I'm the villain in Gotham

They stood so close that Zelma could even feel the warmth from the body of the man behind her, but after closing the door, the man took a step back, and the gentleman moved away from her.

Such a move immediately won favor, and Zelma turned her head back: "Thank you for saving me, um... oh."

Even though she had already made mental preparations, she still couldn't help but marvel when she saw the other party.

On his forehead there are sharp double horns that curl upwards, and on his face is a black mask that almost covers his entire face, only his pointed chin and a pair of golden eyes are exposed , the cold-blooded animal-like vertical pupils reflected her shadow.

"I don't think I've seen you in the Sanctuary." Seemingly aware of her a little uneasiness, the other party asked with a gentle tone: "Are you a guest invited by the doctor?"

"Uh, no, to be precise, I came to him for treatment." Zelma pointed to the "scab" on the top of her head with a mouth: "He said he cured me, but this thing, um ...it's still here."

"This is a magical parasitic? Creature? It's not the same as what you usually see." Zelma guessed that they were used to these things, whether it was the man in front of him or Doctor Strange, they all thought about it quite calm.The other party glanced at her and smiled? "It will disappear in less than a week, don't worry... ma'am."

"Just call me Zelma," she said, realizing that he didn't mean to tell her his name.She guessed that they probably had some tradition of "don't tell strangers your name at will"-after all, you see, Doctor Strange can't just be called Doctor, can he?

In order to be easy to address, Zelma gave him a name in her heart-Mr. Dark?.

In fact, if Erberist was wearing that black cloak, he wouldn't mind telling Zelma the name of the night raven, but it was too late when he noticed it, and even the mask was to drive back the black cloak. The actress put it on in a hurry.

Zelma asked: "It seems that you are familiar with this place, so can you take me to Doctor Strange? Before us? In the library, but a book played me here."

"Of course." Mr. Darkness nodded, he walked forward a few steps, suddenly thought of something, turned around and asked, "Miss Zelma, are you afraid?"

"Huh? Uh, to be honest, I'm not so scared now." Zelma said honestly: "I found that I started to

Get used to these... magical magic. "

"That's good." Mr. Dark? After asking a nonsensical question, he continued to move forward: "Miss Zelma, follow me, and be careful not to move any strange things." Speaking of this, He paused for a moment: "Didn't the doctor tell you this?"

"He said," Zelma scratched her cheek a little embarrassedly: "but I think I should find a way to save myself."

Mr. Darkness? He said "hmm" and didn't say yes or no.Instead, Zelma thought of something, and asked curiously: "In the door I opened just now, those creatures... do they seem to be afraid of you?"

"They come from the same source as me, but I am stronger than them." Mr. Darkness said: "The weak obey the strong, this is a natural principle." As he said, he turned his head and looked at Ze with a half-smile Erma took a look: "I think the doctor should have told you, don't talk to other things here, are you lucky today? Very good, it caught up with me when I was in a good mood."

Zelma said, "Well, what is this... some other kind of warning? Like telling kids not to run around with horror stories or something?"

Mister Dark? Like telling her to watch out for him, but to tell Zelma, while he certainly doesn't look very harmless, but... well, at least he just saved her, right?

They didn't communicate any more during the next journey. Zelma found out that Mr. Dark? What he said should be true—she was referring to the part where the weak obey the strong.They pass snakes encased in glass jars, and statues of the Virgin Greeting Doctor Strange, this time quiet as chickens.Zelma felt that the snakes were even disguising themselves as dead bodies.

After walking for about a quarter of an hour, they finally returned to the library.

Doctor Strange seemed relieved when he saw her: "Welcome back? Come on, Miss Stanton, I'm glad to see you are safe and sound."

Zelma said, "...Why are you here if you know I'm in danger?"

"Because I found him right there." Doctor Strange said, then turned to Mr. Dark who was standing aside: "You healed faster than I thought."

"Anyway, thank you for your help these days." Mr. Darkness nodded and asked, "Is there anything I can do for you?"

"You don't, she does." Doctor Strange said: "Of course, this kind of statement is not quite right. I need you to stand back, and then put away your strength, yes, pretend to be an ordinary person

Passionate. "

Mr. Dark? Yiyan took a step back, raised his hand, and politely made a "please continue" gesture to him.

Doctor Strange looked at Zelma: "I just confirmed that those changes were brought about by the creatures in your body. I call them brain maggots, and they feed on the spiritual power of their hosts."

"So... so?" Zelma said, "You know, it doesn't feel good for you to suddenly say this to me now."

Doctor Strange continued: "You still have a connection with those monsters, and your body is covered with their ectoplasmic slime threads."

"I have... what? Wait, didn't you say I'm healed???"

"So you can still contact them, I need you to lure them back before they get out of control and cause more damage." Doctor Strange said: "At first I didn't think they would be so harmful. I underestimated them, these brain maggots are different from the ones I usually see..."

Zelma was stunned: "So you want to put them back in my head? No, it's not negotiable, no way!"

"Listen, Zelma, this is a bit urgent, I don't have time to explain more to you, but I feel that they are about to climb into the magic circle on the top of the building, and if they eat the magic there, things will be troublesome gone."

Zelma believes her expression now looks rather tangled and bad.

"I know it sounds a little scary, but trust me," Doctor Strange said calmly, looking very reliable: "I'm dealing with this, and you're absolutely safe—you don't need to be safe with a sword."

Zelma was silent for a moment.

"...I wish you had cast some kind of spell on my mind, Doctor," Zelma said, feeling a sense of calm and incredulity—a strange adjective: "because I really agree. What am I going to do? "

Doctor Strange opened his mouth: "I need you—"

"No, I'm sorry, wait a minute." Mr. Darkness, who had been standing aside, suddenly spoke.He looked at Zelma, then at Doctor Strange: "If I understand correctly, you just need to attract those brain maggots, right?"

"Congratulations, you understand without any problems," said Doctor Strange. "Now hurry up and let's get down to business."

"No, what I mean is that there is actually an easier solution to this matter." Mr. Darkness smiled slightly and snapped his fingers: "Everyone come here."

The next moment, Zelma heard a faint creeping sound from above her head,

They swarmed and grew louder and louder.

Doctor Strange: "..."

Doctor Strange: "..."

Zelma felt that there was a crack in his calm face: "...Why didn't you say it earlier?"

"I thought you knew." Mr. Darkness looked quite innocent: "After all, after you cured me, it was too easy for me."

Doctor Strange spun around backwards, crossing his arms with his back to them, and Zelma thought he was sulking.A piece of the cloak behind him lifted - this time Zelma made sure she wasn't dazzled - and patted Doctor Strange on the shoulder reassuringly.

After a while, the brain maggots came back under the oppressive order of Mr. Darkness. They trembled, pushed and shoved, and moved to the side of Doctor Strange, refusing to go any further.This was the first time that Zelma saw the full picture of the monsters living in her head. They looked like irregular dark red tumors, with one eye and a crooked, crab-like mouth.

Doctor Strange took out a box out of nowhere and put them in.Zelma felt that they were very enthusiastic when they went in, as if they were unwilling to stay in front of Mister Dark for half a second.

Things seemed to end in an unexpected way, as Doctor Strange handed the box to Mister Dark?, leading Zelma to the sanctuary hall.

"In that case... I guess I should go home, Doctor, thank you very much for everything. Today...well, it was a fun day."

"It's really interesting." Doctor Strange said, "Also, just call me Stephen."

"Okay, goodbye, Stephen," Zelma said, "Although, uh, maybe not, probably not, but still..."

Doctor Strange suddenly said, "If you have time, would you like to help organize my library?"

Zelma asked in surprise, "What?"

"You see, my books... In all fairness, they are not usually well-behaved, but sometimes I need to quickly find a spell on a certain book, which can save my life." Doctor Strange said: "It seems that you don't mind magic too much world, so I thought maybe you'd be up for the job. Of course," he said quickly, "if you think my weird houses, books that hurt people, and weird creatures that pop up every now and then are too much for you. If it's dangerous, of course you can refuse me."

Zelma watched him for a moment.

At last she said, "There is nothing strange about one day in a week." She opened the door of the sanctuary:

"I'm free on Saturday, see you then, Doctor."

……

Erberist looked at Doctor Strange who had returned to the top of the building: "She is such an interesting little girl, I think the king will be very happy to see her."

Doctor Strange said: "Don't mention this, have you been watching the fun just now? You already knew that I was going to attract those brain maggots."

"Yes." Unexpectedly, Erberist nodded directly and admitted: "But speaking of this, I also want to ask you, doctor." His eyes suddenly became serious: "If I'm not here, are you Didn't you intend to lure that group of brain maggots into your own brain?"

"Do I really want them to live in Zelma's body again?" Doctor Strange asked: "Besides, my brain is very well protected. They can't eat food, and they will starve to death after a while."

"But that would hurt."

"What I usually do hurts more than this."

Erberister looked at him for a while, and sighed: "I don't think you have the right to say that about me." He sighed, and then changed the subject: "Do you think those brain maggots are different from ordinary ones?" ?”

Doctor Strange shifted his gaze to the ground beside their feet, a magic circle exuding gleaming blue light slowly rotated, and a black statue stood in the center, it was the cult/cult that Eberrist appeared from Gotham That got the one: "They are related to this magic circle."

Erberist frowned. "But this is you..."

"This is what I searched for that cult/cult organization, that's right." Doctor Strange said: "I guess their previous hosts are related to this organization, such as their members, or the sacrifices they raised... It's possible. If I'm not mistaken, they made a big move recently to let this group of brain maggots escape."

Erberister asked, "So have you found any trace of them?"

"Traces have always been there, but the strange thing is that those traces are too scattered," Doctor Strange looked at the scattered light spots on the magic circle: "I can't find any traces of them gathering, before I find the base camp , I don't intend to act rashly."

"But now," he pointed to the box in Erberist's hand, "with the help of this group of brain maggots, I think things will turn around."

"It couldn't be better." Erberist nodded slightly: "Is there anything I can do?"

"Until I find out the exact location? No," said Doctor Strange, "but maybe you can take the time to ask someone about it."

Erberg

Sturt asked, "Who are you looking for?"

Doctor Strange said: "I remember you said that you found traces of this cult/cult organization more than 20 years ago, and you met someone at that time?"

Erberist was silent for a moment.

Oh Faust.He thought blankly, okay, let's trouble him.

"You'd better move fast," said Doctor Strange, "I guess it won't take much time here."

"No problem," said Erberister. "Where does he live now?"

After getting Faust's address, Oberister opened a space door and walked in.Originally, he should have told Batman about the current situation, so that he would not worry, but... this matter should not take too long, Batman has not come to the Sanctuary these days, maybe he encountered some troubles question, Erberist felt that now was not a good time to distract him.

Or hurry up and finish the matter here, and then go back? Gotham help him?

The author has something to say: Beaten in the magic world No.1: Faust

Penguin: Your nickname is also Doudou?

Faust: ...

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