Chapter 4515

Victor lowered his head, quietly staring at the notes. Constantine continued to speak: "How does a story become reality?"

Victor looked up at him, and Constantine said to himself: "It's like how to make a person believe that the lie you fabricated is true."

"I haven't thought about these," Victor said, "I try my best to be honest with everyone. If I really have to lie, I only hide some key information."

"I can't understand." Victor shook his head gently and continued, "Maybe it's because I've almost never had to lie for a living, so it's hard for me to understand those professional liars. I don't know how they do it, and it's hard to imagine."

"Actually, it's very simple," Constantine said. "The best way to make a person believe a lie is true is through the power of many voices. Let everyone around him tell him that this is true. Then he will easily fall into self-doubt. The herd mentality is very terrifying."

"But if it's just simple repetition, I'm afraid it won't achieve the effect, and it might even cause vigilance. Then, you can also let him verify the lie from various angles himself. People around him are saying it, and the media is also saying it. Ordinary people are saying it, and professionals are also saying it. Rumors are easily believed."

"So that's how it is." Victor said.

"Therefore, the necessary condition for turning a story into reality is that everyone expounds on this matter from different angles. The more mysterious the story, the more people are needed to create it."

Victor looked at the communication address book next to him again and said, "I understand. To reverse the current situation, we need to create stories and then use the power of the Gray Lantern to turn the stories into reality. The more and larger the parts modified, the more people are needed to fabricate stories and interpret the same event from different angles. So we need to contact people who might get a ring."

"Exactly." Constantine picked up the communication address book and then said, "Most of the people on this are the real deal. It's just that because these are records from more than ten years ago, many people may have changed addresses and cannot be contacted. Even if they can be contacted, they may not necessarily get a ring. We can only choose those who can still be contacted to carry out joint creation."

"Were you a magician in the past?" Victor asked. He didn't have much contact with Constantine, and the two weren't familiar.

Constantine nodded. Victor said: "People who study mysticism should all be in the same circle, right? Why don't you look for them in the magician's circle?"

"No," Constantine denied. "They are completely different groups of people. Observers are not magicians, and they cannot be. They are completely unable to use the power of the stars, and even observation is very difficult, with the risk of going crazy at any time. They keep their secrets tight, and except for communicating with their own kind, they won't mention it at any time."

"Then why do they..."

"This is not something they can decide. Some people are born with a connection to the stars. You can understand this as a kind of curse, a curse that cannot be shaken off." Constantine paused and then said, "Shiler paid off all my debts for me; I am no longer a magician. But I was soon found by Nyarlathotep. Without him, there would be other mysterious existences. This is my curse. I am destined to be unable to shake off these things."

Victor's mood became a bit heavy. His hand pressed hard against the corner of the table, and then he said: "Are humans just toys that they can manipulate at will in their eyes?"

"Most of them are." Constantine answered. "However, sometimes, their connection with humans is not what they want either. They didn't think about persecuting humans; it's just that the level of life is different. A tiny tide of the sun could destroy all life on the planet."

"If you walk the night path too much, you will eventually meet a ghost. If you have too many connections with humans, you will definitely meet Shiler." Victor said coldly. "Shiler is their retribution."

"I don't deny this point," Constantine said. "At least Nyarlathotep has been taught a lesson."

"Let Brainiac contact them." Victor said. "He should be able to help us find most of them."

"If it were that easy, we wouldn't have to come here," Constantine said. "If they don't go through the channels of the Pen Pal Society, they won't admit it. Even if Brainiac is an artificial intelligence, no one can ensure that he won't be contaminated, and the consequences of his contamination would be catastrophic. They won't reveal anything to him, and Brainiac cannot force them."

"Alright," Victor thought for a moment and said, "we'll write them a letter and send it to the address they left. Those who have a ring should reply. Besides them, who else would there be?"

"I only know you, because Brainiac consulted me about printing and publishing issues. I knew you were writing a book. Shiler will definitely give you one."

"Wait a minute, Brainiac consulted you about printing and publishing issues?"

"Yes. Aren't you going to publish some detective collection?"

"I mean why did he consult you? Doesn't he understand copyright law?"

"He understands copyright law, but he doesn't understand Shiler. He asked me how the parts about Shiler in my book were handled."

"So how did you handle it?"

"As long as you don't name names," Constantine thought for a moment and said, "I mean, don't use his full name, and don't point to his real-life identity, that's fine."

Victor understood: "I roughly know what to do. Alright, let's talk about business. How to write?"

"You figure it out yourself," Constantine said. "Once we contact the owner of the ring, we can create in the way we are good at. Each person submits a brief outline to ensure no repetition."

"I mean what are we going to write?"

"Everything," Constantine said. "Not just about Shiler, but also the predicament Earth is currently facing."

"You mean the eternal night?"

Constantine nodded: "No one was prepared when the mastermind extinguished the sun, so he succeeded. But as long as we can write a story about the resisters struggling to fight back, it is possible to change reality and reverse history."

"I understand." Victor nodded. "It seems we have a lot of room to play. Because in this kind of thing, there cannot be only one group of resisters. All over the world, all kinds of organizations, may discover anomalies and organize resistance. So even if we all write our own stories, it doesn't matter."

"Exactly so." Constantine said.

"I already have some ideas," Victor stood up and then said, "the light in this place is really too dim, which is not conducive to my creation. Maybe I should go home..."

"It's best not to." Constantine also stood up and shook his head, saying, "Rodriguez once left some things here that can prevent the peeking of mysterious existences. If you leave here, what you write might be seen by them and they might take precautions. I have already contacted Zatanna, and she will come over later to improve the lighting conditions here and help us send the letters."

"Alright, it seems I won't be able to leave for a while." Victor didn't continue to insist. Because he also couldn't be sure if dense ice could completely isolate the peeking of the mastermind. He had always been respectful and kept his distance from such mysterious existences, so he didn't know enough. In this regard, it was best to listen to the professionals.

When Zatanna walked out of the darkness, Victor's letter had already been written. Zatanna didn't pay attention to the two of them, but looked at this room and said: "I didn't expect Gotham to have such a place. It's really hidden dragons and crouching tigers, with talents coming out in large numbers."

Constantine handed the letter to her. Victor also quickly signed it. However, when writing the code name, he was a bit troubled. He looked at Constantine and asked: "What is your code name?"

"Constantine."

"You're using your real name?"

"No, this is my code name. My code name is that 'Constantine' of the magic world."

Victor was stunned for a moment before he reacted. Constantine was very famous in the magic world. Although ordinary people didn't have much contact with the magic world, it didn't mean they hadn't heard of him. People would only think he was using that Constantine of the magic world as a code name, and maybe even the devil would think so, and wouldn't think he was Constantine himself. After all, that rotten guy Constantine didn't look like someone who would write books.

Victor definitely couldn't use this trick, and couldn't even use the code name Mr. Freeze, otherwise it would be too easy to associate it with him. He thought for a moment, and then wrote "Dr. Watson" in the signature area.

Zatanna took it and looked at it, raised her eyebrows and said: "I didn't expect you to be a fan of Sherlock Holmes."

"He is a fan of Rodriguez." Constantine said.

Zatanna sent over some magic candles, which could provide brighter light than ordinary candles and wouldn't go out. After the candles were set up, the entire study lit up. Constantine took his notebook and walked outside, then said: "I'm going to check some information."

Victor didn't need to check any information; after all, what he was writing was something similar to a character biography, recording the process of "Great Detective Rodriguez" solving cases. Even the detective part was relatively small, and most of it was describing Shiler—he was too familiar with Shiler and didn't need to check information at all.

Although the sun going out was important, Victor didn't intend to write about this first. He wanted to finish the main part of "Blackest Night," and then write a prequel to "Blackest Night" like many novelists, to introduce how the sun suddenly went out.

And in the main part, it started with the Chick suicide case, leading to the anomaly of Pelota. Immediately after, the night descended, and Rodriguez traveled through countless murders. And at this moment, it was the climax of the story—the "Moriarty" who had been hidden behind the scenes for a long time revealed his true face, and it was the detective's old rival from many years ago, Hugo Strange.

This despicable and cunning criminal used the little girl Novi who died in Wayne Manor many years ago to set a trap, luring Detective Mr. to duel with him. Although he knew it was a trap, in order to save people, Rodriguez still went without hesitation.

The showdown part needed to be written excitingly, and it needed to be logical and able to mobilize the reader's emotions. Victor thought for a moment and felt that he couldn't follow the reality's flow.

Because first of all, Victor didn't know what Shiler had done in the spiritual realm, and he himself didn't know psychoanalysis, so the things he fabricated might not be logical, and the difficulty of realization would be relatively large.

Secondly, this kind of game between masters of psychology, although it sounded professional, readers weren't here to read professional books. Novels emphasize drama. Two people reciting professional terms there wouldn't be read by anyone. Scenes, dialogue, and emotional changes all needed special design to let readers substitute themselves into it.

Thinking of this, Victor picked up his pen and wrote: