Clark, who was studying angel wings, found that the bat cat suddenly jumped out of his arms and jumped to the ground. The black cat grabbed the ground with its long sharp claws, arched its body, and the hair on its back exploded. There was also a constant "hissing" sound coming from his throat.
A pair of hands hugged the black cat's waist, lifted it up from the ground, and held it in his arms. Schiller touched the bat cat's head with his hand, but the bat cat just kept struggling, trying to get rid of it. Schiller jumped out of his arms.
"Hey, Professor, don't hold it like this. It doesn't like others touching its tail. Come on, give it to me." Clark walked over and stretched out his hand to Schiller. At this moment, the Bat Cat suddenly It stopped making trouble, and winked desperately at Clark, as if it wanted him not to come over now.
However, no matter how good Clark's eyesight is, he cannot be expected to see a cat's eyes. It is difficult for humans to read any meaningful information from a cat's face, let alone a black cat whose expression is almost unclear. cat.
Schiller scratched the bat cat's chin. The bat cat instinctively raised its face, but the next second, it began to struggle again, shivering continuously.
"Professor, I'm sorry for damaging your bookstore." Clark scratched his head and said, "I will try my best to clean this place up, but if I want to fix it, I'm afraid I have to go find Bruce."
After saying that, Clark looked sideways at the corner of the street and said inexplicably: "Just now, he was walking very fast. The car almost exceeded the speed limit. I don't know what he was going to do..."
Upon hearing this, Batcat's eyes widened, and it let out a "meow" at the top of its voice, but Batman's unique hoarse voice made its meow sound more like a terrifying howl.
Clark immediately dropped his gaze on Batcat's face, and Batcat blinked at Clark as best he could. After raising Batcat for so long, Clark was able to understand some of its actions, so he repeated He repeated his last sentence: "The car almost exceeded the speed limit, and I don't know what to do..."
"Oh!" Clark exclaimed, and said as if he suddenly realized: "Before he left, he said that he was going... to write a thesis?"
Clark saw that Schiller's face instantly improved slightly, but then he was stunned again, as if he didn't know why he had such an instinctive reaction.
Schiller sighed softly, looked behind Clark and said, "What's going on with that guy with wings lying on the ground?"
Clark scratched his head, turned around and looked over, and then said: "Actually, I don't know either. That blabbering magician threw bombs into the bookstore. I think he should be a bad person. My father often taught me that no Anyone who takes good care of books is a bad person.”
"He threw a few air bombs that I couldn't see, and almost hit you and the little girl just now. He looked like a terrorist. He said he was going to summon something. After a while, this The so-called angel has arrived.”
Clark shook his head, looking a little helpless. He said: "Liars nowadays are really getting more and more careless. The Bible clearly says that when angels appear, holy light will come, and they will never harm children, but this This angel is really a bit..."
Clark showed a troubled expression, because he remembered that when he flew above the clouds, he saw that the angel was really splitting the dark clouds over Gotham, and he couldn't split them at all. Common sense told him that a real angel It won't be so frustrating.
Schiller crossed Clark and walked in front of the angel. When he saw his face, Schiller was stunned for a moment because he looked exactly like the Ancient Master. Is this the movie version of Gabriel?
But then, Schiller thought for a moment, even if it was the movie version of Gabriel, he wouldn't be beaten like this as soon as he appeared on the scene, right? If he remembered correctly, the movie version of Gabriel was also an intellectual villain, and now that Constantine is gone, why would she come to Gotham?
Schiller, who felt that there were many doubts in this, did not say too much nonsense. In Clark's surprised eyes, Schiller snapped his fingers, and a circle of light appeared on his head. In Clark's even more shocked eyes, Schiller opened the circle of light. Take it down.
Schiller held the aperture and said over there: "Hey, is anyone here? Who can help me take a look? Who is this guy?"
After speaking, Schiller stared at the aperture. After a while, a faint ray of light appeared in the center of the aperture, a vague shadow appeared on it, and a pleasant neutral voice came: "Hello, if you want to identify the members of Heaven Please use the sacred chanting magic circle for your lineage."
"Is there an easier way?" Schiller asked.
"Then you can also use the Holy Light to come."
"Make it simpler."
"...Smash him with the aperture."
"Thanks."
"boom!"
The angel who just wanted to get up was hit to the ground by the aperture again. The aperture emitted a faint light, and with another "bang", the angel's figure disappeared, leaving only a faint shimmer. The feathers slowly fell to the ground.
Schiller walked over, bent down, picked up the feather, looked at it in his hand, and then looked back at the ruined bookstore.
Clark walked over, and just as he was about to ask, Schiller turned around and walked into the bookstore, picked up the phone that survived the disaster, and dialed a number.
"Hey, Lucifer?...Oh, that's right, nothing else. I just want to say that I want to return the feather to you. Do you have time to come and get it?"
"No, it's nothing. It's just that I picked up another feather from Gabriel. I think it has more collectible value, so your feather can be returned to you... That's it, bye."
With a "pop", Schiller hung up the phone, and then he whispered for the first time: "Three, two..."
"Schiller!!! What nonsense are you talking about?!!! Don't try to lie to me!! How can you have Gabriel... Damn it, why is this bald chicken still losing hair all over the world!!!" !”
With a "swish", the feathers on Schiller's hands disappeared. Although Lucifer did not appear at all, Gabriel would not be very quiet in the next period of time.
After using the utmost patience to solve the problems he was currently facing, Schiller finally couldn't stand his poor hygiene anymore. He rushed back to Rodriguez Manor as quickly as possible, took a shower, and changed clothes. I finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Previously, the bad environment near the bookstore made it impossible for Schiller to fully concentrate. But after returning to the manor, he finally had time to take a closer look at what trouble he had gotten into during his lazy shift.
In fact, Schiller had already guessed that letting someone with a lazy personality lead the team would definitely cause some troubles. But so far, he felt that apart from the first sight of the post-war ruins-like scene, it was slightly impactful. Besides, the severity of these messes was still within his acceptable range.
Schiller calmly began to look through the previous memories... His calmness only lasted about ten seconds, because as he recalled along the timeline, a rotten pig's ear appeared in his mind. What was even more frightening was that it was related to this disgusting animal. The letter that was put together with pig ears was actually picked up by his own hand.
Schiller shuddered, stood up from the sofa, and started shouting: "Merkel! Merkel! Where are you? Go and open the mailbox, Rodriguez." The Manor will never need a mailbox!!!”
Schiller shouted while spinning in circles, but when he didn't hear Merkel's response, he became anxious again, so he walked quickly towards the garden. At this time, Merkel should be trimming the hedge.
Through the window near the garden, Schiller did see Merkel's figure, so he quickened his pace and walked towards Merkel, but the next second, he stumbled over something on the ground.
Schiller stabilized his center of gravity and looked down. He saw that it was a metal part. Schiller immediately moved a step to the side, a little further away from it, but he still saw that there was still a trace of rotten flesh hanging on the side of the metal part.
Following the traces of tumbling parts on the soil, Schiller turned around and saw a newly dug pit. At this moment, the fully-armed housekeeper Merkel used her gloved hands to drag a miserable doll. Moved it over and threw it into the pit.
Schiller gasped, but then quickly covered his mouth and nose, looked at Merkel and asked: "What the hell is this?!"
"I don't know either. I heard from Alfred that it seemed like a doll made by a lunatic after he killed someone. He liked to climb over the walls of the manor area when he had nothing to do. This is already the third one I have solved. Oh my god, it’s so disgusting!”
Schiller ran back into the room as fast as he could. Through the glass, he touched the position of the doll with his hand and shouted to Merkel: "Don't tell me that you buried this thing under the sun." In my garden??!!”
Merkel looked at him with a confused face and said: "But before, I used to deal with the flower fertilizer that got over the wall and was admitted to hospital... Oh, by the way, normally, it should be burned, but because this metal part burned It wouldn’t fall off, so I just buried it.”
Schiller covered his forehead. He felt a little suffocated, so he turned around and went back, not looking at the terrible scene. Breathing heavily until all the air in the room seemed to have been drained by him, Schiller finally calmed down a little.
"It's okay, it's okay. There are a lot of crazy people, and there are always a few who don't like to be clean. Mysophobia is a disease. I want to be an ordinary person. I can't argue with them..." Schiller muttered in a low voice, burying his head in his thoughts. walked into the bedroom.
Two minutes later, Schiller came to the mailbox in front of the Rodriguez Manor carrying a logging ax.
When he raised the ax, he suddenly discovered that the small flag on the mailbox was standing up, which meant that someone had put something into the mailbox.
But his hand wielding the ax had already fallen. With a "click", the mailbox was chopped down. With a "pop", the metal door of the mailbox that hit the ground was knocked open, and a stack of mailboxes fell out. Paper.
Schiller did not pick it up with his hands. He just held the wood ax and pushed the pile of papers aside.
Then he discovered that what was placed on it was the sample issue of his paper. This poor magazine was lying in the mailbox where rotten pig ears had been placed for an unknown period of time.
Schiller slowly stretched out his hand, covered his heart, and looked at the other papers on the ground.
That was today's newspaper. As soon as Schiller opened the sample issue, he saw the headline on the front page of the newspaper saying...
"The murderer of the horrific serial murder committed another crime. In the first case, he cut off his ears, and in the second case, he dug out his eyes. The murderer's cruelty is far beyond imagination! Citizens are asked to be vigilant..."
Schiller took a deep breath, and instantly, his expression became dull.
The next second, the elevator door of the Thinking Tower opened, and the arrogant man in a black suit rushed into a room with quick steps, smashing the door and shouting.
"Sick! Someone plagiarized your academic achievements!!!"
Like a disciple, like a teacher
(End of chapter)
