In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 259: Inception and Truman (middle)

"The Days of Being a Spiritual Mentor in Meiman"

, the days when I was a spiritual mentor in Meiman

Schiller on the globe head stretched out his hand, snapped his fingers, and a screen appeared above the heads of several people. He said, "You can see the outside situation through my consciousness space, just like this..."

"This is Hugo Strange, what you see now is his first day in Gotham..."

The face of Hugo Strange appears in the screen, and in the first perspective, a sleeve of a white coat appears, followed by an arm shaking Hugo's hand.

"We're looking at your POV right now, right?" Victor asked.

"That's right, I'm talking to him right now, pay attention, I'm going to introduce the topic of psychological theory..."

Several people were very interested and stared at the screen intently, only to see Hugo in the first perspective, and soon began his long speech, while Schiller kept discussing with him, and after a while , in the first perspective, Schiller took out a bottle of wine from his bag.

"Wait, isn't drinking in an academic discussion a bit too weird?" Evans asked, "You guys are obviously talking about serious academic topics. If you take out a bottle of wine at this time, wouldn't he feel uncomfortable?" Right?"

"Because we are discussing serious academic topics now, he will not notice these, because all his energy is focused on how to refute my theory, look at his expression, pay attention to this... "

Schiller got a pointer from somewhere, pointed to the picture on the screen and said: "See? He looked down at my hand that was opening the bottle cap, but I was doing this while I was doing it. , asked him another question, so his attention was distracted..."

"The curiosity about what I'm doing is far less strong than his desire to refute me and prove himself."

The two hands in the first-person view of the screen took out two wine glasses, and then poured wine for Hugo and himself, and several people heard Schiller say: "I'm used to having a drink after get off work, how about you? Dr. Hugo?"

Hugo didn't seem to care. He didn't look like an alcoholic, but he didn't seem to be disgusted with drinking. When Schiller pushed the glass in front of him, it seemed to save Schiller's face, so he picked it up. Cup to take a sip.

And when the debate became more and more intense, Hugo began to frequently pick up his wine glass during the interval of thinking, and Schiller at the head of the globe pointed to the screen and said: "He began to use secondary items as pauses and transitions in thinking. , just like many people like to spin pens, bite fingers, and play with erasers in class..."

After a while, it can be seen from the footage on the screen that Hugo started to feel drowsy, and Victor asked, "Is he going to sleep?"

"That's right, guess where the first act will start?"

"Just like us, waking up in the original scene, and then completely unaware that we were dreaming." Coppert said in a low voice.

But Schiller shook his head and said: "This is a good start, but it is a bit mediocre. If the origin of a script is too mediocre, the subsequent development may not be very exciting."

"Where do you plan to start, Professor?"

Schiller stretched out his hand again and snapped his fingers. All the items in the house began to recede. The floor was pulled out one by one, the sofa disappeared layer by layer, and the cabinets and tables were all integrated into it in a magical folding way. in the floor and ceiling.

Then, all kinds of things rolled out from the walls of the space, forming another scene. Several people stood in the center of the space, and Evans looked up and down and said, "This seems to be...a train carriage ?”

"Yes, I think a gradual opening would be a good choice. You may have seen it in some movies. The protagonist takes a train to a strange city. He looks at the scenery outside the window and fantasizes Looking forward to my future life, although this kind of beginning is a bit literary, but I like it very much..."

Speaking, Schiller walked to the door of a carriage, and then opened the door, and it was Hugo Strange sitting inside.

"But I think there is still something missing." Evans touched his chin and said: "Oh, by the way, in drama creation, the protagonist needs some motivation. Only with motivation can the protagonist be motivated to do things..."

"Of course, I also made preparations, but let me declare first that I did not control his mind. Just like you, he also has the ability to think independently in the conscious space."

"Now..." Schiller snapped his fingers, and the narrow corridors and layers of compartment partitions on the train unfolded like a cardboard box and became a plane, leaving only Hugo and The chair he was sitting on, and the table in front of him.

Following Schiller's footsteps, several people walked up to Hugo, and Coppert asked, "Can't he see us?"

"Good question," said Schiller, "I was about to make that point."

"People's consciousness space and dreams are divided into many layers, at least in my place. Different floors cannot communicate with each other, nor can they interfere with each other."

"Are we on a different floor from him?"

"That's right, the place you are in now is the 'theatre' in my thinking hall, which are the 68th, 69th and 70th floors."

"What is this concept again? Is there any difference between floors?"

"Of course, it's very complicated to say, because such a thinking palace was not built in a day, but there are rules to follow. Simply put, the lower the number of floors, the more chaotic, and the higher the number of floors, the more chaotic. The more orderly it is."

"Hugo is now on the 68th floor, which is the stage, and you are now on the 69th floor, which is the auditorium."

"And me, although I am standing beside you now, I am actually on the 70th floor of the theater, which is the director's room, or the director's office."

"So, I can control everything on the stage, like this..." As soon as Schiller finished speaking, he snapped his fingers again, and a newspaper appeared on Hugo's desk.

"Newspaper? What's written on it?" Evans wanted to go over to take a look, but he didn't seem to want to get too close to Hugo, Schiller reminded him: "You can go over to take a look, he can't see you. "

"In the temple of my mind, each part has different rules, and in the theater, the higher level consciousness can see the lower level consciousness, but the lower level cannot see the higher level."

"So, you can see him, but he can't see you. At this time, in his vision, he should be sitting on the train, entering Gotham City as the train advances."

"Hasn't he already arrived? And he's chatting and drinking with you..."

"You really have a lot of stupid questions." Jack stared at Evans who asked the question, Schiller waved his hand and said, "Don't do that, Jack, I like people who like to ask questions."

"Generally speaking, when people are dreaming, they don't realize that they are dreaming, just like when you just came here, although everything is inconsistent and weird, but you are completely unconscious to."

"There are a small number of people who can realize that they are dreaming in their dreams, and use the principle of believing that it is true to the extreme, and accomplish many things in dreams that cannot be done in reality. We generally call this kind of dream It is a 'lucid dream'."

"But obviously, Hugo, who had just fallen into a dream, couldn't realize that he was dreaming. In his opinion, he just received the notice of employment, got on the train to Gotham, and then got on the train. I saw a newspaper..."

"So what you said before, where is the motivation to add to him?"

Schiller waved his hand again, and another newspaper appeared in Hugo's hand. The newspaper looked old, and Victor leaned over to look at it and said, "Is this a report about you?"

"That's right, I was hinting to him that he had noticed me before he came to Gotham and investigated some information about me, which should arouse his curiosity about me and speed up his coming to Gotham. The speed of Cam Hospital, and make some preparations for the following plot..."

"And then..." Schiller snapped his fingers, the table moved away from Hugo, and the newspaper flew into the air and disappeared. Hugo directly stepped into the office of the attending physician of Arkham Psychiatric Hospital,

"Why jump directly?" Victor asked him: "Doesn't he feel a little strange?"

"Aren't dreams like this? Fragment after fragment, jumping from breakfast to class to lunch break and then to home from school, you will never listen to a complete math class in your dream Finished?"

"What's next? Is he going to work?"

"No, his motivation is not enough, I have to add fire."

Then, Schiller waved his hand, and a person exactly like him appeared beside him, except that his head was that of a normal Schiller instead of a globe.

"What is this? Your clone?"

"He is the actor who will appear next..."

Following Schiller's words, another himself walked into the office of Arkham Psychiatric Hospital, and then shook Hugo's hands very enthusiastically and said to him: "Thank God, you finally came."

After that, Schiller began to be polite to Hugo, and Victor commented: "You are acting too much like an unscrupulous quack who is eager to shirk responsibility."

"This is exactly what I want. If I leave him with an image of me being very incompetent and eager to shirk responsibility, then he will think that I am not worthy of my name, and he will have a stronger motivation to expose it. Me and overthrow my theory.”

"I really don't understand." Victor folded his arms and said, "What is the ultimate purpose of you arranging this play? It's not really just for fun, is it?"

"Watching fun is one aspect of it. After all, it's a long night and you don't want to sleep. It's not bad to direct and act in a play by yourself, but it does have another purpose. You will know when you look back."

Then, Schiller's character exited, and Brand's character walked in again. Before they could ask, Schiller explained: "This is just a puppet that I manifested, and Brand didn't come. At this point, after all, his direction is pathology, and he is not interested in these things."

Next. Hugo started to publish his high-spirited talk that "the palace of thinking does not exist". During this process, Jack laughed very happily, and in the end it almost turned into a belly laugh. He wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and said : "It's as if a person said in a dream that 'people can't dream'. This is really a funny joke, hahahahaha! It replaced the joke that Schiller is an ordinary person in my heart..."

Because Schiller's head is a globe, others can't see his expression, but Victor still joked: "What did I just see? Did you roll your eyes in Texas? "

Then, they saw that Hugo came out with an egg-shaped machine in his arms. Coppert frowned and said, "What is that?"

"It should be something that he realized with his own thinking, just like the chicken wing head and ice gun you just made. He believed that he made this thing, so it really appeared."

Then they saw that Hugo picked up the medical records and began to look through them, then walked to the phone and started calling.

Suddenly, a piercing ringing sounded in the space. Coppert lowered his head in confusion, and saw a non-stop ringing phone floating in front of him.

"Your phone," Schiller said with a smile.

"What's going on here? He called me in a dream, and then he really called me?"

"I let him get here, otherwise it would be meaningless for us to watch here. I always think that immersive theater performances have great potential for development, and the interaction between actors and audiences is also the top priority. ..."

"So what am I going to do now?"

Victor patted Coppert on the shoulder and said, "Answer the phone."

Copper picked up the phone, and he really heard Hugo's voice. At this moment, the two were facing each other in the office. on the phone.

"Hello, is this Mr. Coppert? This is Arkham Mental Hospital~IndoMTL.com~My medical records here show that you need to come for a follow-up visit recently. Are you free tomorrow afternoon?"

Coppert was stunned there, but he still agreed to the request for a follow-up visit, and then he looked at Schiller and said, "What should I do next? Do I really go for a follow-up visit?"

"Didn't you see what I did just now? Imagine a virtual personality, then manifest him, and let him go down for you to participate in this performance."

Schiller introduced how to embody another self in the conscious space to Coppert. He emphasized: "The trick is that it is best not to give it a higher-dimensional perspective, just like a person who has really received a follow-up notice, Copperpot, who is going to go without knowing why..."

"You mean to create a virtual memory for him?" Coppert asked with a frown.

"That's right, you can arrange a reasonable reason for him, for example, in his memory, he doesn't know that I have left the job, and he thinks that the follow-up visit is just a routine, and it's okay to go, which will help him in the future. I am more involved in the performance..."

When the other Cobbot was molded, several other people were amazed. When he walked into the consultation room and lay on the chair, Hugo moved the machine out, and Cobbot in the audience asked: "What is he going to do?"

"He may want to enter your conscious world."

"But isn't he already in the conscious world?"

"Remember the rules here? If you believe it is true, it is true. He thinks this is the real world, and he is a psychiatrist, so he intends to enter your mind."

"And this is what I said, another purpose of mine, which is also the topic I have focused on recently..."

"What?"

"A dream within a dream."