Chapter 305

When Shiler took the umbrella back, Batman and Gordon stood on his sides, looking down at the fallen Constantine. Gordon hesitated for a moment, turned his head to look at Shiler on his left, and said: "Do you two have a grudge?"

"No, but..." Shiler paused slightly, then continued: "Wherever you see this person, no matter what he is doing at the time, you only need to do two things."

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

"Uh, why is that?"

"While venting your anger, you can also ensure that you won't become his friend."

Gordon still wanted to pursue the question, but at this time, Constantine, who was lying on the ground, suddenly began to disappear.

Gordon turned his head back. He widened his eyes and looked at the ground. Constantine gradually turned into that black ash starting from his feet. Almost in an instant, a living person turned into a pile of human-shaped ash spread on the ground.

Gordon just wanted to speak, when this pile of ash suddenly flew up, turned into a small tornado, and was then sucked into the black book located at his hand. Gordon walked over, bent down, and just wanted to reach out to touch the book, when Shiler said: "Don't touch it."

"Detective Gordon, when facing any occult things, don't touch them easily because you don't know how many black magic traps and curses are hidden inside."

Shiler sighed slightly and said: "Not surprising, because this guy is a complete liar and a rotten person. Save the world? That has absolutely nothing to do with him."

Batman just wanted to say something, when he saw Shiler's movements stiffen, and then Shiler straightened up, his eyes somewhat unfocused. After about two seconds, he suddenly showed a smile.

How to describe this smile, simply put, Batman silently took half a step back, and Gordon took a step back.

Shiler tapped his palm with the umbrella and said: "... The happiest thing in this world is that a small trap you inadvertently set before is triggered by a prey that throws itself into the net..."

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

Shiler, however, turned and walked toward the door, saying as he walked: "Follow me, go to my manor, I'll treat you to a drink."

"Wait, then what about this thing?" Gordon pointed to the demon trapped on the wall and asked.

Shiler, who had already walked out of the door, took two steps back, turned his head to look at the demon fixed on the wall. The demon saw his gaze and desperately hid backward. Gordon took a step and said as he walked: "It seems it can't make much of a splash in Cat Getan either. Let's go."

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

Batman drove the children to his stronghold first, and then returned to pick up Shiler and Gordon. The three headed to Shiler's manor. After entering the manor, Batman narrowed his eyes and said: "It seems someone has broken in here."

"But I just saw the door lock wasn't broken, right?" Gordon turned around, looked around, and said: "There are no traces of the windows being broken either."

"Detective Gordon, just now, you saw a demon with your own eyes, and also saw a living person turn into flying ash. Why do you think this intruder would walk through the door and windows?"

Gordon patted his forehead and said: "Sorry, my thinking still hasn't turned around. After all, at the most common home invasion scenes in Cat Getan, the doors and windows would be smashed to pieces."

Shiler's destination was very clear. He took the two directly to the second floor, then turned left and walked to the reception room at the very end.

As soon as the door was opened, Gordon saw a familiar figure lying on the ground. After they walked in, Gordon said: "Isn't this that Constantine from before? Why is he here? And... what is that?"

I saw that beside the lying Constantine, a bottle of wine had been overturned. At this time, the room was filled with a rich wine aroma. This fragrance was somewhat charming.

Gordon sniffed hard, and colorful hazy halos began to appear in his field of vision. Gordon uncontrollably took a few steps back and then rubbed his eyes.

But that hazy mist didn't dissipate, but became thicker and thicker. After a brief darkness, Gordon opened his eyes again. The first thing he saw was the slowly rotating globe on the table, and then he turned his head and saw Shiler holding an umbrella with one hand, pointing the tip of the umbrella at the neck of a blond man.

Constantine, who was originally lying on the ground, stood in the center of the room at some point. He was pointed at by the tip of Shiler's umbrella, took two steps back, and raised his hands.

"I think you must be very confused now, why you just touched that wine bottle and came into a dream..."

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"So, why?" Constantine looked into Shiler's eyes. His expression was rarely somewhat serious. This kind of expression usually only appeared when he had played too far.

"Before this, shouldn't you tell me first what those tricks you played are all about?"

Constantine lowered his eyelids. His rarely serious expression made him look somewhat melancholy and decadent and handsome.

Constantine lowered his head slightly, then looked at Shiler from above his eyes, and said: "I have long heard of the Professor's great name, but I didn't expect you to be more powerful than I thought."

The two were about the same height and build, and both were wearing long trench coats and ties. Looking from above the room, when the two confronted each other, two completely different yet somewhat similar auras were separated by the umbrella, clashing fiercely.

Shiler's hand holding the umbrella stretched forward, and the tip of the umbrella touched Constantine's Adam's apple directly. Constantine raised his head with his hands raised and said: "Don't be like this. I admit, I fell for it this time, so I will tell you everything..."

Shiler paused in this posture for a moment, then "bang" opened the umbrella. The black umbrella surface blocked Constantine. When Shiler took the umbrella back, Constantine saw that Shiler's head had turned into a slowly rotating globe.

Shiler snapped his fingers, the scene of the room faded rapidly, the floor changed from wooden boards to tiles, the walls were covered by a pale white, and with a "clatter", an iron chair fell into the center of the room.

Constantine, wearing a mental patient's restraint suit, sat on the chair, his legs, waist, and neck were all fixed, and above his head was a dazzling white light bulb.

Constantine leaned his neck against the back of the chair, looked up, and said: "Can I have a cigarette?"

Shiler sat behind a desk. He held a medical record in one hand and a pen in the other. The hand holding the pen snapped his fingers again. Constantine felt a cigarette appear in his mouth. He took a hard puff, and the smoke permeated between his mouth and nose.

He struggled a bit, felt the restraint of the restraint suit on his body, sighed somewhat enjoyably, and said: "It seems that we two not only have common topics in music, but maybe in other aspects too..."

Gordon was stunned for a moment. He showed a somewhat disgusting expression, but Shiler was completely unmoved. He said: "Tell me, what exactly is going on?"

Constantine moved again, made a "poof" air sound from his mouth, blew the cigarette ash, and then chose a comfortable posture, leaned on the chair, and said: "That has to start from a romantic and deep dream..."

"That was a winter in Liverpool. I finished watching the team's game and bought a bottle of wine on the way home, but I didn't wait until I got home to finish it. I fell on the side of the road, drunk and dizzy, and then I had a dream..."

"That was a very clear dream. I haven't had such a dream for a long time. Most of the time, my dreams are always chaotic and dark, with too much noisy noise, making my brain turn into a paste."

"But that day, a person appeared in that clear dream. He called himself the 'Dreamer' and said he was a believer of the 'Dream God'."

"I have seen too many strange things, so I didn't feel surprised. He said he wanted to invite me to go to the Dream Kingdom together to wake up the sleeping Dream God..."

"He said I was already somewhat famous in the occult circle. You know, it's that kind of unnutritious flattery. I asked him what reward he could give me, and he said the Dream God would reward me when the time comes."

"Although he sounded completely like a cultist and a liar, I still promised him because I really wanted to ask the Dream God why he had never given me a good dream since I was born..."

"So, we two set off, all the way down from my dream. We experienced many difficulties and obstacles, saw all kinds of dream worlds, and finally, we came to the very bottom of the dream, which is the Dream Kingdom he talked about."

"That is a very beautiful place, with magnificence that humans cannot describe even if they exhaust all their imagination. I saw the Dream God there."

"He has been sleeping in the Dream Kingdom, and that Dreamer woke him up. When he woke up, he told me that he could satisfy one of my wishes."

"But I didn't come to make a wish. I asked him why he never wanted to give me a beautiful dream, the kind of good night's sleep that all ordinary people would have..."

"Facing this question, the Dream God was silent. He wanted me to change a wish. I said, I want to sleep with him."

"Cough cough..." Gordon was directly choked. He held the wall with one hand and coughed desperately. He never expected that such a dreamy and bizarre story would have this ending. He looked at Constantine and said: "Didn't that Dream God beat you to death?"

Constantine ignored him, but looked up at the light bulb above his head and said: "If he can't let me have a beautiful dream, then having a spring dream is fine too."

Batman was also silent. He couldn't evaluate this kind of person. Although Bruce was also a playboy on the surface, there was no beauty in all of Cat Getan he hadn't flirted with, but obviously, he still had some requirements for his objects. At the very least, they had to be human.

But obviously, this Constantine not only didn't care about the object, but even didn't care about whether it was human or ghost.

"Then, the Dream God agreed."

"Cough cough..." Gordon coughed violently again.

"We kissed in the temple of the Dream Kingdom. He whispered in my ear, saying his name was 'Morpheus'."

"The image of the Dream God in people's eyes will change with their imagination. He turned into a beautiful thing I had never seen before..."

"Just like this, we beeped in the temple, he beeped, I said beep to him, and then we two beeped like this, his beep's beep, I beep..."

Gordon widened his eyes and looked at Shiler and said: "Why is there still muting??"

Shiler glanced at Batman, then turned his head and said: "Didn't you see that there are children here?"

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