The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

Red Robin stared at the monitor screen.

He saw that Bruce took a sharp dagger condensed with blood from Cain's hand, walked slowly in front of Master Andrew and knelt down halfway.

He reached out and hugged Master Andrew's upper body, whispered a few words in his ear, and then sent the sharp dagger into his heart without hesitation.

A sharp long dagger pierced through the chest, and blood gushed out like a spring. The vitality in Master Andrew's eyes gradually dissipated, and the remaining suspicion in Cain's heart was also dispelled.

Red Robin stared at the monitor screen for a long time and was speechless, while Lilith whispered in his ear with a gloating tone: Although in my opinion, this is indeed a good way to win Cain's trust, but I am a devil after all, you That little heart of justice is beating happily.

Shut up. Red Robin's tone was unexpectedly cold. He froze in front of the screen for a few minutes, then stood up and said, You stupid woman, you don't understand what it means for Batman to kill someone.

He lied to us. Red Robin took a deep breath and said, He is not weak or gentle. Behind his mask lies evil and madness.

Is it evil to kill? Lilith asked.

What I care about is not killing, but deceiving. Red Robin said with a gloomy face, He never showed me this side, but he did it to Cain... Cain must die!

Lilith was silent again, and it wasn't until Red Robin walked upstairs that Lilith asked tentatively: Although Electra and Oedipus are unavoidable complexes of human beings, do you think you are a bit extreme?

Apparently, Lilith caught a glimpse of a corner of Red Robin's turbulent thoughts, which can be roughly summed up as Batman Batman Batman Batman Batman Batman and Batman and every Batman.

He can kill, but he can't kill for Cain, because he didn't do it for us. This is a shameful betrayal. Red Robin took out the dagger at his waist, and strode towards the door.

It's not that he tamed us, but we tamed him. Because of our existence, there are things he can't do, and because of our existence, he has tried to do things he can't do several times. This should be the only Glory to us.

But Robin in this world lost this honor, and Cain won it alone. I have to kill Cain...for me in this world.

Red Robin's murderous voice echoed in the empty hall until his back disappeared outside the gate. Of the two figures standing by the railing of the patio on the third floor, one of them tightly covered his mouth. Full of fear.

What have you done?! Red Hood looked at Schiller with a painful look and said, You taught Batman to kill, and you used him to get Tim into a mood of revenge! What the hell are you trying to do?

Still wearing a suit, Schiller, who was spotless all over, gently supported the railing of the patio with one hand, and said calmly, I've said it all, I want to get the blood of the lamb back from Cain.

Then why don't you...

Like Cain, you can follow the clues wherever they go, and you will cause yourself extra trouble when you chase them? Jason, I heard from Professor Schiller you know that you seem to be very good at doing this.

Red Hood's hair stood on end, he quickly took a few steps back, firmly grasped the railing with one hand and said, I just, I just want to improve efficiency.

Then do you think Cain has improved his efficiency?

Isn't he about to succeed? Red Hood took a deep breath, turned his brain hard and analyzed: He captured Westminster Abbey, killed Andrew, and got Bruce.

Schiller smiled and said, Do you really think he's going to get Batman?

But, but Batman kills for him!

That's because Batman kills.

How could Batman... The red hood looked at Schiller with an incredulous gaze. He finally couldn't hold it back, and took two steps forward to approach Schiller, looking into his eyes and asking: The bat in this world Hero kills?

Schiller nodded and said, And the first person he killed was me.

The red hood swallowed hard, and he turned his eyes to the bottom of the patio, looking at the blood of Master Andrew left there, he still couldn't help asking: Even if Batman killed people in the first place, if it wasn't for Cain who bewitched him , why did he want to kill Master Andrew?

“Did he really kill Master Andrew?”

Of course, didn't we see it on the monitor when we first came? There is absolutely no possibility of suspended animation with a knife piercing the heart.

That's in the society of ordinary people. Schiller tapped his finger on the railing lightly and said, Have you read so many historical gossip about the magic world, do you still think that death is the end of the magic world?

Red Hood frowned, he thought carefully, then shook his head and said: No, for the physical body, death is indeed the end, and the body of a magician will decay quickly, but after the death of a magician, Souls are not free either, and they fall into the hands of their creditors to be tormented.

The red hood's eyes suddenly widened, and Schiller looked at him with gentle eyes and said: Not long ago, the demons collectively broke the contract, and the object of Andrew's contract also tore up the contract between them, that is to say, Andrew is free. .”

If at this time, he signs a contract with another demon king, his soul will naturally belong to this demon king after his death.

The Red Hood still didn't understand, so Schiller sighed and explained: Before he stabbed Andrew to death, the few words Bruce whispered in his ear were the content of the contract. He made a contract with Andrew before he died. When Andrew dies, his soul will belong to Bruce.

The red hood opened his mouth wide, and Schiller showed some memories, and said: When I signed the contract with Constantine, Bruce just broke in. He really learned very quickly.

But, but... Red Hood murmured for a long time. Schiller's words contained too much information, and he didn't know which question to ask for a while.

After going through a long process of organizing language, Red Hood couldn't help asking: But Bruce is also a human being, how can a human being sign a contract with a human being?

It depends on what he learned from arrogance. I guess, he either possessed the character of a demon king himself, or controlled a demon king to make him obey his words, and this demon king and Andrew immediately before his death He has reached a contract, and the soul will naturally belong to Bruce.

It took the Red Hood two minutes to gradually digest this fact, well, he thinks Batman can kill people, why is it impossible to carry a devil with him?

Wait a minute. Only then did Red Hood remember the question he was about to ask just now. He turned to look at Schiller and said, You signed Constantine? You also bring a demon king with you?

Before Schiller could answer, the red hood said in a flurry of words: But even if you carry a demon king with you, Constantine won't listen to the devil. He cheated with an angel and a demon. How can you deceive him? Sign a contract?

Schiller gently looked up his eyes, showing an expression of reminiscence, then turned to the side, looked at the red hood and said: One day, he asked me if there is a trait of 'lust' in my personality, I think Discuss some professional academic issues with him, and he asked me if I could talk about something other than psychology.

I said I was more interested in his psychological state, and he said to me, it's better to come and see in his heart, so I went to see in his heart.

Schiller shook his head lightly and said: When I cut open his chest and pinched his heart with my hands, he screamed miserably. I don't want to kill people in an arrogant office, so I let him teach me A contract rune, and engraved this rune on his heart.

Schiller ignored the extremely stiff expression of the red hood, but said with a little emotion: He knew that if he didn't get rid of the body with the rune engraved on the heart, he couldn't be free, so he attracted Cain, Pretending to be a victim, finding a reasonable reason to abandon my body, and trying to use my anger to kill Cain.

But he forgot, I have a lot of research in psychology, how can I not see his desire for freedom? I threw him to hell, because I know that whether it is Azazel or other demon kings, they will only Constantine's underdog, they couldn't stop him.

Are you not afraid that he will run away from there? Red Hood asked suspiciously.

He asked Cain to kill him to regain his freedom. He also has the ability to escape from hell, but he dare not do so. He must stay in hell, no matter what kind of torture he endures.

Schiller raised his eyes slightly, looked at the dawn light gradually appearing on the skyline through the window of the villa, sighed softly, and said: I didn't say 'I will avenge him', I always said 'I'm going to get his blood back'.

That heart and the blood in it belong to me, and this is to remind Constantine that as long as I get back what is mine, I don't need to go find anything else, including his soul. .”

This means that if he hadn't been waiting for me at the place where I put him down, which is hell, I wouldn't have gone to him, and he would have been the only one who saved him for so many years, and he was willing to believe that utterly forsaken by the Savior.

More importantly, I left the soul of his brother Thomas. If he is abandoned and his brother is kept, it proves that his brother will always be chosen, not him.

He became that poor little boy who was given no hope in his mother's womb, not even given a decent name - Konstantin would never allow this to happen again.

Schiller kept a smile on his face, but the red hood hid further and further away, and finally Schiller said: So, no matter how much torture he suffers in hell, he will never leave.

And in this world, there is no kind of suffering that can be more profound than what Constantine bestowed upon himself.

Huge wings flitted over the burning abyss of pain in the flames of hell. When the pale hand stretched out, countless tortured, crying and screaming souls desperately stretched out their hands to the sky, seeking salvation.

But it wasn't an angel who came, so no one could really be saved, and the pale hand only grabbed some soul that lay in the middle of the flames and let the flames burn their bodies without responding at all.

Constantine was thrown heavily to the ground. Azazel folded his wings. Constantine stretched his arms and lay flat on the ground. He looked up at Azazel and said, That's all you can do?

Konstantin, you are crazy.

Azazel took a deep breath, and looked at Constantine's scarred soul that had been tortured repeatedly in the past few days. When he raised his hand, a stream of pure energy repaired Constantine's body.

Should I say thank you for your kindness? Constantine sneered again, and then he struggled to get up, but fell to the ground after a while, turned his eyes aside and asked, Is there any smoke, Your Majesty?

But you are a lucky lunatic. Azazel stared at Constantine coldly and said, This is the end of the reception.

Constantine's fingers clenched tightly, and he fixed his gaze on Azazel, as if he wanted to hear a certain name from his mouth, but Azazel snorted.

His Majesty Lucifer heard your pain, and he asked me to let you go.

Constantine let go of his hand.

Let him go.

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