"Why are you wondering?" Bruce asked mentally into the voice.

"For humanity has always been unnecessarily wary of great powers." The voice of 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 ambition to speak of."

"But I've got them all." In a subtle way, Bruce extended the invitation, saying, "Just by peeking into the corner of my inner anger, you can see that I am different from everyone else."

"To be considered, are you going to let me in?"

"I wonder if you're so kind to each host?" Bruce asked, looking at the body of the man on the side of the road.

"Of course not, it's just that these stupid ordinary people go crazy with fear when they hear my voice, and I can only manipulate their bodies and not communicate with them, and you are the first person who can answer my questions sensibly."

"Very well, it seems that we were a natural pair, what can you do for me?" "What are you craving?"

"Knowledge, endless knowledge."

"Then I'll give you what you want." "Why do you say that?"

"I come from a great being you can't imagine, from the beginning of creation, and have listened to all the secrets of the evolution of the universe·····

"Let's hear one first."

The strange voice made an oh sound as if choked, and Bruce's tone was still light, sounding less like communicating with a mysterious voice that had invaded his mind, but like haggling for groceries on the street.

"You say you have great power but you may not have it, and even if you do, you may not give it to me, you have to show something so that I can see your sincerity, right?"

"You damned humans!" There was anger in the tone of the mysterious voice, and he cursed, "Selfish, cunning, short-sighted!"

"Yes, that's what we are, that's what we are, welcome to human society."

The mysterious voice was choked again, and after a long time he asked a little muffled, "So, what do you want to know?

"It's not a good place to talk, let's go back to our room and talk slowly."

When Bruce returned to the Forgotten Bookstore with the black diamond in his hand, he saw Red Hood walking out of the kitchen with a glass of water, Bruce nodded at him, and walked up the stairs quickly, back to the previous study window, and began to torment another great being with endless questions.

Red Hood placed the glass on the table, and Schiller, who was sitting at the table reading a book, looked up at him and said, "Thank you." "No thanks, I just feel like I should do something for you."

"Come here, Jason, sit down." Schiller tapped his finger at the chair across from him and said, "Look at this." Schiller handed over a book, and after taking it from Red Hood, he frowned and looked at the cover and read out the title on the cover: "Psychology of magic?

He flipped the pages and saw that on the first page was a proverb - "Grasping the psychology of the gods you have contracted is the first step to learning magic."

Red Hood tilted his head, somewhat incomprehensible, Schiller put down the book in his hand, looked him in the eye and explained, "What do you think is the essence of magic?"

"I don't know much about magic." Red Hood said very bluntly, and then he replied after a moment's thought, "But Konstantin 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 had placed next to him, and said, "Mages gain power by negotiating with powerful beings outside of people, and the strength of a mage depends only on the strength of the person to negotiate with, and how much power is obtained from the person to negotiate."

"That being the case, the essence of magic is really to pick a suitable person to negotiate with and draw enough power from him."

Drawn to Schiller's words, Red Hood never thought he could look at magic from this perspective, recalling the members of the Justice League of Darkness he had met, and said, "The magicians I know have always been mysterious, and they are secretive about magic

And Batman wouldn't let us touch it, saying magic wasn't a good thing."

"That's true for Batman." Schiller nodded and didn't refute, Red Hood felt even more confused, so he said, "But you don't seem to agree with him, you don't see magic as something mysterious, and you don't think it's harmful."

"Jason, this is the same thing, it is precisely because the nature of magic is like this, Batman is reluctant to let you touch it, do you think, if magic is practiced on your own, as long as you work hard to get results, Batman will still prevent you from contacting magic?"

"Batman always stresses to us the importance of spiritual practice."

"Yes, because he's such a person, he doesn't trust the power that comes from other objects, and he thinks that if you come into contact with this power, there is a good chance that you will be *** controlled."

Red Hood leaned forward and listened carefully to Schiller, who felt that Schiller was too familiar with Batman, and that his analysis of Batman was always unexpected but reasonable.

"Batman thinks that the demon *** causes you to slack off, if you can borrow great power from other beings at will, then what's the point of practicing for years?"

Schiller looked into the red-hooded eyes and said, "Jason, can you guarantee that you will not be tempted at all and restrain yourself in the face of the power that can be easily obtained?"

"I ······" Red Hood paused, but he remained honest, lowered his eyes and said, "I'm afraid it's hard, maybe I can hold back once, but it's inevitable that I will be tempted if I do it too many times."

"Yes, everyone in the Bat family wants to earn a special place in Batman's heart, and if there is a power that can easily surpass everyone else, you will all be tempted, which is why Batman has warned you several times to stay away from magic."

"But I see it a little differently than Batman." Schiller's gaze fell back on the manuscript paper, and he continued, "I'm not the kind of person who calls on the world to abandon credit cards because of the risks of spending ahead."

"Credit cards are really dangerous, especially those that are very simple and have little to no user qualifications, and especially for young people, because you are the most vulnerable to consumerism."

"But I have to admit that some loan qualifications for advanced consumption can save people from fire and water, and reasonable and legal and compliant lending can also make the social security situation better, after all, when you need money urgently, if the bank can lend it, you won't want to rob it, right?"

Red Hood nodded, it was a simple logic, so he quickly figured it out, and he drew an inference, "In other words, although magic is borrowed from others, if it can be borrowed in a reasonable way, and used wisely, it can prevent some people from using something more dangerous, right?"

Schiller nodded, showing a satisfied expression, he tapped the table lightly with his fingertips and said, "The devil often tricks mankind into signing unequal treaties, and the angels are not much better, but they can only deceive and not force, which proves that they have scruples."

"But some of the more crazy beings don't have these scruples, they will bewitch every human they meet, and even directly control them, magicians still have room to think freely, and the squandering of power can also be curbed by reason, and the humans who can be 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'll only teach you psychology." Schiller smiled and said, "But that's the killer feature of our school."

Schiller exhaled and explained, "The power of magic comes from another group of intelligent beings, and as long as they are intelligent beings, they can be read into psychology and behavior, and even further, they can be bewitched and guided, and if you master this method, you can be called mastered magic."

Red Hood's eyebrows tightened, and he was silent for more than ten seconds before he said, "I think this is a bit abstract, is there any more practical example?"

Schiller put down the manuscript and stood up and walked to the first floor under the stairs to Electric

At the desk, pick up the phone and dial a number and say, "Hey, Lucifer? It's me, it's like this, can you make it rain where I am now?"

"Why? There is no why····· Oh, is it?" Schiller lowered his head and admired the patterns on the carpet, and then said, "Then you are busy, I will call Gabriel and ask."

I only heard the sound of "whew", forgetting that the wind was blowing at the door of the bookstore, and the red hood turned his head to look out the window.

Dark clouds gathered overhead, lightning flashed across the skyline, thunder and rain sounded almost simultaneously, and in a matter of seconds, it rained heavily throughout London.

Schiller put down the phone and walked back to the table, Red Hood looked at him dumbfounded, he pointed at Schiller, then at the phone, then at himself, and then lowered his head and stared at the book "The Psychology of Magic" in front of him with glowing eyes.

Before he could open the book, Schiller glanced out the window and asked, "What about Dick and Tim?" They've all been sent out by Bruce?"

"Dick went to Diana to help Bruce get something, and Tim was still here." Red Hood looked left and right and said, "Konstantin came back just now, and Tim may have been called away by him."

Schiller's eyes widened slightly, and he said, "What is Konstantin looking for Tim?······ Forget it, you read the first chapter first, if you don't understand anything, come and ask me, and when you finish the first three chapters, you can go to hell to find a demon to practice with."

Red Hood laughed brightly, he rubbed his hands together and said, "I can't wait a little longer, I really want to know what Batman's face is like when he sees me learning to be a demon."

The sound of rain spread through the dense pine forest, the deep green flowed like thick ink, the water vapor drifted across the cold earth, and the thick fog passed through the tangled vines, making the tombstone reflect the light of the forest between the water and the water.

In front of the gravekeeper's hut at the Cemetery of All Souls, several figures hurried into the hut, and Red Robin put down the cloak used to protect him from the rain, looked at Konstantin and said, "It hasn't rained in our days in London, and it rained so hard as soon as you called me out, I really don't know whether to call you lucky or unlucky."

"Usually it's the latter." Konstantin did not feel guilty, he said: "For what we are going to do now, such a heavy rain will completely wash away the traces of their actions here, we need to hurry."

"I don't need those obvious footprints for my reasoning, isn't that what you're here for?" There was no arrogance in Red Robin's tone, as if telling a fact.

"Then let's get started, Detective, we need to know who took Kaz and where they went."

Red Robin didn't speak, but took the lantern from Constantine's hand and turned his head to take a closer look at the grave keeper's hut.

In the detective's field of vision, the fine rain line began to rise, the cold mist sank to the ground again, and the flames in the fireplace burned more and more.

With a loud bang, the uninvited guest broke into the lifeless house, and the pupils of the necromancer Kaz, who was disposing of the corpse on the dissecting table, reflected the figure of a woman with blood pupils.