American Comics: Opening Guidance Batman

Schiller on the head of the globe stretched out his hand, snapped his fingers, and a screen appeared above the heads of several people. He said, "You can see the situation outside through my consciousness space, like this..."

"This is Hugo Strange, what you see now is his first day in Gotham..."

The face of Hugo Strange appears in the picture, and in the first perspective, a sleeve in a white coat appears, followed by an arm shaking hands with Hugo.

"We're looking at your first point of view, right?" Victor asked.

"That's right, I'm courting him at this time, pay attention, I'm going to introduce the topic of psychological theory next..."

Several people were very interested, staring at the screen intently, only to see Hugo in the first perspective, and soon began his long speech, while Schiller kept discussing with him, after a while, the first In the perspective, Schiller's hand takes out a bottle of wine from his bag.

"Wait, isn't it a bit too strange to drink alcohol in academic discussions?" Evans asked, "You guys are obviously talking about serious academic topics. At this time, you take out a bottle of wine, doesn't he think it's not right? "

"Because we are discussing serious academic topics now, he won't pay attention to these, because all his energy is on how to refute my theory, look at his expression, pay attention here..."

Schiller got a pointer from somewhere, then pointed to the picture on the screen and said: "See? He looked down at my hand that was opening the bottle cap, but while I was doing this, I turned to the He asked a question, and he was distracted..."

"The curiosity about what I'm doing is far less intense than his desire to refute me and prove himself."

The two hands in the first viewing angle on the screen took out two wine glasses, and then poured wine for Hugo and himself. Several people heard Schiller say: "I'm used to drinking after get off work, how about you? Dr. Hugo ?"

Hugo doesn't seem to care. He doesn't look like an alcoholic, but he doesn't seem to dislike drinking. When Schiller pushed the glass in front of him, it seemed that he wanted to save Schiller's face, so he still picked up the glass and drank it. took a sip.

When the debate became more and more heated, Hugo began to frequently raise his glass in the interval of thinking, and Schiller, who had a globe head, pointed to the screen and said: "He began to use secondary items as pauses and turns in thinking, just like There are a lot of people who like to turn pens, bite their fingers, and play with erasers in class..."

After a while, you can see from the footage on the screen that Hugo began to groggy, and Victor asked, "Is he going to sleep?"

"That's right, guess where the first act will start?"

"Just like us, waking up in the original scene, and then completely unaware that we were dreaming." Cobot said in a low voice.

Schiller shook his head and said: "This is a good start, but it is a little mediocre. If the cause of a script is too bland, the follow-up development may not be very exciting."

"So where are you going to start, Professor?"

Schiller stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers again. All the objects in the house began to recede, the floor was pulled out one by one, the sofa disappeared layer by layer, and the cabinets and tables were all integrated into the floor and ceiling in a magical folding way. middle.

Then, all kinds of things rolled out from the walls of the space, forming another scene. Several people stood in the center of the space. Evans looked up and down and said, "This seems to be... a train carriage?"

"Yes, I think a gradual opening would be a good choice. You may have seen it in some movies. The protagonist is riding a train to an unfamiliar city. He looks at the scenery outside the car window and fantasizes about his future. Although this kind of beginning is a bit literary, I like it very much..."

With that said, Schiller walked to the door of a compartment, then opened the door, and inside was sitting Hugo Strange.

"But I think there is something missing." Evans touched his chin and said, "Oh, by the way, in drama creation, the protagonist needs some motivation. With motivation, he can push the protagonist to do things..."

"Of course, I also made preparations, but let me state first that I did not control his spirit. Just like you, he also has the ability to think independently in the conscious space."

"Now..." Schiller snapped his fingers. The narrow corridor and the floor-to-ceiling partitions on the train unfolded like cardboard boxes and turned into a flat surface, leaving only Hugo and his seated chairs, and the table in front of you.

Several people followed in Schiller's footsteps to Hugo, and Cobert asked, "Can't he see us?"

"Good question," said Schiller. "That's what I was about to say."

"People's consciousness space and dreams are divided into many layers, at least in my case. Different floors cannot communicate with each other, nor can they interfere with each other."

"We're on a different floor from him?"

"That's right, the place where you are now is the 'theatre' in my hall of thinking, on the 68th, 69th and 70th floors."

"What is this concept? Is there any difference between floors?"

"Of course there is, if it sounds complicated, because such a temple of thinking is not built in a day, but there are rules to follow. Simply put, the lower the number of floors, the more chaotic it is, and the higher the number of floors, the more orderly it is. ."

"Hugo is now on the 68th floor, which is the stage, and you are now on the 69th floor, which is the auditorium."

"And me, although I'm standing beside you now, I'm actually on the 70th floor of the theater, which is the director's room, or the director's office."

"So, I can control everything on the stage, like this..." As soon as Schiller finished speaking, he snapped his fingers again, and a newspaper appeared on Hugo's desk.

"Newspaper? What's written on it?" Evans wanted to lean over to take a look, but he didn't seem to want to get too close to Hugo. Schiller reminded him: "You can lean over to take a look, he can't see you."

"In my hall of thinking, each part has different rules, and in the theater, the higher consciousness can see the lower consciousness, but the lower layer cannot see the higher layer."

"So, you can see him, but he can't see you. At this time, in his vision, he should be sitting on the train and entering Gotham City as the train moves forward."

"Isn't he already here? And he's chatting and drinking with you..."

"You really have a lot of stupid questions." Jack stared at Evans who asked, and Schiller waved his hand and said, "Come on, Jack, I like people who like to ask questions."

"Generally speaking, people don't realize that they are dreaming when they are dreaming, just like when you first came here, although there is no coordination everywhere, there are weirdness everywhere, but you are completely unaware."

"A small number of people can realize that they are dreaming in their dreams, and make full use of the principle of believing that is true, and accomplish many things in dreams that cannot be done in reality. Dream'."

"But obviously, Hugo, who just fell into a dream, couldn't realize that he was dreaming. In his opinion, he just received a letter of entry, got on the train to Gotham, and saw a a newspaper..."

"Then what you said before, what is the motivation to add to him?"

Schiller waved his hand again, and another newspaper appeared in Hugo's hand. The newspaper looked a few years old. Victor leaned over to look at it and said, "This is a report about you?"

"Yes, I hinted to him that he had noticed me before he came to Gotham and looked into some information about me, which should arouse his curiosity about me and expedite his arrival at Arkham Hospital. Speed, and make some preparations for the later episodes..."

"And then..." Schiller snapped his fingers, the table was pulled away from Hugo's face, the newspaper also flew into the air and disappeared, Hugo stepped directly into the office of the attending physician of Arkham Psychiatric Hospital,

"Why jump?" Victor asked him, "Won't he feel a little weird?"

"Isn't that what dreams are all about? One segment after another, jumping from breakfast to class to lunch break and then to going home from school, you don't listen to a complete math class in your dreams, do you? "

"What's next? Is he going to work?"

"No, his motives are not enough, I have to add a fire."

Immediately afterwards, Schiller waved his hand, and a person exactly like him appeared beside him, except that the head became the normal Schiller's head instead of a globe.

"What is this? Is it your clone?"

"He's the next actor to appear..."

Following Schiller's words, the other himself walked into the office of the Arkham Psychiatric Hospital, then held Hugo's hands very enthusiastically and said to him: "Thank goodness, you are finally here."

After that, Schiller began to be polite to Hugo, and Victor commented: "You are acting too much like an unscrupulous quack who is eager to shirk responsibility."

"That's exactly what I want, if I give him an image of me being very incompetent and eager to shirk responsibility, then he will feel that I am not worthy of the name, and then he will have a stronger incentive to dismantle me and overthrow me. my theory."

"I really don't understand." Victor said with his arms crossed. "What is your ultimate purpose in arranging this play? It's not really just for fun, right?"

"Watching the fun is one aspect of it. After all, it's a long night and I don't want to sleep. It's not bad to direct and act a play, but it does have another purpose. You will see it later."

Then, Schiller's character left the stage, and Brand's character came in again. Before they could ask, Schiller explained: "This is just a puppet I made, Brand didn't come here, After all, his direction is pathology, and he is not interested in these things."

then. Hugo began to express his rhetoric that "the temple of thought does not exist". During this process, Jack laughed very happily, and in the end it almost turned into a belly laugh. He wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and said : "It's like a person in a dream saying 'people can't dream', it's a really funny joke, hahahahaha! It has replaced the position of the joke that Schiller is an ordinary person in my heart..."

Since Schiller's head was a globe, no one could see his expression, but Victor quipped, "What did I just see? Did you roll your eyes in Texas?"

Then, when they saw Hugo come out holding an egg-shaped machine, Cobot frowned and said, "What is that?"

"It should be something he embodied with his own thinking, just like the chicken wing head and ice gun you just made. He believed that he made this thing, so it really appeared."

Then they saw that Hugo picked up the medical records and started looking at it, then walked over to the phone and started making calls.

Suddenly, a piercing bell rang in the space, and Cobot lowered his head in confusion and saw a constantly ringing phone floating in front of him.

"Your phone." Schiller said with a smile.

"What's the matter? He called me in a dream, and then actually called me?"

"I let him play here, otherwise it would be meaningless for us to watch here. I have always felt that immersive theatrical performances have great potential for development, and the interaction between actors and audiences is also the top priority..."

"So what am I going to do now?"

Victor patted Cobot on the shoulder and said, "Just answer the phone."

Copert picked up the phone, he really heard Hugo's voice, at this time, the two were facing each other in the office, Hugo was holding the phone on the left side of the table, and Cobo was holding the phone on the right side of the table.

"Hello, is this Mr. Cobot? This is the Arkham Psychiatric Hospital. The medical records I have here show that you need to come for a follow-up visit recently. Are you free tomorrow afternoon?"

Cobert was stunned, but he still agreed to the request for a follow-up, then he looked at Schiller and said, "What am I going to do next? Do I really go to the follow-up?"

"Didn't you see what I did just now? Imagine a virtual personality, then manifest him, and let him go down and participate in the performance for you."

Schiller explained to Cobot how to manifest another self in the conscious space, and he emphasized: "The trick is that it is best not to give it a higher dimensional perspective, like a person who has really received a call for a follow-up, is not sure why, and Cobot, who is planning to go to…”

"You mean to create a virtual memory for him?" Cobble asked, frowning. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

"Yes, you can arrange a reasonable reason for him. For example, in his memory, he didn't know that I left, and he felt that the follow-up was just a routine, and it was nothing to go, which would help him in the next performance. more involved..."

When another Cobot was created, the others were amazed, and when he walked into the consultation room and lay on the chair, Hugo took the machine out, and Cobot in the audience asked, "He wants to What are you doing?"

"He may be trying to enter your conscious world."

"But wasn't he already in the conscious world?"

"Remember the rules here? Believe it is true, he thinks this is the real world, and he's a psychiatrist, so he's going to get into your head."

"And this, that's what I said, my other purpose is also a topic I've been focusing on recently..."

"what?"

"Dream within a dream."