Chapter 4605

Shiler turned to look at Constantine and said, "I'm afraid we have no way to enter the Dream Realm by conventional means. For now, the only way is to find Morpheus to figure out what happened to the Dream Realm."

"But where can we find Morpheus?" Constantine asked.

"The key lies in you," Shiler said. "I don't think Morpheus would find you when you were young for no reason. He must have said something to you."

Constantine thought carefully and said, "If he wanted to tell me something, why did I forget everything after waking up?"

"Dreams happen in a person's subconscious. And those dreams you think you've forgotten are actually just hidden in the subconscious. Perhaps we still have to go there to find out."

Constantine looked a bit hesitant. Shiler asked him directly, "Don't you want to remember?"

"I just... worry about whether I will have to pay any price if I know." Constantine said. "Some things can be treated as non-existent if you don't know. But once you know, there is a responsibility that must be borne."

"Do you think you can't be responsible?"

"I don't want to cause trouble for myself." Constantine said.

"If the memory back then really had any impact on you, I can help you erase it again. I can do it."

"Yes, you have such a tower, your control over your own spirit is superb, I don't doubt this." Constantine only hesitated for the last time, then nodded and said, "Fine, let's start."

The agent is not good at hypnosis, and other traits don't have time. However, Constantine is very talented in this regard, Shiler only needs to guide him slightly, and he can sort out his subconscious himself.

Still the same sentence, if the patient doesn't cooperate, hypnosis is almost impossible to succeed. Conversely, if the patient cooperates consciously and has a certain talent, they can even hypnotize themselves. Constantine is clearly one of the best.

He lay on the recliner in the middle of the living room, roaming in his subconscious. After confirming that he wouldn't get lost, Shiler went to prepare some food, which was simple sandwiches. When he brought the food to the table, Constantine woke up suddenly and let out a long breath.

He stared at the ceiling for a while, then said, "He regarded me as one of the candidates to take over the position of Dream God."

Shiler took a bite of the sandwich, thought for a while and said, "It seems he really started looking for a successor a long time ago. It's not strange that you would be one of them."

Constantine sighed lightly. "I'm not sure if being the master of the Dream Realm would be better than mingling among angels and devils. But it's too late to say anything now."

"Did he say how you should contact him?"

"I... not quite sure." Constantine said. "He didn't tell me directly, just pulled me into a dream. There were a lot of... cats in that dream?"

Shiler paused, then understood: "Dream of a Thousand Cats."

Then he began to recall: which universe is Bat-Cat in?

Under normal circumstances, it should be on the Kent farm in the universe where Shiler is. However, Bat-Cat belongs to Batman, he can also enter the Battleworld, and he formed the Small Animal Alliance with Rocket Raccoon and the others, so he might not be on Earth.

Shiler thought for a while and sent a message to Star-Lord.

"Where's Rocket?"

"What's wrong with him?"

"I have something to find him for."

Soon Star-Lord's phone call came: "You have something to find Rocket for, just call him directly, why find me?"

"Aren't you always together?" Shiler said. "Besides, he doesn't like to look at messages and is always in the lab and can't hear the phone ring..."

"You really think he can't hear it? The phone ring in Battleworld rings directly in the brain." Star-Lord's tone was a bit disdainful. "He just simply doesn't want to answer."

"Can you contact him?" Shiler asked.

"I'm in the Southern Cross now, running errands for the Ravagers." Star-Lord said. "Rocket might have gone back to Centauri. I'll call Gamora and let her find him."

Shiler waited for a while. Soon Star-Lord called back again and said: "Damn, that long-haired monster is having a blast in Grandmaster's casino! Are you sure you want to call him now?"

Shiler sighed and said: "I have a very important matter. Please let him find a quiet place to answer the phone."

Clearly, this didn't work. When Shiler contacted Rocket Raccoon, the noise in the other party's microphone was like being in the center of a nuclear explosion.

"Hey!! What are you doing!!!"

"Rocket, are you still at the gambling table?"

"What gambling table!" Rocket shouted. "It must be that stinky dog shit Peter spreading rumors about me again! I'm the casino security guard, specializing in catching cheaters! Just caught two!"

"Fine, can you contact Bat-Cat?"

"Who?!"

"Bat-Cat, that cat who calls himself Batman. Didn't you form some Small Animal Alliance?!"

"Then why don't you go ask Pikachu?!" Rocket shouted at the top of his lungs. "He acts in two hundred episodes of Tom and Jerry with that cat every day, you should go find him!"

"The problem is he's a mouse." Shiler said. "How exactly am I supposed to convince a mouse to help me find a cat?"

"He's a mouse that can only discharge electricity! That damn bastard! Fine, I guess that black-haired monster is licking its fur in the base. I'll call him for you!"

After many twists and turns, Shiler finally contacted Bat-Cat. He indeed didn't follow the main universe Batman, nor did he stay on Earth; he seemed to be in a dungeon when the accident happened, and now he is also studying what happened.

Not long after, the black cat jumped in through the window. Shiler looked him over and said: "Sure enough, after leaving the Kent farm, you've lost a lot of weight. If you stay there any longer, you can compete for the fattest Batman in the entire multiverse."

Bat-Cat licked his paws and said: "You know, Mrs. Kent's enthusiasm cannot be refused. Now tell me what's going on, the multiverse seems to be in chaos, and my connection with Maocheng has also been cut off."

Shiler immediately captured the key information: "Your connection with Maocheng Cat Getan has been cut off?"

Bat-Cat nodded and said: "As long as I fall asleep, I can vaguely feel Maocheng Cat Getan. But recently there has been nothing. I suspect the Dream Realm might have had an accident."

"Indeed, we can't get in either. Do you have any small paths?"

"Yes, you can take the Dream of a Thousand Cats. However, going in like this is likely to be very dangerous." Bat-Cat narrowed his eyes. "Are you planning to break in so rashly?"

"Of course not, we have to bring some helpers." Shiler proposed. In fact, he originally planned for him and Constantine to go in. However, if the Dream Realm had a problem, then the two of them going in would likely be sending themselves to death, and he wouldn't take such a risk.

"Who do you plan to bring?" Bat-Cat asked.

"Of course, a psychic." Shiler said. "They have enough attack power in the Dream Realm to resist danger. I want to find a Charles Xavier."

"I think so too, but you have to be prepared. The Dream Realm is a special dimension of our world, Charles's brain waves may not be able to adapt here, and may not be able to exert his powerful abilities. We also have to find a local."

Many candidates flashed through Shiler's mind. For example, Superman who breaks tricks with force, for example, Martian Manhunter who is good at this, or other Batmen. But these people have a problem, that is, they are Anatoly's men, and his prestige and credibility in the multiverse are probably not as good as Anatoly who was just dug out.

You know, Anatoly is the First Lantern that the main universe Batman and a group of Batmen have been looking for. The effort the main universe Batman spent on him has already made the Justice League members understand how powerful Volthoom is. If he is willing to unite the Justice League of the multiverse, they will definitely be more willing to work with him.

As for himself, Batman's measure for him is "if you encounter one Shiler making trouble, then go find another one." You can't say this isn't a good review, it's just a bit too good, so the Justice League probably won't be very willing to follow him.

Although directly saving Batman's spiritual body sounds more tempting, he doesn't have evidence to prove that Batman entered the Dream Realm. But the Justice League has probably seen the string of candied haws hanging on the Source Wall. So no matter from which aspect, grabbing men from Anatoly is not very wise.

If the Justice League members cannot be mobilized, then they can only settle for the next best thing. The Robins also count as a good choice, but Shiler really doesn't dare to take them. Not to mention that they don't have psychic superpowers, if any of them had an accident, Batman's state might not be good, and such a stimulation wouldn't make him go crazy?

Moreover, the East Coast of the reality world also needs someone to maintain order, and letting the Robins stay at home would be better.

"Joseph." Shiler said. "Deathstroke's son. His psychic ability is also very powerful. If Charles's strength lies in breadth, then his power lies in depth."

Shiler knew that if Charles was a group attacker, then Joseph's power lay in single-target attacks. When they first met, he also turned around to avoid his edge, which proved that looking at him was still a certain danger. This has been certified by the morbidity, it should be correct.

"I'll go find Charles." Bat-Cat said. "You go find that Mr. Wilson. Prepare the things you need, and we'll set off when everyone is here."

Shiler was even a bit moved. Bat-Cat is also not one of the cast members of the family drama, and didn't intend to let him go to adjust the contradictions between the Robin-Cats. There are still normal people in this world.

The Charles from the universe of Greed came. On the way, Bat-Cat had already told him the situation. Charles walked up and shook hands with Shiler, then said: "Long time no see, Agent. I'm sorry that such a thing happened. I didn't manage to bring the brain wave amplifier, will this have a big impact?"

"The Dream Realm might have had an accident, but it shouldn't be serious enough to need your biggest brain wave amplifier." Shiler said truthfully. "If it's really like that, we'd better not go."

"I brought a small one." Charles took out his helmet—this thing is like the classic look in comics, looking like an alien when worn on the head—and handed it to Shiler.

Shiler was a bit confused, Charles said: "This is a universal version. I heard there is another psychic who can use it. It should be more effective for a local to use it."

Shiler couldn't help but give him a thumbs up. Truly worthy of being Professor X, even considering this. If Charles doesn't perform well, then Joseph wearing the helmet can take on the position of the main attacker.

Soon Joseph also came. When he saw Charles, he stiffened very obviously, his face showing unprecedented panic, his breathing rapid, and his pupils dilated. Shiler rushed up and grabbed him.