When Harley slashed backwards violently, she realized that there was nothing there.

But all three of them heard the words, and a bitter chill loomed behind the sound of the flute in the far north, until it dissipated, and the dark clouds over the Himalayas finally dissipated, revealing a deeper, beautiful and terrifying starry sky.

"I hear you......" said Bruce barefoot to the door, then pushed open the window of the hallway, and shouted into the empty valley, "I see you, I know your name, answer my call, from the great dark room, from your ebony palace......"

The next second, little Bruce felt like he was being thrown to the ground, the world was spinning, Barry was pulling his shoulders stiffly, Hallie was standing beside him expressionlessly, Barry kept shaking his body with his hands and said, "Wake up!" Bruce! You almost jumped off the hallway window just now! What the hell is wrong with you? ”

"He's been bewitched." Harley's indifferent voice came, followed by a soft sigh, and he said, "Just like the students who attacked the school, he was bewitched by the monster just now. ”

"He's not a monster." Little Bruce, who was lying on the floor, looked at the ceiling with a blank look in his eyes, and said, "He is a sacrifice dancing and singing outside the dark giant, blind, dumb, and stupid......"

"The Dark Chamber?" Barry keenly caught a word, and then his eyes and mouth widened in shock, and he raised his voice and said, "'The door to the Chamber of Secrets has been opened, and those who are enemies of the Inheritor, be careful!'" ’？？？ ”

His eyes widened as he looked at Bruce Wayne Jr., while Harley clutched the piece of paper in her hand, and she silently said to herself, "That's why you asked me to write that sentence on the wall?" Who is living in the dark chamber of so-called secret chambers, accompanied by the screeching of flutes and drums, and the dancing spirits of countless gods? ”

The gray vortex let out a sigh.

"Answer me." Hallie repeated.

"The truth comes at a price."

"What do you want?"

"Your friend Bruce Wayne has answered the call of the stars: one of the Three Pillars, Nyaratotip, has left an old mark on his body, giving him a glimpse into a corner of the mysterious palace, and you must defeat him and return this terrifying outer god to his palace."

"Who is Nyarlathotep?"

"Go back and get your book, which has all the secrets about him...... About us. ”

There was no sign of Nyarrathotep on the screen, but everyone could tell from Bruce's actions and words that some mysterious presence had influenced him.

The text on the Necronomicon appears almost simultaneously with Schiller's interpretation in the Dean's office.

"In the depths of the stars there is a mysterious group of beings, whom the people call the outer gods, but they call themselves the gods of the gods, and they sing and dance around a huge dark room, accompanied by flutes and drums, all crazy and euphoric, and there are countless unknowable horrors to man......"

"Nyara Totip, the chaos of 'Nameless Mist' and 'Chaos', he lives in an ebony palace in the far north, with a flutist behind him, he is almost the only rational person among the outer gods who can be understood by humans, and almost one of the most purposeful of all the blind and foolish gods, he is more like the seductive and depraved demon in human mythology......"

"No wonder." Zatana touched her chin and said, "Like you said, the attackers of the campus attack had a purpose, they were not completely crazy, their brains were not chaotic at all, and they could even control magic rationally, they were most likely blinded, targeted and blinded." ”

"We were deceived by him." Bruce shook his head lightly and said, "Remember the tentacles behind Jennifer Mavey?" It's all about cognition, and I think that's what characterizes this system. ”

"Your professor would be happy if you could be so sharp in psychology." Schiller smiled and said, "But you're right, what humans know about them is what they exert on them. ”

"Once human beings really recognize them, they will inevitably be affected by them, and the vast majority of external gods are not interested in whether human beings recognize them, just like the stars hanging in the sky, human beings do not look at them, they will exist forever."

"But Nyaratotip is an exception, he likes to consciously disguise himself, and then let humans inadvertently recognize a side of him, and humans will be seduced by him to do things for him."

"Does he need the faith of a human being?"

"Not at all." Schiller shook his head and said, "But you have to understand that not everyone needs to give something back for what they do, some people just want to see the world burn. ”

In an instant, everyone's eyes were fixed on Schiller.

But Schiller, apparently not ashamed, enjoyed the gaze, and said with open arms, like an artist introducing his artwork: "It is an indescribable pleasure to make the world mad, to let all the tragic art be in the spotlight, and to burn more vigorously because of your presence." ”

"For his part, he can do more, he kindles the flame of his own tragic art in every sane and intelligent race, and makes them burn more vigorously."

"But what he did wasn't noble." Pamela crossed her arms and said dissatisfiedly: "What kind of art is it to distort students' perceptions and make them fall into a frenzy to attack others?" It's like buying and repaying the pearls! ”

"So what do you think should be done? Miss Pamela? Schiller was not the slightest angry at the interruption of his narration, he just narrowed his eyes and smiled, looking at Pamela with some curiosity and asked.

"He should be looking for the people among his students who really have stories, and I can tell that many of them have experienced unimaginable tragedies before actually embarking on this pilgrimage."

Pamela's tone gradually deepened, and her eyes showed that she had entered another world, and she said: "They have acquired their own obsession in these tragic stories, which leads to no cognitive distortion at all, and with a little guidance, the obsession will become the ideal firewood of madness." ”

Hallie's notes quickly appeared on the second page of the Necronomicon, just below Nyarrathotep's profile, and she wrote quickly in gorgeous notes.

"The poor will take wealth at any cost, the lonely will give all to seek companionship, the lost will be retrieval of all the laws, and the superfluous will be left behind even if they are at the end of their rope - this is the best way to make people fall into madness, it has nothing to do with greatness, it does not need magic, and the madness that can be obtained is the best madness."

"Then prove yourself to him, and I will watch you.

"That's enough."

When Hallie finished drawing the trail of the last word, she put down her pen and closed the book without hesitation, and Helen stood behind her.

"You opened it."

"It's more than that."

When Harley turned around, gray and blue tentacles crawled out of the dark pupils in the center of her brown eyes.

"I contracted him, not just him, but them."

"You're crazy! Halle Quezel! Helen stepped forward and looked Harley in the eye and said, "Do you know what you're doing?" It's a mysterious existence that the ancient one may not be able to deal with, and you still ...... You've even made a pact with Sithorne, and he's not a good guy! ”

"He's a piece of shit."

Helen was speechless, she took a deep breath, put her hands on her waist and looked at the book in Harley's hand, she ran to the desk, and said, "Okay, in that case, tell me what this book is all about, and what it has to do with the school assault......

This time, it was Barry's turn to dream.

He saw many bubbles in his dreams, and some kind of consciousness was telling him that it was one universe after another, but they were shattering one after another, because of countless time regressions and space shuttles.

"Can you feel this great power?" A voice asked.

"I just think you're cruel." Barry replied instinctively.

"That's not cruelty, the power that countless universes I have contributed to me has enabled me to do greater things, and you should join me."

"You're mistaken, I don't even know who you are."

"But there's a talent in you."

"I'm just a normal person."

"The kind that has traveled through the universe?"

In an instant, the dream is reversed, and Barry finds himself in the middle of a starry sky, with ...... beneath his feet A book.

A huge book was suspended in the starry sky, and it became a solid ground, and there were many mysterious words written on the pages, but Barry couldn't see any of them, only that this huge book that emitted a strange red light was the only foundation that kept him from falling.

"Whoa."

With a round table for afternoon tea, two Victorian-style armchairs, a beautiful white porcelain tea set, and hot tea falling in the center of the page, Barry found himself sitting in a chair, while the chair opposite turned around, and Barry let out an exclamation.

"Professor Strange?!"

"Oh? Have you already seen me in that universe? Under what circumstances? In that ridiculous magic academy? Strange, the other, slightly gray-skinned, asked with a sneer.

Barry pressed himself against the back of the soft leather chair, swallowed and said, "You're not Professor Strange!" Who are you? What are you going to do when you got me here? ”

"Don't be nervous, kid, it's just your dream, and I just happened to sleepwalk here."

"Coincidentally?!"

"Well, it's not that coincidental." The strange Strange Strange picked up the teapot and poured himself a cup of hot tea, took another sip of tea with his fingers, and said, "Your universe is a little strange, almost at the edge of my sleepwalking, which means that you must be very far away, but it may also mean that there is a greater power lurking here, will you bring me this secret?" ”

"Do you think I look like I'm willing?!"

Barry straightened his back like an angry lion and roared at Strange on the other side, "I just got my acceptance letter to go to school, I thought I would meet kind teachers and classmates and learn what I need in the future, or even experience the mysteries of magic!" ”

"But what am I doing now?! I was in a room at an altitude of 6,000 meters above sea level and I was listening to a madman muttering some kind of nonsense about a dark giant room! There are constant attacks on the school, and it looks like the only two people I know are going to duel in a joust! ”

Barry said, clutching at his hair.

"And are you going to tell me now that you're going to make a pact with me and let me kill them all?!"

"Uh, I ......"

"OK, I do! Sign! ”