"Why are you wondering?" Bruce asked the voice in his mind.
"Because human beings are always unnecessarily wary of great power." The voice from the black diamond replied: "They refuse to believe that there is anger in their hearts that can drive everything. They are willing to be weak and have no ambitions.
Word."
"But I have all of these." Bruce extended the invitation in a subtle way, and said: "Just a glimpse of the anger in my heart can make you understand that I am different from everyone else."
"For consideration, are you going to let me in?"
"I find it strange. Do you treat every host like this?" Bruce asked, focusing on the body of the man on the roadside.
"Of course not, it's just that these stupid ordinary people went crazy with fear when they heard my voice. I can only control their bodies but cannot communicate with them. You are the first one who can answer me rationally.
problem people.”
"Very good. It seems that we are a perfect match. What can you do for me?" "What are you longing for?"
"Knowledge, endless knowledge."
"Then I can give you what you want." "Why do you say that?"
"I come from a great existence that you can't imagine. I came from the beginning of creation and listened to all the secrets in the evolution of the universe..."
"Tell me something first and let's hear it."
The strange voice sounded like he was being choked, and Bruce's tone was still brisk. It didn't sound like he was communicating with a mysterious voice that invaded his mind, but like he was bargaining for groceries on the street.
"You say you have great power, but you may not have it. Even if you do, you may not give it to me. You have to show something to let me see your sincerity, right?"
"You damn humans!" The tone of the mysterious voice contained anger, and he cursed: "Selfish, cunning, and short-sighted!"
"Yes, this is what we are, this is human beings, welcome to human society."
The mysterious voice was choked again, and after a long time he asked in a dull voice: "So, what do you want to know?
"It's not a good place to talk here. Let's go back to the room and talk slowly."
When Bruce returned to Forgotten Bookstore with the black diamond in his hand, he saw Red Hood coming out of the kitchen with a glass of water. Bruce nodded to him, quickly walked up the stairs, and returned to the study window.
, began to torment another great being with endless questions.
Red Hood put the water glass on the table, and Schiller, who was sitting at the table reading, looked up at him and said, "Thank you." "You're welcome, I just think I should do something for you."
"Come here, Jason, sit down." Schiller pointed at the chair opposite and said, "Look at this." Schiller handed over a book. After Red Hood took it, he frowned and looked at the cover.
And read out the title on the cover: "Psychology of Magic?"
He turned over the pages of the book and saw a motto written on the first page - "Understanding the psychology of the god you have contracted with is the first step to learning magic well."
Red Hood tilted his head, somewhat incomprehensible. Schiller put down the book in his hand, looked into his eyes and explained: "What do you think the essence of magic is?"
"I don't know much about magic." Red Hood said very bluntly, and then he thought for a while and replied: But Constantine said that the essence of magic is debt."
Schiller shook his head and said: "The essence of magic is negotiation, and the essence of negotiation is psychology."
Schiller took a sip of water, looked at the manuscript he placed next to him and said: "Magicians gain power by negotiating with powerful beings outside of people. The strength of a magician only depends on the strength of the negotiating partner. From the negotiating partner,
How much power is there?"
"In this case, the essence of magic is actually to choose a suitable negotiation partner and obtain enough power from him."
Red Hood was attracted by what Schiller said. He had never thought that magic could be viewed from this perspective. He recalled the members of the Dark Justice League he had met and said: "The magicians I know always seem very strange."
Mysterious, they are very secretive about magic, and Batman won't let us get involved in this aspect, he said magic is not a good thing."
"That's true for Batman." Schiller nodded without refuting. Red Hood felt even more confused, so he said: "But you seem to have a different view from him. You don't regard magic as something mysterious.
I don’t think it’s harmful.”
"Jason, this is the same thing. Because the nature of magic is like this, Batman doesn't want you to come into contact with it. Do you think that if magic relies on your own practice, you can get results as long as you work hard, and Batman will still
To prevent you from accessing magic?"
"Batman always stresses to us the importance of spiritual practice."
"Yes, because he is such a person. He does not trust the power from other objects. He believes that if you come into contact with this kind of power, you are likely to be manipulated."
Red Hood leaned forward and listened carefully to Schiller's words. He felt that Schiller was too familiar with Batman, and his analysis of Batman was always unexpected but reasonable.
"Batman believes that magic will cause you to slack off. If you can borrow powerful power from other beings at will, then what's the point of practicing for several years?"
Schiller looked into Red Hood's eyes and said: "Jason, can you guarantee that you will not be tempted at all and restrain yourself in the face of the power you can easily obtain?"
"I..." Red Hood paused for a moment, but he still remained honest and lowered his eyes and said, "I'm afraid it's difficult. Maybe I can hold it back once, but if it happens more times, I will inevitably be tempted."
"Yes, everyone in the Bat Family wants to gain a special status in Batman's heart, and if there is a powerful power that can easily surpass everyone, you will be tempted. This is why Batman has warned you several times to stay away from magic.
s reason."
"But my view is slightly different from Batman's." Schiller's eyes fell on the manuscript paper again, and he continued: "I am not the kind of person who calls on the world to give up using credit cards because of the risks of excessive consumption.
"
"Credit cards are indeed dangerous, especially those that are very simple to apply for and rarely review the user's qualifications. They are especially dangerous for young people, because you are the most susceptible to being brainwashed by consumerism."
"But we have to admit that certain loan qualifications for advanced consumption can save people from fire and water, and reasonable, legal and compliant loans can also make the social security situation better. After all, when you are in urgent need of money, if the bank can
If you can lend it, you won't want to rob it, right?"
Red Hood nodded. This was a very simple logic, so he figured it out quickly, and he said by analogy: "In other words, although magic is borrowed from others, if it can be used in a reasonable way,
Borrowing it and making good use of it can prevent some people from using more dangerous things, right?"
Schiller nodded, showing a satisfied expression. He tapped the table with his fingertips and said: "The devil often deceives humans into signing unequal treaties. Angels are not much better, but they can only deceive others."
If you can't force it, it proves that they have scruples."
"But some of the crazier beings don't have these scruples. They will confuse every human being they meet, and even directly control them. Magicians still have room to think freely, and the behavior of squandering power can also be curbed by reason, but
Human beings who are forcibly controlled are complete victims, so the existence of magic is reasonable."
Red Hood nodded again, then he looked at Schiller with some eagerness and said, "Will you teach me magic?"
"I can only teach you psychology." Schiller showed a smile and said: "But this is the trump card of our school."
Schiller took a breath and explained: "The power of magic comes from another group of intelligent beings, and as long as they are intelligent beings, they can read their psychology and behavior, and even further, they can be bewitched and guided, and if
Once you master this method, you can say you have mastered magic."
Red Hood's eyebrows gradually tightened. He was silent for more than ten seconds and then said: "I think this is a bit abstract. Is there any more practical example?"
Schiller put down the manuscript and stood up, walked to the telephone desk under the stairs on the first floor, picked up the phone, dialed a number and said there: "Hey, Lucifer? It's me, that's it, can you let me
Is it going to rain where we are now?"
"Why? There is no reason... Oh, is it?" Schiller lowered his head and admired the patterns on the carpet, and then said: "Then go ahead and I'll call Gabriel and ask."
Just hearing a "whoop", a strong wind blew at the door of the Forgotten Bookstore, and the red hood turned to look out the window.
Dark clouds gathered above the bookstore, and lightning flashed across the skyline. Thunder and rain sounded almost at the same time. In just one second, it started pouring rain all over London.
Schiller put down the phone and walked back to the table. The red hood stared at him dumbfounded. He pointed at Schiller, then at the phone, and then at himself. Then he lowered his head and stared at the book of "Magic" in front of him with glowing eyes.
psychology".
Before he could open the book, Schiller also glanced out the window and asked, "Where are Dick and Tim? They were both sent out by Bruce?"
"Dick went to Diana's place to help Bruce get something. Tim was still here just now." Red Hood looked around and said, "Constantine came back just now. Tim may have been asked away by him."
Schiller opened his eyes slightly and said: "What does Constantine want to do with Tim? Forget it, read the first chapter first. If you don't understand anything, just ask me. I'll wait for you to explain."
After you finish studying the first three chapters, you can go to hell to find a demon to practice with."
Red Hood smiled brightly, rubbed his hands and said, "I can't wait. I really want to know what Batman's expression will be like when he sees me learn magic."
The sound of raindrops spreads in the dense pine forest, the deep green flows like thick ink, the water vapor spreads on the surface of the cold land, and waves of thick fog pass through the tangled vines, making the tombstones float in the air.
There is a dense light reflecting between it and the water.
In front of the door of the gravekeeper's hut at All Souls Cemetery, several figures rushed into the hut. Red Robin put down his cloak to protect him from the rain, looked at Constantine and said: "We didn't rain for several days in London.
Rain, it rained so heavily just after you called me out. I really don’t know whether you are lucky or unlucky."
"Usually it's the latter." Constantine said without any guilt, "It's also true for what we have to do now. Such heavy rain will completely wash away the traces of their actions here. We have to
hurry up."
"I don't need those obvious footprints for my reasoning. Isn't this exactly why you came to me?" There was no arrogance in Red Robin's tone, as if he was telling a fact.
"Then let's start quickly, Detective. We now need to know who took Kaz and where they went."
Red Robin did not speak, but took the lantern from Constantine's hand and turned to carefully look at the situation in the tombkeeper's cabin.
In the detective's field of vision, thin lines of rain began to rise, the icy mist sank to the ground again, and the flames in the fireplace burned brighter and brighter.
With a loud noise, uninvited guests broke into this lifeless house. The necromancer Kaz, who was disposing the corpse on the autopsy table, reflected the figure of a woman with blood-eyed eyes.