I'm the villain in Gotham

Batman and Zatanna finish hearing Constantine's story.

Compared to Zatanna, Batman is more interested in Constantine's description of the person who helped his father lift the curse.Maybe he's superstitious, but...he always thinks? That sounds like a night raven, and the timing is also very consistent.

Wait? He can ask Erberist next time we meet, Batman thought, but for now, the immediate problem must be solved first.

Constantine is still very reliable at this time, he didn't immerse himself too much in the memories of the past, and soon flipped through the magic book again.After finding what he wanted, he threw it aside: "Okay, now we can go to trouble with that organization."

Zatanna asked, "Where are we going?"

Constantine took out the sculpture, golden magic lines emerged from his palm, covering the sculpture from bottom to top: "Let me see? See?...Huh?" He raised his eyebrows: "Look? It seems that they think I stayed at home for too short time just now. Let's go back to England, London."

……

Zelma Stanton stood alone in a weird dark corridor, surrounded by strange sculptures and decorations, and each of them looked like a soul, as if a ghost could pop out of it at any time .She looked around, pacing back and forth in a small area, not knowing which direction to go next.

To ask how things became what they are now, we have to start from a few weeks ago.

A few weeks ago she had a strange growth on the top of her head, and at first she thought it was a rash, or some strange carbuncle or something - until it grew teeth and snapped off her comb.

Zelma had to go to the hospital emergency department, but no doctor would see her - they all ran away screaming after seeing what was on top of her head.As a last resort, she had to follow a friend's advice and come to New York's Greenwich Village to find a guy named Dr. What.According to her friend, the doctor once cured a man in Queens who woke up with a dog on his chest.

Sounds ridiculous doesn't it?Zelma swears she would never have believed such a thing if the rash on her head hadn't been biting all over the place.But now, she had to come here to try her luck.After all, there is a Superman in Metropolis anyway, so it doesn't sound like a particularly strange thing to have a mage living in New York?

she follows the navigation

When she came to the address her friend had given her, she mustered up the courage to knock on the door.The next moment, she found herself suddenly appearing in the room.This place is much bigger than it looks from the outside, row upon row of candles and strangely shaped lanterns, exuding faint candlelight.A bearded man slowly floated down from mid-air with a calm expression: "Hello, Miss Stanton." He said: "Welcome to the Supreme Sanctuary. Now, take off your hat and let me see? Look? You The reason for coming here."

Well, Zelma thought, this was another level of weirdness, but at least her friend wasn't lying to her.

The bearded man, calling himself Doctor Strange, inspected the thing with the gaping mouth on top of her head, and then used magic to expel it: "Those things are out of your body, congratulations on your return to health, Miss Stanton .”

Zelma breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank you, doctor, I..." As she spoke, she took out a mirror from her bag.

Zelma: "..."

Zelma screamed, "But why is it still on my head!"

"You have a supernatural illness, and the healing process is of course different from usual." Doctor Strange seemed to be familiar with all this, with a calm expression: "You can think of this as a scab formed during healing."

Zelma: "...but what kind of scab has a mouth?"

"This kind of thing will happen." Doctor Strange looked past her, and looked at the invisible roof from a distance: "It seems? The magic circle I arranged on the roof has changed?"

He looked at Zelma and said thoughtfully, "This happened just after you came. I think you need to stay here for a while until you figure out what it has to do with you." Last time."

"But I'm just an ordinary person. At most... At most, I have some, you said, supernatural illness." Zelma said: "What does this have to do with me?"

"Maybe it has something to do with the little thing you brought, take it easy, Miss Stanton." Doctor Strange said, pulling out a long sword glowing white light from nowhere, and handing it to Zelma: "Trust me , this is absolutely safe. Here, take this."

Zelma raised her long sword: "...if this thing is absolutely safe, why do you want me to hold a sword?"

She followed Doctor Strange out of the hall, down the corridor, and past a bunch of weird rooms.Doctor Strange exhorted: "Although you can see it, I still want to remind you: pay attention to the road under your feet, don't touch anything else, don't talk to anything.

This is the world of magic, and there are many things that you can't understand, it's better not to look at it, and certainly not to think about it. "

Zelma repeated? "Okay, don't talk, don't look, don't think... But, uh, is there anything else talking here besides us?"

Doctor Strange glanced back at her.

Zelma immediately covered her mouth: "Okay, I know, don't think about it."

They passed something strange, a few snakes hovering in a glass bottle: "Hey, Doctor, you brought a girl, who is this?"

Doctor Strange said without looking back, "Don't talk to snakes."

Zelma nodded quickly: "Yeah."

The statue of the Virgin next to him asked, "Strange, how did you sleep yesterday, didn't the bat come to you?"

Doctor Strange's expression remained unchanged, and Zelma followed behind him with her head down, her eyes fixed on his cloak, not daring to glance around.

But... I don't know if it was her illusion, she felt Doctor Strange's cloak beckoning to her...?

Zelma felt that they were going up, and Doctor Strange did mention "my magic circle on the roof" before.But when they came to the door of a room, they stopped suddenly.

"My library," Doctor Strange frowned: "They weren't originally like this, but those magics changed it."

He waved his hand and opened the door.Zelma ventured a nod from behind him, trying to see? see? what was inside.The moment she saw it, Zelma exclaimed, "Oh my God!"

She said: "I've never seen such a messy library, you just put your books all over the place like this?!"

Yes, as a librarian, Zelma's daily job is to sort out messed up books. When she sees a pile of bookshelves that are crumbling and books scattered all over the floor, her professionalism makes her— "I just can't stand this!"

Doctor Strange's voice paused for a rare moment: "It's not like this usually."

"Okay, then find out the culprit that made it like this." Zelma sneered: "Then I will use this sword to give him a blow and tell him not to throw books around so casually."

Doctor Strange: "..."

He is a little guilty.

Doctor Strange cleared his throat: "Shall I go and have a look inside? You stand here and don't move anything."

Zelma watched his back: "Uh, but there are only these books here, I mean, can I help you sort it out, I swear I won't move anything else."

"No," came Doctor Strange's voice from afar, "even books

No, some books are dangerous, like those locked..."

"...locked," Zelma stared at the book at her feet. "Like this one? Well, Doctor, it looks like it's locked?"

Suddenly, a force burst out from the page, and Zelma was thrown out before she could react.She heard Doctor Strange calling her name, but it disappeared the next moment.She seemed to travel through space at once, many rooms appeared and disappeared in front of her, and the next moment, she fell heavily on the floor.

Zelma clutched her forehead and stood up with a groan.

There was silence all around, and Zelma looked around, and found that this corridor seemed to be walked by Doctor Strange before.

Well, thinking about it, at least she can be sure that she hasn't been sent to any strange place yet.

The long sword was not nearby, probably lost in the library.Losing her weapon, Zelma felt a little uneasy, and she glanced over her head: "It's all up to you now, mouth."

There are many rooms in the corridor, and they all have closed doors without exception.Doctor Strange opened one of the doors as they came, but given that they were all about the same size, Zelma wasn't quite sure which was the way to go.

She decided to try her luck.

"Don't look at anything, don't touch anything, but...but I'm going out." Zelma whispered to herself, choosing one of the doors: "Okay, it's up to you, the door. "

She grabbed the doorknob and pulled it towards her.

On the other side of the door is a world of ice and snow, and there are dark and slender shadows standing not far away, looking very much like the legendary slender ghosts.

They whispered to each other: "Meat, it's meat..."

"There's food, eat it, eat it."

"I want her eyes..."

Immediately afterwards, they rushed towards Zelma, and their slender claws came to her eyes in an instant.Zelma screamed, and suddenly, they seemed to be frightened by something, the black and empty eye sockets moved away from Zelma, and their bodies did not move.

Zelma heard a man's voice with a soft smile behind him: "Go back."

The ghosts immediately retreated back into the door and ran away.

Then, a slender white hand reached out from behind Zelma, pressed on the door, and closed it.Zelma noticed the black and sharp nails on this hand, and guessed that the one who helped her just now was probably not a human being.

However, she has encountered enough weird things today, and it seems that there is nothing wrong with adding one more thing?

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