Catwoman's eyes widened, because she saw that the smashed flower had countless vines suddenly appearing among the smashed fibers and juice.
Catwoman covered her mouth tightly to prevent herself from screaming. The vines quickly spread to the entire ground. The woman who broke the flowerpot screamed in horror and stepped back quickly, but
Fell to the ground.
The vines wrapped around her arms and thighs, as if they were dragging her into an endless abyss. Little Pamela froze on the spot and saw a small flower blooming on the vines by the window.
The flower was smiling at him and whispered in her ear: "You heard our crying and wanted to save us. You are a good boy. This is your destiny... Come on... Come on...
…ignore those evil people who despise plants…”
The plant vines completely wrapped the woman who fell on the ground, seemingly trying to digest her. Catwoman in the bedroom was holding the door handle, hesitant to go out to save people. After all, he did not bring a gun, whip and dagger to deal with these vines.
, I'm afraid it's of no use.
At this time, the flower was still murmuring to little Pamela:
"You no longer have to wear the color you hate 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 looked 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, and the light shone on her young face, making her look like she was embracing the light.
, and the flower is still whispering:
"Yes... touch me... come on... come on..."
"coming!"
Accompanied by a cold male voice, there was a "crash", the window glass shattered, and with a "swish" of the knife, green blood splashed on little Pamela's face.
Schiller pulled the flower out of the umbrella knife. Listening to the unknown soul screaming, he sneered and said, "I caught 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. Catwoman turned to look at Schiller and said, "What on earth 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 saw 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. She immediately realized the problem and said, "The target of the mastermind behind this is Pamela?"
"Just now, I saw in the room that Pamela was not happy when she was a child. Her mother seemed to have been forcing her to do things she didn't like. But did things really turn out like what I just saw? She
Mom is dead and eaten by vines?"
Schiller shook his head and said: "Don't be so naive. In the memory space, this is just the simplest method of deception. Simply put, it is to dig out the other party's memory fragments and use the weaknesses in their memory to trick them into signing a contract.
"
"If little Pamela reached out and 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, "Wouldn't that be hard to resist?"
"So you'd better be wary of this kind of trap in the future. Maybe someone will come to your childhood memories, pretend to be your mother, and say they want to give you a hug. Once you hug him, you have to become his slave.
Already."
Catwoman frowned fiercely and said: "If I were in a dream and saw my mother trying to hug me, I would definitely punch her, thinking that she was controlled by something. She has never only hugged cats.
, instead of hugging me."
At this point, Catwoman sighed melancholy and said, "Well, adults are like this. Everything they say makes sense. If a child raises wild 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? Don't plants feel pain?"
"You are still very naive. How do you know that this scene was not created by that mysterious being?" Schiller turned to look at Catwoman and said, "Just to make you have this question, 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 was stunned for a moment, then took a breath and said, "No way? Are they so despicable?"
"I don't know if they are so mean, but I am." Schiller walked all the way out along the passage of the green chamber and said as he walked: "Maybe everything you see is not true, Pammy.
La's childhood was not like this at all, and even the grievances, anger and panic that Pamela felt were fictitious."
"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, not letting her talk 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, so that little Pamela will be convinced and have real sympathy for plants..."
"All this is to guide her to sympathize with plants, shape her personality into a person who loves plants, and make her willing to become an agent and dedicate everything to plants..."
Catwoman bared her teeth and said, "Fortunately, no one is staring at me."
"However, even if someone is targeting you, you will not be deceived so easily. 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 tonight's meal...and it doesn't matter if she doesn't let me eat it. I can run out in the middle of the night to find food for myself. Children of Gotham, give it to yourself."
His ability to make snacks is second to none.”
"That's what cats are like..." Schiller said: "They look down on everyone equally."
"Memories may be fabricated, but certain instincts engraved deep in your genes cannot be modified. If such a memory is fabricated for a child who grew up in a slum, it will be easy to reveal the secret. At least we can know that Pa
Mira’s background is indeed not bad.”
Entering another green chamber, Schiller said: "We can also know another thing, that is, Pamela seems to be resisting him, and he has no means to force Pamela to become his spokesperson.
"
"So, he could only resort to this slightly despicable method and use deception to get Pamela to agree inadvertently."
"Then what should we do?" Catwoman said anxiously: "You must not be a good person to use such despicable methods. The little girl named Pamela is just a new student, and she may 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 there must be something special about her."
Schiller was carrying an umbrella knife, and every time he walked, he would glance at the green mucus on his palms. Catwoman followed him with some confusion. After walking for a few steps, she asked: "What on earth are you doing?"
,where are you going?"
"Can't you still see?" Schiller raised the umbrella knife in his hand. Catwoman swallowed, shrank her neck and said, "You don't want to..."
"I'll give him a knife."
On the dark streets of Gotham, a figure in a trench coat was running wildly. After arriving at a slightly brighter intersection, Constant stopped.
He stopped at the intersection and threw out a card. As the card turned into flames in the air, it pointed out the direction for him. Just when Constantine was about to walk towards that intersection, he paused and then whispered
Said to himself: "...Wait a minute, is this the direction of Gotham University?"
"Oh my God! Why are you so good at picking places?!" Constantine gritted his teeth and said, "God bless you, the agent you choose must not be a student there, otherwise, I will
I can only pray for you..."
He hesitated for a moment on the side of the road, and then ran towards the nearest telephone station. He picked up the receiver without dialing, and a flame flashed on the dial. He said to the other end of the phone: "Miss Magician, you
When will it arrive? I have to remind you that things are getting serious now!"
"Why? Why else? Don't tell me that the arrival of All Green in Gotham was a coincidence. You went behind my back and made a deal with All Green!"
"Now that he has invaded Gotham, and more importantly, Gotham University, he will be chopped into pieces by that madman!"
"You said you were protecting Gotham, so I cooperated with you, but now there are so many coincidences, all put together, how can you expect me to believe you?" Constantine pointed to the outside of the phone booth angrily, and said: "
What's going on with those crazy people? What's going on with the plants? Don't tell me, they just happened to meet each other!"
"Listen to your explanation? Zatanna, you have always said that I am a liar, but aren't you? In order to find your father, you will do anything. Sooner or later, you will sell your soul to the devil, just like me
Same!"
Constantine hung up the phone heavily, looking a little angry. In the thick fog and drizzle, he lit a cigarette. After taking a deep breath, a light suddenly lit up in the white mist he exhaled.
firelight.
Constantine opened his eyes slightly, took the cigarette away from his mouth, stared at the cluster of fire outside the phone booth, and said, "Who is it? Don't act like a ghost there!"
He snorted coldly, and a magic circle appeared under his feet. The light penetrated the thick fog, but the flames were not extinguished at all.
Constantine's figure flashed and appeared above the phone booth. The spell he waved condensed into points of light and surrounded him. The next second, the place where he stood was ignited with blazing fire, and his entire body was engulfed in flames.
Swallowed, letting out fierce screams, and burned into charred remains.
But at this time, a voice came from the thick fog: "Stop pretending, Standing, I know you are there."
The smoke dispersed, 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 of the depths of the thick fog. As he walked closer and closer, Constantine
His eyes widened and he said, "Dr. Brand?!"
Looking at the flames on Brand's hand, Constantine narrowed his eyes and said: "You are actually a magician?! Then you also said that the principles of the magic circle I told you are all my crazy words, and you want to add more
Increase my dose?!
"You are indeed talking crazy, because the magic circles you are talking about have no effect except attracting a group of demons who will swallow me up. If I increase the dose for you, the magic world will applaud me.
.”
"...Magical world?" Constantine curled his lips, took out a cigarette again, lit it in the cigarette, and when the flame was extinguished, he showed an indifferent expression and said: "You'd better not connect me with that person.
A bunch of idiots, especially a stupid woman named Zatanna Zatara."
Hearing Zatanna's name, the flames in Brand's hands jumped, but then he said, "Do you know where Schiller went?"
Constantine turned to look in the direction of Gotham University and said:
"If I'm not wrong...he went to the heart of the Green Heart of All Things."
Constantine's gaze passed through the thick fog and came to the biological laboratory. Looking 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 die. Before you pulled me in here, I saw a person... a professor..."
"Pamela, no one can change the fate of your plant guardian." A low and very kind voice sounded, he said: "You are a child born in the deep green, the most delicate green among all things.
Beautiful flowers, you are destined to..."
"You are destined to be a child born in the sea of learning, the most delicate flower on the ivy, the greatest botanist who walked out of Gotham University..."
Schiller's voice rang in the empty hall. He carried an umbrella knife and came to Pamela. A rumble came from the ground, a huge vine rose into the sky, and an angry voice resounded throughout the space:
"Who are you?! Why do you want to 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 vines attacked Pamela, and faster than him was the umbrella knife. Schiller inserted the knife into Pamela's forehead.
In reality, a thick black color 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, bitten the feeling deep in her soul.
On the power of green.
Countless vines swayed and let out a piercing scream. Catwoman, who had just woken up, screamed and jumped up to the higher cabinet next to her. She grinned hard. She could hear it from the scream.
How much pain the other person feels.
Schiller opened his eyes, took back his umbrella, looked at the most special vine hanging from the ceiling, showed a sneer and said:
"All things green, I'm not here to negotiate terms."
At this time, the mysterious being suddenly felt that the terrible curse that had entangled him carried an aura that was well-known in the occult world.
He let out an even more intense scream, as if he had eaten a fly that had just flown from the cesspool.
Constantine, who was confronting Brand, heard the big trees, vines and all the plants around him roar out a name:
"Constantine!!!!!!!"
Cold I hate you
This chapter has been completed!