Chapter 582 Schiller's Failure Again (Part 1)

Constantine no longer had the playful and decadent attitude of the past. The smoke filled the space between his eyebrows. When the eyebrows were pressed down, he looked a little cold, revealing the sense of distance in the British bones, making him look heroic. Elegant and sexy.

Constantine squatted down and tilted his head to look at Morpheus. No one knew how beautiful the dream god was in his eyes.

But there is no doubt that when he looked at Morpheus's face, that intoxicated expression was not deceptive. Perhaps, what he saw was not a certain person, but something he had long desired but never got. Sweet dream.

"Morpheus, the last time I came to you, I didn't get the answer I wanted, and you no longer allowed me to enter the dream kingdom, so I can only use this method to say good night to you in person. ”

Constantine looked into Morpheus's eyes and said: "Since I was very young, I have known who I should go to when I want to get answers. At the same time, I also know that if he is unwilling to tell me , I can ask him in another way..."

When the cynical decadence fades away, the sharpness, paranoia and indifference in Constantine's eyes are no different from those of the lunatics in Gotham.

Schiller, who was wearing a suit, stood next to Morpheus. He straightened his body, put his hands into his trousers pockets, and turned his head to look at the rainbow-lit skyline in the distance of the dreamland. At this time, he and Constant Ding's shadows overlapped, and their temperaments were inexplicably similar.

On this matter, their attitudes are similar. No god has the right to refuse to answer their questions because of his status as a god.

If you invite them to be guests in a civilized way and cannot get an answer, then pointing a gun at people, demons or gods is all the same to them.

Morpheus was lying on the ground, looking at the sky. In fact, he was not injured. The mental injury was much greater than the physical injury. When he saw the empty space around him and a desolate dreamland, he thought about what would happen next. After repairs, Morpheus knew that his long career had come to an end.

"You won't have sweet dreams." Morpheus looked at the sky of the dreamland with dull eyes, where there were colorful clouds and misty fog. He said: "You...and you, and where to stand." That man in the bow of the boat will give you no sweet dreams."

He was referring to Constantine crouching in front of him, Schiller standing beside him, and Batman looking from afar on the ship.

"This is not a curse, I'm just telling you a fact. Only those who don't know the existence of the Kingdom of Dreams can have dreams in the true sense."

"When you know that your dreams are created by me and there is a special place to store all the dreams you have, you will never have sweet dreams."

"This is the rule of the dream kingdom. Only those who are willing to give up the truth, not think about the origin and destination of dreams, and sleep peacefully with expectations can have truly beautiful dreams."

"And you, you damn truth supremacists, if you break in here and learn the truth about the dream, the dream will not come to you again."

Morpheus rolled his eyes, looked at Constantine, and said: "When you come here to find me for a sweet dream, instead of lying on the bed, relaxing your body, and closing your eyes hopefully, you have already lost it. The qualification to dream, everyone in this world who knows the existence of the Dream God will never dream again. "

Morpheus looked at Constantine and said: "You are completely self-inflicted. You have made deals with too many demons. They will harass you in your dreams because you owe them a debt and they appear in your dreams." The dream is not a nightmare, it’s just them disturbing your soul, which is none of my business.”

"And the reason why I am willing to agree to your other request is because there is a kind of people in this world who are born with powers, or curses, that are different from others. They are plagued by disasters and have blood on their hands, but there is no other way. choice.”

"Are you sympathizing with me?" Constantine asked him.

Morpheus took a deep breath and gritted his teeth and said: "You and this man broke into the dreamland together, threw a big bomb here, and blew up my home beyond recognition. You actually asked me if I was sympathizing? you?!

Constantine stood up and looked at the sky of the dreamland. From this angle, no one could see whether he felt sad because of this truth.

Perhaps, chasing a dream seems very childish, not like what adults should do, nor what Hell Detective Constantine should do, but he still stubbornly wants to get the truth.

Constantine was silent for a while, then turned to look at Batman and said in a voice that Batman could just hear: "...This is magic. When you are trying to pursue the truth, you have lost everything. ”

"The First Cause of All Realms"

He took a few puffs of the cigarette and blew out the smoke. That dissolute smile crept onto his face again. He said to Schiller in a brisk tone: "Okay, it seems that this matter is over. Before I helped you deal with those guys who took advantage of the green lights, and you paid them back.”

He threw the almost extinguished cigarette butt to the ground, stepped on it with his foot, then bent down, stretched out his hand, pulled Morpheus up, and said to him: "I'm sorry, I just want the truth."

"Don't worry." Schiller took out another cigarette from his suit pocket and lit it. He took out another cigarette and handed it to Morpheus. Morpheus didn't take it with a dark face, but Schiller didn't take it either. mind.

"He came to you just to find an answer, but that's not the case for me. I don't need sweet dreams." Schiller looked at Morpheus, and his eyes made Morpheus feel chills on his back. Soon, Mo Faith discovered that this was not his imagination.

"That's it. Constantine told me the story of how he met you before. I heard that you have believers, right?"

Morpheus snorted angrily, but did not refute. Seeing Schiller staring at him, he could only say: "Managing dreams is also very troublesome. Everyone's share of dreams and nightmares is different. Dreams The combination of elements is also different, and I need someone to help me manage this.”

"Although humans are not the hardest working, you have the deepest understanding of dreams and your brains are quite flexible, so I do have a few human followers. Why do you ask?"

"That's right, Your Majesty Morpheus, I know that your divine power is strong and your divine power is vast, but it is really difficult for a few human believers to match your noble status."

"As far as I know, your brothers and sisters should have many more believers than you. I heard Constantine say that human souls and beliefs have special meaning to all gods... "

"I have studied human consciousness and dreams for many years, and I am well aware of the vastness of the dream world. This is an unknown land that has aroused the curiosity of mankind throughout the ages. I think your great achievements should be better disseminated..."

The more Morpheus listened, the more he felt something was wrong. He took two steps back warily. I looked at Schiller and asked: "...What do you want to do???"

"The so-called profession has specialization. If you want to develop your faith, you must have enough believers. If you want to increase your followers, you must have someone to preach. If you want to preach with the highest efficiency, there must be someone to organize them. Maybe...do you Need a professional pope?”

"I don't need..."

"Listen to me first. I know that you are probably thinking now that after our group of people leave, you will immediately find an unlucky guy, throw this mess to him, and then you will be free."

"But, last time, I asked about destiny and didn't get an answer. So, after leaving here, I have to find a way to find a doorbell and see if I can knock on the door of destiny."

"Oh, by the way, something happened before that made me think deeply about death. Death is also a very attractive mystery to me. I really look forward to having a dialogue with death..."

Morpheus's expression became increasingly ugly. He looked at Schiller and asked, "Are you threatening me?"

"Of course not, I'm just describing a fact that may happen."

"Then do you know what on earth you are doing? From our point of view, you and all human beings are as small as dust. Your life and death are only a matter of thoughts to the Endless Family."

"Oh, really? Then why don't you persuade fate to write my name into his book?"

Morpheus choked, and Schiller suppressed the smile on his face. He looked at Morpheus and said seriously: "I remember, the last time we met, you told me that all members of the Endless Family must fight for Their great divine power paid a price.”

"The price you pay for death is to witness every death with your own eyes, and you, maybe the price you have to pay is that you never know whether you really exist or whether it is just a dream."

"You have to give up the divine power of the Dream God and hand over the dream kingdom to others. If one day, you find that you do not really exist, or do not need to exist, then just like a dream will eventually wake up, you will disappear completely."

Schiller's words are not alarmist, because in the comics, Morpheus did die, and he committed suicide.

In the comic "Sandman", when Morpheus decided to no longer be the master of the Dream Kingdom, he allowed the three witches to kill him. Another member of the Endless Family died and took him away, and when the person representing the Dream Kingdom The dream god chose death, which means he woke up from this dream.

Just like all dreams, when the dream is broken and people wake up from the dream and return to reality, the dream disappears forever, and there will never be the same second dream in the world.

Perhaps, this is the price Morpheus has to pay for his great power. As long as it is a dream, he will eventually wake up one day.

However, Schiller has a way to never wake up from a dream, because in his consciousness space, the dreamer and the person controlling the real world are not the same personality, which means that he has many endless dreams. .

"I remember, when we first met, you said you had never seen that tower in anyone's dream world."

"Since you have already planned to give up your current job, why not travel in advance for your retirement and book a room with beautiful scenery and comfortable conditions?"

Morpheus opened his mouth. He did not expect that Schiller came to him to talk about this, but he was not stupid. He said: "...Then I want to give up my current job. Who caused it?"

Constantine lowered his head to study the flowers and plants at his feet, while Schiller raised his head to count the clouds in the sky.

Morpheus sighed, and he had to admit that he wanted to put down the dreamland and find a new owner for it, but not entirely because Schiller came here to cause trouble.

He is a god with a stronger humanity in the Endless Family. Because he is not completely a concept of rules, he will also be infected by various things. Since the dreams of humans in the dreams he manages are varied, Morpheus will be affected more or less.

"Perhaps, I should tell you a fact, which will make you feel more balanced in your heart." Morpheus said helplessly: "It's not just you who don't have beautiful dreams, but also me."

"From the day I was born, I have been facing endless work. Such a long and endless life is not a beautiful dream. If this goes on, I won't be able to bring beautiful dreams to others."

As the master of the dream world, Morpheus has almost unlimited power. He is the dream, and the dream is him. If he has problems, the dreams of all creatures in the universe will be affected.

After he began to feel bored with the endless work, the source of beautiful dreams became exhausted. If this continues, all creatures will be left with only nightmares.

So, when he realized that he was no longer passionate about this job, he knew that he should retire.

Schiller's actions of ringing the doorbell and driving in by boat can only be said to have accelerated Morpheus' retirement, but without him, Morpheus would eventually give up the dreamland and return to the embrace of death, just like in the comics.

When Morpheus' attitude began to waver, Schiller keenly noticed this, so he said:

"In fact, I didn't come here to apply for the job on a whim."

"I am a very experienced pope. If you don't believe me, I invite you to enter my dream. The gods I once believed in will confirm what I said..."