Chapter 300: Three Detectives (4)

Chapter 300: Three Detectives (4)

When Schiller retracted the umbrella, Batman and Gordon stood on either side of him, looking down at the fallen Constantine. Gordon hesitated for a moment, then turned to Schiller on his left and said, "Do you two have any grudges?"

"No, but..." Schiller paused for a moment and then continued, "Wherever you see this person, no matter what he is doing, you only need to do two things."

"The first thing is to cover his mouth, the second thing is to beat him up."

"Uh, why is that?"

"While releasing your frustration, it also ensures that you can't become his friend."

Gordon wanted to ask further, but at that moment, Constantine, who was lying on the ground, suddenly began to disappear.

Gordon turned his head back, his eyes widened as he looked at the ground. Constantine gradually turned into black ash from his feet. Almost instantly, what was once a living person turned into a humanoid heap of ash on the ground.Discover new chapters at novelhall.com

Just as Gordon was about to speak, the pile of ash suddenly flew up and transformed into a small tornado, which was then sucked into the black book in his hand. Gordon walked over and bent down, about to touch the book, when Schiller said, "Don't touch it."

"Gordon, when faced with anything related to the occult, don't touch it lightly because you never know how many black magic traps and curses are hidden within."

Schiller sighed softly and said, "Not surprising, because this guy is nothing but a complete fraud and a rotten person. Saving the world? That has nothing to do with him."

Just as Batman was about to say something, he noticed Schiller's movement freeze for a moment. Then, Schiller straightened up, his gaze somewhat vacant. After about two seconds, he suddenly revealed a smile.

Describing that smile, to put it simply, Batman silently took a step back, and Gordon took a step back as well.

Schiller tapped his palm with the umbrella and said, "...the happiest thing in this world is when a small trap you unintentionally set up is triggered by a prey that willingly walks into it..."

"What do you mean?" Gordon scratched his head and asked. He noticed that ever since the magic circle appeared, there were more and more things he couldn't understand.

However, Schiller turned around and walked towards the door, saying as he walked, "Come with me, let's go to my Manor, and I'll treat you to a drink."

"Wait, what about this thing?" Gordon pointed at the demon chained to the wall.

Schiller, who had already stepped out of the door, took two steps back and turned to look at the demon fixed on the wall. The demon, upon seeing his gaze, desperately tried to hide. Gordon took a step forward and said as he walked, "It seems this creature can't cause much trouble in Gotham. Let's go."

Several children followed behind the three adults as they walked out, and as Jason passed by the demon trapped on the wall, he spat at it.

Batman first drove a few children to his stronghold, and then returned to pick up Schiller and Gordon. The three of them went to Schiller's Manor. After entering the Manor, Batman squinted his eyes and said, "It seems someone has broken in here."

Schiller sat behind a desk, holding a medical record in one hand and a pen in the other. With the pen, he snapped his fingers, and Constantine felt a cigarette appear in his mouth. He took a deep drag, and the cigarette smoke wafted between his lips and nose.

He struggled slightly, feeling the constraint of the straitjacket on his body. He sighed with a hint of enjoyment and said, "It seems we not only have a shared interest in music, but perhaps in other aspects as well..."

Gordon paused for a moment, wearing a slightly disgusted expression, but Schiller remained unfazed. He asked, "Tell me, what's really going on?"

Constantine adjusted himself and let out a "puff" of air from his mouth, blowing away the cigarette ash. Then, he settled into a comfortable position, leaning back in his chair, and said, "Well, it all started with a romantic and profound reverie..."

"It was a winter in Liverpool. After watching the team's match, I bought a bottle of wine on the way home. However, I ended up drinking it all before reaching home. I collapsed on the roadside, intoxicated and drowsy, and that's when I had a dream..."

"It was an incredibly vivid dream. I hadn't had such a dream in a long time. Most of the time, my dreams are muddled and dark, filled with too much noise that turns my mind to mush."

"But that day, a person appeared in that lucid dream. He called himself the 'Dream Maker' and claimed to be a follower of the 'Dream God.'"

"I've witnessed so many peculiar things that I wasn't surprised. He said he wanted to invite me to the Dream Kingdom to awaken the slumbering Dream God..."

"He mentioned that I was somewhat famous in the field of mysticism, you know, the kind of empty praise. I asked him what reward he could offer, and he said the Dream God would reward me when the time comes."

"Although he sounded like a cultist or a con artist, I still agreed because I was truly eager to ask the Dream God why he had never granted me a pleasant dream since my birth..."

"So, the two of us set off. We descended through my dreams, facing numerous difficulties and obstacles, witnessing various dream worlds. Eventually, we arrived at the deepest part of the dream, which he referred to as the Dream Kingdom."

"It was an exquisitely beautiful place, beyond any description that human imagination could muster. There, I encountered the Dream God."

"The Dream God had been in a deep slumber within the Dream Kingdom until the Dream Maker awakened him. When he woke up, he told me that he could fulfill one of my wishes."

"But I hadn't come to make a wish. I asked him why he had never granted me a pleasant dream, the kind that every ordinary person experiences..."

"Faced with this question, the Dream God fell silent. He asked me to choose a different wish. I said I wanted to be intimate with him."

"Cough...," Gordon choked, holding onto the wall as he coughed violently. He never expected this fantastical and bizarre story to end this way. He looked at Constantine and asked, "Didn't the Dream God kill you?"

Constantine ignored him, instead gazing upwards, his eyes fixed on the overhead lightbulb. He remarked, "If he can't grant me a sweet dream, then an erotic dream will suffice."

Batman remained silent as well, unable to evaluate this kind of person. Although Bruce appeared as a playboy, charming all the beauties in Gotham, it was evident that he still had certain standards for his partners. At the very least.

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