Chapter 3004: The green trees are dense and the summer is long (12)
Chapter 2978 The green trees are dense and the summer is long (12)
Schiller is still investigating the matter about the serial killer principal. He applied to the city hall for permission to view educational materials, hoping to find information on the previous principal of the boarding school where Edward attended.
But as expected, the data is gone. It must have been manually erased. Not only the data of the previous principal is not available, but also the data of all previous principals are lost.
Then I went to check the historical records of personnel appointments and dismissals in the Ministry of Education, but the work level of Gotham City Hall was really unsatisfactory. It was impossible to keep records in multiple copies, and the search was chaotic.
For the current plan, we can only go to the school for an on-site visit. After all, the current female principal is also suspected. If there is nothing in the information, it does not mean that there is really no problem.
But it was indeed a bit suspicious to visit a high school so rashly. Schiller talked to Edward again and found out that the high school he attended had a football team.
Schiller has a good relationship with the players and coaches of the Gotham University football team, and because he is always there for every game, people think he is a football fan.
Schiller suggested to the coach that he go to high schools to see if there are any good prospects, and the coach did not doubt that he was there. The situation in the United States is such that playing well is a direct path to prestigious universities.
But when he saw that Schiller had found such a remote boarding school, the coach also felt a little confused. However, after getting along with him for so many years, he understood Schiller's temper and could tell that the professor was not in a good mood.
He didn't ask any more questions.
Arriving at the school, the headmistress was indeed very happy. Their school was too remote and had average financial resources. There were not many opportunities to go out to play games. It was difficult for the players to find a good way out. Gotham University was already the best choice.
Schiller took a closer look at the female principal and found that it was similar to what he thought. This principal was not the kind of serial murderer who would kill students. She was more conscientious and did a good job in school management.
And in the school, Schiller finally found a reliable appointment and dismissal record of the principal. The last principal was a middle-aged man, and the last principal was an older man. It is difficult to trace back.
I heard from the female principal that she took office relatively late and came to teach at this school after Edward had already been admitted to Arkham Asylum, which meant that something happened to Edward during the last term of the principal.
The last principal was not transferred because of work mistakes, but precisely because he did a good job and was transferred to a better school in the West District.
Schiller had to drive to the school in the West End to meet with the previous principal. He believed that the other party was highly suspicious, but after meeting him, he discovered that he was unlikely to be a serial killer.
The principal is younger than the female principal. It can be said that he is in his prime, ambitious and quite capable. The school is also prospering under his care. The rugby team has achieved great results repeatedly. If nothing else, the two
Within this year, this person may be employed in a university or directly enter the Ministry of Education.
Schiller then went to investigate the old man again and learned that he had passed away two years ago. Judging from the time of employment and transfer, he probably had never met Edward.
Schiller not only checked paper records, but also interviewed witnesses. Everyone's testimonies were correct, and the timeline was very clear. The distance between the only suspected male principal and the serial killer was as far as the Earth to Mars.
The investigation reached a deadlock for a while.
In the end, we have to start with Edward.
Schiller had another conversation with Edward, but it ended before it even started. Because too frequent conversations and letting Edward recall the past were detrimental to his condition, Brand stopped him directly.
"I don't want anyone to interrupt any of my conversations, Brand, and I hope you understand this." After closing the door, Schiller turned to Brand and said in a tone that was obviously not very friendly.
"Don't you realize that you're a little out of control?" Brand didn't look good either. He said, "Even if you are no longer a professional doctor, you can't force a patient like this. You are just a professor of psychology, not a search warrant."
The police officer ordered me to allow you to talk to the patient because of our friendship. If you go any further, I will call the police!"
Schiller was speechless. He was not even a private detective, just a university professor, but no one cared, and everyone was opening the door for him. It was indeed too much to push the envelope.
Looking at Schiller's ugly face, Brand slowed down and said, "You are a little anxious again. You vent your emotions on some unimportant things to prevent yourself from losing control. You want to track down the serial killer. I raise my hands."
Stand up with both feet, but don't involve Edward, okay?"
Schiller sat on the chair and said nothing, so Brand walked over to sit opposite him, leaned forward, put his hand on the armrest of Schiller's chair and said, "How about you go back, drink some wine, and have a good sleep?"
"
When Schiller mentioned wine, he thought of the bottle of red wine again, so instead of comforting him, these words instantly set off alarm bells in his heart.
"Then why don't we all stop talking about it?" Schiller said: "You shouldn't always study those 'maybes' as a professional doctor, or stop pretending to be a doctor. It's hard for me to imagine a person with so many long hairs.
How the ugly tentacled monster swears that he understands human pathology, you are making a big deal out of both scientific and aesthetic aspects."
Brand was stunned.
"You want to say that you are not? But everything about you is full of loopholes. How did you come into contact with the old me? And why did you come to Gotham almost at the same time as me? Have you never noticed the changes in me? That bottle
What does wine mean?”
"And you are a magician, but even Constantine can't tell you which school you are from. You seem to have never paid a price for your magic. You also know a lot of things in the magic world, and you even know Zatanna's father.
of the past.”
"Isn't this something a pathologist can do? Are the more pits on your brain than humans just for decoration?"
Brand looked at him.
"You doubt me?"
"Don't make any disgusting theories like 'the time we spent together is not fake'. If I had to choose one person to accompany me from among you monsters, then I would prefer it to be the big octopus.
At least it can warm my stomach. As for you, my not drinking the red wine you sent has nothing to do with anything else. It’s just that your taste is too bad and you are stingy. Can’t you afford Chateau Lafite? You are also better in terms of money.
Not Batman?”
"And if you are eyeing me, why are you looking for another personality trait of mine? Do you think he will have more topics in common with you? Is this your level of psychology? Then I can only say
, you are expected to surpass the proportion of Bruce’s papers in the trash can of my mailbox, after all, you have more tentacles than him.”
"Brand, since you have been hiding for so long, why are you suddenly exposed now? It can't be because our omniscient, omnipotent, great and supreme Lord is actually just like the Laughing Bat, and he covets the fat of Doujie, right?
?”
As soon as the name Laughing Bat came out, something finally became unbearable, and the whole office began to ripple abnormally, as if everything in the world was made of water.
It seems that Schiller is not in his office now, but in a fish tank, as if he has become a helpless fish, and now the water is angry.
Schiller remained motionless, just staring at Brand coldly, watching as the whites of his eyes were replaced by black, and a thin golden light appeared in the middle of his pupils, as bright as all-encompassing.
"I did not expect that we would meet again under these circumstances, Schiller."
"There are so many things that you didn't expect. You bumped into each other with the Laughing Bat, and they had another passionate kiss. You didn't expect that either, did you?"
The rippling state of the water suddenly disappeared. Schiller snorted disdainfully and said: "Why don't you continue? Did you find that you can't drag me into the illusion? If you want to do this, just go and hold the Book of Destiny.
Have a fight with the guy in the book, or go find Lucifer, I look forward to seeing you in his pot, and you and your favorite red wine will be reunited in my stomach."
Brand stared at Schiller without speaking.
"I don't understand why you are pestering me." Schiller said to himself, "When you and I went to deal with Barbatos, I thought you were only interested in Gray Fog. After all, he is one of yours.
Member, but if you were targeting me when I first arrived here, it would have been much earlier than Gray Fog. Why is this?"
Brand remained silent.
"Since you don't want to say it, forget it." Schiller stood up and said, "I acted too hastily on Edward's matter, but I'm sure I didn't have any bad influence on him. If so, I will take responsibility. I'll leave first.
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"No, Schiller," Brand said.
Schiller saw that the road in front of him turned a corner. This was not an illusion, but a real ability to modify the world. He would not be able to leave the room if he followed this road.
"What are you going to do? Nyarlathotep?" Schiller looked back at Brand and said, "My patience is about to run out, you'd better..."
"You owe me money."
"...?"
Brand stood up. His movements were actually the same as usual, and his use of language was also very precise. He was not a non-human being who played riddles, which proved that he was not possessed.
"You borrowed my power and haven't paid it back."
Schiller was stunned.
Suddenly he remembered that something like this had happened.
His original body borrowed money all over the world, and then canceled his account in order to avoid the debt... Wait a minute, Nyarlathotep is also a god across the universe, just like God and Lucifer. In other words, it is useless to cancel his account in one universe.
, people can check your IP address.
"Hiss..." Schiller took a breath of cold air,
What's more terrifying than being blocked by a creditor? Is being scolded by a creditor after being blocked by a creditor?
Schiller took a deep breath, walked back to the chair and sat down.
"But then again..." Schiller turned his back to Brand and said, "The red wine at Chateau Margaux is indeed pretty good. Do you want a drink?"
Two red wine glasses appeared out of thin air on the table. The red wine with familiar symbols floated on its own, and the wine fell into the glasses.
Schiller held the bottom of one of the red wine glasses and waited until Brand sat down again before picking up the glass.
It's like you suddenly realize that a certain villain who keeps pestering you is actually your creditor. You borrowed his power, but you have been in arrears for a long time, refused to repay, had a bad attitude, and tried every means to escape the debt.
He also invited you to stay in a luxury hotel and gave you thousands of dollars of red wine. You didn't drink it and sent his avatar to give you the gift again.
But you just threw a piece of shit at him and scolded him.
Schiller had never felt guilty, but when he was toasting, he moved the rim of the wine glass down a little, and the glass made a crisp sound when it collided.
Staring at the figure opposite, Schiller raised his head and took a sip of red wine - it was indeed not bad.
