Chapter 4513

"The power of death has returned!" The Super-Body gasped. "How is this possible?!"

"Damn it, let me in!" Victor said. "Go find Jack quickly. We must hurry in to rescue Shiler!"

"According to my judgment, Shiler should be doing this on purpose," Brainiac said. "I don't believe he has no trump cards. Perhaps he is actively looking for the mastermind."

"Shut up!!!!" Victor froze the entire room with a 'bang' of his gun.

The Super-Body hurriedly stopped him: "Don't do this. We'll go find someone to take us into the spiritual realm right now. It must still be in time."

Victor then unfroze the room, and the group hurried outside, wanting to find Jack. But just as they ran out the door, they saw Jack walking toward them.

"Jack!" Victor shouted. "How is Shiler doing?!"

"Who knows what kind of nonsense he's up to," Jack said. "He could have left, but suddenly he stopped. I guess that skull must have pissed him off."

Victor stopped in his tracks urgently. Brainiac said with some helplessness: "I told you long ago, Professor Fries, just how thick is your filter for Shiler?"

"Uh..." Victor was a bit embarrassed, and he explained, "This is different. Those enemies in the past weren't that powerful. But this one can actually bring people back from the dead. It's normal for me to worry about Shiler."

"I applaud your friendship," Jack said, "but that's not important. I have something to give you. Follow me."

The few of them followed Jack outside. Jack's truck was parked at the entrance. He opened the door to the truck bed, and the few of them saw a corpse inside.

"Isn't this the person you hit and killed that day?" Brainiac said.

"He wasn't hit and killed by me." Jack shook his head. "When I hit him, he was already dead. He was just a corpse that could move. He seemed to want to frame me in this way, to get you to lock me in jail."

"Then he clearly doesn't understand the human traffic accident liability scheme." Brainiac said. "He deliberately broke into the truck's blind spot and still didn't dodge after you gave a warning; this belongs to the act of deliberately creating a traffic accident for extortion. You won't be sentenced, and you don't even need to provide humanitarian compensation."

"Yes, I know. You are much fairer than those judges who took black money in the past. Those of us in this line of work all have to talk about a bit of loyalty..."

Brainiac listened to this familiar tone and said, "You wouldn't happen to want to repay me too, would you?"

Jack nodded vigorously, pointed at the corpse, and then said, "I can control it."

"What?!!!" Before Brainiac could say anything, Jonathan squeezed over. He first sized up Jack, then looked at the corpse. "How is this possible??? I tried every method and couldn't get it to move..."

"What have you two been researching?!" It was Victor's turn to be surprised.

Suddenly, the corpse moved, which gave everyone a fright, including Brainiac. This was a bit beyond Brainiac's expectations, because they could all see that this wasn't the living corpse moving on its own.

The corpse stood up crookedly, struggled to move its facial expressions, and revealed a clown-like smile toward them. The crowd retreated a few more steps in unison.

"How did you do it?!" Jonathan asked.

"I fed him some of my blood." Jack said concisely. "The Joker virus and the power of death conflicted. I infiltrated through the Dream Realm and successfully took control of his spiritual realm."

The crowd looked at each other, and no one understood what the principle was. Jack didn't intend to explain either. Brainiac asked, "Can this be mass-produced?"

"No." Jack shook his head and said, "But this proves that the principle is feasible."

"What principle?"

"Using the Joker virus to counter the power of death." Jack thought for a moment, then explained slightly, saying, "The Joker is immortal. And if a person doesn't die, the power of death has no way to resurrect him, and thus no way to turn him into a living corpse..."

"Wait a minute," Victor said, "do you mean that in order to keep people from turning into living corpses, we should turn them into Jokers first?"

Jack nodded and said, "This is the fastest way. As long as no one can die, that guy who controls death will definitely kick us away and never come back again."

"He's gone, but what about the remaining Jokers?" Victor asked, crossing his arms.

"It doesn't matter, aren't there so many Batmen in the multiverse?" Jack shook his head. "Leave it to them."

"Hurry back to deliver your goods!" Victor pushed him away, then looked at the silent Brainiac. "... You aren't really considering it, are you?!"

"Turning into Jokers definitely won't work," Brainiac said. "Earth doesn't have that many nature reserves to set aside. But the fact that the Joker virus can target the power of death is indeed a big discovery."

"Jack," Brainiac shouted, "have Professor Crane draw a tube of blood. Professor Fries, you are responsible for sending him to Crane's chemistry laboratory, and then use dense ice to seal it off."

Victor's eyes widened: "You're letting Jonathan Crane research Joker blood?! Fear gas plus Joker virus, who exactly is the mastermind???"

"I suggest you listen to my arrangements. Otherwise, I will tell Mrs. Fries about Shiler's current situation..."

"My god, don't, don't, don't. If she finds out I didn't stop Shiler, she'll definitely be so angry she'll want to kill me." Victor immediately cowered and said, "Before Shiler returns safely, absolutely don't tell her!"

Thus, Victor had no choice but to hold his nose and drive Jonathan Crane back to his laboratory. Jack followed behind in his car. After arriving, Jonathan drew a tube of blood from Jack, and Jack left.

Victor was simply extremely disgusted and refused to get anywhere near Jonathan's laboratory. After Jonathan went inside, he fired a shot from afar, sealing the entire laboratory. Out of safety considerations, he also checked it thoroughly, repeatedly confirming whether it was sealed.

In his view, for the next period of time, every molecule floating out of this laboratory could potentially lead to the destruction of the Earth. Compared to this thing, Victor would rather live in harmony with living corpses.

But the more this was the case, the less he dared to leave. Because he also didn't dare to be sure if there were any other mysterious forces that could break through the defense of the dense ice. A mysterious existence goes in, a straw clown comes out; this Earth really couldn't be saved.

Victor could only endure the revulsion, guarding the entrance, while angrily cursing Brainiac for having a broken brain, and keeping an eye on the movement around him.

Suddenly, he saw a ball of mist flying toward him. Victor immediately stood up in surprise and shouted, "Shiler!"

But he didn't expect that when the mist dissipated, what appeared wasn't Shiler, but a gray ring.

The ring stopped in front of Victor. Victor was stunned; was there something wrong with this scene? Where did this ring come from?

Suddenly, he heard a voice ring out in his heart:

"Soup of gray, mist of vast,

Where does truth go, where do dreams pass?

Pillars of thought, halls of the mind,

A thousand stars shine, ten thousand flowers find!"

"Intelligent life locked, Victor Fries from Earth, you possess the dream-weaving power to write stories. Welcome to join—the Gray Lantern Corps!"

"Cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough!!!" Victor almost choked to death: "What the hell?!"

Wait. Victor seemed to remember something. He remembered that a long time ago, at least more than a decade ago, he seemed to have heard this passage. That time seemed to be when they were fighting a monster together in the spiritual world, and almost everyone had summoned the power of the Lantern Corps.

What he had summoned back then was the Violet Lantern Corps, representing love. Victor didn't think there was anything strange about it; he loved his wife so much, of course he could use the power of the Violet Lantern. But what was going on today?

Although he had already thought that it was Shiler playing tricks, what was this dream-weaving power to write stories? Did he have this ability?

Suddenly, Victor was stunned. He slapped his forehead hard. No wonder Shiler was willing to play the detective and assistant role-playing game with him, and didn't oppose his real plan to publish a detective collection. It turned out he was waiting for him here!

The so-called dream-weaving power to write stories, wasn't it just writing novels? Although this also belonged to a character biography, the proportion of the biography recording real events was really too small, and most of it was fabricated, which was no different from a novel.

Victor originally wanted to reach out and touch the ring, but as soon as he touched it, the ring went directly onto his hand. Victor covered his eyes helplessly; why was there still forced buying and selling?

Suddenly, Victor felt his freeze gun on his waist vibrate. He picked it up and was stunned.

His freeze gun could hold a total of 21 bullets. After fighting back and forth these past few days, only 10 were left. When he looked just now, there were still 10 bullets, but now it had suddenly become 11.

Victor really almost screamed out loud. First of all, he hadn't reloaded, so the bullets couldn't have increased. If someone had reloaded for him, that meant the other party also mastered the material of dense ice. How could this be possible?!

Considering that this anomaly only appeared after putting on the ring, Victor stared at the ring left and right, but couldn't see anything special. Just at this moment, another figure emerged from the mist.

Victor originally thought this time it was Shiler, but when the mist dissipated, what appeared was actually Constantine, and he was even dressed in a fancy way.

Victor sized up Constantine from top to bottom, always feeling that something was strange. This guy was usually unkempt, and even after being fished back by Shiler, he looked slightly healthier, but he wasn't much better, and his whole body still carried that decadent temperament.

But this time, he was actually wearing a formal suit from the 1920s or 1930s, with lace sewn on the cuffs, wearing a top hat that Victor had only seen in movies, wearing leather shoes, holding a black leather notebook in one hand and a fountain pen in the other.

"What the hell are you doing?!" Victor asked.

"Where is your book?" Constantine also asked.

"Book? What book?" Victor didn't react for a moment.

"The book you wrote." Constantine said. "If you didn't write a book, where did the ring come from?"

Victor slapped his forehead again. He hurriedly took out the things he had written. He had already stapled them together in the office earlier. He flipped through them casually when he took them out, but found that a section was glowing—"I could see that Rodriguez had something on his mind. I understood that he wasn't as cold as he appeared..."

Wasn't this the 'friendly' exchange scene he had fabricated after freezing Shiler earlier? Victor looked at that text, somewhat puzzled. What was wrong with this section?

Suddenly, he felt a chill down his spine—his freeze gun had one more bullet!

This meant that at that time, he hadn't frozen Shiler, but had really served him a cup of hot tea, and then unfolded a friendly exchange just like in the book. That was why there was one extra bullet in the gun!

Victor looked at the ring on his hand in shock. What was this? A novel invading the real world???