Chapter 302: The Three Detectives (VI)

"I called the police, I control the key keeper who leads the way, I set the traps in the room, I put the ghosts in the corridor, and even Laurenna can summon a demon to possess her, it's me. It's laissez-faire, and the purpose is to kill you in the boarding school..."

While immersed in writing in the medical record, Schiller commented without looking up: "It's full of loopholes."

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

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

"The traps in the boarding school are even worse. The key keeper's words and deeds are too impatient and purposeful. And the drawers and key traps in that room... you deliberately made a lock Hang it on the drawer and put a key in a prominent place.”

"If I guess correctly, there is no curse on the key, but as soon as the drawer is opened, the sheep skull inside will release a fatal curse."

"You are indeed no ordinary person." Constantine looked into Schiller's eyes and said, "You didn't open the drawer, but you knew what was in it."

Schiller ignored him and continued: "Do you think this is playing a computer game? A lock must be matched with a key. As long as you hold the key, you can open the lock, find clues, and advance to the next level. Constantine, I have seen this kind of routine too many times..."

"After that, you attracted us to the basement, and your rhetoric was even less convincing. No vigilante hero who does what is right will be like you..."

Schiller looked Constantine up and down with his eyes. Constantine understood what he meant. He tilted his head to one side and said, "Well, I look like an overindulgent drug addict. Those lines are too righteous." It’s a bit inconsistent with my appearance, but it doesn’t really matter. Even if I can’t kill you, I can just delay it.”

"Up to this point, my plan has gone smoothly, because you were indeed held back by me, but what puzzles me the most is..."

"What puzzles you most is why did you fall?"

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

The other three people present were stunned for a moment, and Gordon said without thinking: "Why is Crazy Wine not wine?"

Schiller raised his pen and said, "You know what? This is a carrot."

"What's the meaning?"

"I'm not saying the pen is a carrot, but I call it 'a carrot,' and the name of the pen is 'a carrot.'"

"You acted like a silly rabbit. Hearing that I had a carrot here, he looked for it, but it was not a carrot. It was just a pen called a carrot, so he bit into it. I didn’t eat any carrots and my front teeth broke.”

"I named this mysterious liquid that can pull people into dreams 'crazy wine', so you really think of it as a kind of wine, thinking that they will stay in the bottle peacefully until you It takes effect after you remove the stopper and pour it into your mouth.”

"Let me give you another example." Schiller threw the pen on the table and said: "Now, I named this mysterious liquid 'hexafluoroantimonic acid', and you will rush directly to it without thinking. Wearing gloves to grab the bottle?"

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

"Look, that's it. I named this liquid 'crazy wine', but it's just called 'wine'. I didn't say it would work like ordinary wine. It only works when you drink it. Liquids can be absorbed not only through the gastric mucosa, but also through respiratory tract and skin contact.”

"Moreover, the bottle I put on the bookshelf contains a concentrated liquid. It must be mixed with ordinary wine before it can be drunk. Just touch it a little and you will be immediately pulled into a dream."

"Let me guess, this smart Mr. Constantine thought it was real wine, so not only did he pick up the bottle without wearing gloves, he might also have touched the cork that was stained with wine, and he immediately fell into a dream. …”

"The Sword Comes"

Constantine tilted his head to the side, but Schiller continued: "It's like you laid out a series of great and ruinous plans, but in the end you failed because you couldn't find a parking space."

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

"Don't you want to see Morpheus the Sandman? I can help you. I have a quick passage that I dug before, which can save you a lot of effort, but you must agree to one condition..."

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

"Since you killed Lawrence and started the Twelve Apostles serial murder, you must be responsible for finding the murderers of Hawke and Ridge."

Schiller looked at Batman and said, "Let him be found guilty first and then try these murderers together. You should have no objection, right?"

"I can find out these two eucalyptus myself."

"Really? It seems there's not enough homework..."

Batman shut up, Schiller looked at Gordon again, Gordon waved his hand and said: "As long as the murderer can be brought to justice, it's fine. If it weren't for your help this time, we would not be able to catch this magic guy. Just do what you say, after all, you are experienced..."

"I say, shouldn't you ask for my opinion?" Constantine shook his head and said: "I am a rock singer, and secondly an exorcist. I don't know how to investigate cases at all."

"I heard that your name in the circle is 'Hell Detective'. It just so happens that we have a 'Gotham Detective' and a 'Chicago Detective'. The three of you should be able to investigate any case together, right?"

"The focus of the Hell Detective is hell... Well, if that's what you want, then I'll do my best."

A day later, Batman looked at Constantine, who was lying in the corner with a dazed look and a dull expression. He looked at the drug addicts in the drug den who looked similar to him. He suddenly understood the method Schiller told him, that is, no matter where he saw this person, he would definitely beat him up.

"How much did you smoke?" Batman asked in a deep voice.

Constantine uttered a word from his throat: "Cigarettes..."

Batman grabbed his collar and punched him. Constantine sobered up a little. He shook his head and said, "Thank you, it's stronger than cigarettes."

Batman let go of his hand and threw him to the ground. Constantine's shoulder hit the wall, but he didn't care at all. He fumbled around his body and took out a wrinkled cigarette box. He took out a cigarette from it and asked Batman: "Do you have a lighter?"

"When are you going to investigate the case?"

"Why don't you go? Anyway, he won't be watching me all the time. You also said that you can find out by yourself, so go and investigate. I'll stay here for a while. Isn't this a perfect cooperation?"

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

"Hehe..." Constantine laughed twice in a low voice. His cigarette was not lit, but he still held it in his mouth. He lay down against the wall, looked at Batman and said, "Is it the homework assigned to you by the good professor? Little boy..."

"I can see that you are a very simple boy. You are a rookie and have been away from your parents for a short time. Your heart and mind are full of your heroic dreams, wanting to fight criminals and uphold justice..."

"But it won't be long before you understand that there are more interesting things in this world than that..." Constantine's voice is always hoarse. He pulled off his tie and looked disheveled.

The psychedelic and euphoric feeling of the drug had not yet worn off, which made Constantine look a little crazy. He pulled his collar and looked at Batman and said, "You have to learn to relax a little, and you will be like me, and see the only remaining beauty in this damn world..."

"My child, why are you so serious?"

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

Ten minutes later, Constantine, with a bruised face, followed Batman. He complained, "What did I say wrong? Even if you are not interested in me, we can still have some fun together. You know, I am a very open person..."

Ten minutes later, Gordon looked at Constantine, who was even more bruised, and said, "You didn't really listen to Schiller, did you? Batman, I say, even if he is a criminal, you can't... Isn't this a bit too much?"

"Thank you for speaking for me, officer, do you have a lighter?"

Gordon took out a lighter from his pocket and handed it to Constantine. Constantine lit the cigarette and took a puff. After he exhaled the smoke, Gordon shrugged his nose and said, "... God, what did you put in the cigarette? Damn it! Put it down! You actually threw leaves in front of the police??? Put it down!!!"

Ten minutes later, Gordon put his hands on his waist and looked at Constantine, who was lying in the corner like a pile of mud, touched his forehead and said, "I swear I really didn't want to hit him, but he went too far..."

Gordon pinched the pack of cigarettes, took out a cigarette from it, and said after peeling off the outer skin, "Others add a little stuff to the tobacco leaves, but he adds a little tobacco leaves to the stuff. You bitch-raised drug addict, aren't you afraid of smoking yourself to death?"

Constantine, who was drunk again, smiled and said, "Tell me, if the devil eats the soul of a drug addict like me, will he also cry and scratch his face like those stray dogs on the street?"

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

After that, he nodded again and said, "What Schiller said makes sense. No matter where you see him, it's right to beat him up."

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