American Comics: Opening Guidance Batman

In the room of the manor, on the soft sofa, Victor leaned his body on the armrest of the sofa. He looked back at Schiller, who was sitting behind the table playing with the globe, and asked him, "You called us all here to do it. what?"

Cobot was fiddling with a lock on his pocket, as if trying to adjust its length. Evans, who was sitting opposite him, was holding a wine glass and shaking the wine inside. With white foam, Jack lay on a single sofa, squinting and dozing off.

Schiller leaned on the back of the chair and kept turning the globe in his hand. When he put the globe on the table, the globe model on the globe was still rotating slightly. He looked at Victor and asked, "You Didn't you notice any difference here?"

"What's the difference?" Victor looked up at the whole room. This is the living room of Schiller Manor. There is a row of soft sofas, two single sofas and several cushions. There is a coffee table in the middle of the sofa. On the side is Schiller's desk, and behind the desk is a row of huge bookshelves, which are filled with all kinds of sundries.

Victor had been here before, and he didn't see anything unusual. Just when he wanted to continue questioning Schiller, he looked at Schiller again and felt something was wrong. He asked Schiller: "What's wrong with your head? ?"

At this moment, Schiller's head turned into a spinning globe, and the others didn't notice it, only Jack, who was lying on the opposite side, opened one eye slightly, and hissed two words from between his teeth. voice sound.

"Okay..." Schiller with the globe head stood up from behind the table. This should have been a very weird scene, but Victor didn't feel anything unusual at all, as if he had become this normal.

"Think about it, Victor, how did you get in here?"

"Of course I came from school, I..." Victor froze for a moment, then said, "Am I dreaming?...Is this in my dream?"

"You said the opposite, this is not your dream, but my dream."

Victor showed a surprised expression. Schiller walked over to Victor and sat down, turning his globe head to look at Victor. Victor was not sure if he really turned his head, because The globe actually keeps spinning.

Except for Jack, the others slowly sat up straight, and then looked at the space in astonishment as if they had just woken up.

"Of course, the human consciousness space cannot be communicated, just like dreams cannot be communicated. What one person imagines in his mind cannot be seen or touched by another person, let alone close up. observed…"

"But..." Schiller, who was in the head of the globe, turned his head to Evans again, and said, "The reason why I can pull other people's meanings into my conscious space has to start with you, Evans..."

Evans looked at the globe on Schiller's head. He didn't know what to say for a while. This scene was terrifying in reality, but he didn't think there was any problem in this space of consciousness, because there were many more things. Weird thing, like, they're sitting on the ceiling right now.

The sofa and coffee table they were sitting on were glued to the ceiling, and the chandelier was not far from Evans' hand. At some point, the entire space was turned upside down, but they still didn't notice anything unusual.

For example, Evans focused his eyes on his nose and found that there was a clown's red nose on it, and he didn't feel that there was anything more in his line of sight.

Jack squeezed the red ball on his nose with his hand, and made two "chirps", he happily cracked his mouth and smiled.

"Are you saying that we are all in your dreams now? Professor?" Evans scratched his head and said very puzzled: "But like you said, how could the dreams of several people come together?"

"Since you have learned the truth of his birth from Alberto, have you ever thought about why the Court of Owls and the old priest created the personality of Alberto?"

"Uh... Alberto didn't tell me about this. He doesn't seem to know his origin. He just appeared out of thin air one day..."

"That's why I said, it starts with you..."

"Let's sort out our thoughts. In the last incident, we learned that the Court of Owls discovered a thing called 'fine wine' that appeared in the underground of Gotham Cathedral. After their research was fruitless, they found a priest. The priest researched some results and handed them over to the court of owls, and then they created your brother's personality, so what should be the key to this question?"

Evans wasn't stupid. Just as he was about to answer, Cobot jumped ahead of him and said, "It's that kind of 'fine wine'."

"Yes, when I communicated with the godfather and the priest before, the priest told me that in the church, he has an ability that ordinary people do not have. ."

"It is precisely because of this ability that he saw the difference in me, so he hired me to be your tutor, Evans, do you understand now?"

"So, that fine wine has the function of giving people the ability to read minds?"

The globe shook his head slightly. In fact, no one could see whether he really shook his head, because the globe kept turning.

"That kind of wine, or I prefer to call it Dionysian factor, you can understand it as a liquid brain wave amplifier..."

"Brain wave amplifier?" Victor frowned and said, "I have also studied the theory of brain waves. I have also heard of the theory of controlling people's spirits by interfering with brain waves, but you said, a special kind of Liquid can amplify people’s brain waves, isn’t it a bit too…”

"We don't need to decipher its principles, we just need to know its effects. In short, the priest handed over the research results of fine wine to the Court of Owls, and the Court of Owls used fine wine to create the personality of Alberto..."

"So, where is he now?" Evans looked left and right, and Schiller explained, "His house is getting a critical part, so you're the one here."

"In short, after I confirmed this to the priest, I knew that the Dionysian factor might have something to do with the world of human consciousness."

"And in my hand, there are also several other liquids related to this. I asked another biological friend to mix them in a certain proportion to achieve an effect of amplifying brain waves to the extreme. I put it called 'crazy wine'."

"When I first made it, I couldn't be sure if it worked, so..." Schiller turned his head to Jack, who shook his head and said, "So, when you were drinking with me, you added this to our wine. kind of..."

"Then, our two worlds of consciousness are indeed connected, and there is another nasty guy running out of your world of consciousness, trying to trick me into your world of consciousness and go to jail for him."

"Just now, I invited you to my manor, and I invited you to drink, and everyone had a few drops of this crazy wine in their wine, so now, we're sitting here—"

"Welcome to my space of consciousness, everyone."

In an instant, everyone sobered up, and Victor recalled how he came to Schiller's manor on a rainy day and took a sip of wine. Cobot and Victor also recalled how they went from entering to exiting the door. During the process of putting down your jacket and putting down your umbrella, Schiller explained: "When you just came in, you will have a period of adaptation, and you may not be able to distinguish between reality and fantasy, so you won't feel any abnormality."

"Just like seeing an upside-down high-rise building in your dream, you won't find it strange. From waking up to falling asleep, you need a process of adaptation. Of course, if I uncover the truth, the speed of this adaptation will be faster. ."

"I understand the truth..." Victor turned to look at Schiller and asked him, "But why did you turn your head into a globe?"

Schiller reached out and moved the globe on his head, and then said: "Not only me, you can also change, although this is my consciousness space, but when our brain waves blend together, you are here. There is also some autonomy.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Jack's head turned into a fried chicken wing with a "bang", a big smiling face appeared on the fried chicken wing, and Jack's voice came from the big cracked mouth: "This is my tonight. It tastes pretty good, of course it's a little undercooked, it's really fishy..."

Evans stared at Jack, who was frying chicken wings next to him, and he could even smell the aroma of fried food coming from it.

"This... what should I do?"

Before he could try it, Victor had a strangely shaped frozen gun in his hand. They looked at the gun in their hands with some curiosity and said, "This is the latest model that I have conceived before. , I haven't had time to make it, I didn't expect it to be so real."

"In the space of consciousness, which is the dream, what you can do depends entirely on your imagination, 'believe is what you get', and the more detailed you imagine, the more detailed it appears, I think, you This gun should have been completely conceived, right?"

"That's right, the design was finalized a week ago, so it's ready for launch?"

With that said, Victor pulled the trigger, an ice pick was launched, and the clown opposite was instantly frozen into ice cubes.

"As long as you believe that it can be launched, it can be launched naturally, just like people who believe that they can fly in a dream can really fly."

"Hey, you got my head cold! Don't you know that cold fried chicken is the most disgusting food in the world?!" The big mouth on the head of Jack's chicken wings on the opposite side shouted.

Cobot pinched the red ball on his nose, then banged it, and the one he wore on his nose turned into a sharp cone, like the one often worn at parties.

Evans scratched his head and said, "Then can I change the color of my hair? I've always wanted the same dark brown hair as the godfather, but dyeing it is too much trouble."

As he spoke, his hair slowly changed color, from brilliant golden to dark brown, Schiller's globe head shook and said, "I think gold is more suitable for you."

"Is there a mirror?" Evans turned his head back and forth, as if he wanted to find a mirrored object to look at himself now.

"You just have to 'think' about it."

Evans thought for a moment, then drew a box in the air with his finger, the crooked box turned into a mirror and fell down, Evans grabbed it hurriedly, then looked at himself and said, "Indeed, it's still blonde. look better..."

As he spoke, his hair changed back again.

Victor picked up the wine glass in front of him and asked Schiller, "So what did you bring us into your conscious space?"

"Actually, there is nothing serious to do, just invite you to come and have some fun."

"Looking for fun? What fun to watch?"

"Just because there is no fun to watch, UU reading www.uukanshu.com has to create a little fun, not only me, I think Mr. Jack should think the same, right?"

Jack turned his head into a toilet brush again, fiddling with the bristles with his fingers, saying, "Gotham without Batman is so boring, if I don't have some fun, I will Crazy!"

"Okay, so what are you doing?"

Schiller moved his body to the other side, leaned on the armrest of the sofa, and said, "Now there is a very professional psychologist, that is, my colleague, who is sitting in the Arkham Psychiatric Hospital, waiting for him. Yes, I'm going to go over and hand over work with him..."

"I'll have a theoretical discussion with him and invite him to have a drink..."

"You want to bring him here too?"

"No no no, this is the auditorium, and he..."

Jack on the opposite side continued his words with a smile: "He will be an actor, a very lame actor."