"Do you want to say I'm wrong, or do you want to change this to another question?"

"If you're wrong, are we done?"

"No, it's just that the contract is not established. You can continue to ask, and I will still answer truthfully."

It simply added fuel to the gambler's greed fire, but Constantine decided to stay honest because he had not yet recovered from the shock.

"Why would I save my father?"

"His death will be the first rain in your life."

Constantine felt suffocated for a moment.

Many doctors have judged him, saying that he is a weird and crazy born bad guy, just like those young murderers. If they are not bad enough, they will not do it. If they do, it proves that they are bad enough.

When he was hypnotized and told about his past, doctors usually concluded that John was worried that his murder would be discovered. John was afraid that after losing his only close relative, he would have no one to support him and be sent to an orphanage. John decided to let his father

Make a will before sending him on his way.

This is a common guess, because the whole logic is that John Constantine was not desperate and impulsively killed his father.

He came into contact with magic, learned the magic circle, spent a lot of time to find materials to practice on animals, and carefully arranged the magic circle after gathering all the elements - if he had any intention of going back on it at any point in time, his father

He won't fall down. Isn't this enough to show that he is a cold-blooded madman?

Constantine himself often wondered about this.

"Am I being bewitched?" he asked.

"No."

Schiller's firm answer made Constantine feel panicked.

"You are looking forward to a world without your father, but his death also makes you painful." Schiller said slowly.

“You spend your whole life doing this—diminishing your present pain at the expense of a better future, so the rain never stops.”

Constantine fell into a long silence again, while Schiller drank glass after glass of his wine.

"Do you think I am such a person?" Constantine asked.

"Too mediocre." Schiller replied. Constantine asked again in disbelief, and Schiller added.

"I mean, this kind of self-contradiction is too common. Most human beings have been doing this all their lives. Whether they don't study hard before exams or commit crimes at the risk of being sanctioned, it's essentially the same.

.”

"Then what's different about me?"

"Your tolerance for pain is much stronger than other people's. It's too strong." Schiller said: "Long-term weakness and stress are not enough to crush your spirit, or even to kill your imagination for a better future. You

Totally bearable.”

"So, I should endure it until a better future comes? Am I on the wrong track?"

"You can't bear it."

"Why?" Constantine was even more confused by this contradictory statement.

Schiller said that he has a strong tolerance for pain, so shouldn't the right thing to do be to endure it and exchange for a better tomorrow?

Schiller glanced at the scene on the table. There were scraps of soup and broken limbs. Everything was so decayed and strange.

"You are happy." Schiller looked at the corpses on the table and said, "Because these people finally got their comeuppance, because they finally went to where they should go - in short, died miserably here."

"Not only are you happy to see this come true, you are even ecstatic, but it is not actually because of their suppression of you for many years - it is because you are the only one left in the magic world."

"You did the same to your father. You saved him not because you loved him, but because everything he loved, asked for, and rejoiced to be born would have died long ago. He died in your hands, and he was the only one left.

You’re the next one.”

"So you chose to walk in the rain, making you the biggest tragedy in their lives, until they desperately realized that they only deserved to have you."

"Your existence is indeed an almost natural survival of the fittest. Smart people choose death between you and death, because you slowly drown all the fools with your rainwater."

"To avenge the injustice God has bestowed upon me?"

Schiller shook his head.

"To satisfy your arrogance, which is no different from these mages. The sunset is beautiful, but if he doesn't respond differently to your appreciation, you will let the rain keep falling."

Schiller looked into Constantine's eyes and said.

"They are greedy for power, and you are greedy for the artistic appreciation of your chosen one. For this reason, you would rather live in a form that is easier to give birth to art - a complete tragedy."

"This is not a performance. You put everything into it, use your strong pain tolerance as your advantage, and silently enjoy the artistry that some people have experienced from your tragic life. This makes you feel happy every time you think about it.

To be satisfied.”

"What about you?" Constantine also stood up, put his hands on the table and leaned forward, "Do you regard all of this as art?"

"Too much."

"What?"

"There are too many Constantines."

Constantine opened his eyes wide.

Schiller shook his glass lightly and said: "The most unique artistry of tragedy is that similar darkness in a society leads each different soul to a different ending. This reflects the subtle differences in pain among all people, extremely subtle, and very special.

wonderful."

"But if darkness leads many people in one direction and disciplines them to become the same, art will lose its uniqueness and become tasteless dross."

Schiller shook his head slightly and said: "So I lifted you up to end your tragedy, because you are too close to me, and I hate being overwhelmed. I would rather spend money to buy a ticket to watch somewhere farther away."
Chapter completed!