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Constantine lost the decadent attitude of the hippie smiling face of the past, smoke filled his eyebrows, and when the eyebrows were pressed down, he looked a little indifferent, revealing the sense of distance in the bones of the British, making him look kind of British. Elegant and sexy.

Constantine squatted down and tilted his head to look at Morpheus. No one knew how beautiful the Dream God was in his eyes.

But there is no doubt that when he looked at Morpheus's face, the intoxicated look would not deceive people. Perhaps, what he saw was not someone, but he had long wanted but never got it. past dream.

"Morpheus, when I came to you last time, I didn't get the answer I wanted, and you no longer allowed me to enter the kingdom of dreams, so I can only use this method to say goodnight to you in person. ."

Constantine looked Morpheus in the eyes and said, "I knew from a very young age who I should go to when I wanted an answer, and I also knew if he didn't want to tell me. , I can ask him another way..."

When the cynical decadence fades away, the sharpness, paranoia, and indifference in Constantine's eyes are no different from those of Gotham's madmen.

Schiller in a suit stood beside Morpheus, he straightened his body, put his hands in the pockets of his trousers, and turned his head to look at the skyline emitting rainbow light in the distance of Dreamland. At this time, he and Constance Ding's shadows overlapped together, and their temperaments were inexplicably similar.

In this matter, their attitudes were similar, and no **** would have the right to refuse to answer their questions because of his status as a god.

If you invite them to be guests in a civilized way, and you can't get an answer, it's the same for them if you pick up a gun at people, demons, or gods.

Morpheus was lying on the ground with his eyes looking at the sky. He was actually not injured. The mental injury was much greater than the physical injury. As soon as he saw the empty and barren dreamland around him, think about the follow-up. Repair, Morpheus knew that his long career was over.

"You guys won't have sweet dreams." Morpheus's eyes were a little dull looking at the sky of the dream kingdom, where there were illusory clouds and misty fog, he said: "You... and you, and the station The man at the bow, none of you will have a sweet dream."

He was referring to Constantine crouching in front of him, Schiller standing beside him, and Batman looking out from the boat.

"This is not a curse, but I am telling you the fact that only those who don't know the existence of the Kingdom of Dreams can have a true dream."

"When you know that your dreams are made by me, and there is a special place to store all the dreams you have, you will never have a good dream."

"This is the rule of the dream kingdom. Only those who are willing to give up the truth, don't think about the source and destination of dreams, and look forward to falling asleep in peace, can have real beautiful dreams."

"And you, you **** truth supremacists, you broke in here and learned the truth of the dream, and the dream will not come to you again."

Morpheus rolled his eyes, looked at Constantine, and said, "When you come here to find me for a sweet dream, instead of lying in bed, relaxing, and closing your eyes with hope, you have already lost The qualification to dream, all the people in this world who know the existence of the Dream God will never dream again."

Morpheus looked at Constantine and said, "You are completely self-inflicted, you have made deals with too many demons, and they will go to your dreams to harass you because you owe them a debt and they show up in your It's not a nightmare, it's just that they're harassing your soul, it's not up to me."

"And the reason why I am willing to agree to your other request is because, in this world, there will be a kind of people who are born with a power different from others, or a curse, they are plagued with disasters, their hands are full of blood, but there is no other s Choice."

"Are you sympathizing with me?" Constantine asked him.

Morpheus took a deep breath, gritted his teeth and said, "You and this person broke into the dreamland together, threw a big bomb here, and blew up my home beyond recognition, you actually asked me if I was sympathetic. you?!

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Constantine stood up and looked up at the sky of the Dreamland, from which no one could see whether he was saddened by this truth.

Perhaps, chasing a beautiful dream seems very childish, not like what an adult should do, nor what Constantine, the **** detective, should do, but he still stubbornly wants to get the truth.

Constantine was silent for a while, then turned to Batman, and said in a voice that Batman could just hear: "...that's magic, and when you're trying to find the truth, you've lost everything. ."

He took a few puffs of cigarettes, exhaled the smoke, and that rambunctious smile climbed up his face again, and he said to Schiller in a light tone: "Okay, it seems that this is the end of the matter, before I'll help you deal with the favors of those green-light guys, and you've paid it off."

He threw the cigarette **** that was about to go out on the ground, stepped on it with his foot, then bent down, stretched out his hand, pulled Morpheus up, and said to him, "I'm sorry, I just want a truth."

"Don't worry." Schiller took out another cigarette from his suit pocket and lit it. He took out another and handed it to Morpheus. Morpheus didn't answer with a dark face, but Schiller didn't answer either. mind.

"The reason he came to you is just to seek an answer, but I am not, I don't need a sweet dream." Schiller looked at Morpheus, his eyes made Morpheus's back a little chilly, and soon, Feith found out that this was not his illusion.

"It's like this. Konstantin told me the story of his encounter with you before. I heard that you have believers, right?"

Morpheus snorted angrily, but did not refute, seeing Schiller staring at him all the time, he could only say: "Managing dreams is also very troublesome, everyone's share of dreams and nightmares is different, dreams The mix of elements is different, and I need someone to help me manage that.”

"Although humans are not the most diligent at work, you have the deepest understanding of dreams and your brains are fairly flexible, so I do have a few human believers. Why are you asking this?"

"It's like this, Your Majesty Morpheus, I know that your divine power is strong and your divine power is vast, and it is really difficult to match your noble status with only a few human believers."

"As far as I know, your brothers and sisters should have more believers than you. I heard Constantine say that human souls and beliefs have special meanings for all gods... "

"I have studied people's consciousness space and dreams for many years, and I know the vastness of the dream world. This is an unknown land that has aroused the curiosity of all generations of human beings. I think that your great achievements should be better spread..."

The more Morpheus listened, the more he felt that something was wrong. He took two steps back vigilantly. I looked at Schiller and asked, "...What do you want to do???"

"The so-called profession has a specialization. If you want to develop your faith, you must have enough believers. If you want to increase believers, you must have someone preaching. If you want to carry out preaching with the highest efficiency, someone must organize them. Maybe... Do you Need a professional pope?"

"I don't need to..."

"Listen to me first, I know, you're probably thinking right now, after our group is gone, you immediately find a hapless guy, throw this mess at him, and then you're free."

"However, last time, I asked about fate and didn't get an answer, so after I left here, I had to find a way to find a doorbell to see if I could knock on the door of fate."

"Oh, yes, something happened before that made me think deeply about death. Death is also a very fascinating mystery to me, and I'm looking forward to having a dialogue with death..."

Morpheus's face became more and more ugly. He looked at Schiller and asked, "Are you threatening me?"

"Of course not, I'm just stating a fact that could happen."

"Then do you know, what are you doing? In our opinion, you and all human beings are as insignificant as dust, and your life and death are only a matter of thought for the endless family."

"Oh, yes? Then why don't you persuade fate to put my name in his book?"

Morpheus was choked, Schiller suppressed the smile on his face, he looked at Morpheus, and said seriously: "I remember, the last time we met, you told me that all members of the Endless family must Their great theocracy paid a price."

"The price of death is to witness every death with your own eyes, and you, perhaps the price you have to pay, is that you never know whether you really exist, or it's just a dream."

"You have to give up the divine power of the dream **** and hand over the dream kingdom to others. If one day you find that you don't really exist, or don't need to exist, then just like the dream will eventually wake up, you will disappear completely."

Schiller's words are not alarmist, because in the comics, Morpheus is indeed dead, he committed suicide.

In the manga "Sandman", when Morpheus decided to no longer be the master of the dream realm, he allowed the three witches to kill him, another member of the endless family died and took him away, and when the representative of the dream realm died The dream **** chose death, which means that the dream has woken up.

Just like all dreams, when a dream is broken and people wake up from a dream and come back to reality, that dream is gone forever, and there will be no second dream of the same in this world.

Perhaps, this is the price Morpheus has to pay for his mighty power. As long as it is a dream, there will eventually be a day when he will wake up.

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However, Schiller has a way to make a dream never wake up, because in his consciousness space, the dreamer and the manipulating the real world are not the same personality, which means that he has many endless dreams. .

"I remember, when we first met, you said you had never seen that tower in anyone's dream world."

"Since you are already planning to give up your current job, why not book a room with a beautiful view and comfortable conditions for your retirement trip in advance?"

Morpheus opened his mouth. He didn't expect that Schiller came to talk to him about this, but he was not stupid. He said, "...Then I have to give up my current job. Who caused it?"

Constantine lowered his head to study the flowers and plants under his feet, and Schiller looked up at the clouds in the sky.

Morpheus sighed, and he had to admit that he wanted to let go of Dreamland~www.NovelMTL.com~ and find a new owner here, not entirely because Schiller came here to make trouble.

He is a **** with strong human nature in the endless family. Because it is not completely the concept of rules, he will also be infected in various ways. Because of the dreams he manages, there are various human dreams. Morpheus or More or less will also be affected.

"Perhaps, I should tell you a fact, which will make you feel more balanced in your heart." Morpheus said a little helplessly: "It's not just you who don't have a beautiful dream, but also me."

"Since the day I was born, I have faced endless work. Such a long and endless life is not a dream. If it goes on like this, I will not be able to bring dreams to others."

As the master of the dream world, Morpheus has almost unlimited power. He is the dream, and the dream is him. If there is a problem with himself, the dreams of all creatures in the universe will be affected.

After he himself began to tire of the endless work, the source of sweet dreams dried up, and if this went on, only nightmares would be left for all living beings.

So, when he realized he was no longer passionate about the job, he knew it was time for him to retire.

Schiller is ringing the doorbell again and breaking in with a boat. It can only be said that Morpheus's retirement has been accelerated, but without him, Morpheus will eventually give up the dreamland and return to death just like in the comics. embrace.

When Morpheus's attitude began to waver, Schiller was keenly aware of this, so he said:

"Actually, I didn't come here to apply for a job on a whim."

"I am a fairly experienced pope. If you don't believe me, I invite you to enter my dream. The gods I once believed in will confirm what I said..."