Chapter 258: Dream Stealer and Truman (Part 1)

In the room of the manor, on the soft sofa, Victor leaned on the armrest of the sofa. He looked back at Schiller who was sitting behind the table fiddling with the globe and asked him: "Why did you call us all here?"

Cobert was fiddling with a lock on his pocket, as if he wanted to adjust its length. Yin Wens, who was sitting opposite him, was holding a wine glass and shaking the wine inside. The liquid showed a golden luster and white foam. Jack was lying on a single sofa, squinting his eyes and dozing.

Schiller leaned back in the chair, constantly fiddling with the globe in his hand. When he put the globe on the table, the earth model on the globe was still slightly rotating. He looked at Victor and asked: "Don't you find anything different here?"

"What's different?" Victor looked up and looked at the whole room. This is the reception room of Schiller's manor. There is a row of soft sofas, two single sofas and several cushions. There is also a coffee table in the middle of the sofa. On one side of the room is Schiller's table. Behind the table is a row of huge shelves filled with all kinds of sundries.

Victor had been here before, and he didn't notice anything unusual. Just when he wanted to continue asking Schiller, he looked at Schiller again and felt something was wrong. He asked Schiller: "What's wrong with your head?"

At this time, Schiller's head turned into a rotating globe, and the others didn't notice it at all. Only Jack, who was lying opposite, opened one eye slightly and made two "hissing" sounds from between his teeth.

"Okay..." Schiller, who had a globe head, stood up from behind the table. This should have been a very strange scene, but Victor didn't feel anything unusual at all, as if it was normal for him to become like this.

"Think carefully, Victor, how did you get here?"

"Of course I walked here from school, I..." Victor was stunned for a moment, then said: "Am I dreaming?... Is this my dream?"

"You said it the other way around, this is not your dream, but my dream."

Victor showed a surprised expression, Schiller walked to Victor and sat down, turning his globe head to look at Victor, Victor was not sure if he really turned his head, because the globe was actually turning all the time.

Except Jack, the others slowly sat up, and then looked at this space in surprise as if they had just woken up.

"Of course, human consciousness space cannot be connected, just like dreams cannot be connected. What one person imagines in his mind, another person cannot see, touch, or observe closely..."

"But..." Schiller with the globe head turned his head to Yin Wensi again, and said: "The reason why I can pull other people's ideas into my consciousness space has to start with you, Yin Wensi..."

Yin Wensi looked at Schiller's globe head, and he didn't know what to say for a moment. This scene was extremely terrifying in reality, but he didn't think there was any problem in this consciousness space, because there were many more weird things, such as, they were sitting on the ceiling now.

The sofa and coffee table they were sitting on were stuck to the ceiling, and the chandelier was not far from Yin Wensi's hand. At some point, the whole space was turned upside down, but they still didn't find anything abnormal.

For example, Yin Wensi focused his sight on his nose and found that it had a clown's red nose, and he didn't feel that there was anything more in his sight at all.

Jack pinched the red ball on his nose with his hands, making two "chi chi" sounds, and he smiled happily.

"Are you saying that we are all in your dream now, Professor?" Yin Wens scratched his head and said very puzzledly: "But as you said, how can the dreams of several people come together?"

"Since you have learned the truth about his birth from Alberto, have you ever thought about why the Court of Owls and the old priest created Alberto's personality?"

"Uh... Alberto didn't tell me about this. He didn't seem to know his origins. He just appeared out of thin air one day..."

"That's why I said that this should start with you..."

"Let's sort out our thoughts. In the last incident, we learned that the Court of Owls discovered something called "fine wine" that appeared in the basement of Gotham Cathedral. After their research failed, they found a priest. The priest researched some results and gave them to the Court of Owls. The Eagle Court, and then, they created your brother's personality, so what should be the key to this question? "

Yin Wens is not stupid. He was about to answer, but Cobert said before him: "It's that kind of 'wine'." "

"Yes, when I communicated with the godfather and the priest before, the priest told me that in the church, he had abilities that ordinary people did not have. It was a special ability similar to mind reading, and he could feel some of the other person's mental characteristics. "

"It was because of this ability that he saw my difference, so he hired me to be your tutor, Yin Wens, do you understand now?"

"So, that kind of wine has the function of giving people the ability to read minds?"

The globe shook its head slightly. In fact, no one could see whether it really shook its head, because the globe kept turning.

"That kind of wine, or, I prefer to call it the Dionysus factor, you can understand it as a liquid brain wave amplifier..."

"Brainwave amplifier?" Victor frowned and said, "I have also done some research on the theory of brain waves. I have also heard of the theory of controlling people's minds by interfering with brain waves. But you said, a special kind of Liquid can amplify people's brain waves, isn't it a bit too..."

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"We don't need to decipher its principle, we just need to know its effect. In short, the priest handed over the results of his research on fine wine to the Court of Owls, and the Court of Owls used fine wine to create the personality of Alberto... "

"So, where is he now?" Vince Yin looked around, and Schiller explained: "The key part of his house is being built, that's why you came here."

"Anyway, after I confirmed this with the priest, I knew that the Dionysian factor might be related to the world of human consciousness."

"And I happened to have several other related liquids in my hand. I asked another biology friend to mix them in a certain proportion to achieve an effect of amplifying brain waves to the extreme. I mixed it Called 'Crazy Wine'."

"When I first made it, I couldn't be sure whether it was effective, so..." Schiller turned his head to Jack, and Jack shook his head and said, "So, when you were drinking with me, you added it to our wine. This kind of thing..."

"Then, our two conscious worlds were indeed connected, and there was an annoying guy who ran out of your conscious world and wanted to trick me into your conscious world and go to jail for him."

"Just now, I invited you to my manor and invited you to drink. Everyone added a few drops of this crazy wine to their wine, so now, we are sitting here-"

"Welcome to my conscious space, everyone."

In an instant, everyone sobered up. Victor recalled how he came to Schiller's manor on a rainy day and took a sip of wine. Cobot and Victor also recalled how they walked in from the moment they entered to taking off their clothes. Schiller explained the process of taking off his coat and putting away his umbrella: "When you first come in, you will have a period of adaptation. You may not be able to distinguish reality from fiction, so you won't feel anything abnormal."

"Just like when you see an upside-down tall building in a dream, you won't find it strange. From waking to dreaming, it requires a process of adaptation. Of course, if it is up to me to reveal the truth, the speed of adaptation will become faster. ”

"I understand the truth..." Victor turned to look at Schiller and asked him: "But why do you want to turn your head into a globe?"

Schiller reached out and moved the globe above his head, and then said: "Not only me, you can also change. Although this is my consciousness space, when our brain waves merge together, you are here There is also a certain amount of autonomy.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Jack's head turned into a fried chicken wing with a bang, and a big smiling face appeared on the fried chicken wing. Jack's voice came from the big cracked mouth: "This is what I am going to do tonight." The food tastes pretty good, but of course it's a little undercooked inside and it's really fishy..."

Vince Yin stared at Jack, who was frying chicken wings next to him, with wide eyes. He could even smell the aroma of fried food coming from it.

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"This...what should I do?"

Before he could try it, Victor had a strange-shaped freezing gun in his hand. They looked at the gun in their hands curiously and said, "This is the latest model I had conceived before. , I haven’t had time to make it, I didn’t expect it to be so real.”

"In the space of consciousness, that is, in dreams, what you can do depends entirely on your imagination, that is, 'what you believe is what you get', and the more detailed your imagination, the more detailed it appears. I think, your This gun should be completely conceived, right?"

"Yes, the design was finalized a week ago. So, it can be launched?"

With that said, Victor pulled the trigger and fired an ice pick, and the clown opposite was instantly frozen into ice.

"As long as you believe it can launch, it will naturally launch, just like if a person believes he can fly in a dream, he will really fly."

"Hey, you made my head cold! Don't you know that cold fried chicken is the most disgusting food in the world?!" The big mouth on the head of Jack's Chicken Wings on the opposite side yelled loudly.

Cobot pinched the red ball on his nose, and then with a "pop", the thing on his nose turned into a sharp cone, like the kind often worn at parties.

Vince Yin scratched his head and said, "Then can I change the color of my hair? I have always wanted dark brown hair like my godfather, but dyeing my hair is too troublesome."

As he was speaking, his hair slowly changed color, from brilliant blond to dark brown. Schiller shook his globe head and said, "I think blond suits you better."

"Is there a mirror?" Yin Wensi turned his head back and forth, as if he wanted to find a mirror object to take a look at his current appearance.

"You just have to 'think' about it."

Vince Yin thought for a moment, and then drew a square frame in the air with his finger. The crooked square frame turned into a mirror and fell down. Vince Yin hurriedly grabbed it, looked at himself and said, "Indeed. Blonde hair looks better..."

As he spoke, his hair changed back.

Victor picked up the wine glass in front of him and asked Schiller: "So you put us into your consciousness space, what are you going to do?"

"Actually there is nothing serious to do, just invite you to have some fun."

"Watch fun? What fun can there be?"

"It is because there is no fun to watch that we have to create some fun. Not only me, I think Mr. Jack should think so, right?"

Jack turned his head into a toilet brush again, and at this time he was constantly fiddling with the bristles on it with his fingers, saying: "Gotham without Batman is so boring. If I don't find some fun for myself, I will go crazy. !"

"Okay, what are you going to do?"

Schiller moved his body to the other side, leaned on the armrest of the sofa, and said: "There is a very professional psychologist, who is also my colleague, sitting in Arkham Psychiatric Hospital. I will go over to hand over my work to him later..."

"I will have a theoretical discussion with him, and then invite him to drink..."

"You want to bring him here too?"

"No, no, no, this is the audience, and he..."

Jack on the opposite side smiled and continued his words: "He will be an actor, a very bad actor."