The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

"It's getting more and more chaotic, why can't I understand it?" Konstantin rubbed his temples, stared at the picture on the screen and said, "Supreme Master Gu Yi got a book from somewhere and it looks very There is something wrong with the book, and I left it in my study on purpose for Helen to get it."

"Not long after Helen got it, some students started beating people madly, and almost hurt Harley. Well, it's a little far away, but you can understand what I mean."

"Then a strange line of text appeared on the wall of the corridor on the third floor of the school, mentioning the successor of the Chamber of Secrets and the enemies of the successor...

"What's the connection between these clues? I wonder if there just happens to be one of the world's greatest detectives in this room who can answer our questions?"

Without Constantine's witticism, everyone also looked at Bruce. Most people only saw very messy clues in the frequently switched shots, but couldn't connect them.

"The successor and the enemy of the successor." Bruce spoke first, and said in a very ordinary tone as if he didn't bother to reason at all: "This means that this series of events may be divided into two parties, or write this sentence The speaker thinks that it is divided into two parties, one is the successor, and the other is the enemy of the successor, why should it be so divided?"

"What did they inherit?" Zatanna asked. She looked at Strange who was sitting on the sofa and said, "It can't be the position of Supreme Mage?"

"Sounds logical." Pamela nodded and said, "The successor who appears in a magic academy will of course inherit the supreme position in the magic world."

"But I'm sorry, miss, I have no intention of abdicating for the time being, and I believe all students are aware of this."

"Then it's probably Asgard's throne."

"I'm afraid Thor is in the prime of his life."

"Stop playing charades, great detective." Constantine stared at Bruce and said, "Tell me something we don't know, and play your famous 'surprise the house' again."

"Jennifer Marvey." Bruce spat out a name.

Originally leaning on the corner of the sofa with half-closed eyes, Schiller, who looked a little drunk, slightly raised his eyelids and glanced at Bruce. No matter how many times, when Batman's amazing detective talent is revealed at the tip of the iceberg, it still makes people feel surprise.

"What happened to her?" Constantine asked.

"Did you see her in any of the student group shots?"

Bruce's words made both Constantine and Zatana feel a little shivering, and the rich imagination made Miss Magician shudder, and then said: "You don't want to say that she is a ghost or something?"

"She is obviously not a normal student." Bruce said: "When you realize that she is abnormal, look back at the pictures you have seen of her in your memory. Do you think there is anything more?"

"What's more..." Constantine froze in place suddenly, the panic that hadn't appeared on his face for many years distorted his facial features, he said, "There are tentacles behind her!"

Then he looked at the others as if for help and said: "What did you see Jennifer Mavey? Is she a normal little girl?"

Pamela frowned deeply, and then described her feelings objectively: "Before Bruce said that this little girl was abnormal, I didn't have any doubts about her appearance and speech, but when I began to doubt her , I just realized that from the first time I saw her, I saw tentacles on her back, but I didn't think there was anything wrong with that at all."

"If I realized, I would definitely ask!" Zatanna raised her voice, as if trying to hide her panic, she said, "How could I put such obvious monster features and not ask? How could I Do you think this is normal? Obviously I saw it from the beginning."

"That's the problem, I realized she was wrong a little earlier than you guys, and then the same thing happened." Bruce groped his mandible with his fingers and said, "Our perception of her has emerged." problem, and obviously these kids are the same."

"Based on my own knowledge of another universe, if he really realized that the tentacles on Jennifer's back were abnormal, then he would definitely ask and take measures, but he didn't, which means he was also deceived. "

"Common sense modification?"

"Maybe it only works on her."

"Who could have done it? Ancient One?"

Bruce was silent and did not answer. Among Schiller's slightly squinted eyes, there was a cloud made of mist in the center of those gray eyes. If you zoom in, something full of fresh vitality and weird enough, like hovering in the Himalayas. A year-round storm over the mountains.

The snow was getting heavier and heavier, and Harley looked away from the gray swirl on the first page of the Necronomicon. When the storm dissipated before her eyes, what was revealed was a long-dried crimson ink stain, which was exactly The sentence that appeared on the wall of the teaching building.

Halle wrote, "You're right, the madness is starting to spread in the school, the school competition has blown just the right wind for the madness, and you still haven't answered the source of my madness."

"Equivalent exchange." Mist formed a line of words.

"What do you want?" Harry added after a pause, "I wrote what you said, and they all think I'm just a victim of a poor attack, and I should be here honestly." The infirmary sleeps, so no one notices anything wrong."

"Helen has doubts about me. She may think that I read this book, but I turned my attention to herself. My movements are fast enough, so she probably hasn't reacted yet."

"Amazing criminal talent." Another line of words appeared in the fog.

"Tell me what you want, and give me the answer." Harley's handwriting became darker, and the girl seemed to feel anger, and she said, "I think you can understand me, you must, Mr. Good job."

"I can." The gray mist replied, and the cursive words appeared very slowly, as if after careful consideration, another line appeared, "You must not accept a kind of inferior madness spreading in the environment you live in, just It's like letting you soak your whole body in sewage."

"That's exactly how I feel, it's terrible." Harry took a deep breath and began to write long and long paragraphs.

"They can't understand where human madness comes from, but they mess up their brains and call it madness. It's a nasty, uninventive imitation. It smells disgusting. They must be deeply Lessons.

Every Gotham person understands that madness has already eroded our hearts, but that is not the manipulation of the gods. Madness is the weapon of our own choice, in order to create a miracle of struggling to survive and survive in the darkest place in the world, Those genius inspirations brought to us by madness and philosophical thinking about human nature and tragedy are the most beautiful art that can interpret madness.

Instead of pouring energy into other people's brains so that they can't think and become mindless walking dead who only attack others, his understanding of madness is all wrong, and it suffocates me, and I will correct it at all costs This kind of mistake, you have to help me. "

"I'll help you."

Everyone who saw this conversation through the screen was silent, and Pamela, who had been silent before, spoke first.

"I don't mean to defend Gotham, but I fully understand why Miss Quinzel calls it a parody — or, more radically — plagiarism."

"How can you understand?!" Constantine was going crazy, he yelled loudly: "Are you making a mistake? It's fine if you're crazy, but you think it's a sin for other people to be crazy enough ?!"

"It's not other people, but some kind of mysterious existence." Pamela immediately pointed out that she didn't give in at all, and said firmly: "Only human beings can decide how crazy human beings are. A monster rushing out of nowhere can tell us what to do, saying that their stuff is the deepest madness."

"What's the point of arguing?" Zatana couldn't stand it anymore, she said while holding her forehead on the sofa as if taking a deep breath.

"Not crazy is of course the best."

Pamela's words sharpen, using a style of language that mirrors Harley's when she's angry, and it's often referred to as Gotham madman gibberish.

"But if madness is a foregone conclusion, there must be a distinction between high and low, some mysterious existence that can make people crazy, if it hides in his own dark cave and whispers, no one will care about him, but he insists Come here to compete, then there is nothing incomprehensible about us representing the deepest crazy challenge of mankind?"

"I don't know how your brains work..." Strange shook his head and said, "What does it have to do with who is crazier? Isn't this a very simple case of a demon controlling humans to attack others?" ?”

"It's not that simple." Bruce also stood on the chessboard and began to deal with the pawn in front of him. He shook his head and said, "If he promises to give the attacker benefits, he will give him a powerful weapon as long as he kills as many people as possible." power, then we will never control it.”

"But it drove her crazy."

The two pitch-black pieces exchanged positions, and Pamela looked at Strange and said, "Crazy has no characteristics, and more importantly, there is no reason related to human nature. All races can become crazy like this, so how can humans show the art they have learned from madness? It is part of our civilization!"

"Who will save me?!" Constantine exaggeratedly stretched out his hands to pray to heaven and said: "Schiller! Schiller! Say something! Your two students started talking nonsense again Already!"

Schiller slowly opened his eyes as if he had just woken up.

And when those gray eyes scanned all the people present in the field with a barren look, the quarrel stopped strangely.

"I've heard people mention art."

Sick voices are always slower and heavier, like incense ash sinking to the bottom of an incense altar.

Constantine swallowed and leaned back desperately, trying to stay away from it, but Bruce leaned over and sat beside him, and then began to recount the picture that just appeared on the screen and their dispute.

Morbid nodded slowly after listening, speaking in a tone full of emotion.

"If I were to stand trial, it would be 'typical'."

"Heretics are worse than heretics"