"I don't know how the hell you got here."

Murphy's first words made Schiller frown, but he could sense that Morpheus wasn't lying.

If you really don't want to say this kind of conceptual existence, then no one can force them, although it is a bit annoying to go to someone's house to Jun Clown, but it is far from the level of threat, since Moqisi chose to speak, it means that he is willing to say, and he feels that there is no need to lie again.

"But the first time you came here, we found you."

"You guys? Who else but you? "

"Fate, all people in all universes can't escape the eyes of fate, and the first time you came here, he found the price."

Schiller frowned, he didn't expect that there was a matter of fate here.

"Fate" is the oldest and most special one of the Endless Family, and it can even be said that he has transcended the Endless Family and is the highest existence in the entire DC multiverse.

Before the universe was born, the universe was recorded on the first page of the book of fate, that is, fate is higher than everything in the universe.

Most often, fate manifests itself as a man with a hood, who has no eyes, but observes everything, while holding in his hand a book of souls that is chained around his arm, but it is also shown in the comics, and he can take this

The book was taken off the arm and handed to someone else.

"The Book of Souls."

Murphy said a solid noun.

"It is a book of everything in this universe, the past, the present, the future, everything that is tangible and intangible, everything that appears and everything that does not appear, is recorded in this book..."

"Except for you."

When Murphy had said this, he stopped, and Schiller did not speak, and the room fell silent.

After a while, Murphy seemed to sink into the memory as well, saying, "One day, fate came to me, and it was an uncommon thing, and very few people came to me."

"He told me that he found a man e a man who was not recorded in the Book of Souls, and we observed you together, but found nothing."

"In the past, it was not that there were no beings from other universes who came to this universe, but as soon as they entered this universe, their names would definitely be engraved in the Book of Souls, and fate could write their stories in this book."

"But you appeared, but your name did not, so fate came to me, hoping that I could observe you from your dreams and find out the cause of this situation."

"I can observe anyone's dreams from the realm of dreams, and I was indeed taken aback when I saw this magnificent building in your dreams."

Morpheus's tone raised a little.

"I've never seen a building like this in anyone's dreams, and I'm interested in it, but it doesn't help, because I haven't found you here for a particular reason....

"Fate tells me that a name that does not exist in the Book of Souls, a person who does not have a story, is likely to seriously affect the coherence of the universe, and he must complete your name and story."

"Fate made me anchor your existence in a dream, and then he began to write your name, but at this moment... You're gone. "

"Gone?"

Schiller's eyes narrowed.

"That's right, at the moment of fate, you disappeared from this universe, and even I couldn't hold your dreams."

"I can't describe to you what it was like because we had different perspectives, but the truth is, in an instant, you left here with your dream."

"What do you mean here?"

"Everything within the 'Wall of Origins'."

"I walked through the Wall of Origins?"

"We don't know if you passed through the Wall of Origins, we didn't see anything."

Schiller's eyes keep squinting, and it's hard to believe that a near-supreme conceptual being of the DC universe tells you that he sees nothing.

"Believe it or not, but that's the way it is."

Murphy crossed his thin fingers and said, "When you came back, fate didn't act again, it seemed to acquiesce to all this, and I don't know what he was thinking..."

"Then why did all this happen while I was asleep?"

"I don't know."

Morpheus shook his head, and then he came up with another guess.

"It may have something to do with my anchoring to your dreams, that's just my guess. … I don't know where your people have gone, but your dreams have always carried the beacon I left behind, in your deep dreams. "

Schiller understood Murphys's speculation that the Dream Beacon was like a rope tied to Schiller's body, and when he left the universe for Marvel, the rope ensured that he could return to the universe.

Of course, he knew that the time travel was most likely the work of the system, but he didn't ask Murphy about it, because he wasn't sure if Fate and the Sandman had observed the mysterious system.

Morpheus explained everything to him, but as if he had nothing to explain, Schiller asked, "Why didn't fate try to write my name in the Book of Souls again?"

"I don't know, he didn't tell me, from beginning to end, I just observed you in your dreams for a while, and then left a beacon in your deep dreams, and as for the answers to those questions you want to know, you may have to ask fate personally."

Speaking of this, Sleep Lu couldn't help but show a somewhat strange expression and said, "No...... You weren't advised to go to his house and install a doorbell, you'd better not do it..."

"Since the beginning of the universe's existence, we have been in the driver's seat, and our work is by no means meaningless, the realm controlled by each member of the Endless Family is vital to the universe, and so is destiny."

"Just do what I told you before, a name that doesn't exist in the Book of Souls can be detrimental to the universe, and he wants to have your name written on it, which is part of his job, but in the end he gave up doing it, although I don't know why, but there must be a reason for it."

"We are not interested in the existence of any individual, we don't care how your life develops, what you do in your life..."

"When I first saw your dream, I was a little surprised, you were the first human to surprise me, before that, Shi Shui how many > dreams I have experienced, I didn't feel this way."

"Maybe that's what makes you special, maybe you're special to every member of the Endless Family, but you haven't been in contact with any other member yet......"

"Other members?"

Schiller thought back for a moment and said, "Aside from the rest, I should have been exposed to desire, right?"

Morpheus shook his head and said, "Desire doesn't work at all."

"I once heard a story from the wind that blew through the dream country..."

Morpheus's tone always has a poetic aesthetic.

"Death is my sister, and every person taken with her every day of every century has made her more aware of her duty..."

"It wasn't a wonderful feeling that the mortal fate of everything coming to an end was the price of her great power, so I often wondered what price I was going to pay for my abilities?"

Schiller also seemed intrigued by his descriptions, and he had always been fond of these topics related to temporal studies, saying: "I've always been curious about the perspective of high-dimensional beings, and I've been wondering, how you're going to think?" And what answer can be drawn? "

Morpheus showed another strange expression and said, "It is only today that you have made me understand that it was not I who created dreams, but dreams who created me."

"The doorbell you put in makes me feel like that's the price I pay when I need to control my dreams."

"He's crazy and unreasonable, and I've tried many things, but there's always a way for him to get out of my grip and make a mess of my home."

Schiller heard Murphy sigh slightly, and he said, "Maybe it's not me who controls the dream, but the dream that controls me..."

With his sigh, the spinning globe on the table slowly stopped, and when Schiller awoke, the figure opposite him had disappeared, as if he had never been.

Schiller stood up, walked behind the desk, then picked up the taut globe on the table, tossed it with his hand, let it spin slowly, and then he said to the air: "If a dream is too real, when you wake up, you wonder if you are still dreaming."

Perhaps, the price that Oneiroi has to pay is to never know if he really exists, or if he ...... It's just a dream. "

Schiller's sigh echoed through the room, and suddenly, Jack, who was lying on the single couch, woke up, rubbed his eyes, sat up from the couch, and then sat down and grinned widely.

He gestured with his hands, as if to describe that he had just had a sweet dream that made him extremely happy, and suddenly, his hands stopped in mid-air and froze, like a gap back to reality, which made him suddenly depressed, and the corners of his mouth slowly fell, and then turned into a downward tilt.

He sat down on the sofa in disappointment, covered his eyelids with his hands and said, "I'm back in this boring reality, my God..."

Schiller looked at the globe that had stopped in his hand and said to Jack, "Your boring days are almost over, and Batman should be back soon."

Jack moved, he lifted his face, peeked his eyes out of his fingers, looked at this Schiller and said, "You say, shall I prepare a big surprise for him to welcome him home?"

"Whatever you want."

Schiller placed the globe on the table, then turned back and took a book from the shelf.

Jack whistled with his hands behind his back as he approached the table, and then a second before Schiller turned back, he grabbed the globe and held it in his arms.

He put his arms around the globe like a dance partner and said to it, "Look at it! My little darling... I love you so much, I can imagine you bringing me happiness, let's have a dance, right now..."

In the manor's living room at dusk, Schiller sat behind a desk and read quietly, while Jack swirled and danced in the living room with a globe in his arms.

The rays of the setting sun poured into the room, and Jack jumped round and round, a smile of intoxication on his face.

When he stopped, the globe turned, and the smile on Jack's face deepened.

At this moment, Bruce's car sped down the highway until a large sign appeared in his field of vision that read: "Gotham ahead".