Chapter 937: Deep in the Fog and Rain (End)

Looking at Batman's face, Zatanna shook her head. The past of youth and recklessness was gone. They were both too young and not very sensible at that time, and everything happened just like that.

At that time, the Waynes had just died, and little Bruce was in a very bad mood. In order to help little Bruce get out of his grief, Alfred invited a very famous magician, Mr. Zatanna's father, Mr. Zatanna, to perform magic at Wayne Manor.

Little Bruce was not in the mood to watch the show at all. He ran out of the back door of the hall and ran into Zatanna.

At that time, he was still in a state of stimulation, so he told Zatanna about his sadness, and Zatanna felt very sympathetic, and the two of them formed a friendship.

For a period of time before Bruce went out to study, the two of them were in a relationship, but later, Zatanna left without saying goodbye, because her father was missing, she needed to go out to find him, and she didn't want to let the mystical world involve Bruce, so she didn't tell him the truth, and the two parted ways and never met again.

When they met again this time, they found that each other had matured a lot and was no longer the familiar young man they were. Zatanna sighed, but as Bruce's closest person, she could read this person's expression and movements.

She approached Batman, looked into his eyes and said, "You know where the curse is, right? Why don't you want to tell us?"

Batman opened his mouth, then looked at Constantine and said, "Do you know who said the word curse last time I heard it?"

"Who?"

"Schiller."

Batman sighed and said, "You should have discovered that many Gotham citizens have gone crazy. Schiller said that this is a curse. He said he can exorcise this curse, but the method is to use another more powerful curse."

"More powerful curse?" Zatanna's face became a little colder, and Constantine's face also sank. He said, "It's not that Schiller has already got it... but how can he..."

Constantine's thoughts did not go to the cursed soul at all, because he and Zatanna are both people in the mystic world, they have very rich mystical knowledge, and similarly, in the mystic world, the cursed soul is not a curse.

The definition of curse in the occult world is very strict. In simple terms, it is a kind of negative magic that is continuous and has a medium. First of all, it must be continuous and has a medium. More importantly, it must be magic.

The cursed soul is actually Constantine's twin brother who was killed in his mother's belly. It has been living in Constantine's body before. In the occult world, this is a kind of "spirit" rather than a curse.

Soul, spirit, and curse are three completely different things in the occult world. The cursed soul can have an effect similar to a curse, not because he casts curse magic, but because of his own special properties.

Constantine himself is unfortunate. He has a special soul, and his twin brother, who is born with him, has exactly the same soul as him. At the same time, the cursed soul was killed in a very coincidental state, but survived.

This is an extremely special attribute, which can be understood as a terminal illness that the medical community has never seen before. Its lethality does not lie in the short-term destructive power, but in the fact that doctors have never seen this disease and do not know how to treat it.

Schiller didn't know about occult knowledge, so he didn't know that the cursed soul was not a curse. He told Batman that he had a curse, and Batman didn't know much about real occult, so he thought Schiller was talking about a curse.

But no matter what, the cursed soul is not the kind of curse that people in the occult world know, so even if Constantine knew that Schiller took his brother's soul, he didn't think about it.

"I think it's possible." Constantine said solemnly: "Generally speaking, curses are not physical, but there must be a medium. The target of these magicians is also the curse medium. Once the medium is controlled by some method, the curse can be used smoothly."

Batman was stunned again, and his mind began to flash back to the previous scene. The moment Schiller touched his body with the tip of the umbrella, he felt the emotion that was like a living thing.

"Umbrella..." Batman whispered.

Constantine approached with some confusion and said, "What? What word did you just say?"

"I said 'umbrella'... the medium is likely to be an umbrella." Batman repeated it. Hearing this, Zatanna immediately said, "Who is that Schiller? But no matter who he is, he can't do whatever he wants with this curse. It's very dangerous!"

"Let's go, let's go find this man named Schiller, ask him to hand over the medium, and then we will take it away to destroy it. We must not let this dangerous curse harm the world!"

But Constantine, who originally stood on Zatanna's side, said stiffly after hearing that the medium might be Schiller's umbrella: "Xiao Za, sometimes, the boundary between black and white, good and evil, is not so obvious. I think violence is not the only way to solve problems..."

"I understand your desire to solve the curse, but you must come up with a perfect plan, otherwise, I will not allow you to mess around in Gotham." Batman also spoke.

Zatanna froze on the spot. He glanced at Constantine, then at Batman, and then at Constantine. He seemed to remember something, and the doubt and shock in his eyes surged like a wave.

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At this time, Constantine took the initiative to walk up, put his arms around Zatanna's shoulders, and said, "Xiao Zatanna, you are still too young. Some things cannot be achieved by force, and magic is not omnipotent. You have to pay attention to methods when doing things..."

"Oh my God! It's the same thing again!" Zatanna rolled her eyes, spread her hands and said, "I know you don't like to use the power of magic to solve problems, and you always like to go around a lot of detours, but the situation is like this In an emergency, do you still want to talk to me about these big principles? "

"No, Xiao Zha, listen to me, actually about this matter... um... have you ever considered... that is, the plan you proposed to come directly to your door may... encounter a little bit of trouble... little resistance.”

Constantine stretched out two fingers, pinched them together, then looked at Zatanna and said, "Have you ever thought that the person who took away the curse medium may not be particularly willing to cooperate with us."

Zatanna said with some confusion: "Not willing to cooperate with us? Of course he is not willing, otherwise, he would not get the medium, but he is not willing, and it is not like he is messing around with such a dangerous thing. Reasons to visit.”

"If everyone can carry a big bomb and go to various important occasions, then why do we need police and security guards? We can't just let criminals kill people just because they are unwilling to hand over their weapons, right?"

Hearing Zatanna's argument, Batman instinctively frowned and said, "...Did he commit a crime with that thing?"

After saying this, Batman was stunned for a moment, and then coughed slightly, as if he was reflecting on how he could say such nonsense.

"The problem is that he may become a criminal." Zatanna tapped the ground of the helicopter with her hand and said, "And we can't bet on whether he will remain content and not use that thing to destroy the world."

"If he wants to destroy the world, he doesn't need that thing..." Constantine said in a small voice. Zatanna's eyes immediately glanced over. Constantine shut up, but Batman said:

"If there really is an extremely dangerous curse in Gotham as you said, then I must find it, but..."

"What's the butt?!" Zatanna said angrily: "What's going on with you two? Why haven't you figured out the current situation?"

"Not to mention whose hands this thing falls into, those black magicians will not hesitate here for so long like us. If they know about this, they will go crazy to find that person. From then on He snatched the cursed medium from his hands!"

"We must take this thing before them and destroy it. No matter who is in his hands, can he still be our opponent?"

Unexpectedly, when she asked this question, both Constantine and Batman fell silent.

Constantine put the fingertips of the five fingers of both hands together, moved them slightly, and said: "...This issue is worthy of discussion."

"If the holder of the cursed medium is really Schiller, we really can't let him hold this thing." Batman's eyes were covered under his eyebrows, and he said: "I doubt that he may even know this. How dangerous things are, because he, like me, knows almost nothing about the occult world.”

Constantine thought for a moment, nodded, and said: "Indeed, Schiller may know that there is always a mysterious academic community that is affecting Gotham City, but he may not know what it is and where it is. Maybe When he obtained the extremely evil curse, he didn't even realize that he had obtained it."

"Many items in the occult world have this kind of nature. It is difficult for ordinary people to realize their dangers after getting them."

"Don't most of the plots in the ghost movies you've seen originate from cursed dolls or items haunted by evil spirits?"

"In short, if the curse medium is really Schiller's umbrella..." Constantine concluded: "Then you'd better not expect me to ask Schiller for his umbrella. He can't give it to me, but... "

Constantine set his eyes on Batman. Batman looked back at him silently. Constantine stepped forward again, put his hand on Batman's shoulder and said, "Maybe you don't realize that you are in Schiller's heart." He is willing to spend so much time on your paper, maybe..."

"It's impossible." Batman said expressionlessly: "Haven't you discovered yet? No one in this world can be as important as that umbrella. No matter who asks him for an umbrella, the result will be the same. of."

Constantine briefly recalled the process of his acquaintance with Schiller, and then recalled the rumors he had heard from others. This person mainly referred to an unknown cryogenic scientist and an unknown restaurant owner. , and the son of an unknown godfather.

Then, he nodded deeply, feeling that Batman was right, but soon, he touched his chin and said:

"Since we can't get it directly, we can find a way to deceive him into taking his umbrella. I'm sure I can get rid of the curse without destroying the umbrella itself. As long as I can deceive him for two or three hours, everything will be solved."

Batman's tone suddenly rose a little, and he asked Constantine: "...How to cheat?"

Constantine looked at Zatanna again and said, "I don't have to mention the genius magician in front of us."

"Reintroducing Zatanna Zatara, a magician, a sorcerer, and more importantly, a person with psychic magic abilities and a master of memory intrusion."

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Batman immediately turned to look at Zatanna. Zatanna rolled her eyes and understood Constantine's thinking. She said: "Yes, head-on confrontation will always consume strength. If we fight like snipe and clam, we will be defeated by those black magic It’s bad if the teacher takes advantage.”

"I do have a way to directly invade people's memories. At the same time, like some mysterious existences, I can also find the weaknesses in the memory and create an opportunity for the other party to compromise... Yes, that's right, that's it!"

Zatanna became happy again. She walked to the helicopter, looked back at Constantine and said:

"Okay, those old-fashioned principles of yours still have some effect. Let's go, let's find a safe place, go directly into the memory of the man named Schiller, hypnotize him, and ask him to put down his umbrella."

Constantine showed a fake smile and said: "Miss, you are really a genius and have a perfect plan. Then..."

As he spoke, he approached the door of the helicopter, but the moment his hand touched the door, there was a "Kacha" sound and the door was locked. Batman looked straight ahead and said expressionlessly:

"It's not you, it's us."

Constantine froze in place.

Soon, the wind began to rise in Gotham. At the end of the clouds, the light was squeezed out from the gaps in the dark clouds. When it reflected on the ground, it carried a sense of sadness that it would pass away at any time.

Thin lines of rain hit the propellers of the helicopter, and the rising water vapor looked like fog and clouds.

The helicopter gradually shrank into a black dot and flew towards the skyline, where there was a towering tower, looming in the depths of the fog and rain.