American Comics: Opening Guidance Batman

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"I report to the police, I control the key keeper who leads the way, I set the traps in the room, I put the ghosts in the corridors, and even Laurenna can summon demons, it's me Laissez-faire, the purpose is to kill you in the boarding school..."

While burying his head in writing on the medical record book, Schiller commented without raising his head: "There are many loopholes."

"From the part where you sacrificed Cooper to the devil, there are too many mistakes in this plan. When I went to investigate the scene of Cooper's death, I saw the magic circle at first sight. At this time, any A normal person would associate this with some occult factor."

"You wrote the answer to the riddle, do you still expect others to be unguarded?"

"The traps in the boarding school are even worse. The key keeper's words and deeds are too impatient and purposeful, and the traps in the drawers and keys in the room...you deliberately got a lock. Hung it on a drawer and then put a key in a prominent place."

"If I'm not mistaken, there is no curse on the key, but the moment the drawer is opened, the sheep skull inside will unleash a mortal curse."

"You really are not an ordinary person." Constantine looked into Schiller's eyes and said, "You didn't open the drawer, but you knew what was in there."

Schiller ignored him, but continued: "Do you think this is playing a computer game? A lock must be equipped with a key. As long as you hold the key, you can open the lock, find clues, and push to the next level. Constantine, I've seen too many of these routines..."

"After that, you attracted us to the basement, and your rhetoric was even less convincing. No vigilante hero who has acted bravely will be like you..."

Schiller looked Constantine up and down, Constantine understood what he meant, he tilted his head and said, "Okay, I look like an over-the-top, drug-addicted addict, those overly righteous lines. It doesn't match my appearance a bit, but it doesn't really matter, even if you can't kill you, it's okay to delay."

"At this point, my plans are going well, because you are indeed being held back by me, but what puzzles me the most is..."

"What puzzles you the most is, why did you plant it?"

Schiller put the pen on the table, smiled and said: "Actually, this is a very common blind spot of thinking. Constantine told me, why do you think 'crazy wine' is really a 'wine'?"

The other three present were stunned for a moment, and Gordon said without hesitation, "Why is crazy wine not wine?"

Schiller raised his pen and said, "You know what? It's a carrot."

"What's the meaning?"

"I'm not saying the pen is a carrot, I'm calling it 'a carrot' and the pen's name is 'a carrot'."

"You act like a silly rabbit. I heard that I have 'a carrot' here, so I found it, but it's not a carrot, it's just a pen called 'a carrot', so I bite down, Didn't eat carrots and broke front teeth."

"I called this mysterious liquid that pulls people into dreams, 'crazy wine', so you really think of it as a kind of wine, and you think they'll stay in the bottle in peace until you It only works when you remove the stopper and pour it into your mouth."

"I'll give you another example," Schiller said, throwing the pen on the table, "Now, I call this mysterious liquid 'hexafluoroantimonic acid' and you'll just rush right in front of it without thinking. Gloves to grab that bottle?"

Gordon shook his head and said, "Although I don't know what your long list of chemical terms is, when I hear the name, I know it must be a dangerous thing, and I will choose to walk around it."

"Look, that's it, I called this liquid 'crazy wine', but it's just called 'wine', I didn't say it would be like normal wine, it only works when you drink it in your mouth, this kind of Fluids can be absorbed not only through the gastric mucosa, but also through the respiratory tract and skin contact."

"Also, the bottle I put on the shelf is a concentrated liquid. It must be mixed with ordinary wine to drink it. Just touch it a little, and it will be immediately pulled into a dream."

"Let me guess, this clever Mr. Constantine thought it was real wine, so not only did he go to get the bottle without gloves, he probably touched the stopper with the wine, and immediately fell into a dream. …”

Constantine turned his head to the side, but Schiller continued: "It's like you've laid out a series of great plans to destroy the world, and you end up losing out on finding a parking space."

"I admit that I underestimated how cunning and perverted you are, so what do you think?"

"Don't you want to see Morpheus the Sandman? I can help you. I have a fast-track channel I dug up before, which can save you a lot of effort, but you have to promise me a condition..."

"Tell me, can it be worse than now?"

"Since you killed Lawrence and started the serial murder case of the Twelve Apostles, then you have to find the killers who killed Hawke and Richie."

Schiller looked at Batman and said, "Let him be guilty first, and then try these murderers together. You should be fine, right?"

"I can identify these two eucalypts myself."

"Really? It seems that there is not enough homework..."

Batman shut up, Schiller looked at Gordon again, Gordon waved his hand and said, "As long as the murderer can be tried, if it weren't for your help this time, we wouldn't be able to catch this magician. Guys, you can do what you want, after all, you have a lot of experience..."

"I said, shouldn't you ask my opinion?" Constantine shook his head and said, "I'm a rock singer, and I'm an exorcist second. I don't know how to investigate."

"I heard that your name in the circle is 'Hell Detective', just right, we have a 'Gotham Detective' here, and a 'Chicago Detective', you three detectives together, there should be no eucalyptus Can't you check it out?"

"The point of Hell Detective is hell... well, if that's what your request is, then I'll try my best."

A day later, Batman looked at Constantine, who was paralyzed in the corner with psychedelic eyes and a dull expression. He took another look at the addicts in the drug den who looked similar to him. He suddenly understood what Schiller told him. The solution, that is, no matter where you see this person, it is right to beat him up.

"How much have you been drinking?" Batman asked in a deep voice.

Constantine spit out a word from his throat: "Smoke..."

Batman grabbed him by the collar and punched him, and Constantine, awake a little, shook his head and said, "Thanks, that's more than a cigarette."

Batman let go and threw him to the ground, Konstantin's shoulder slammed against the wall, but he didn't care at all, he fumbled around, took out a crumpled cigarette case, and took out a Cigarette, then asked Batman: "Is there a fire?"

"When are you going to check on the eucalyptus?"

"Can you just go? Anyway, he won't stare at me all the time. You also said that if you can find it out yourself, then you can go and find out. I'll stay here for a while, isn't this a perfect match? ?"

"If I hadn't cooperated with you, you wouldn't have seen me here."

"Haha..." Constantine laughed lowly, his cigarette was not lit, but he was still holding it in his mouth, he lay down against the corner, looked at Batman and said, "It was arranged by the good professor. Homework for you? Little boy..."

"I can see that you are a very simple boy. You are a young boy, and you have not been away from your parents for a long time. Your mind is full of your heroic dreams. You want to fight criminals and achieve justice..."

"But it won't take long for you to realize that there are more interesting things in this world than that..." Constantine's voice always had a hoarseness, he tore off his tie and looked disheveled.

The psychedelic and euphoric feeling of the drug has not yet passed, which makes Konstantin look a little crazy. He tugged his collar and looked at Batman and said, "You have to learn to relax a little, and you will be like me, look. To the last bit of beauty in this **** world..."

"My child, why are you so serious?"

Batman's arm muscles tightened instantly. Constantine saw this detail, and he thought his temptation had succeeded. The moment he laughed, a fist the size of a sandbag appeared in his field of vision.

Ten minutes later, the bruised-faced Constantine followed behind Batman~www.NovelMTL.com~ He complained, "What did I say wrong? Even if you're not interested in me, we can have some fun together, You know, I'm very open..."

Ten minutes later, Gordon looked at the more bruised Constantine and said, "You didn't really listen to Schiller, did you? Batman, if I say, even if he's a criminal, you can't... It's a bit Is it too much?"

"Thank you for speaking for me, officer, is there a fire?"

Gordon took a lighter out of his pocket and handed it to Constantine, who lit the cigarette and took a breath. After he exhaled the smoke, Gordon shrugged and said, "...God, you're smoking. What did you add? Damn it! Put it down! You are flying leaves in front of the police??? Put it down!!!”

Another ten minutes later, Gordon crossed his hips and looked at Constantine who was paralyzed in the corner like a mass of mud. He touched his forehead and said, "I swear I really didn't want to hit him, but he went too far..."

Gordon squeezed the pack of cigarettes, pulled one out of it, peeled off the outer skin, and said, "Others added a little tobacco to the tobacco, he added a little tobacco to the mix, you son of a **** addict, you just Aren't you afraid of killing yourself?"

Constantine, who was on his head again, smiled and said: "You said, if the devil eats the soul of my addict, will he be like those stray dogs on the street, crying and scratching his face ?"

Gordon looked at Batman and said, "He's dead. Even in Gotham, I rarely see such a bad guy."

After he finished speaking, he nodded again and said, "Schiller is right. No matter where you see him, beat him up, that's right."

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