The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

Catwoman's eyes widened, because she saw that the smashed floret, among the smashed fibers and juice, countless vines suddenly appeared.

Catwoman tightly covered her mouth, so as not to let herself scream out, those vines quickly spread to the whole ground, the woman who smashed the flower pot let out a terrified cry, and quickly backed away, but fell to the ground.

The vines wrapped around her arms and thighs, as if they were going to drag her into an endless abyss. Little Pamela froze in place, and saw a small flower blooming on the vines by the window.

The flower smiled at him and whispered in her ear, You heard our cries and wanted to save us, you are a good boy, this is your destiny... come... come... ...never mind those villains who despise plants...

The plant vines completely wrapped up the woman who fell on the ground, as if they were trying to digest her. The catwoman in the bedroom held the doorknob, hesitant to go out to save her, after all, he did not bring a gun, whip and dagger to deal with these vines , I'm afraid it's useless.

At this time, the flower was still whispering to little Pamela:

You don't have to wear the color you hate the most every day and do things you don't like. You will become the patron saint of plants and embrace the green in the universe...

Little Pamela's expression was a little dazed, she gradually stretched out her hand towards the flower, the flower was hidden in the sunlight outside the window, she stretched out her hand, the light shone on her immature face, making her look like she was embracing the light , while the flower still whispers:

Yeah... touch me... come on... come on...

coming!

Accompanied by an indifferent male voice, there was a crash, the glass of the window shattered, and with a shua, green blood splashed on little Pamela's face.

Schiller pulled the flower from the umbrella knife, and when he heard the scream of the unknown soul, he sneered and said, I've got you.

Then, he squeezed it hard with his hand, and the green juice burst out. The next second, the room was shattered into pieces. Catwoman was surprised to find that he was in a chamber made of green vines.

Little Pamela disappeared, and Catwoman turned to look at Schiller and said, What the hell is going on? Are we in Pamela's memory?

That's right. Schiller nodded, looking at the remains of the petals in his hand, he said: You have seen it before, someone used some kind of curse to invade Gotham, and now, we are going to find the mastermind behind it. .”

Catwoman frowned. She was actually very smart, and immediately realized the problem, and said, The target of the man behind the scenes is Pamela?

Just now, I saw in the room that Pamela was not happy when she was a child. His mother seemed to have been forcing her to do things she didn't like, but did things really turn out as I just saw? She Mother died and was eaten by vines?

Schiller shook his head and said, Don't be so naive. In the memory space, this is just the simplest way of deception. To put it simply, it is to dig out the memory fragments of the other party and use the weakness in their memory to trick them into signing the contract.

If little Pamela touched the flower just now, it means that the Pamela we know will reach a contract with that mysterious existence and become his agent.

Catwoman gasped and said, Then isn't it hard to resist?

So you'd better beware of this kind of trap in the future, maybe someone will come to your childhood memory, pretend to be your mother, and say to give you a hug, once you hug him, you have to become his slave gone.

Catwoman frowned fiercely and said: If I saw my mother want to hug me in a dream, but I would definitely give her a punch, thinking that she was controlled by something, she has always only hugged cats , instead of hugging me.

Speaking of this, Catwoman sighed with some melancholy and said: Well, adults are like this. They have reason to say what they say. If children ask unconstrained questions, they will think that the child is crazy.

But little Pamela is right. Not eating meat is to protect animals. So don't plants need protection? Will plants not hurt?

You are still very naive, how do you know that this kind of scene was not constructed by that mysterious being? Schiller turned to look at Catwoman, and said, Just to make you have such doubts, just to make you sympathize with plants, And then you want to protect plants from the bottom of your heart and become what he calls a plant protector?

Catwoman froze for a moment, then took a breath and said, No way? Are they so despicable?

I don't know if they are so despicable, but I have. Schiller walked all the way out along the passage of the green chamber, and said as he walked, Perhaps, everything you see is not real, Pammy Ra's childhood was never like this, and even the grievance, anger and horror that Pamela felt were fictional.

The script is that Pamela's mother keeps forcing her to do things she doesn't like, decorating the room with colors she doesn't like at all, keeping her from talking about plants and mud, creating an evil image in her mind, and then Use the conversation at the dinner table to expose her injustice and hypocrisy, convince little Pamela, and have real sympathy for plants...

All this is to guide her to sympathize with plants, to shape her personality into a person who loves plants, to make her willing to become an agent, and to dedicate everything for plants...

Catwoman gritted her teeth and said, Fortunately, no one is following me.

However, even if someone is eyeing you, you will not be so easily deceived. Think about it, after your mother serves you a bowl of vegetable salad, your first reaction will be to ask, do plants hurt?

Catwoman paused, and then said: I will definitely ask, why there is no meat in the meal tonight... Besides, it doesn't matter if she doesn't let me eat, I can run out in the middle of the night to find food for myself, Gotham kid, for myself The ability to add meals is first-class.

That's the way cats... said Schiller, look down on everyone equally.

Memories may be fabricated, but certain instincts engraved deep in your genes cannot be modified. If you fabricate such memories for a child who grew up in a slum, it will be easy to reveal the truth. At least we can know, Pa Mira's background is indeed not bad.

Walking into another green chamber, Schiller said: There is one more thing we know, that Pamela seems to be resisting him, and that he has no means at the moment to force Pamela to be his spokesman.

So, he can only resort to this kind of despicable method, and use deception to get Pamela to agree inadvertently.

Then what should I do? Catwoman said anxiously, It's definitely not a good person to resort to such despicable means. That little girl named Pamela is just a freshman, and she might be deceived soon!

You underestimate Pamela too much. You don't know what level of existence is on the other side. Pamela's ability to refuse his request means that she must have something special.

Schiller held the umbrella knife, and every time he walked a certain distance, he glanced at the green slime on his palm. Catwoman followed behind him with some doubts. After walking a few distances, she asked, What are you doing? ,where are you going?

Can't you see it? Schiller raised the umbrella knife in his hand, Catwoman swallowed, shrank her neck and said, Could it be that you want to...

I'm going to give him a knife.

On the dark streets of Gotham, a figure in a windbreaker was running wildly. When he came to a slightly brighter intersection, Constance stopped.

He stopped at the crossroads, threw out a card, and as the card turned into flames in the air, it pointed out the direction for him. Just as Constantine was about to walk towards that intersection, he paused for a moment, and then whispered He said to himself: ...Wait, is this the direction of Gotham University?

My God! Green of all things, why are you so good at picking a place?! Constantine gritted his teeth and said, God bless, the agent you choose must not be a student there, otherwise, I will I can only pray for you...

He hesitated on the side of the road, and then rushed towards the nearest telephone stop. He picked up the receiver but did not dial a number. A flame flashed on the dial, and he said to the other end of the phone: Miss Magician, you When will it be here? I have to remind you that things are already in a big way now!

Why? Why else? Don't tell me that it was a coincidence that the Green of Everything came to Gotham. You made a deal with the Green of Everything behind my back!

Now that he has invaded Gotham, and more importantly, Gotham University, he will be chopped up by that lunatic!

You said you were protecting Gotham, so I cooperated with you, but now there are so many coincidences, how can you make me believe you? Constantine pointed angrily at the outside of the phone booth, and said, What about those lunatics? What about plants? Don't tell me, they just happened to meet!

You explain? Zatanna, you keep saying I'm a liar, but don't you? You'll do anything to find your father, and sooner or later, you'll sell your soul to the devil, just like I Same!

Constantine hung up the phone heavily, looking a little annoyed. In the thick fog and drizzle, he lit a cigarette and took a deep breath. In the white mist that he exhaled, a ray suddenly lit up. fire.

Konstantin opened his eyes slightly, took the cigarette away from his mouth, stared at the cluster of flames outside the phone booth, and said, Who is it? Don't play tricks there!

He snorted coldly, and a magic circle appeared under his feet. The radiance pierced through the thick fog, but the flames did not go out at all.

In a flash, Constantine appeared above the phone booth, and the spell he swung condensed into light spots, surrounding him. In the next second, a raging fire ignited where he was standing, and his entire body was engulfed by the flames. Devoured, screamed fiercely, and burned into charred wreckage.

But at this time, a voice came from the thick fog: Don't pretend to be Kang, Standing, I know you are there.

The smoke drifted away, and Constantine's figure reappeared in the phone booth. He threw away the cigarette in his hand, walked out of the phone booth and said, It seems that he is a colleague. Are you here so soon?

Don't compare me with those idiots, unless you want to take the medicine again. Constantine saw a figure coming out from the depths of the thick fog. As he got closer, Constantine He widened his eyes and said, Doctor Brand?!

Looking at the flame in Brand's hand, Constantine narrowed his eyes and said, You are actually a magician?! Then you still say that the principles of the magic circle I told you are all my crazy words, add Big my dose?!

You are indeed talking crazy, because those magic circles you mentioned have no effect except to attract a group of devils who swallowed me into my stomach. If you increase the dose of medicine, the magic world will applaud me .”

...the magic world? Constantine curled his lips, took out a cigarette again, lit it on the cigarette, and when the flame went out, he showed an indifferent expression and said, You'd better not compare me with that A bunch of idiots, especially a stupid woman named Zatana Zatara.

Hearing Zatanna's name, the flame in Brand's hand jumped, but then he said, Do you know where Schiller went?

Constantine turned his head and looked in the direction of Gotham University, he said:

If I'm not mistaken...he went to the heart of the green of all things.

Constantine looked through the thick fog and came to the biological laboratory. He looked through Pamela's eyes. In a green hall full of vines, Pamela was tied to a chair by vines.

But she suddenly raised her head and said, No matter who you are, you are going to be finished. Before you pulled me in here, I saw a person...a professor...

Pamela, no matter who you are, you can't change your fate as a plant guardian. A low and very kind voice sounded, and he said: You are a child born in the deep green, the most delicate green of all things. Beautiful flower, you are destined to...

You are destined to be a child born in the sea of ​​learning, the most beautiful flower on the ivy, the greatest botanist who has walked out of Gotham University...

Schiller's voice resounded in the empty hall. He came in front of Pamela with an umbrella knife in his hand. A rumbling sound came from the ground, and a huge vine rose into the air. An angry voice resounded throughout the space:

Who are you?! Why do you interfere with the choice of the green of all things?! He roared, but then said: You can't stop this, this is her fate...

The huge vine struck towards Pamela, and faster than him was the umbrella knife, and Schiller pierced Pamela's forehead with a knife.

In reality, a thick black appeared on the tip of the umbrella, and the cursed soul rushed into Pamela's body along the umbrella pole, entangled her soul, and at the same time, bit the breath deep in her soul. Green power on.

Countless vines swayed and let out a piercing scream. Catwoman, who had just woken up, yelled and jumped up to the taller cabinet next to her. She grinned vigorously. From the scream, she could hear How much it hurts.

Schiller opened his eyes, retracted the umbrella, and looked at the most special vine hanging from the ceiling. He sneered and said:

Green of all things, I'm not here to negotiate terms.

At this time, the mysterious existence suddenly felt that this terrible curse wrapped around him carried a well-known aura in the mystic circle.

He let out a more violent scream, as if he had eaten a fly that had just passed through a cesspit.

Constantine, who was confronting Brand, heard the big tree, vines, and all the plants around him roar out a name together:

Konstantin!!!!!!!

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