hexafluoroantimonic acid', and you will rush directly to it without thinking. Is the one wearing gloves going 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 heard the name, I knew it must be a dangerous thing, and I would 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. It only works when you drink it. Fluid can be absorbed not only through the gastric mucosa, but also through respiratory tract and skin contact."
"Moreover, the bottle I put on the bookshelf contains a concentrated liquid. It must be mixed with ordinary wine before it can be drunk. It only takes a little contact and you will be immediately pulled into a dream."
"Let me guess, this smart Mr. Constantine thought it was real wine, so not only did he pick up the bottle without wearing gloves, he may also have touched the cork that was stained with wine, and he immediately fell into a dream. …”
Constantine tilted his head to the side, but Schiller continued: "It's like you laid out a series of great and ruinous plans, but in the end you failed because you couldn't find a parking space."
"I admit, I underestimated how cunning and perverted you are, so what do you want?"
"Don't you want to see Morpheus the Sandman? I can help you. I have a quick passage that I dug before, which can save you a lot of effort, but you must agree to one condition..."
"Tell me, can it get worse than now?"
"Since you killed Lawrence and started the Twelve Apostles serial murder case, you must be responsible for finding the murderers of Hawke and Ridge."
Schiller looked at Batman and said, "Let him be found guilty first and then try these murderers together. You should have no objection, right?"
"I can get to the bottom of both cases myself."
"Really? It seems there's not enough homework..."
Batman shut up, and Schiller looked at Gordon again. Gordon waved his hand and said: "As long as the murderer can be tried, it will be fine. If it weren't for your help this time, it is unlikely that we would be able to catch this magician." Guy, just do whatever you say, after all, you are experienced..."
"I said, should you ask my opinion?" Constantine shook his head and said: "I am a rock singer, and secondly an exorcist. 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' here and a 'Chicago Detective'. If you three detectives are combined together, there should be no cases. It can’t be checked, right?”
"The focus of Hell Detective is hell...well, if that's what you're asking for, then I'll do my best."
One day later, Batman looked at Constantine who was paralyzed in the corner with a psychedelic look and a dull expression. He looked at the drug addicts in the drug den who looked similar to him. He suddenly understood what Schiller told him. The solution is that no matter where you see this person, you can definitely beat him up.
"How much did you drink?" Batman asked in a deep voice.
Constantine spit out one word from his throat: "Smoke..."
Batman grabbed his collar and punched him. Constantine sobered up a little, shook his head and said, "Thank you, it's better than smoking."
Batman let go of his hand and threw him to the ground. Constantine's shoulder hit the wall, but he didn't care at all. He groped around on his body and took out a crumpled cigarette box, and took out a cigarette box. 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 keep an eye on me all the time. You also said that you can find out by yourself, so just go and find out. I'll stay here for a while. Isn't this perfect cooperation? ?”
"If I didn't cooperate with you, you wouldn't see me here."
"Haha..." Constantine laughed softly twice. His cigarette was not lit, but it was still held in his mouth. He lay down against the corner, looked at Batman and said, "It was the good professor who arranged it." Homework for you? Little boy..."
"I can see that you are a very simple boy. You have just left your parents and you have just left your parents. Your heart is filled with your dream of being a hero. You want to fight criminals and uphold justice..."
"But before long, you will understand that there are more interesting things in this world than that..." There was always a hoarseness in Constantine's voice. He pulled off his tie and looked disheveled.
The hallucinogenic and euphoric feeling of the drug has not passed yet, which makes Constantine look a little crazy. He tugged on his collar and looked at Batman and said: "You have to learn to relax a little, and you will be like me. To the last bit of beauty left in this damn world..."
"My child, why are you so serious?"
Batman's arm muscles tightened instantly. Constantine saw this detail, and he thought his temptation had succeeded. The moment he laughed, a fist as big as a sandbag appeared in his field of vision.
Ten minutes later, a bruised and swollen Constantine followed Batman. He complained: "What did I say wrong? Even if you are not interested in me, we can still have some fun together. You know, I 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 is a criminal, you can't... This is a bit Is it too much?"
"Thank you for speaking for me, officer. Is there a fire?"
Gordon took out 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 his nose and said: "... God, you are smoking. What did you add? Damn it! Put it down now! You actually flew leaves in front of the police??? Put it down!!!"
Ten minutes later, Gordon put his hands on his hips and looked at Constantine, who was slumped in the corner like a ball of mud. He touched his forehead and said, "I swear I didn't really want to hit him, but he went too far..."
Gordon held the pack of cigarettes, took out a cigarette, peeled off the outer skin and said: "Others add a little bit of tobacco leaves to the tobacco leaves, he adds a bit of tobacco leaves to the ingredients, you son of a bitch addict, you just Aren’t you afraid of beating yourself to death?”
Constantine, who was addicted again, smiled and said: "Tell me, if the devil eats the soul of an addict like me, will he be like those stray dogs on the street, crying and scratching his face? ?”
Gordon looked at Batman and said, "He is hopeless. Even in Gotham, I have rarely seen such a rotten person."
After speaking, he nodded again and said, "What Schiller said makes sense. No matter where you see him, you're right to give him a good beating."
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