Chapter 307

"I reported the case, the key manager who led the way was controlled by me, the traps in the room were set by me, the ghosts in the corridor were placed there by me, and even Lorena being able to summon a demon to possess her was allowed by me. The purpose was to kill you in the boarding school..."

Shiler, while burying his head in writing on the medical record, evaluated without raising his head: "Full of loopholes."

"Starting from the part where you sacrificed Cooper to the demon, the errors in this plan were a bit too many. When I went to investigate the scene of Cooper's death, the first thing I saw was that magic circle. At this time, any normal person would connect this matter with some occult factors."

"You wrote the answer to the riddle on the riddle itself. Did you expect others to have no precautions?"

"The traps in the boarding school were even more messily arranged. The words and deeds of that key manager were too impatient and the purpose was too strong. And the traps of the drawers and keys in that room... you deliberately put a lock on the drawer, and then put a key in a conspicuous place."

"If I'm not mistaken, there is no curse on that key, but the moment the drawer is opened, the sheep skull inside will release a fatal curse."

"You are indeed not an ordinary person." Constantine looked into Shiler's eyes and said: "You didn't open the drawer, but you knew what was inside."

Shiler ignored him and continued: "Do you think this is playing a computer game? A lock must be matched with a key, and as long as you have the key, you can open the lock, find clues, and push to the next level. Constantine, I have seen too many of these routines..."

"Afterward, you attracted us to the basement, and your set of rhetoric is even less convincing. Any righteous hero who sees injustice and acts will not be like you..."

Shiler sized up Constantine with his eyes. Constantine understood what he meant. He turned his head to one side and said: "Alright, I look like a drug addict who is over-indulgent and high on drugs. Those overly righteous lines don't match my appearance, but it doesn't really matter. Even if I can't kill you, dragging out time is fine."

"Proceeding to this step, my plan was still smooth because you were indeed dragged down by me, but what puzzles me the most is..."

"What puzzles you the most is why you fell for it?"

Shiler stood the pen 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 slightly stunned. Gordon said without thinking: "Why isn't Crazy Wine wine?"

Shiler held up the pen in his hand and said: "You know what? This is a carrot."

"What do you mean?"

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

"Your behavior is like a silly rabbit, hearing that I have 'a carrot' here, so you came looking for it. But this is not a carrot, just a pen called 'a carrot'. So you took a bite, didn't eat the carrot, and even broke your front teeth."

"I named this mysterious liquid that can pull people into dreams 'Crazy Wine', so you really treated it as a kind of wine, thinking that it would stay honestly in the wine bottle until you pulled out the stopper and poured it into your mouth to take effect."

"Let me give you another example." Shiler threw the pen onto the table and said: "Now, I name this mysterious liquid 'hexafluoroantimonic acid'. Would you still rush directly in front of it and grab that bottle without thinking and without wearing gloves?"

Gordon shook his head and said: "Although I don't know what that long string of chemical terms of yours is, hearing this name, I know this must be a dangerous thing. 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 take effect like ordinary wine only after being drunk. This liquid can not only be absorbed through the gastric mucosa but also through the respiratory tract and skin contact."

"And, what I put in the bottle on the bookshelf is a concentrate, which must be mixed with ordinary wine to be consumed. Just touching a little bit will immediately pull you into a dream."

"Let me guess, this smart Mr. Constantine thought it was real wine, so not only did he go to get that bottle without wearing gloves, but he might have also touched the stopper stained with wine, and immediately fell into a dream..."

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Constantine turned his head to one side, but Shiler continued: "This is like you setting up a series of earth-shattering great plans, but finally losing because you couldn't find a parking space."

"I admit, I underestimated your cunning and perversion. So what do you want?"

"Don't you want to see Morpheus, the Dream God? I can help you. I have a shortcut I dug out before, which can save you a lot of effort, but you must promise me one condition..."

"Go ahead, can it be worse than it is now?"

"Since you killed Lawrence and started the Twelve Apostles serial murder case, you have to be responsible for finding the killer who killed Hawk and Richie."

Shiler looked at Batman and said: "Let him make up for his crimes, and then judge these killers together. You shouldn't have any objections, right?"

"I can investigate these two cases myself."

"Is that so? It seems the homework is not enough..."

Batman shut his mouth. Shiler looked at Gordon again. Gordon waved his hand to indicate: "As long as the murderer can be judged, that's fine. If it weren't for your help this time, we wouldn't be able to catch this guy who knows magic. Do whatever you say. After all, you are experienced..."

"I say, shouldn't you ask for my opinion?" Constantine shook his head and said: "I am a rock singer, and secondly, a demon hunter. I don't know how to investigate cases at all."

"I heard that your name in the circle is 'Hell Detective'. Coincidentally, we have a 'Cat Getan Detective' here, and a 'Chicago Detective'. The three of you detectives combined should be able to investigate any case, right?"

"The focus of Hell Detective is on hell... Alright, if that's your requirement, then I'll try my best."

One day later, Batman looked at Constantine, who was lying in the corner with psychedelic eyes and a dull expression. He looked at the drug addicts in this drug den who had similar expressions to him. He suddenly understood the method Shiler told him, which was that no matter where you see this person, beating him up is always right.

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

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

Batman grabbed his collar and gave him a punch. Constantine sobered up a bit. He shook his head and said: "Thanks, more powerful than smoke."

Batman let go and threw him to the ground. Constantine's shoulder hit the wall, but he didn't care at all. He fumbled on his body, took out a crumpled cigarette box, took out a cigarette from it, and then asked Batman: "Do you have a light?"

"When do you plan to investigate the case?"

"Can't you just go? Anyway, he won't stare at me all the time. You also said you can investigate clearly yourself, so you go investigate. I'll stay here for a while. Isn't this a perfect cooperation?"

"If I could not cooperate with you, you wouldn't see me here."

"Hehe..." Constantine laughed lowly twice. His cigarette wasn't lit, but it was still held in his mouth. He lay down against the corner of the wall, looked at Batman, and said: "Is that homework assigned to you by that good Professor? Little boy..."

"I can see that you are a very simple boy, just starting out, not long after leaving your parents, your heart and mind are full of your hero dreams, wanting to fight crime and uphold justice..."

"But it won't be long before you realize that there are many more interesting things in this world than that..." Constantine's voice always had a hoarseness. He loosened his tie, looking disheveled.

The psychedelic and euphoric feeling of the drugs hadn't passed yet, which made Constantine look a bit crazy. He pulled his collar and looked at Batman, saying: "You have to learn to relax a little, and you will be like me, seeing the little bit of beauty remaining in this damn world..."

"My child, why so serious?"

The muscles in Batman's arm tightened instantly. Constantine saw this detail. 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, Constantine, with a bruised and swollen face, followed behind Batman. He complained: "Which sentence of mine was wrong? Even if you are not interested in me, we can go find some fun together. You know, I am a very open person..."

Another ten minutes later, Gordon looked at Constantine, who was even more bruised and swollen, and said: "You didn't really listen to Shiler, did you? Batman, if I may say, even if he is a criminal, you can't... This is a bit too much, right?"

"Thanks for speaking for me, Officer. Do you have a light?"

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 sniffed his nose and said: "... God, what did you add to the cigarette? Damn! Put it down quickly! You are actually smoking leaves in front of the police??? Put it down quickly!!!"

Another ten minutes later, Gordon stood with his hands on his hips, looking at Constantine, who was lying in the corner like a pile of mud. He touched his forehead and said: "I swear I really didn't want to hit him, but he was too much..."

Gordon pinched that pack of cigarettes, pulled one out, peeled off the outer skin, and said: "Others add a little material to the tobacco, he adds a little tobacco to the material. You son of a bitch drug addict, aren't you afraid of smoking yourself to death?"

Constantine, who was high again, smiled and said: "You say, if a demon eats the soul of an addict like me, will he also cry and scratch his own face like those stray dogs on the street?"

Gordon looked at Batman and said: "He is hopeless. Even in Cat Getan, I have rarely seen such a rotten person."

After speaking, he nodded again and said: "Shiler's words make sense. No matter where you see him, beating him up is always right."

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